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) |
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
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- APRIL - Description
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Aslan rumbles softly, an invitation to the pups. He is far great in size than they, but if it is a happy romp they wish to have, he would not have them cease on his account.
He looks at Merida, and there's a smile there, gracing those tawny features. "Good day to you as well."
It isn't so silly to talk to a lion when he talks back, is it? Of course not.
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The young lady, on the other hand, seems to have trouble speaking for a moment, her skirts dropping to her sides. Despite having met and talked to the Black Shuck the year previous on Samhain, she found herself absolutely stunned, tilting her head up to look at him. It's then that a tingling feeling comes to her when she remembers that talk. There's a kind of warmth coming from him that is quite...different from the warmth the Shuck had radiated. Well, warm for the dog of death anyway. The Shuck had treated her kindly because she had treated him with the reverence Death deserved.
Some part of her was starting to think she should treat this lion the same way.
"Forgive my starin', I hadn't been quite expectin' you to talk, m'lord. It's not every day one comes across a talkin' animal, even in th' land of th' fae."
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The ice continues to melt off the nearby trees -- warmed by his presence alone, it seems -- but he appears to pay it no mind.
"It is well, dear heart. Those who speak with the tongues of Men as I do are rare in many places."
Many worlds, many times. As many as there are stars in the sky, and yet so very few with beasts like himself.
"It is a gift not often bestowed."
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"It would have been helpful a couple of years ago, I can assure you."
Although learning to understand her mother when she couldn't understand her had, perhaps, been part of the curse, there had been times when she would have preferred it, even if she would have just heard the same complaints over and over again.
"I have not seen you around before. Did you arrive recently with th' last lot?"
He hadn't been among the Unseelie at the feast, she would have known that, would have spotted him from a mile away. So he was Seelie then, or at least that was her guess.
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He tilts his head slightly at the question.
"I arrived at the end of February, yes."
He met a number of Seelie shardbearers at the feast, though he does not recall seeing her.
"A great deal has happened in a short amount of time."
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There's something about him that reminds her of the nights spent by the fireplace as a child, playing with her few toys while her mother sewed the tapestry she would eventually destroy. It's a sharp memory, full of warmth and tenderness that makes her chest ache and also some kind of bitterness because of her actions years later. Why that memory in particular was the one that came to her, she didn't know, but she was sure...
Merida kneeled, unsure if she could keep herself up on unsteady legs, cloak and skirts fanning out around her.
"Even I was unprepared."
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"War waits for no one. There is always more damage than one might expect or predict."
To people, to their lives, and homes. War has been a fact of life in Narnia, and it has take blood, sweat, and tears to liberate her people and keep them free. It grieves him, but at the same time, such things must be allowed to take their course.
She kneels before him, and Aslan sits, still radiating that warm, calming presence.
"It would appear we are both safe and whole."
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"Aye. Well at th' very least this weather hasn't frozen us over yet."
Because she at least made sure to keep her dresses and cloak heated with a reapplication of the heating rune every so often. She raised her head, watching him sit with a bit of wonder on her face before she realizes something.
"Ah, forgive me, m'lord. My name is Merida."
No "of DunBroch", no "daughter of". Just Merida.
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"No, it has not. Nor do I think it shall," he states, a twinkle in his eyes.
The Roc would try, perhaps, but he doubts the harshness of this winter will last as long as the one that once plagued Narnia.
He tips his head slightly in greeting.
"We are well met, Merida. My name is Aslan."
I should be shot for how late this is
She's never heard anything like it, though Angus's own whinnying laughter comes to mind. She feels like giggling a bit at it, though not at his expense or anything, just friendly, and she does let out her own laugh before covering her mouth politely. The twinkle in his eyes makes her think that there's something more to him than it appears, like Saber and the other Servants. Merida's hand lowers from her mouth, smile knowing.
"Aslan...your name or a name?"
Curiosity killed the cat after all, and Merida was ever so curious.
this is much later...
Fortified and made stronger. The world has enough defenders in it that ice will not overtake them. Or at least, this is what he believes.
Tilting his head slightly at her question (a perceptive one, no doubt), he seems to consider it a moment before giving his answer.
"I have had many names in my time."
Titles and names, both, he does not lack for either.
"It is the name I answer to most often."