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genessia2017-11-28 10:40 pm
prefersfighting) wrote in genessia2017-11-28 10:40 pm
Entry tags:
Video || Action | OTA
(VIDEO)
[The video initializes to show a serious expression, strong but delicate features, white-blond hair, and long pointed ears. Only his right eye is visible, a glowing green orb shining with carefully controlled anger, the other hidden behind an eyepatch of simple leather, a long thin scar can be seen both above and below the patch. If anything, it only adds to his expression of irritation. Though still annoyed, he seems satisfied the device he's holding turned on, at least. He pulls the device back, and though not much of his attire can be seen, what is visible is hardened leather of reds and golds.]
Hear me. [His voice is even, slightly accented, and authoritarian without being domineering.] I am Lor'themar Theron, Regent Lord of Quel'Thalas. That probably means nothing to most of you. If it by chance does, I insist you respond quickly. If it does not, your information would be welcome, unless the meager offerings of Weiss' recording are all the knowledge you've gathered on this place, in which case, I believe we're all doomed.
(ACTION - BAY TO THE TEMPORARY HOUSING)
After disabling the device, the broad-shouldered, serious-faced elf with exceptionally long ears and one glowing green eye took up the map he was given and followed began to trace his brightly recommended route to his (hopefully very) temporary housing. He's familiar enough with goblin mechanics to follow what the cars are, though these are far less noisy and seem far less likely to explode at any moment, to say nothing for the improvement of the smell.
The entire city seemed built by some rather industrious people, but certainly not goblins. It was far too symetrical, and far less likely to topple in a strong breeze. He found the temporary housing easily enough, and found himself wondering with whom he'd be sharing quarters for the time-being, giving the grounds a curious exploration before finding his provided room. He'd been kidnapped before, left to rot in an amani dungeon. This...was almost pleasant. That couldn't bode well.
(OOC: Feel free to run into Lor'themar anywhere along his route including at the temp housing! Also, if you prefer brackets, I'm down with that!)
[The video initializes to show a serious expression, strong but delicate features, white-blond hair, and long pointed ears. Only his right eye is visible, a glowing green orb shining with carefully controlled anger, the other hidden behind an eyepatch of simple leather, a long thin scar can be seen both above and below the patch. If anything, it only adds to his expression of irritation. Though still annoyed, he seems satisfied the device he's holding turned on, at least. He pulls the device back, and though not much of his attire can be seen, what is visible is hardened leather of reds and golds.]
Hear me. [His voice is even, slightly accented, and authoritarian without being domineering.] I am Lor'themar Theron, Regent Lord of Quel'Thalas. That probably means nothing to most of you. If it by chance does, I insist you respond quickly. If it does not, your information would be welcome, unless the meager offerings of Weiss' recording are all the knowledge you've gathered on this place, in which case, I believe we're all doomed.
(ACTION - BAY TO THE TEMPORARY HOUSING)
After disabling the device, the broad-shouldered, serious-faced elf with exceptionally long ears and one glowing green eye took up the map he was given and followed began to trace his brightly recommended route to his (hopefully very) temporary housing. He's familiar enough with goblin mechanics to follow what the cars are, though these are far less noisy and seem far less likely to explode at any moment, to say nothing for the improvement of the smell.
The entire city seemed built by some rather industrious people, but certainly not goblins. It was far too symetrical, and far less likely to topple in a strong breeze. He found the temporary housing easily enough, and found himself wondering with whom he'd be sharing quarters for the time-being, giving the grounds a curious exploration before finding his provided room. He'd been kidnapped before, left to rot in an amani dungeon. This...was almost pleasant. That couldn't bode well.
(OOC: Feel free to run into Lor'themar anywhere along his route including at the temp housing! Also, if you prefer brackets, I'm down with that!)