*shivers* Gah! I missed I&E so much, I had almost forgotten how creepy the whole thing was at this point!
As to beta-ing, I found these: this priestess that Fistandantilus sought to make his cat's paw, the pure cleric he needed to open the portal. Raistlin didn’t know her name, Fistandantilus didn't care about it
"What fruit is this?" The cleric's voice shattered in on his thoughts. "I've never seen anything like this before?" Oh please, Nuitari, have mercy. "It is fruit from the isle of Mithras." And it arrived this morning. Probably to impress you. It succeeded. "Mithras? But that's the other side of the world! Minotaurs live there." Well done, we know our geography. "Who brings it?" Not me. I'm not allowed out. "Try it." I hope you choke on it. "It is quite delicious." "Does your master often eat so? He seems so dreadfully frail." My master doesn't eat. My master doesn't live. You are lusting after a corpse, my lady.
*snort* Dalamar, I love you. That conversation would be even more funny if it weren't so utterly horrifying...
Brilliantly done, as always, especially the atmosphere of "oh shit, nononono" and how you put bits of the book in in a way that makes sense. (More sense even.) I'm also growing increasingly fond of dead!Rannoch.
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Date: 2009-04-26 03:17 pm (UTC)As to beta-ing, I found these:
this priestess that Fistandantilus sought to make his cat's paw, the pure cleric he needed to open the portal. Raistlin didn’t know her name, Fistandantilus didn't care about it
"What fruit is this?" The cleric's voice shattered in on his thoughts. "I've never seen anything like this before?"
Oh please, Nuitari, have mercy. "It is fruit from the isle of Mithras." And it arrived this morning. Probably to impress you.
It succeeded. "Mithras? But that's the other side of the world! Minotaurs live there." Well done, we know our geography. "Who brings it?"
Not me. I'm not allowed out. "Try it." I hope you choke on it. "It is quite delicious."
"Does your master often eat so? He seems so dreadfully frail."
My master doesn't eat. My master doesn't live. You are lusting after a corpse, my lady.
*snort* Dalamar, I love you. That conversation would be even more funny if it weren't so utterly horrifying...
Brilliantly done, as always, especially the atmosphere of "oh shit, nononono" and how you put bits of the book in in a way that makes sense. (More sense even.)
I'm also growing increasingly fond of dead!Rannoch.