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paradisa2014-01-06 04:29 pm
inafadingcrown) wrote in paradisa2014-01-06 04:29 pm
Entry tags:
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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[Whoops, he already forgot about being too familiar.]
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Many things can change; one's heritage is usually not among them.
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[The sharp look rolls off his back like water from a duck, apparently unnoticed.]
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