ASLAN
COURT Seelie
CURRENT RANK ✮ ✮ ✮
TITLE The Anointed (✮ ✮), The Word of Life (✮ ✮ ✮)
OCCUPATION World Maker
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL The ability to teleport anywhere within the lands of Glaschu.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 A lion needs no bedchamber.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Still not tame.
MAJOR EVENTS
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PLANS
Making contacts and learning more about the drabwurld itself. Aslan will also be making his way around the world map during the summer months and working to reverse the damage left in the Jabberwock's wake.
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
During his first year in the drabwurld, Aslan will have traveled across a good portion of the world map, met and interacted with a number of people, and successfully tackled the rot problem left behind in the wake of the Jabberwhelp. He will spend all of June, July, and August trying to revitalize the land, especially the areas around Caer Glaem, the Cothromach, and the Station. He will be sending out a call sometime towards the end of May to ask people to join him in this endeavor. (Map of the Jabberwhelp's path.)
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
| SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- MARCH - Chatting it up with Waver Velvet! Discussions about Gilgamesh (that hooligan) and Jabberwhelp rot is very likely. Aslan will also meet Saber (Alter) and Rin Tohsaka for the first time later in the month!
- APRIL - A meeting with Aragorn early in the month! Also sayin hi to Diarmuid at the new training grounds at Caer Glaem!
- MAY - Towards the end of the month, Aslan sends out a call for those interested in healing the rot of the Jabberwhelp.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - Aslan's journey around the world map begins. Attempts to heal the land of the Jabberwhelp's rot begin in earnest, starting in Caer Glaem.
- JULY - Anti-shardbearer sentiments are acknowledged and ignored. Healing process continues.
- AUGUST - Aslan arrives at the Station in early August. Still working on the rot-affected areas, possible run-in with forest golems on the rampage! Towards the end of the month, he will toe the border of Dorchadas and cross over into Unseelie lands.
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER - Healing effort continues. A close call with patrols leads to a handy rescue by Wan, and Aslan's journey around the drabwurld ends. By the middle of September he will be back in Glaschu. Possibly attending the wreath festival in Treun.
- OCTOBER 25-30 - Aslan attends Samhain. Possibly in human form.
- NOVEMBER -
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER - Description
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH - Description
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"You must get this all the time..."
There was a time when Saber had been the subject of such admiration. And then that admiration had turned into contempt. Well... she had deserved it. She'd been unable to save her kingdom.
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Aslan shakes his head. There's no need for her to be ashamed.
"I do not. There are very few who have greeted me as you have."
The creatures of Narnia all love and frolic around him, but humans are bit different.
"I am glad of it, as I am to meet you."
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"I find that hard to believe. You are beautiful."
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"There are those who do not see beauty in the world or wonder at its majesty. In times past, I have been called a demon - or as some would have it, the 'foul fiend of Narnia'."
There was no love lost between Narnians and Calormene, and on the First Day of Narnia's existence, Jadis would have just as soon seen the world smashed to pieces than allow a power to exist over her own. It is not strange, and it is not uncommon. Free Will had wrought as much beauty as it has tragedy.
Quietly, he nudges her again with a great paw.
"Your heart was made glad upon seeing me, and so mine also rejoiced. That is nothing to apologize for."
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She had been a great and glorious king, one who judged fairly and justly, never making a mistake, that lead her people from the dark past of being war-torn and lost to a glorious golden age. And yet... she had been too perfect. The whispers had started, generating from her own trusted knights, that the king did not understand human emotion. And therefore, she had been seen as unfit to rule, her own son raising up against her in rebellion, usurping the throne, and eventually perishing under Saber's blade before dealing the king a fatal blow that would some day take her life.
She had been wrong to rule as she did, but it wasn't until the veil of chivalry, righteousness, just and self-sacrifice was ripped from her eyes that she saw that her downfall had been her own fault. She was the one that destroyed Britain. She was the one whose hands would never be clean. She was the one that would forever carry the lives lost because of her upon her shoulders. She would carry that burden as penance until the day she could save her kingdom. One of the greatest earthen legends... and she would give it all up, erase herself from history, just to save the kingdom she failed. After all, it was only the proper punishment she deserved...
The nudge pulled Saber from her despairing thoughts. "Narnia? Is that where you are from?"
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To her question, Aslan nods once, and something in his visage seems to brighten. The world from which he came, the world he crafted from emptiness of Nothing -- it is most certainly his most beloved treasure.
"It is. The land of Narnia, crowned by the castle of Cair Paravel on the Great Eastern Sea."
And his own country, far to the east where the skies and waters meet.
"And yourself, Arturia? Where are you from?"
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"I am from a world called Earth, and my land, my kingdom, is Britain - sometimes called Albion. An island kingdom with her seat of power, and her king of legend, in the city and castle of Camelot." She gave a wistful sigh. "I have only seen it once, but Caer Glaem reminds me of Camelot."
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He has returned in times of great need to restore balance, but it has always been his belief that the problems created by people must in turn be solved by them.
Aslan sees her sadness, the loss, but his smile doesn't lose its warmth. Not because he doesn't feel or understand it - no. Rather he knows the place she speaks of, and there is a fond place for it in heart even though he has never been there.
"I am familiar with the Earth you speak of, as well as the land called Britain. Many great kings and queens of Narnia came forth from that island."
A surprising statement, perhaps, but absolutely true. Aslan hums softly.
"As it reminds me of Cair Paravel in the time of the Golden Age."
He tilts his head slightly and considers her openly.
"No earthly kingdom is meant to last forever."
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"And how many of your kings and queens of Narnia tried to emulate Britain's greatest king, the one of legend... of Arthur?"
Saber sighed. Her legend had given hope to so many, yet also plied them with foolish ideals for her legend - even though it did bring to light the more tragic aspects of her life - never told the true tale of the lonely, miserable king that denied her own feelings for the sake of her people, that broke herself for those that would only come to hate her.
She shook her head. "It deserved a better end. Ten years was not long enough. The people deserved better. They did not need to be saved from being ravished by warlords only to fall prey to the same fate once the people lost faith in their king and her end came. She knew it would end that way and yet foolishly accepted it because she saw her people smiling."
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He smiles, but it is solemn, for this is a subject he takes quite seriously.
"To be fair and just. To protect from those who might do harm. To be the first in battle and the last to retreat. To treat all creatures with an even hand and build a future alongside of them. Such was the commission given at the Beginning of Time."
Saber shakes her head, and this time, Aslan nuzzles her briefly with the great, warm muzzle. There is sadness there in his golden eyes; he feels it as she does and understands it. Kingship can be a lonesome and difficult path. Still, it should not lead to so much despair.
"Dear heart. Any Golden Age of Men will never last long enough. Endings always bring new beginnings. Time does not roll back, and the past does not return to us. The Age of Camelot may be gone others have drawn inspiration from those times. Such ideals have spanned the breadths of worlds, in many places and times. Though many things may cease, some things are truly everlasting."
Faith, hope, and love. He looks at her, and does not turn away.
"Grief is great, Arturia, but you are a great deal harder on yourself than any rightly deserve."
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King Arthur does not understand human feelings.
Those words were uttered by a knight close to her once, a mirror of that which her people felt. But a king wasn't human. One could not protect the people with human emotions. The king protected the country... but the country destroyed the king. And it had been her fault.
Her head came down a bit, her eyes closed as she brought one hand up to rest on Aslan's head. Again, she wondered why she no longer possessed the capacity to cry. Had she shed all the tears she'd possessed when that veil of foolish ideals had been ripped from her eyes by Sakura? Or was it something else that prevented her from expressing her grief, her despair, in such a human way?
"You are wrong," she said quietly. "I deserve every bit of it. I was the one that ruined my country. I was the one that lost the faith of my people. I was the one that did not understand their hatred of me. I am the one that killed so many of my countrymen, responsible for all those deaths whether they were claimed by my sword or that of my soldiers or the strain of an army's drain upon a village." And then something in her voice broke a little. "I killed my own son."
She swallowed and opened her eyes. "I gave Britain everything that I was or could be... and it was not enough. I was not enough. They deserve a better king than I. They will always deserve a better king than I."
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Aslan rumbles quietly - a low sound, barely audible over the wind and sea gently lapping at sandy shores. Saber may not cry, but it does not make her sadness or grief any less legitimate. He feels it too, and as she heaps condemnation after condemnation upon herself, there isn't much he can do besides let her feel the warmth of his presence.
Finally, after a long moment, he gives her a soft kiss -- a lion's kiss, whiskers and all. There is little he can say to convince her otherwise, but perhaps, his actions may speak loud enough that she might hear.
She is not deserving of hatred, whatever she might think.
"Walk with me for a while, Arturia. I would be glad of the company."
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How could he even bear to give her such affection? Knowing that she - the one all those kings and queens of Narnia emulated - was nowhere close to the grand legend left in the wake of her end... Not only that, but corruption clung to her, taint that turned her even more from that shining legend. It was a part of her now and would never go away, for it let her see reality as it was, not through the visor of that silver knight, of that golden king she'd been when she gave her life and emotions away in exchange for an ideal that only brought about her own suffering.
If the woman she loved couldn't accept the hatred and rage inside of her, how could this grand lion?
Nodding in response to the invitation, she fell into step with the lion. "I should not have said all of that, Aslan. I go by another name here, one well-known, and would prefer you to not repeat that which I have foolishly divulged."
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Paws padding softly on the sand beside her, Aslan listens and seems...very much at home, very relaxed as they walk together. Truly, he is very much fond of the sea -- it is, after all, the sea over which he has traveled so many times to reach Narnia's shores.
He tilts his head and nods once with a faint smile -- more somber than the last, but truly, he does understand.
"I tell no one any story but his own, Arturia. I do not share secrets that are not mine to tell, and if there is a title you would prefer I use, I will abide by your request." However- "If I may, I would still know you as Arturia."
Not Arthur. Not Saber. Not the Winter King.
Arturia.
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She hid it fiercely because to give her name was to give her history, her legend, her strengths and weaknesses. It was ingrained into Servants to guard their true identity. And Saber continued to do so in the Drabwurld because so many knew the Legend of King Arthur. And so, it was an oddity to ever hear her name spoke aloud.
"My lady uses it when there is privacy. You may do the same, Aslan. But before others... please call me Saber."
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Aslan smiles again, albeit gently. There is great power in a name, especially one's True Name. It is a concept he understands well, and so he does not begrudge her that.
The air seems to grow a touch warmer as they walk. Truly, the winter must be nearly over.
After a moment, he poses a soft question-
"These lands, Arturia. What do you make of them?"
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The words that came out of Saber's mouth made her steps pause in surprise for a few seconds. Her brow furrowed in thought and then she nodded.
"Yes... Like me. Caught in a state nothing should ever be in. An anomaly."
Saber was neither alive nor has she actually died yet. She was stuck in the limbo between life and death - a state that no other Heroic Spirit had. They all had died and gone to the Throne of Heroes. Saber had made her pact with Alaya as she lay dying but not yet dead. She never had set foot on the Throne of Heroes and existed outside of the Servant Cycle.
It was why she recalled the Fourth Holy Grail War after she'd been summoned to the Fifth. It was the reason why she did not possess the spirit form the other Servants did.
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He knows death and knows what it is to die. He also knows what it is to live again, renewed and whole.
Aslan considers her answer and does not find it amiss.
"The In-Between Places of the World allow for many things that are not possible elsewhere. I have not been here very long to say too much about this one."
But.
"You are yourself, Arturia. I am glad to have met you here, regardless of circumstance."
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Freedom from her past, freedom from her duty, freedom from anything... if she would just take it. But Saber's shackles could not be removed by this world... because she had placed them upon herself. Only she could take them off, and Saber didn't know how to do that.
She was also afraid of what she would become if she freed herself from chivalry and honor and all those things that did nothing but bring her suffering, despair and betrayal. If the Holy Grail did it, Saber would be free and also cease to exist. She need not worry about the monster inside of her, the taint and corruption that whispered atrocious things to her on a constant basis. But here, if she threw those chains off... what would she become?
"Sometimes I wonder if I am myself. I feel like I am, but I know I look at things much differently that I once did. It is enough that others that knew how I used to be think I am broken." False. "That there is something wrong with me because of how I have changed."
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For someone like Saber, however, he can see how a fresh start, a life free from prior obligations, could be a relief in many ways.
She goes on, and Aslan rumbles softly in response. Saber is a curious case.
"Events in our lives may change us. We are who we are, but that does not mean we are incapable of change."
He tilts his head slightly.
"In what ways are you different?"