I'm pretty sure you need to remove my response to the spam comment as well from Friday's post, as Blogger hasn't left a "this comment was removed" message behind for casual readers to understand it :) Luckily it's not one of my better efforts!
Points of entry "We were discussing that, milord," said Samual. "Um, would you mind taking the cloak off?" Lord Derby permitted himself a moment of surprise, as, for him, there was no cloak to be seen or felt, but he lowered his hand. Samual visibly relaxed. "This Temple is fortified, and is well-located to be hard to attack. We think that perhaps the attackers came from within." Lord Derby actually took a step backwards, and leant a little more heavily on the javelin while he caught his balance. "The Temple might reach a long way underground," said Tomasz. "It would be very clever: build a tunnel and have a fortification at the other end that the locals think is their own. Or even tunnel into their fortification and then turn it against them. Very strategic." "I think there is magic in the Temple," said Lord Derby. "Well yes, of course." Tomasz's tone was not quite insolent. "I know you know that. But... I think the tunnel that you're thinking off isn't physical. Look around you; this land is old and worn out. I think Carcosa is dying. So the tunnel is magical, it's a point of entry for things from... somewhere else." "We've not seen much of Carcosa, milord." Samual was looking at his feet as he spoke, and his voice was only just loud enough to be heard. "True, but everything I read about it... it seems like everyone has seen the same Carcosa. So, that must mean that everyone who comes to Carcosa comes here. How large can it be?" "I don't follow," said Tomasz. He puffed his chest out and rested his hands on his hips. "It would be like every magical visitor to our world arriving in Warsaw," said Lord Derby. "None ever arrived in France, or Dublin, or Cape Town." "Maybe the only gates are in Warsaw." "Even then, the people there would tell you of other places. There would be books, maps,...." "We've not met any people here." "Or we have and we've killed them." Samual's voice was quiet enough now to be difficult to hear. "What?" Tomasz dropped his hands from his hips and turned. "Demons," said Lord Derby, pulling Tomasz's gaze back to himself. "I was told they were mathematical constructions, abstractions made real, but here they are like animals. Maybe they're the people of Carcosa and we're not even attempting to talk to them. But still, I think Carcosa is small, maybe not even as large as London." "Then who would need a horde to invade it?" Tomasz sounded angry; his words were clipped now, and his accent was stronger. "Now there is a question that might give me sleepless nights," said Lord Derby
Also: now *this* was a prompt for a sexy spammer to show up on...
Ah, there's my Derby hit. Was needing another one of those. Fascinating dialogue, as usual. Feel like I'm eavesdropping on a proper, real life conversation.
The strangest one I've ever heard, mind you, but you get the idea :)
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I'm pretty sure you need to remove my response to the spam comment as well from Friday's post, as Blogger hasn't left a "this comment was removed" message behind for casual readers to understand it :) Luckily it's not one of my better efforts!
Points of entry
"We were discussing that, milord," said Samual. "Um, would you mind taking the cloak off?" Lord Derby permitted himself a moment of surprise, as, for him, there was no cloak to be seen or felt, but he lowered his hand. Samual visibly relaxed. "This Temple is fortified, and is well-located to be hard to attack. We think that perhaps the attackers came from within."
Lord Derby actually took a step backwards, and leant a little more heavily on the javelin while he caught his balance.
"The Temple might reach a long way underground," said Tomasz. "It would be very clever: build a tunnel and have a fortification at the other end that the locals think is their own. Or even tunnel into their fortification and then turn it against them. Very strategic."
"I think there is magic in the Temple," said Lord Derby.
"Well yes, of course." Tomasz's tone was not quite insolent.
"I know you know that. But... I think the tunnel that you're thinking off isn't physical. Look around you; this land is old and worn out. I think Carcosa is dying. So the tunnel is magical, it's a point of entry for things from... somewhere else."
"We've not seen much of Carcosa, milord." Samual was looking at his feet as he spoke, and his voice was only just loud enough to be heard.
"True, but everything I read about it... it seems like everyone has seen the same Carcosa. So, that must mean that everyone who comes to Carcosa comes here. How large can it be?"
"I don't follow," said Tomasz. He puffed his chest out and rested his hands on his hips.
"It would be like every magical visitor to our world arriving in Warsaw," said Lord Derby. "None ever arrived in France, or Dublin, or Cape Town."
"Maybe the only gates are in Warsaw."
"Even then, the people there would tell you of other places. There would be books, maps,...."
"We've not met any people here."
"Or we have and we've killed them." Samual's voice was quiet enough now to be difficult to hear.
"What?" Tomasz dropped his hands from his hips and turned.
"Demons," said Lord Derby, pulling Tomasz's gaze back to himself. "I was told they were mathematical constructions, abstractions made real, but here they are like animals. Maybe they're the people of Carcosa and we're not even attempting to talk to them. But still, I think Carcosa is small, maybe not even as large as London."
"Then who would need a horde to invade it?" Tomasz sounded angry; his words were clipped now, and his accent was stronger.
"Now there is a question that might give me sleepless nights," said Lord Derby
Greg - nope, it's a keeper :)
Also: now *this* was a prompt for a sexy spammer to show up on...
Ah, there's my Derby hit. Was needing another one of those. Fascinating dialogue, as usual. Feel like I'm eavesdropping on a proper, real life conversation.
The strangest one I've ever heard, mind you, but you get the idea :)
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