He doesn't even know their names.
Someone ought to record the fall of the civilization. He makes a recording telescope; it'll write to a chiplocked file, but he can unlock it later. He peers through it. Demons have astronomical range but he needs to place it right, not just in the vicinity.
He starts it in the center of Valinor.
It doesn't need much to keep going. It's got a whole planet to eat.
"Failed enemy-killing effort that I'm sure he already knows we have, it creates a very high-pitched buzzing noise only Maiar can hear."
Thauron does not come sit down with them. Everyone watches Maitimo a little alarmedly. "I don't think he's even trying to pretend he's reformed," Maitimo says, "and he seems to want to pick a fight. I was actually distracted for the first few minutes of the talk on babies and chips, was anyone else attending it?"
They wrap up fairly early in the evening, because there'll be more the next day.
Building memorials, still. Very pretty ones. Writing down everything they remember of Valinor. They are not moving on but Elves do not, in fact, move on very well at all. They are moving.
View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post