Application: Elric of Melnibone (the Elric Saga)

[blood_and_souls]

A strangely-dressed albino pushed his long, milk-white hair back from his face, staring about the room with wide, cat-like eyes of deep crimson. His eldritch features marked him as one of the line of ancient Melnibone, which he was soon to learn would mean very little here. The muscles in his lithe body tensed in expectation as he surveyed the room

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[callmewednesday]

((*had a mad gigglefit at 'Our ancestors of R'lin K'ren A'a walked with demons themselves, and, you call us "you guys" and consult me for our knowledge of paperwork?' Well done, sir.))

Mr. Wednesday cracked a sour smile. "Howl for Arioch as much as you like. This isn't quite a godsforsaken place entirely, but I suspect the closest thing to a Lord of Chaos you'll get around here is the Sorting Hat."

[blood_and_souls]

Finally, someone who sounded like they might know what they were talking about, who appeared relatively respectable. "I keep hearing of this Hat, sir- is this Hat a tyrant ruler which needs to be destroyed?" He was starting to get somewhat confused- no one seemed to have an issue with being here, or with anything at all for that matter. "I have already noticed that my Patron is either not inclined to listen at the moment, or, does not have access to this plane. Are you from this world?"

[callmewednesday]

"Yes and no. I'm more a native of this place, if not this plane, than a personage such as yourself could be. You can call me Mister Wednesday." The old god eyed Stormbringer with a sort of wary and distasteful respect -- for the blade, not for its wielder. "As for the Hat, it could be termed a tyrant, but the most harmless and amusing variety if so, and that's a moot point in any case, since I suspect it may very well be indestructable."

[blood_and_souls]

Elric listened curiously to Wednesday, nodding thoughtfully at his explanation. "Perhaps the Hat is an artifact of some sort- it would not be the first apparently indestructible and sentient item that I have met. But I am pleased to hear it is of a harmless and amusing sort, if so. Others are of a very different nature." He glanced at the black blade slung to his hip with a frown. He'd not missed that Wednesday had noticed it and reacted in a way that suggested he recognized its nature. "It seems that you may be aware of those as well."

"I am Elric of Melnibone." He bowed politely towards Wednesday. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Mister Wednesday. It appears that you are somewhat more familiar with certain concepts that are familiar to me than others here. Perhaps you might have some theories on the nature of this place? Do you know if it is under the rule of Law or Chaos? Some indications seem to suggest Chaos, but, others suggest that it is neither one."

[callmewednesday]

"In high Hat's house, let the wise man watch his head," intoned Mr. Wednesday, with a glint in his good eye.

(Wednesday was occasionally inclined to dispense gnomic wisdom.)

"The nature of this place is highly mutable, I'll grant. I wouldn't call it Chaos-ruled. Think of carnival; not a refutation of order, but a darkly playful inversion of order. It's not Chaos; it's Misrule." He chuckled. "I'm speaking very loosely, mind you."

[blood_and_souls]

Elric looked around thoughtfully as he mused, "I've seen both Chaos and Misrule- but it seems that this place manifests a much more positive aspect of Misrule, if so." He thought back to the beggar city of Nadsokor, a strange parody of a proper kingdom. Considering this, he was inclined to explore Wednesday's theory further. "It does make more sense when viewed from that perspective, rather than attempting to reconcile it to the extremes of Law and Chaos. Do you know if it has a purpose, sir?"