shieldofrohan: Katheryn Winnick (It was hard)
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Two seasons have turned since I found myself here - half a year gone by, by my count. That frightens me. Even if the Mistress spoke truly when she said our own worlds stand still, yet this one does not. We grow, we age, we draw further away from home. And to what purpose?

If I speak truly, from the heart, I do not hate this land. It is strange, and vulgar, yet there is a curious peace here, a freedom to speak and to act as one might not in a more mannered land. I think that if I were returned, I should miss it.

But my people await. My King yet ails, my country yet faces the Shadow, the darkness yet lingers. It is wrong, I think, that I should be here and not there. I have no purpose here, no duty worthy of the name. Sooner would I face war and misery than to live and die without need, without honour. I fear to abandon my duties. I fear that part of me wishes it. I fear I could not return at all, changed as I am. Shamed as I am.

Would you return home? If you were offered such a chance, would you take it? Would you even question it?
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[ on the afternoon of the 24th, ink begins to appear on the network. first a dip, then a small blot of ink, and suddenly a title in black: ]

Lament of a Broken Blade

[ and then the words begin. they are endless, a single stream of thought from start to finish without any thought of editing or stopping. whoever this person is, they have an axe to grind. ]

Sing to me, O Muses, you daughters of Gaea,
Though I know not which will come.
Shall I call upon Calliope?
Or perhaps Clio?
Your words flow without voice,
Sung silently yet heard by many.

Sing, Muse, of tragedy and travesty,
Of a falsely-named champion and their touted glory.
The words, engraved in brass, weigh heavy on me.
A masterful screw, or so they have declared,
Not yet knowing what it means to gaze upon Venus,
Not yet having grasped the blushing buttocks of Bacchus,
Not yet laid down and held by the strong arms of Vulcan.

Would that only their idol were here,
Standing by this liar's plaque of brass.
Would that I had the strength to stand against them.
Would that my Master had summoned me into a war,
That I might reward such insolence as I saw fit.

But alas, this is no war,
And I am left with no mandate but to protect.
I will put down the pen with a sigh,
And retreat to my thoughts with regret.


[ the writing finally stops, the pen laid down against it. it seems its histrionic wielder has finished what it is they wished to say.

beneath it, an elegant and ornate signature appears in deep red:
]

Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
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Just sort of wondering: what kind of creatures have you all got where you come from? For example, in my world, there are things like dragons and unicorns, but also kelpies and hinkypunks and Blast-Ended Skrewts and werewolves, I suppose.

[Let him just casually add that in there at the end.]

It makes me curious as to how much overlap there might be between worlds. Also on the docket: are they rare? Are they accepted by society? Do they have a bad reputation? Do people…keep them as pets or something?
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[This is not the first time Ford has found himself a universe away from where he was just a day or so ago, and so all things considered he's taking it in stride. He was certainly smart enough to turn down any sort of employment from a woman calling herself 'Mistress' (I mean, really) and he's not too fazed by the little shack that's afforded him instead of nicer lodgings in the castle. A roof over his head is still a vast step up from most of the universes he's had to crash in. He's even been provided with a handy dandy new journal in which to compile notes on his new locale, and that's exactly what he's decided to do. It's one of his go-to solutions.

Up at the top of the page there is a date, which is crossed out after a few moments of consideration and replaced with words written in neat cursive script:]


Can't start using dates until I have some idea of the local calendar.

I have once again found myself in a world that is very markedly not my own. I wasn't intending to travel any further than the bounds of my own planet ever again but intent means very little in the long run. This would explain quite a lot about the Bermuda Triangle, in retrospect. I wonder why Stanley didn't come through with me?

In terms of similarity to Earth I would rate this new world fairly high. Its technology is clearly more primitive but this can perhaps be explained by the presence of magic, which often renders most 'modern' Earth technology (or equivalent alien technology) pointless.


[There is a very well-rendered sketch of the Mistress off to the left, looking unimpressed as usual.]

THE MISTRESS

The local ruler. She offered me employment and naturally I turned it down in favor of remaining a free agent for the duration of my time here. I would like to think at this point I can spot a raw deal with some degree of accuracy.


[He... he has no idea other people can see this. Either that note wasn't at the start of this book because he arrived long after their dispersal, or he just flat out didn't read it in his haste to start nerding out all over the place. Take your pick.]

{{post ii}}

Jul. 6th, 2017 06:17 pm
shieldofrohan: Katheryn Winnick (A lady high and valiant)
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I have a question for all here. Call it a curiosity.

Ere you came to this place, what did you know of sex? And how did you come to know it? For I find that where I thought I was wise enough, I am ill-educated in many ways. I was a maid of high birth, and such things were not proper, nor had I too deep an interest in them.

Was your land like this one? So boldly unrestrained? I cannot imagine, else, how some here have come to know so much more than I, even those younger.

And if, as I have, you came hence from a land where such things would not be countenanced, how have you found it?

As I say, a curiosity only. Humour me.

- Éowyn

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May. 12th, 2017 09:11 pm
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Man, you people are all idiots.

You know what's the first thing you should do when you start writing and you notice you're putting down shit you didn't mean to? You walk away!
Don't even give me that "ohhh nooo but it's magic, I can't help myself" garbage. All it takes is a little bit of willpower and brains (which I have in spades, duh).

Laughing my ass off at some of you, really. Opening your book and writing about how hard you wanna fuck/get fucked for all to see?
Hahahahah I bet at least a couple of you guys are totally doing it on purpose.
Iyaa~aan~, I can't control this quill, I just need dick so baaaad! <3 <3 Won't someone come and save me? Ohhh, noooo, why did I write that??

Fucking LOL.

I have the worst case of blue balls I've had in years right now and you don't see me begging.


[Kaph's stupid ass does not realise he's using the ink of unrestrained thought. Have fun.]

{{post i}}

May. 11th, 2017 09:56 pm
shieldofrohan: Katheryn Winnick (Like the ring of steel)
[personal profile] shieldofrohan
Since coming to this place, I have wondered much about how it would be native here. To let go of doubt and discretion, and let bodies do as they will. I want rawness and wildness, skin on skin and blood running hot, and I would show you how Éorl's daughter rides. I would feel other hands where only mine have been, have you look on me in wonder. I would do battle in the bedroom no less gladly than on the field.

Such is my heart. It desires madness, sweet violence, gentle battle. Not to make love, but to fuck, rut as animals do, bite and scratch and moan. The cool air on my skin, the rush of fury, to be with a man whose strength can match my own. Such thoughts are hard to drive away here.


[Yeah, she accidentally picked the dirty-thoughts ink. Although, here's a twist - now she's realised that, she did just dip her goose quill in the same bottle.]

[It makes for a pretty good alibi, after all.]

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