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Curufin, son of Fëanor ([personal profile] so_dark_a_road) wrote in [community profile] soddersays 2019-10-30 02:48 am (UTC)

Curufin Fëanorion | J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion

Big, toothy, munchy maggots!

[ Curufin, having recently arrived in Deerington, is wandering around and gawking at the horrors of the environment. It's not that he's never seen a devastated land -- his own world was full of the evidence of disaster when he fought in the Wars of Beleriand, and when he last laid eyes on that beloved land.

He is just passing one of those nasty places where organs seem to be bursting out of the ground. Nearby, there is a big puddle of some red fluid substance that looks a lot like blood! In are rolling five or six huge maggot-like creatures with sharp teeth. They eye him and then suddenly they leap at him. They are joined by others who squeeze out of the ground and head straight for him, wriggling and lurching swiftly. ]


Back, you slime!!!!

[ Curufin whips his razor-sharp Elvish blade out of its sheath and slashes at the fastest of these creatures. He's a good fighter, but there are an awful lot of these things, and more are coming. Anybody want to help him? ]


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[ Meet him wherever you like. He's very curious about this odd place and will be strolling around trying to figure out where the hell he is and what he's supposed to do here. Your guidance would be appreciated! ]

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