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

[lord_wizard]

Because most often the book you find yourself in possession of is yours. Unless there is something I should know regarding the whereabouts of Lady Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

I am entirely ignorant on the subject myself, I assure you.

[lord_wizard]

Curious, given that you sound very much like her [Or exactly like her, but he's taking this with baby steps]. You aren't of any relation to her, perchance?

[inafadingcrown]

Not to my knowledge, no. I know nothing of the name. [Though it is lovely, she'll give it that.]

[lord_wizard]

Should you see the woman bearing it, please let us know. In the meantime, is there anything I can help you with?

[inafadingcrown]

[She could protest that there was no way she could know the woman bearing it on sight, let alone inform others of her whereabouts, but it's more useful to take the opportunity to poke for more information about this place.]

What do you know of the portion of this world that lies beyond the castle's influence?

[lord_wizard]

[He'll play along. Convincing a person on a loss that's what it was was not dissimilar to waking a sleepwalker. It never ended well]

Very little, given that everything on this continent is not completely beyond the castle's reach if it wants to expend the effort to do so. The lands surrounding this are referred to as the Dead Zone, and nullify all manner of magical and technological abilities. It seems to be weakest out there, and things change less, but I would not say it means complete freedom. The lands themselves are very wild, with no kind of wildlife you are likely to recognize. There are pockets of settlements, mostly abandoned - things it seems the castle has placed there - and a few wandering groups of people who left the castle for good many years ago. Or should I say...castles. There is evidence that there is five such entities on this world, Cair Paradisa included.

[Are you sorry you asked yet, Artanis?]

[inafadingcrown]

[Not in the least! This is both useful and fascinating!] What is known about these wandering peoples? Do we have friendly relations?

[lord_wizard]

For quite a while, no. There was a faction that was hostile to us, but they have been more or less destroyed. We have no direct knowledge of the rest save for a new settlement to the north that we are now on friendly terms with. I believe a few of the residents have already joined them. And we have had allies and informants in other groups, but contact with them has been brief and has no happened in recent memory.

[inafadingcrown]

I see. [There's quite a bit here that she has to look into, eventually.] Thank you for being so forthcoming. Might I ask your name?

[lord_wizard]

I am Felix Harrowgate and it's my pleasure.

[And because he's curious] Where do you hail from, Artanis?

[inafadingcrown]

Most recently from Menegroth in Doriath, though I was born and raised in Tirion in Valinor.

[A pause] Though I imagine that will mean little to you.

[lord_wizard]

You are regrettably correct, although that doesn't mean it isn't of interest.

[inafadingcrown]

True. May I ask the same of you, then?

[lord_wizard]

Melusine, in the Protectorate of Marathat, though I am Troian by birth.