Behold The Rooms Of Ruin

On Mordreds

2018-12-04T13:05:49Z

The Mordred of Arthurian legend was abandoned, embittered and killed by his own father. Sai King chose this one's name well, say true.

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OOC: To whoever played no_prisoner on LJ

2018-11-20T21:44:19Z

I'd just like you to know that I ran across your last couple of posts while I was clearing out my friends list and they gave me a bit of that last torment of Pandora's--hope.

All will be well and all will be well and all manner of thing will be well. Just as long as the well's not in the Neath :D

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Attempting Fun

2018-04-18T23:23:11Z

*Mordred is not used to crowds, rides, candy and did I mention crowds? So at the moment he is all but clinging to his friend, staring wildly about and jumping at loud noises.* This is supposed to be fun, is it? *Mordred is apparently not used to fun either.*

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mordredeschain @ 2018-02-07T06:12:00

2018-02-07T16:18:25Z

*Mordred was getting used to having his own home. He was even used to the rather odd people who lived nearby, the Door to nowhere that he could open to anywhere if he tried and the rather odd geography of the area.

*Other people, however, would probably not enjoy walking in on him. If only because of the spiderwebs, the fact that his home was a cave in a rock spire and the unlikely canyon right outside.*

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A-Hunting

2018-01-26T17:17:10Z

*It's a nice day for a hunting trip. Mordred is still in human form, but his mind is reaching out to look for prey like the creepiest of spiders. Somewhere not far off there are deer, birds, other hunters . . .*

(So, what shall we catch today? There are humans near, I'm sure at least one of them deserves to die.)

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mordredeschain @ 2017-12-04T05:48:00

2017-12-04T15:49:45Z

Children are strange. So are spiders. And remember: sometimes children are also spiders.

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mordredeschain @ 2017-09-19T13:51:00

2017-09-19T23:56:52Z

I've found that all my attempts to explain things just make them worse, so I hereby apologize to anyone I've annoyed. I'm remarkably good at realizing I've said something stupid a moment too late to be of any use and worrying why people don't respond in such a way that they run off screaming, so fuck it. Generic apology it is.

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mordredeschain @ 2015-07-28T12:36:00

2015-07-28T22:49:45Z

Mordred hates thinnies, really he does. Thinnies, old oak doors, todash and all other methods of unorthodox travel.

This probably has something to do with the fact that he is currently sprawled on a lawn in completely the wrong universe, with no way to get back.

After a second or two he gets up and wanders to the door of the house. There's bound to be food in there somewhere, he can feel at least one mind. "Let me in, sai, if ya would. Mordred's a-hungry and a-lost!"

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