Since Mordred is a telepath, among other things, please put information permissions here.

Mordred's world plays with the fourth wall so much already, they even have a name for 'author of your story'. Two of them, actually. So go right ahead!

And no killing or seriously injuring my Mordred, thankee sai.

What is this for again? Oh, yes. Right.
You've gotten to the voicemail of Mordred Deschain. Like to palaver, but I'm out. Most likely hunting. See you.

Come-come-commala
Soon we all will crawl-a
Some folken would end all things
If you paid them a dolla'!

Come-come-commala
If you paid them a dolla'?
Some folk would destroy the Tower
Just to see it fall-a!

Come-come-commele
Our wounds will never heal
In pale wastes past Empathica
It's more than cold you feel

Come-come-commele
More than cold you feel
And pity ( Read more... )

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve 
                                                              (Guardians)

misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked 
                                                                              (Beams)
highways ( Read more... )

*Mordred is lying in a hammock--hopefully a hammock anyway, although it looks rather disturbingly like a giant cobweb--hanging from the roof of his new cave in Nightmare. When he sees that the comm is posting him he grins and waves a hand.*

Hile, sais! Step into my parlor a moment, will ye not?