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paradisa2014-01-06 04:29 pm
inafadingcrown) wrote in paradisa2014-01-06 04:29 pm
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Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action
[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.]
[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.]
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It is strange, as well, to think of you as Artanis but this castle does many strange things.
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What would you care to know? I can tell you that I have never beheld a realm so beautiful, it is the fairest of all the dwellings of the elves, that it brought my companions and I peace when we needed it most. We had nothing to fear while there and I had the rare opportunity to see the mallorn trees there, to pass over the river Nimrodel.
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