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- You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character selecting a god house, or use our optional prompt below!
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❧ optional scenario.As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly.
Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear.
Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly.
Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them.
Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game!
Turgon | Tolkien's The Silmarillion
The tall elf stumbles into the library and almost visibly relaxes, outside of the somewhat chaotic hassle of outside. As he wanders through the shelves, he calms, drawing his dignity back around himself, before eventually finding a book on architecture and settling into a corner.
B: Orange flower
"Thank you." He says, bemused, accepting the flower and kneeling to allow the little one to braid it into his hair. Shortly after he starts to tug at the collar of his velvet robes.
"It is strangely warm here." He says, bemused.
(Admitedly, he's wearing quite a few layers, by the looks of him, all heavily embroided, including armor)
C: Wildcard me
A. WELP
"Turukáno?" She stands still for a moment, watching him as though she's afraid he'll dissolve away at a moment's notice.
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He blinks, looking up in confusion at the familiar voice.
"Artanis? What... you as well?"
He might have come straight from council, in his rich robes, crown set on the table next to him.
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That's as much of an explanation or answer that he's going to get before she crosses over to his corner of the room and takes his hands in her own.
"Oh, you have no idea how pleased I am to see you."
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"I am glad to see you too - although circumstances could be better! Is it still Artanis? I fear we don't speak much Sindarin in Gondolin still."
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Wait.
Wait.
"...Turno?" he asks himself, turning his head to see for himself. "Turno!"
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His head whips around so fast, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Finno? Finno you're alive!"
Guess who is from after the Nirnaeth
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"I'm alive?" He responds, a trace indignant even as he rushes to his brother's side.
"I'm not the one who tried disappearing off the face of the earth! Do you know how many goats it takes to bribe the Eagles to give me any news? Where have you been?"
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Turgon all but falls over himself to fling his arms around his brother and weep.
"You... I saw your banners fall... I couldn't reach you!"
What he said percolates and Turgon pulls back a little, blinking through tears. "But... I retreated to Gondolin, of course. You... what?"
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B.
"Cousin," says Curufin, softly. "It's been a long time."
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Turgon's head snaps up and he scowls.
"Feanorion." He glares. "I see they have no taste in who they grab, if they're bringing in people like you."
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"I wouldn't have afflicted you with my presence if I did not know we'll both be living here indefinitely. Better to acknowledge that now, and see if we can come to a rapprochement. I should tell you that I have forsworn the Oath."
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"While you may want to stay here, some of us have kingdoms to run. You know, ones that we didn't sell our cousins out for."
Ah, someones heard the news in Gondolin, clearly.
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A.
This library has her rather excited because here are whole collections on music she's never even heard of, played on instruments she's never seen. She has a few volumes in her arms now and is looking for a good place to settle in for a few hours.
The figure in the corner catches her eye because she thinks he can't possibly be real when she first glances at him. Maybe she ends up staring for a bit too long, and blushes with a mumbled apology.
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Turgon normally could lose himself in books to the exclusion of all else. But the oddity of this world itches at him, the strangeness of suddenly being unable to see as well, to hear as well...even the changes in temperature seem more present.
As such, the staring makes him twitch.
"Can I help you?" He says eventually.
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She looks down and away, purposely away from his gaze, and already starting to turn to leave. "I'm sorry to intrude. You r-remind me of someone, I think." She hazards to give him an apologetic look. "I don't think that's right though. I didn't meant to bother you."
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"My apologies, I was too harsh - I should not have snapped at you." He rises and bows to her politely, gesturing at the seat opposite.
"I fear I am a little too out of sorts at this... kidnapping, no matter how unintentioned. Please, do not feel you have to stand on ceremony." He eyes his book ruefully. "I confess I was not getting very far in this anyway. We could talk, if you prefer?"
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“Turukáno?” He would know that figure anywhere, though his voice betrays uncertainty.
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"You're alive! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't even know what was going on until it was too late!"
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“I have missed you.” He says, voice muffled by the fabric, skipping right over what Turgon is saying.
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Look he can't help getting the tall genes!
"Me too. By the time we even heard...I would have come with you, Ingo."
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C. On the way to the library.
"Why hello! I hope you don't mind if I walk with you for a while... I've never quite seen an elf like you before." Their tone has a soft, ancient lilt to it that predates even most old languages.
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"Good meeting. Your pardon, I did not see you there - certainly, I do not mind the company. Might I ask what you meant?"
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"No need to apologize~" One hand waved dismissively before settling back behind her back. "The elves from my world, at least, were small populations. They stayed in isolated enclaves deep in the forests. I've never seen one fitted with armor and heavy robes."
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"Oh? I will confess, Ondolinde is quite isolated, but we are in the mountains, not the forests, and although the Sindar do live in a forest enclave, tis hardly small, if I recall my cousins' tales aright."
He looks curiously at the nymph. "If tis not too rude to ask - what are you, in turn? You do not look like one of the Men, although admittedly I have not seen many, nor a dwarf, either."
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