Danielle's Inventory
24th Limestone, 354
Astesh has finally left the blockworks, and has a brand new bed to show for it. Granted, the bed is carved entirely out of bauxite with a depiction of an historic battle in cameo on cave lobster shell, but we all agree that it's a very nice bed. Astesh was mumbling something or other incoherently about 'ergo-gnomes', so I suppose it must be divine inspiration. Or gnomish inspiration.
The trade wagons arrived today, as well. The Liason, Datan, managed to get one of our dwarves to carry a message back to the Searing Crypts. The wagon leader seemed... surprised.
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The elf stepped off the lip of the wagon, garbed in a rich spidersilk brocade and deep royal purple coat, trousers and slippers. Like all his kind he was a picture of health and beauty; tall, graceful and ever-youthful, with immaculate hair and stunning blue eyes. His features were marred only by a gentle furrowing of the brow.
"Where is he?" the elf demanded as Emerin approached the wagons. The mayor, wanting little to do with the affairs of elves, simply gestured to the currently vacant Guard Captain's apartments. Blustering past the small crowd of curious dwarves, the elf wrenched open the stylish bauxite doors and gasped, the furrow of his brow turning to a mask of horror.
The creature that stood in the doorway was undeniably an elf, and yet no Elf could consider him kin. Dressed not dissimilarly to his fellow, save that his clothes were in deep prairie rose scarlet and fashioned as of a higher rank, the elf still looked imposing, even handsome. Nevertheless, the elemental grace of his kin seemed to have left him. His hair had grown paler, robbed of the richness and vigour of youth, and his skin seemed thinner and more translucent. Faint wrinkles were visible around his eyes and lips and there was the suggestion of bags beneath the former. The greatest physical change was to his irises, a pale scarlet to match his clothes, but the most noticeable change was to his expression.
Where elves had regality, Datan showed dominance. Where elves had dignity, Datan showed coldness. His lips pressed back into a perpetual sneer, his eyes narrowed slightly in continual suspicion and barely-restrained aggression. With barely a handful of changes to his expressions, Datan's beauty had been robbed of him, replaced by cruel, dark power.
"By the Force," the visiting elf breathed.
"Yes, it was," intoned Datan coldly. "Embrace me, Sarvesh." The elf did so, albeit after a moment's hesitation. Datan clasped him tightly, if stiffly, then released him.
"So it is true," Sarvesh said, his voice tinged with awe and fear. "You took the forbidden step."
"And lost my right to be known as an Elf, yes," Datan confirmed. "My need was great, however, and we have given up so much already in the name of peace with the dwarves. How are things in the Mountainhomes?"
"Strained. Heads are rolling over the recent losses, but the army's mobilising for retaliation. Who are this lot? This place isn't on any of our maps."
"Strays, scavengers and criminals. Exiles, but I owe them. It's not on the maps because I kept it secret. Now it needs to be."
"Why keep it secret? The Queen will throw a fit when she finds out."
"It was a good place to shift the liquor surplus, and if she wants to throw a fit then she can throw it at me!" Datan snapped. "But as far as she or anyone else in the Crypts needs to know, it's just a struggling outpost. If I hear mention of walls, or guards, or especially the damned militia they've got set up, I'll hunt down each and every member of this caravan myself! The last thing the kingdom needs is to believe there's another threat out here; Her Majesty will need all her troops just fighting off Stonebreaker and the goblins."
Sarvesh pursed his lips, looking around the little walled town and at all the short, dirty dwarves glaring up at him. He glanced upward as well; three dwarves were apparently just lounging on the nearby town walls, but their crossbows were quite visible. He sighed and raised his hands.
"As you wish, Datan, but I cannot promise it will be without consequence. For you or this place." He signalled to the wagons to proceed toward the covered market in the brightly coloured Nishan chapel. "For now, join me, brother. I am sure you have much to say."
"Not so much as I do not," Datan remarked, but followed the wagons regardless.