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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

HIGHLIGHT
Description [ ✖ ]

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.

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.

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 -

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

DECEMBER - Description
JANUARY - Description
FEBRUARY - Description

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

MARCH - Description
APRIL - Description

( codes by whambam )

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[It was an oddity seeing a lion sleep so peacefully out in the city, but it was even more eccentric that it was a god. Lancer could feel it in his bones--the reach of the thing's will and with that, he decided not to bother him in the midst of his nap. He continued to work, keeping the racket to a minimum.

It wasn't out of reverence or concern for himself. Lancer operated the same way a junior would keep out of the business of a senior, just for the sake of letting them rest.

At the end of the day, when everyone had headed home and he was left to his own devices, he took a few drinks from the local tavern and approached Aslan with them. He wasn't of the opinion that gods needed particular shapes--they just lounged in ones they found attractive. So, approaching him with a raw steak might not have appealed to him.

Ale, though--that was a universally preferred offering, he thought. So, he sat and waited for Aslan to wake up or to at least stop acting as if he were asleep. As a creature who no longer needed to do such a thing, himself, he wouldn't have been surprised if it were just him enjoying the quiet.]

[ Even gods take naps sometimes -- especially ones that take the form of creatures who like to lounge.

In truth, Aslan barely sleeps -- he dozes, perhaps, but he is aware enough of his surroundings and those who pass him by. Some stare, but few seem willing to approach.

Either way, he has his fun in the sun. When Lancer returns, he only has a few minutes to wait before Aslan rolls over and...straightens somewhat. Not sitting, still stretched out on the ground, but apparently "awake".

A brief yawn happens, and then he's staring quite pointedly at Lancer...or perhaps more accurately, those drinks. Maybe, possibly, the sight of them tickles his sense of humor. Bacchus and Silenus, he is not, but it is a gesture well-meant. ]

Good evening.

[Admittedly, he was only a touch disappointed as Aslan looked to the drink and didn't exactly seem inclined to lean in for a drink. He would pointedly gesture to it eventually, but perhaps it was just an issue of trust.

Sure it was.]

Evenin'. Noticed you were conked out for quite a bit there, bro'.

[ No need to be disappointed, Lancer. He'll make it up to you soon enough.

Trust is rarely an issue with Aslan; he simply has a way of choosing his own timing.

The lion rumbles softly -- a sound that, coming from a lesser feline, might have been very like a purr. ]

I have traveled far over the last several months.

[ Certainly more than he usually does on foot. The challenges of getting from point A to point B were never such an issue in Narnia. Even so, it is good to exercise sometimes. ]

The sunshine is refreshing this time of year.

[ He tilts his head slightly. ]

And yourself? You have been working rather hard, have you not?

Hm. [It wasn't a surprise. Cats loved basking in the sunlight--whether they were tamed or mountain lions or lions, he supposed. He reached into the open air, his finger dragging magic along the tip of it. Carving a rune of flame in the air, since it was evening and the sun was near to setting, Lancer let his magic generate a radiating heat for Aslan.]

Guess you could say I'm not, really. For me, this kind of thing isn't at all difficult. So, I can't feel the same pride a carpenter or a farmer would feel at the end of a long day.

[It wasn't what he took pride in.]

It feels more accurate to say I've just been helpin' a bit.

[ Lancer, you're gonna spoil him. First ale, then magical fire! The light catching on his fur makes it seem golden, and he seems to appreciate it as he does scoot a little closer (gracefully, of course).

He smiles. ]

It is a worthy cause. Protecting one's lands and people does not always involve the use of a sword or spear.

[ Sometimes, it's the little things that are most important.

A brief pauses follows, and Aslan blows quietly on the rune, making it all the brighter for the breadth of a few seconds. Sheer light before it turns back to flame. Then, tilting his head, he considers Lancer quietly. ]

I believe you know me.

[ Or at the very least, what he is. A being of light and beginnings. ]

[There was an idle smile creeping on Lancer's face during the course of that conversation. As a young man, he never met his father or anyone else at all like him. There were gods in his world, but no other demigods in his time. Most men and women in his society who fought alongside him could have been said to have been 'like' gods, but rarely were. So many more people in his world were full of power than the Drabwurld.]

Somewhat. Unfortunately, I was supposed to have met someone like you, before.

[On the verge of death, he remembered a beautiful man who briefly took the shape of a raven, saving him and whispering for him to sleep soundly while he took care of the battle. At that time, he was certain he met his father, the real god of light.

It was the only time they met, leaving a sore spot in his heart that he never addressed even once. Lancer was simply the type of man to busy those things as deep as they went.

Aslan's light seemed somewhat different than Lugh's, but that must have been because of the darkness in his heart from the wars he took part in. Lancer didn't feel as if Aslan was the type of creature to feel guilt like a man would.]

But, I'm not too sure. He was definitely as radiant as you are.

[ Those with great power are rare enough in Aslan's world. The trees and rivers, though inhabited by spirits, do not weird the power a being such as himself does. There are the Jinn, of course, the kin of the White Witch and other methods of foul sorcery, but they are not human and never have been.

Aslan listens to Lancer's words and, in answer, smiles faintly. ]

Those of us who live outside of time often occupy similar roles in the life and balance of our worlds.

[ More direct parallels are few and far between, but he knows of at least one.

Lancer is right, however, in assuming he is not the sort of creature to feel guilt like a man. He has never been one, and for all that his appearance can change, he will always be something more. ]

I cannot say we are the same, but we would know one another if we met.

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