Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20151209204922/@comment-26237442-20151210233658

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Draugluin the werewolf wrote: ...the far eastern elf lands He is stopped by marchwardens and questioned.

"Who are you that so boldly passes into the homeland of the Elves?" "One who has the soul of something so old you could not imagine within her" the emissary says rather irrirtably. She sighs and then lazily does the Garthytin gesture of respect "I hope you understand what this means". "I am here to represent high chief blah blah blah trade blah blah blah mutual interest blah blah regretably unable to participate in upcoming conflict goodbye yadda yadda present" the arrogant Gythrati/elf tosses a strange brush like object "embued with healing magic cures minor wounds instantly farewell" and then turns into a strange bronze hawk and flies away