So it is. Our common circumstance gives a good starting point for building understanding.
[Not to say that he believes everyone here would make a trustworthy ally. He has seen some network posts that have him questioning not just the nature of some of the people with them but their sanity.]
Yes, and no one likes to be inconvenienced or told that perhaps one day they will be needed to face near certain death to prevent more deaths. I do understand that.
[He had been one of them once.]
The Anderfels is the birthplace of our order, their people grim and practical folk. It is a hard existence. I feel for them, them and the dwarves who have lost and sacrificed more than any of us surface folk combined. Once their kingdom spanned the underside of the entire continent, connected by roads and outposts with wonders whose secrets are lost to their descendants. All that remain are two besieged cities on opposite sides of the world. The rest between is crumbling and befouled by centuries of darkspawn occupation, a filth that spreads with the virulence of an invasive fungus.
I hope the threat will end as well. They say there are only seven of the ancient gods slumbering. If it's true, there is no way to know what will happen once the last is awakened and dispatched. Will the threat abate, or will the darkspawn forever multiply until their numbers alone overwhelm us even without the guidance of a dark intelligence?
[And what of the Architect, the strange darkspawn emissary who claimed to have a diabolical solution to all of their woes? He is quiet for a moment with that thought before shaking it off. He raises his glass and leans over to clack it against her mug.]
And to the Harpers. Long may you preserve balance in your lands, and long may people sing of your deeds.
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[Not to say that he believes everyone here would make a trustworthy ally. He has seen some network posts that have him questioning not just the nature of some of the people with them but their sanity.]
Yes, and no one likes to be inconvenienced or told that perhaps one day they will be needed to face near certain death to prevent more deaths. I do understand that.
[He had been one of them once.]
The Anderfels is the birthplace of our order, their people grim and practical folk. It is a hard existence. I feel for them, them and the dwarves who have lost and sacrificed more than any of us surface folk combined. Once their kingdom spanned the underside of the entire continent, connected by roads and outposts with wonders whose secrets are lost to their descendants. All that remain are two besieged cities on opposite sides of the world. The rest between is crumbling and befouled by centuries of darkspawn occupation, a filth that spreads with the virulence of an invasive fungus.
I hope the threat will end as well. They say there are only seven of the ancient gods slumbering. If it's true, there is no way to know what will happen once the last is awakened and dispatched. Will the threat abate, or will the darkspawn forever multiply until their numbers alone overwhelm us even without the guidance of a dark intelligence?
[And what of the Architect, the strange darkspawn emissary who claimed to have a diabolical solution to all of their woes? He is quiet for a moment with that thought before shaking it off. He raises his glass and leans over to clack it against her mug.]
And to the Harpers. Long may you preserve balance in your lands, and long may people sing of your deeds.