RP:Saoirse Meets the Hero

Outside Kelay Tavern

Leaving the tavern's grounds, Saoirse hears a greeting and turns toward the source, offering Slit a nod.

Slit nods to Saoirse "greetings traveler are you new to these lands?"

Saoirse’s hazel eyes hold a heavy tint of mistrust, and she hesitates for a time before answering. "No. Are you?"

Slit said, "me and my people travel the lands seeking to help the poor and down trodden, we bring peace and stability to the regions we come"

Saoirse said to Slit, "You're an elf. Why are you traveling around like good-will gypsies, when Sage is under seige?" The girl bites her words back then, lowering her tone with a swift look around. "Where are your loyalties? Your priorities?"

Slit said to Saoirse, "I am gathering the elves of the world and other forces too, when the armies are sufficient we shall reclaim the Sage and bring peace to it again. Ssurely you have heard the story of the Elf long ago who ended the chaos and brought peace to the sage for a long time"

Saoirse snorts softly. She hasn't yet made the connection between Slit and that elf from long ago. "You mean that fool who swanned around thinking he could rule the world? If he'd stayed in the forest and strengthened us there, maybe we wouldn't be near extinction in our own home." She is dressed in the typical garb of the wood-elf, a bow slung across one shoulder. Tall and willowy as the majority of her kind, she also carries the pride of those elves of old, who had not yet learned how to suffer defeat. Though it's clear this young elf has suffered great loss, in the harsh demeanour she offers her elder. "And where's this hero now? Where was he when the drow drove us out? When they came to our camp recently.. " her voice chokes up, now, "And murdered even the little children?"

Slit takes up a stern voice and in a brief moment the rage can be seen in the eyes of Slit "The hero of the Sage Elves did bolster the defenses of the Sage he built a Grand castle to guard them from the east and a high tower to guard them from the west, How dare you insult him you very well know what became of him elf, he fought to the last and was eventually cast out of hollow by the Dark ones Solaris and Kaizer."

Saoirse bites down on her lip, which is as close to an apology as Slit is going to get. "So, he has an excuse then, for letting our people fall. What's yours?"

Slit stands up as straight as he possibly can, "I am Slit the hero of the Sage Elves and after my long exile I have returned to the Elven people in their darkest hour to bring the light they require in this moment." his long white beard hanging from his face, his body looking too weak to even put up much of a fight, but his eyes still burn with a passion for his people.

Saoirse looks Slit up and down, with all the arrogance of youth. "I can see why you’d need to summon armies. Be aware, exile, that the drow even now are murdering our kind. My brothers.. " she closes her eyes, and will not cry, not here in the open, in the street, where it might be witnessed. "Call your troops, and roust the drow, and then I will call you hero once more. Until then, you're just another one who talks big.. " the rash girl shakes her head of tawny hair, "As for me, I go now to seek my vengeance. I will watch for your army. Be sure there are not too many foreigners among their number. No-one can be trusted."

Slit smiles at the rashness of the young elf, "there was a time when I would charge alone into the middle of a battle and cut my way through, those times though were long ago and in my elder age I pay a more keen eye to the strategem that must be followed for many of our kind are hidden away in the Frostmaw, if you truly wish to make a difference and not run off to an early death, then join my army and as a representative of it recruit our fellow tribes and help unite us once more as I did so long ago."

Saoirse is quiet while several people pass them by. She is visibly nervous, and speaks quickly now, "We who have held to the forest in silence and secret, and have not run off to the deserts and Winterlands in terror, are few in number now. But we know how to kill a dark elf when it crawls out of its filthy hole.. I will stay in Sage, if it means I must die there. And we few will blaze the way for your mighty armies, when they come."

Slit nods to Saoirse "very well, unite the elves of the sage and eventually I will come though you may have to deal with more than drow when my armies arrive, for I hear stirrings most disturbing"

Saoirse speaks with barely contained anger, "Hero of old, you may be. But you do not command me, Slit. What do you mean..." her green-flecked eyes are narrow again, "More than drow? Why speak in half-words, when lives are at stake?"

Slit crosses his arms "It is not half words, Lord Eboric of Venturil and Lady Thea of the Enchanted Kingdom have announced their support of Lord Tiphareth and being as he is the lord of the drow they support the drow occupation of the Sage, so you have those other two armies to compete with as well.

Saoirse 's upper lip curls in disdain at the news. "So Enchantment once more bends to the drow.” However, Slit's words have sobered her attitude some, and she nods to the Elder. "It's best you make haste, then, Slit, to rally elves and allies, and bring them to Sage." The young elf then turns away , she dislikes being this close to the town.