Entry tags:
XX1: Getting to Know You
That debacle was pretty much something out of an extra terrestrial movie where various sentient beings are abducted from their home planets and jam-jarred for observation. The subjects are convinced that their confinement is inescapable, gradually assume complacency, and adapt to their new lives under the oppressive scrutiny of a humongous totalitarian microscope. They eventually all but forget Big Brother's watchful eyes behind concealed cameras recording everything down to the minutiae of their daily lives, and any genre-savvy movie enthusiast could easily tell you what's soon to follow.
It's actually not half bad. I'm sure someone out there has had it worse.
Let's get down to business. I'm taking a roll call.
Raise your hand if you're familiar with any of the following chumhandles:
It's actually not half bad. I'm sure someone out there has had it worse.
Let's get down to business. I'm taking a roll call.
Raise your hand if you're familiar with any of the following chumhandles:
- gutsyGumshoe
- tipsyGnostalgic
- golgothasTerror
voice;
[There is a bit of admiration in his voice now. Someone who is a maester, and a knight, and a warrior, and a prince deserves no less.]
They're good titles--but they must make your introductions at feasts terribly long. Do they announce them all?
text;
Besides, I unfortunately have few opportunities to either attend or host feasts.
It's as though my world has taken a nosedive into an incredibly deadly game where evil, tyrannical forces are in command.
I'd imagine, though, that every world has its own problems,
And it's best not to dwell on them in a place like this.
It's unlikely that anything we do now will affect the places where we are no longer.
What is it like in the world that you come from?
voice;
It's summer in Westeros, but it's growing colder. Winterfell is farthest to the north, so we always feel the cold first--Winterfell is my family's castle. [Another pause, and then he adds:] I think our worlds might be much the same, but my brother is fighting against the forces in Westeros. Do people fight, where you're from?
text;
Instead, their weapons were veiled messages hidden in words and images broadcast throughout the world, or tasteless poisons presented in food for the masses.
At least, that is what I'm led to believe.
I live in a perilous time when evil prevails, hunting and culling any few and far between traces of humanity, while the last remaining heroes are confined and concealed, seeking and taking any opportunity to strike at their dominating despotic overlords.
I have never experienced a winter and wonder if it's even possible where I've come from.
Is the winter cold your enemy?
voice;
My brother fights men, not cold--it's men that do evil, not winter. And we wouldn't fight winter, we're of the north. Winter would be our ally against both false and bad kings.
But how could you have no winter? Do you come from some land of waste or sand?
text;
Though as it is now, my castle stands in a seemingly unending sea with but a single tower rising from the water's surface.
It's much less a fortress and more a prison than anything else.
If only your winter could ally with the heroes of my world to unseat our contemptible sovereigns, but the time for heroes to rise up draws near.
Perhaps it's already come, and I am neither there to bear its witness nor play my role.
voice;
Winter doesn't even help my brother, not really. But if we could command it, I would send it to your world, to help you. Is your tower besieged? Is that what makes it a prison?
[The last bit is troubling, so he adds, to give some hope:] The best heroes always ride in to finish the battles. If the fight has come to your kingdom, that leaves you the best part to play.