Emo bards make everything better, and Tuesdays are Emo Bard Day. At least, in this country ( Read more... )

It would be difficult to find a more confused, attractive, or woefully overdressed young man than Mr Tom Jones in his current state. Not a moment ago he had been attending Lady Bellaston in her fine house, but, upon being shown out by her African page, the view which greeted him was certainly not a city street at twilight. Oh no, he had been quite ( Read more... )

Some entrances to the mansion are dramatic, demanding fanfare and attention as if to broadcast to all and sundry 'here comes a Great Man.' This is not one of them. Instead there is merely a rather simple looking young man poking through the surrounding vegetation in a purposeful manner. He is dressed in a travel-stained monk's habit and is ( Read more... )

Karla gets bored rather easily, these days, and restive Karlas are dangerous Karlas. Sort of.

Since nobody eats food left out anymore, that makes things a little more challenging. That's all right! Challenging is good! Karla likes a good challenge. Hence, this morning denizens of the Mansion might find themselves victim of a particular kind of fun ( Read more... )

In the common room, Aredhel is sitting and sowing something, quietly.  She has been working on getting baby things ready - she is only halfway through her 12-months pregnancy, but her belly is heavily visible, round and protruding through her dress like a well-done little bun.

She smiles to herself, sings, softly.  There is something in her heart ( Read more... )

"--The door!"

Elia is screaming. She can hear them, they're nearly here, and she's never been so afraid for anything in her life as she is now. Clegane will hurt her, she knows, but she does not even want to think of what may happen to her children. He is a mountain, yes, but moreso, he is a monster ( Read more... )

He must have fallen asleep, somewhere along the travel back to Istanbul.  His hand was wrapped around his fiancée's, hidden under his jacket.  It wasn't much, but it was enough, and he was hoping soon, soon they would be able to go home, to Boston. Before that, they would see Turgut again, and that would be the end of their sinister adventures.  He ( Read more... )

There is a young man standing just outside the Mansion-- a knight, if you will. His armor is green, ornate without being counter productive in battle, a bit tarnished; obviously, he's recently left a battle.

He looks confused.

He could have sworn boiling oil was about to be poured on him.

Really. These things should be a bit more... permanent. ( Read more... )

There is a heap of red-armored (though only lightly) man on the grass outside the Mansion, swearing a blue streak and slowly dragging himself back to his feet. He may have misjudged, just a little, and gods his face hurts. Rubbing a hand over his face, relieved to find it all in one piece, he rises into a crouch and stares at the house with ill- ( Read more... )

The truth is, Davos is scared.

He is a simple man in many ways but he likes to think he is a sensible one and there are somethings that no simple man should ever meddle with. He has rose too high, that is the truth. Rose too high and made enemies out of those who resent it.

This is their work, he thinks, it has to be. Her work or that of her god. ( Read more... )