Colors of Meaning
18th of May 867 A.D.
"I would sooner let my ship sink than be sworn to Him of which Guldur is born," you snap, with far more venom than you had meant to.
Steady on Eriol, you think as the priestess recoils. "It trails in his wake like shadow, like the smoke of his burning footsteps, a perilous thing and yet the wise, or perhaps simply the learned..." You are not sure what she sees in your face, but it is
not a pleasant expression, that much you are sure of. "We can make use of it."
"When you say in his wake, where has this god gone?" Thyra asks you, curious perhaps in spite of herself.
"He is bound with the chain Angaino beyond the Walls of Night and two manacles the Vorotemnar are set upon his wrists, upon each ankle a fetter called Ilterendi, so say the Eldar who heed the words of his kin."
"Like Fernis waiting for the Last Morning of the world," she mutters under her breath
Though you had been about do dismiss her, in thought if not in word you recall that this Fernis is meant to be a wolf, ever hungering, a great beast that would devour the sun and moon. Many were the wolves and many were the things like wolves which which lay at the feet of Morgoth's throne. Could the legend she knows be like a melody distorted down through the leagues and years? Why, how if this is to be another year?
"I know not the names of the powers and would not care to hazard a guess at their seeming," you sigh and then fall silent.
"But what about..."
"The Ainu change bodies as men change clothes," you cut her off. "As with mortal's garb one might read quite a lot into the choice, or just a preference over a cloak of blue over one of green and then be driven mad over wondering what blue truly is..."
"What blue is?" she sniffs. "What kind of nonsense is that?"
"Well what is it then?" you ask with a smile, as Vorindo had done to you more than a decade ago.
"It's the sky the sea..."
"The bluejay's wing?" you interject. "These are all things that are blue, but blue the color is not them. The question of what color is and if it forms in the eye, the mind or perhaps even the soul is one long pondered among the Eldar and for myself I wish them all the joy of it. The lives of men are too short for it."
"And too short to bother learning the will of the gods?" The words are c challenge, but growing fascination is writ clear upon her face once more.
Diplomacy: 89 + 12 = 101 (Critical Success)
"Oh never that, Ar Pharazon learned the folly of such a plan, but not troubling one's self over Powers that do not trouble you, that seems reasonable to me."
"And yet you rattle the chains of the one bound by the will of these gods whom you speak?"
"To rattle bars one must weigh more than a grain of dust." You look away, back towards the sea and the land where there is no returning. "Believe me I have been thoroughly persuaded of my own insignificance."
"Well I have not," she counters. "How about a bargain then, I teach you more of the gods I know, the Aerir and Vanir and you tell me whom they are most alike to from your own land. That way we will know at least which god we should most need to seek the favor of."
Do you agree to share your lore with Völva Thyyra?
[] Yes, she is an interesting conversationalist at least (will take up most of your time in port)
[] No, you have other matters to attend to before you depart (Diplomacy DC 45 to refuse diplomatically)
OOC: Eriol uses philosophical dazzle, it is very effective. 
