Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action

[inafadingcrown]

[Dictated]

[Waking up in a strange place was enough of a cause for panic, especially since Artanis has no memory of how she got there in the first place. But she has had to keep her head in difficult situations before; this was not so bad. A quick search of the room revealed a sword and swordbelt, made much to her liking, which she placed around her waist, and a journal.

The journal keeps her occupied for far longer than she had expected it to. There was a lot of information in it. A lot of answers- answers that made no sense, but answers nonetheless. After a thorough study of the text, she dictates into the book, trying not to feel foolish as she does so.]

I gather that my plight here is not unique and that the prisoners of this place are wont to use these books for communication. I will pose a question, then. Is it common to receive a journal with a name that is not one’s own? “Galadriel” is lovely name, to be certain, and I am sure the Lady who bears it is most pleased to be so named. But I am Artanis, daughter of Arafinwë and I will not be mistaken for another. [Except she probably will. That is totally Galadriel’s voice.]

Furthermore, I would speak with any who have ventured out into the wilds of this world.

You have my thanks.

[Action]

[And with that, she shuts the journal and goes out into the hallway, investigating the castle with the sword still at her hip.]


[OOC: Loss start.]

Comments

[deductiongeek]

We've met a few times. Did you lose your memory this time?

[inafadingcrown]

I have only just awakened here.

[deductiongeek]

Right. Either you have a twin, or you've joined the list of people with altered memories.

[inafadingcrown]

Explain. [And that is unmistakably an order.]

[deductiongeek]

Do you remember the castle at all?

[inafadingcrown]

Only that which I have learned of it today.

[deductiongeek]

Then you should know that you've been kidnapped by a sentient castle. And this is not your world.

[inafadingcrown]

That this place has a mind of its own is readily apparent. [She places a hand on one of the castle walls, looking at it strangely for a moment, as though she is hearing something that he cannot.] I feel it all about us.

[Turning back to Conan] But you would have me believe that I have left Arda entirely?

[deductiongeek]

Obviously. This place is like some kind of world between realities.

[inafadingcrown]

There is nothing obvious about what should be an impossibility, child, and you would do well to learn to speak to your elders with respect.