An Alliance once existed between Elves and Men...
Characters: Haldir, Open to everyone else.
When: A few hours after waking in the hospital
Where: The City streets
What: The elf is looking for clothing, weapons and allies. And a place to stay. Probably somewhere high.
Open or Closed? Very Open.
Rating/Warnings: None spring to mind. Will be updated as the log progresses.
It seemed he was not meant for slumber.
His last memories before waking imprisoned were of battle, of death, his kin slaughtered and his own life fading. He was supposed to wake in the Halls of Mandos, arise in peace to heal... Instead he came to this. A dead city, empty of life and empty of light.
This was the void. It had to be.
He'd been left alone, the others leaving him to mind his own fate and Haldir had fallen on millenia old habits. Though the city was alien to him and utterly empty, he found comfort in the knowledge that it had been inhabited once and did not feel evil. Though he could easily imagine a sudden hidden host sweeping upon him, he felt no eyes upon him as he struck out.
He moved through the hospital and to the streets, fast and quiet as a shadow; the cold, as bitter as it was, no harship to him as it was for the others. Now was not the time to feel, be it fear or despair, or even grief.
He found clothing soon in an empty abandoned home; a long sleeved tunic made of wool, trousers made of a rough blue cloth and a bag he filled with a small amount of food before leaving with a sharp kitchen knife in hand. He traveled on, searching home after home, collecting a few necessities and despairing at how utterly unfamiliar everything was
When his pack was full, Haldir came to a stop on a roof to consider he next move. He needed allies, and to find those who woke with him, at the very least to offer them what he had.
He did not think anyone could survive here alone.
When: A few hours after waking in the hospital
Where: The City streets
What: The elf is looking for clothing, weapons and allies. And a place to stay. Probably somewhere high.
Open or Closed? Very Open.
Rating/Warnings: None spring to mind. Will be updated as the log progresses.
It seemed he was not meant for slumber.
His last memories before waking imprisoned were of battle, of death, his kin slaughtered and his own life fading. He was supposed to wake in the Halls of Mandos, arise in peace to heal... Instead he came to this. A dead city, empty of life and empty of light.
This was the void. It had to be.
He'd been left alone, the others leaving him to mind his own fate and Haldir had fallen on millenia old habits. Though the city was alien to him and utterly empty, he found comfort in the knowledge that it had been inhabited once and did not feel evil. Though he could easily imagine a sudden hidden host sweeping upon him, he felt no eyes upon him as he struck out.
He moved through the hospital and to the streets, fast and quiet as a shadow; the cold, as bitter as it was, no harship to him as it was for the others. Now was not the time to feel, be it fear or despair, or even grief.
He found clothing soon in an empty abandoned home; a long sleeved tunic made of wool, trousers made of a rough blue cloth and a bag he filled with a small amount of food before leaving with a sharp kitchen knife in hand. He traveled on, searching home after home, collecting a few necessities and despairing at how utterly unfamiliar everything was
When his pack was full, Haldir came to a stop on a roof to consider he next move. He needed allies, and to find those who woke with him, at the very least to offer them what he had.
He did not think anyone could survive here alone.