LUNAR FESTIVAL | DAY FIVE | ELDERS & OMEN

[paradisamods]

[It's the final day of the festival. Now is definitely the time to stock up on any fireworks or exotic gifts found in the market. It seems the vendors are practically giving them away, as will all last minute sales.

By now, residents have received five red envelopes containing gifts. Perhaps they now have a considerable amount of caisos to spend in town? Children might have a nice pile of candy. Or maybe residents received an Elune Stone to use for the future?

The final two elders have appeared in the courtyard, waiting patiently for any who would approach them and pay respect.

Out by the duck pond, however, a sense of unease has settled. The waters have been stirring all day, and the wolf spirits from the day prior are gathering by the waters, waiting expectantly.

It isn't long before something begins to emerge from the water. Something very large, and very hostile in appearance.



What will you do?]


_{[ LUNAR FESTIVAL EVENTS: OOC POST | DAY ONE | DAY TWO | DAY THREE | DAY FOUR | ELDER: GIL-GALAD | ELDER: YULIA JUE | OMEN ]}

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[lord_wizard]

[Felix approaches silently, gazing at the figure]

I take it you're acquainted.

[inafadingcrown]

Well acquainted; he is kin. Felix Harrowgate, I would have you know Gil-Galad, Last High King of the Noldor in Middle-Earth. A pity he cannot tell his own tales.

[lord_wizard]

[More for Galadriel than the spirit, Felix nods his head at the figure in respect. At least he knew his place where royalty was concerned.]

I wonder why that is.

[inafadingcrown]

[She appreciates the gesture.]

Perhaps they know something the castle would keep from us. [Half-joking, half-serious, there.]

[lord_wizard]

[He smirks] I wouldn't doubt that.

But I suppose that leaves you to tell his story, yes?

[inafadingcrown]

I suppose it does, though Lord Elrond would no doubt tell the tail better than I, for he was once herald to Gil-galad.

He was a great king and a wise ruler. But he is chiefly known for his role in the wars of the Second Age. We faced then a great Enemy, who sought to control and dominate all. And things grew grim. Gil-galad was vital in forming what became know as the Last Alliance of Men and Elves. They marched into the heart of the Enemy's territory: Mordor itself. They laid siege to Barad-dûr, the Dark Tower, and Gil-galad faced Sauron himself. He fought valiantly and well, but he was slain- one of many great leaders lost in the wars of those days.

The battle was won, in the end, but at a high cost.

[lord_wizard]

Isn't the cost always high?

[inafadingcrown]

It is, though casualties are not always so heavy.

[lord_wizard]

I thought that was what made war what it is.

It does seem unusual, though, that a king would risk himself.

[inafadingcrown]

Any loss is heavy to those who suffer it, true. In this instance, however, I speak only of numbers; it was not a fight between equals.

As for the latter statement, my people would not think highly of a ruler who did not take to the field himself; all of the great Elven Lords have been also warriors when it was needful.

[lord_wizard]

Yet another thing that seems to separate your people from mine.

[inafadingcrown]

Those who would lead must know what they ask of others.

[lord_wizard]

I assume that includes you as well?

[inafadingcrown]

It does. [How much you want to read into that is up to you.]