I'm thinking that, when I do my turn, I'm probably going to try to do it in a more story format, since I'm going to school to become a writer, but haven't actually been able to practice with fanfiction or such in a while, since DF is such a time-sink, so it might take me a while just to get my write-up done in any sort of acceptable fashion when my turn rolls around. Just thought I'd give y'all a fair warning.
(Also: holy cow, it looks like my turn is going to be coming up a lot sooner than I thought.)
And, while I'm on the subject of writing, I might as well do a bit of In-Character PoV journal entry stuff as a warm up.
[Note: As I am currently taking Ojibwe-Anishinaabeg studies at college, I will probably end up subconsciously incorporating some of that particular zeitgeist into my interpretation of these particular elves.]
An Excerpt from the Journal of 'EvilFuzzy' Fidalecana:
[The date is blotted out by a large blood-stain]'Dear journal,
"I fear." It has been so long since last I uttered such words, or even heard them uttered by my brothers and sisters. In this, an age of war and terror, driven from our ancestral lands by the Goblins, the
Ulire-methi, we cannot afford to falter or dread. And yet, '
fear' is the only way to describe the atmosphere that has descended over the encampment.
For as long as we elves have walked this world, there have been those few among us blessed (or perhaps cursed...?) by
Her with prophetic visions to ensure the survival of our people in a world dominated by those who would seek to do ill to us and our cotenants, both plant and beast. And never in these two-thousand years have we
once neglected to do our sacred duty to take up arms against those who left such destruction in their wake as do the Goblin hordes. But so many of us have died in faithful service to Her that we are now to few to even defend ourselves, let alone the flora and fauna of the world. Our need is become great, and we are forced to take the lives of our brothers and sisters because of it.
And I, a loyal servant of Her, have taken upon myself the horrible burden of butchering our fellow beast, taking to the flesh of innocent beasts this set of holy knives which have passed down in my family since time immemorial -- knives shaped from the hallowed true metal in the blood of the earth by a wizened dwarven smith at the commission of my great grandmother for the sacred ritual of purifying the flesh of those who defile nature, that it may strengthen us with the power of our enemies' life-force.
Every day that I must sully these consecrated tools with the blood of innocents, I pray to Her for the forgiveness of my ancestors, for so many among us have spoken of terrible visions that I fear we may not be much longer for this world. In a single year, in just this camp, our kind have experienced more prophetic dreams than in all of the previous two thousand years combined, and they almost all share the same themes: disaster and mourning, madness and bloodshed -- things that could-have-been, and things that may-yet-come-to-pass. We have always placed our faith in Ri-
[the ink is badly smudged in this spot1]-a, but these visions have filled so many of us with dread that some among us have begun to express doubt... and even I, one who is well-versed in the ways of the druid, fear that unless things change drastically, we will be wiped from the face of the world by the seemingly inexhaustible military might of the goblin nations. Indeed, in a moment of great weakness during the attack, I was sorely tempted to turn the edges of my
cacame-ceta and my
one-ceta, my skinning and boning knives, upon those unforgivable
Ulire-methi. But I resisted the urge, for to sully these blades with blood shed in violence would be an unforgivable act of blasphemy.
I only hope that our new leader will be able to lead us wisely... '
[The remainder of the entry is illegible, with a number of bloodstains and missing pages] There, I think that turned out adequately enough. And I really hope my elf isn't dead, as I'm still a bit confused as to how exactly things ended up going.
Also, it would be really nice to see my elf's stat's and bio. I don't even know gender I am. XD + v^(*~*)^v = IDKWTF
1: I'm not entirely certain whether it is supposed to be spelled 'Ritha' or 'Rifa', as I've seen spelled both ways, so I decided to take the route of using-an-overused-literary-trope-in-a-thinly-veiled-attempt-to-cover-my-ass.(I hope I didn't steal your thunder or anything, bowie.)
[Edit: Minor grammar fixes.]
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