I'm no bloody lord!
CHARACTER NAME: Matrim (Mat) Cauthon
FANDOM: The Wheel of Time Series, Robert Jordan
CANON: Beginning of Chapter 15 of The Shadow Rising
WHAT THEY LOST: His ability to fight with a quarterstaff. If he tries, his luck reverses and he’ll become clumsy and inept.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: The Maiden’s Well was hardly the most upstanding of establishments. The common room was dingy and the air was thick with the smell of spilled ale and stale sweat, but the mood lively and the serving girl with pretty brown eyes was smiling at him from across the room, and Mat wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
He thought maybe he’d ask her to dance later. The musician off in the corner was no gleeman, but they’d been keeping up a lively reel and she seemed the type to say yes. Now, however, his focus was on filling his purse.
Leaning back in his seat, he frowned at his opponent’s dice, feigning concern. The faces gleamed in the dim lamplight; three crows, a star, and a cup. It was a decent toss, if not spectacular. Not the easiest to beat. Around him, he could hear the men murmuring, nudging each other as they predicted which way the game would go.
But for Mat, there was no question. Scooping the dice up into the cup, it was all he could do to keep from grinning. The dice were rolling - both in his hand and in his head. He could hear their rattling clearly in his mind, his luck thrumming through his veins.
“Dovie'andi se tovya sagain,” he muttered, gathering a few strange looks from those close enough to overhear him. Time to toss the dice. But he was hardly aware he’d spoken. The dice were pounding, almost as loud as drums, in his head and he spilled them from his cup onto the table. All around him, men leaned forward, eager to see the end of the wager, but Mat simply leaned back with a grin. He knew what they would be before the first one had even settled on the table.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[the room he’d found himself in was lavish, if a bit impersonal. Certainly, the thick mattress and the plush rug on the stone floor spoke of wealth. There was a closet, too, filled with clothes that could have been twins to the coats in his wardrobe in the Stone. He paused a moment, fingering the fine material of one of the coats. A few months ago he’d mocked Rand for wearing something so extravagant. Now his own Ma would have mistaken him for a Lord.
Letting the fabric go, he turned to frown at the foreign room once more. When he’d stepped through the doorway, this is not what he’d expected to find. He wanted answers to his questions. Not more puzzles]
[in a demanding tone, directed as if someone must be listening] Don’t think you’re getting out of giving me my three answers! Burn me, but I didn’t take a chance messing with the bloody Power just to be kept waiting in a fancy room.
[grimacing at the continuing silence] Blood and ashes, Rand… what have you gotten me into, now?
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FANDOM: The Wheel of Time Series, Robert Jordan
CANON: Beginning of Chapter 15 of The Shadow Rising
WHAT THEY LOST: His ability to fight with a quarterstaff. If he tries, his luck reverses and he’ll become clumsy and inept.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: The Maiden’s Well was hardly the most upstanding of establishments. The common room was dingy and the air was thick with the smell of spilled ale and stale sweat, but the mood lively and the serving girl with pretty brown eyes was smiling at him from across the room, and Mat wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
He thought maybe he’d ask her to dance later. The musician off in the corner was no gleeman, but they’d been keeping up a lively reel and she seemed the type to say yes. Now, however, his focus was on filling his purse.
Leaning back in his seat, he frowned at his opponent’s dice, feigning concern. The faces gleamed in the dim lamplight; three crows, a star, and a cup. It was a decent toss, if not spectacular. Not the easiest to beat. Around him, he could hear the men murmuring, nudging each other as they predicted which way the game would go.
But for Mat, there was no question. Scooping the dice up into the cup, it was all he could do to keep from grinning. The dice were rolling - both in his hand and in his head. He could hear their rattling clearly in his mind, his luck thrumming through his veins.
“Dovie'andi se tovya sagain,” he muttered, gathering a few strange looks from those close enough to overhear him. Time to toss the dice. But he was hardly aware he’d spoken. The dice were pounding, almost as loud as drums, in his head and he spilled them from his cup onto the table. All around him, men leaned forward, eager to see the end of the wager, but Mat simply leaned back with a grin. He knew what they would be before the first one had even settled on the table.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[the room he’d found himself in was lavish, if a bit impersonal. Certainly, the thick mattress and the plush rug on the stone floor spoke of wealth. There was a closet, too, filled with clothes that could have been twins to the coats in his wardrobe in the Stone. He paused a moment, fingering the fine material of one of the coats. A few months ago he’d mocked Rand for wearing something so extravagant. Now his own Ma would have mistaken him for a Lord.
Letting the fabric go, he turned to frown at the foreign room once more. When he’d stepped through the doorway, this is not what he’d expected to find. He wanted answers to his questions. Not more puzzles]
[in a demanding tone, directed as if someone must be listening] Don’t think you’re getting out of giving me my three answers! Burn me, but I didn’t take a chance messing with the bloody Power just to be kept waiting in a fancy room.
[grimacing at the continuing silence] Blood and ashes, Rand… what have you gotten me into, now?
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