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'And they went on fighting around the gates until they fled inside, and they slew the prince and the men who were with him, all except one who was the ealdorman's god-son, and they spared his life, and he was wounded many times'
- from the Peterborough Chronicle, in vol. 1 of the Penguin Book of English Prose.
If you can stand it, Orthos, dipping into some works on Theosophy might give you an idea of how to add some contemporary occulty flavour to your setting, even if they are a) a bit hard going and b) a load of old rubbish, in my opinion.
Or maybe magic could be a Royal or Church monopoly, i.e. the Divine Right of Kings is actually a real thing, and you have tension between the up and coming technologists and the old fashioned Legitimist magi (who won't allow their wonderful power source to be used for anything vulgar/anything likely to threaten their own position). You could then also have a thriving black market and additional dangers from Inquisitors (both secular and religious) for unlicenced mages...
Maybe teleportation (or any other magical activity) involves travelling via/tapping into some sort of plane or energy source that can be very dangerous indeed, so the more you use it (both in terms of frequency and magnitude), the greater the chance that Something that you don't particularly want to annoy will notice and take offence, which is why magic is used for relatively little things and 'safer' mundane tech for anything large scale...
captain yesterday wrote:
Incidentally, what did the fart say?
I got 17. I suck.
Apologies in advance to LordSynos particularly for speaking ill of a national artform, but there's a local shop I go in where they're always playing CDs of Irish showband tunes. I'm sure that there are excellent examples of this genre out there, but the stuff he plays is some of the dreariest music ever recorded for posterity, even the super cheery stuff. 'She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain' sounds like a funeral march.
Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote:
A bit late, but interview with Michael Moorcock in The New Statesman (that's some kinda commie rag, ain't it, Limey?)
It's the house mag for the Labour Party soft left, so... not really. The Spectator is the Tory equivalent, and I think there's an American Spectator too, which is even further to the right.
I read Rogue of Gor on Saturday, which only had one Rogue in it. He got his wrist broken and was then thrown into the canal, which left plenty of time for the hero to swan about acting like a swollen plonker alongside the usual four page ruminations about the essential differences between mens and womens.
These books are getting worse, and Norman seems to have given up on the semi-thrilling intergalactic alien war metaplot thing which kind of made me want to keep reading. Still, I shall carry on until the bitter end. For some reason.
Freehold DM wrote:
The Popular Front for the Proliferation of Longears.
Esoteric spouse nickname is more or less right (we're not married, nor are we likely to be) - it's what I choose to call my girlfriend on these forums.
If she reads this, ex-girlfriend might be nearer the mark, but she won't.
This Saturday will forever be known as Beard Disaster Day, when I went to the barber's for a haircut and (foolishly) asked him to tidy up my beard. He took 'tidy up' to mean 'pass clippers over at randown, gouging out great chunks here and there so it looked like cremated hill giant's pubes', which meant I had to attempt to repair it later using PFPL's Ladyshave -
don't try this at home, kids.
- which worked as well as might be expected.
Now it is just a vague, anaemic fuzz. I am slightly traumatised, even if PFPL does think it looks much nicer, but fear not! With the help of Mighty Pogonos, Lord of the Hidden Chin, it shall rise again in all its unkempt glory! Hail Pogonos! Io! Io! Io!
I found out a while ago I'd subscribed to an audio books site and had quite a few credits that I'd forgotten about, so I downloaded a bunch of books that I couldn't find hard copies of (they're still books, alright?!)
'Republic of Thieves' by Scott Lynch
I have also been reading, reading 'The Rites of Man' by Rosalind Miles and writing a play for PFPL about
captive Ancient Greek maidens getting their bottoms smacked
I think it's very good indeed. We shall see how its opening night goes tomorrow.
Ejrik the Norseman wrote:
That'll get you chucked out of the Varangian Guard, matey. No armfuls of treasure for you!
captain yesterday wrote:
Waaiit - aren't you Mumm-Ra the Ever Living at the moment?
Do undead get birthdays?
Regardless, hope you enjoy it!
Just stay away from the 'shrooms, matey ;)
In other news, I need a haircut.
Well, here, Corbyn Fever is still rampaging unabated, if that isn't a horribly mixed metaphor. Still, it's making people who are in the Labour party and think the Right Way feel a bit more enthusiastic about staying in and encouraging other people to join up and vote for him, which is good; it's also funny watching various Blairites and Brownites tie themselves into knots trying to sound leftie, though the height of hilarity is seeing various Big Beasts of the past wade into the battle, threatening us with 1,000 years of Tory Darkness unless we follow the path of sensible reform, i.e. the same old s**t as the Conservatives offer with a rainbow sticker on it. Still, you have to admire their commitment - Tony B. could have pulled approximately £3,000,000 out of his bum in the time it took him to syndicate his op-ed piece about the leadership election. Not that he needs it.
I suppose it depends whether you mean 'British' as in 'Citizen of Great Britain', or 'British' as in 'English', or 'British' as in 'A Briton', i.e. Welsh (everybody forgets about the Welsh, which, understandably, really pisses them off), or 'English' as in 'Anglo-Saxon', i.e. sort of German, or Scots who were originally Irish apart from the ones who were Picts and the ones who were also Welsh, i.e. Britons and oyoyoyaieeigigiaaaghigiveup.
Northumberland - the Northeasternmost (if that's a word) county in England, in case you were wondering, also has Famous Bagpipes.
I do have a lot of grey hairs, and my uncle was completely white by the age of 45 or so. This may be due to my rock-solid Britnitude or it may have something to do with the less thoroughly Anglo-Saxon bits of my background (which could be Greek, Italian or Jewish. Not sure)
J1000 Whedonator wrote:
Do what I do and draw a little goatee on your computer screen with Biro, along with a speech bubble saying 'mwar har har', whenever it hoves into view.
Pillbug Toenibbler wrote:
Don't have hair. Use cake instead.
This week I have read 'The Psychopath Test' by Jon Ronson, which was OK, but read a bit too much like the Book of the Hit TV Programme, and Fighting Slave of Gor by Wonder Norm. This one had a bit of fem-dom in it, then some boxing, then - and surely nobody could have seen this coming - a proud and wilful female ia humbled, enslaved and brought to the very pinnacle of womanly pleasure by a masterful Gorean man!