voice testing

[marchwarden]

I cannot fathom the reason why you would go to such needless trouble. Had I desired to be returned Endor then I would've done so on my own accord, and not with the help of a...mortal. If you're wishing to hear gratitude for saving me from the cold abyss of Mandos, then you are sadly mistaken.

...Although, I shall admit I much rather be alive bickering with you than screaming in endless agony. I suppose you'll have my thanks after all, hiril-nin.

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[fatherssins]

[ Alucard speaks, and as monotone as his voice may appear and as stoic as his pale expression might look at a glance, there is a definite warmth in those preternaturally golden eyes and perhaps the slightest hint of sympathy in them too. ]

Why would one, who at a mere glance so resembles nobility, consider themselves fodder for an afterlife of suffering. Why, I would doubt you would warrant such an end, Hell is was not created for creatures like yourself.

More rather there are seats reserved for me and my cursed kind.

[marchwarden]

[ Such honeyed words caught the Elf honestly off-guard. He didn't know what to think of this person, a person who felt as black as night but appeared as pale as the moon. It was odd to say the least, very odd to hear such kind words said to him. ]

Have you not heard of the Halls of Mandos? Men nor Elves can escape the black abyss that awaits on the other side. Being particularly fond of my blade more so than others, I was merely destined for such a fate.

[fatherssins]

[ He smiles, subtle as it is, the expression shifting his porcelain features. The dhampir speaks once more, his tone a dark lullaby. ]

All can repent of their sins, that is that nature of the world. The fact alone that you feel pity for your foes shows that you are no longer at ill-ease with them.

Or at least, this is what I tend to think.

[marchwarden]

You think too highly of me, wayfarer.

[ To him, dying on the battlefield was a great honor. More so than sailing away to foreign shores for the rest of eternity. ]

A warrior's blade is meant to be used, thus the sins committed were meant to be. I'll gladly give my life again if needed, although I'm not fond of dying a second death.

[fatherssins]

I think highly of the living for it is common to envy those that have what one could never achieve.

Are you apprehensive to live again in fear of dying once more?

[marchwarden]

[ Despite how low the whisper was Haldir heard it as clear as day. He chose not comment on it, deciding to steer away from his own intrigue. ]

Nay. More like fearful of living a pointless existence.

[fatherssins]

How could your existence possibly be pointless?

[ He's not trying to be clever, Alucard simply can't fathom how anyone's life could be pointless ]

[marchwarden]

[ He frowns somewhat at the question. It seems that he's caught the attention of a very inquisitive man. ]

If one such as I cannot live by the sword once more, then my life will be a pointless one. I know not of what she has in store for me but I certainly hope not to live a boring and placid existence.

I'm not eager for warfare but I'm not eager for idleness.

[bereth]

Even in your gratitude, your voice does not hide your resentment well, march warden. ( she's just teasing. )

[marchwarden]

[ He's a tad surprised to see her but her presence is most welcomed. ]

You confuse resentment with that of honest curiosity. While I certainly do feel some level of contempt for this one, I'm more curious about her motives above all else.

[keeps_count]

Your thanks to the lady mundane seem a bit forced, Haldir.

[marchwarden]

If so, then perhaps it is. While she claims to be a friend and not a foe, I cannot help but be on guard.

[keeps_count]

Understandably so. It's difficult, at times, to discover what truth there is in their words.

[marchwarden]

Also even more difficult to understand where their loyalties lie.

[ He sighs. ]

Tell me, are these scribes always shrouded in such mystery?

[keeps_count]

Typically, it is too themselves alone.

And I'm afraid that they are. I was promised to be sent to a place to see Mithrandir again. Little I knew of the horrors that the place would entail.

[marchwarden]

...Horrors?

[ He can't help but arch his brow a little. ]

You mean to say these scribes also double as our "torturers"?

[keeps_count]

They do, yes. I've noticed that many take particular glee in finding ways to kill us or scar us mentally.

Twice has the lady killed me. If yours should send you anywhere, a place where death is impossible would be best.

[marchwarden]

You've been killed...

[ He's utterly dismayed by that piece of news. Now he's even more determined to escape the clutches of this madwoman. ]

I refuse to be used as a mere pawn for the sake of her twisted entertainment.

[barebacking]

[ Yaha slides up to rest his head lightly on this elf's shoulder. ]

And my thanks as well.

[marchwarden]

[ Ho damn! Creeper alert! ]

...What do you mean?

[ He may or may not be looking at Yaha like he's a crazed elf. ]

[barebacking]

Your existence, of course. [ He reaches out to lightly poke the other elf's nose. ]

Your voice is granted to you now, and what a melodious voice it is.

[marchwarden]

[ Instincts told him to keep some distance between himself and this one, but he didn't act on it until after the other elf poked his nose. ]

My existence is my own to cherish.

[ He frowns. ]

[barebacking]

You won't let me cherish you?

[marchwarden]

I don't even know your name. Although, I suppose this could be rectified if proper manners were used.

[barebacking]

Nor do I know yours, but seeing you live makes me happy, is that so wrong?

Still, if it is your name that you are after... I am Yaha.