Mar. 6th, 2011
March challenge
Mar. 6th, 2011 10:53 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
OK.
So. It's March. The month of Mars.
As such, and in his honour, I shall declare the March challenge to be 'conflict'. Write of wars, of fights, of battles within the soul. Write of heroism, of wars, of conflicts within the soul. But write of conflict.
I would also love to see lots of prose about the Lost weekender. I know we've had a little, but more would be awesome.
So. It's March. The month of Mars.
As such, and in his honour, I shall declare the March challenge to be 'conflict'. Write of wars, of fights, of battles within the soul. Write of heroism, of wars, of conflicts within the soul. But write of conflict.
I would also love to see lots of prose about the Lost weekender. I know we've had a little, but more would be awesome.
Post-regional NPC snippet
Mar. 6th, 2011 11:10 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Varissa Blue was perplexed.
Varissa was rarely perplexed. Her life was one which was run with ruthless efficiency. She had taken her surroundings a long time ago, and forged it in the flaming crucible of her will and governance until it was shaped anew, as well shaped as steel. She had long ago fought her battles against her own freehold and won control over their weaknesses and chaotic tendencies. She had learnt from the West that all existence was war. She had learnt from Dawn (before the Betrayal) that all wars can be won. And she had always known that if there is a will, there is way.
As such, she wasn't really used to people interrupting her social events, alive or dead. She wasn't used to malfunctioning rituals, gateways to hell, or to paragons of Summer who wore a collection of ears around their neck as a trophy.
She was really quite uncomfortable with a monarch who's only response to this going on was to vanish entirely, possibly to start a new life in another country. The latter, in fact, made Varissa uncomfortable enough that a part of her really wanted to pick up her sword and go and find Isabelle de Vere to explain, in detail, just how uncomfortable she was with that kind of abdication of responsibility.
However, she had met the Archduke Domdaniel, and whilst his school of rulership was not hers, he had been well spoken and nothing he had said had been short of razor sharp and she had met Rex Black and had hopes of being able to tell tales in years to come of the time she had met a philosopher king. And she had some contacts in the Dawn court, which would be brought to answer for the murder which had caught at her heart like nothing had in many years. And that would do. For now.
Varissa was rarely perplexed. Her life was one which was run with ruthless efficiency. She had taken her surroundings a long time ago, and forged it in the flaming crucible of her will and governance until it was shaped anew, as well shaped as steel. She had long ago fought her battles against her own freehold and won control over their weaknesses and chaotic tendencies. She had learnt from the West that all existence was war. She had learnt from Dawn (before the Betrayal) that all wars can be won. And she had always known that if there is a will, there is way.
As such, she wasn't really used to people interrupting her social events, alive or dead. She wasn't used to malfunctioning rituals, gateways to hell, or to paragons of Summer who wore a collection of ears around their neck as a trophy.
She was really quite uncomfortable with a monarch who's only response to this going on was to vanish entirely, possibly to start a new life in another country. The latter, in fact, made Varissa uncomfortable enough that a part of her really wanted to pick up her sword and go and find Isabelle de Vere to explain, in detail, just how uncomfortable she was with that kind of abdication of responsibility.
However, she had met the Archduke Domdaniel, and whilst his school of rulership was not hers, he had been well spoken and nothing he had said had been short of razor sharp and she had met Rex Black and had hopes of being able to tell tales in years to come of the time she had met a philosopher king. And she had some contacts in the Dawn court, which would be brought to answer for the murder which had caught at her heart like nothing had in many years. And that would do. For now.