Childermass has been continuing his investigations and experiments. Whether or not he's made any progress is anyone's guess, given how inscrutable Childermass is ( Read more... )

Bilbo Baggins had been away from the mansion for quite some time, though it was hardly noticeable, being the well-mannered and generally quiet sort of hobbit that he was. He had been in Hobbiton again (having completely forgotten about his brief time in the mansion in the meanwhile), taking a stroll through the gardens of Bag-End when he suddenly ( Read more... )

Hagbard has finally finished unloading the Leif Erikson. Yes, that's what he's been doing for the last two months. We say so, so there. He has not done something so clever as return with a pack of llamas, and he's rather ashamed of that fact, but he is proud of another thing: He's brought food. Not enough to last for months, or probably even ( Read more... )

Overnight, with the holidays coming up quickly, the mansion's been transformed. Mistletoe hangs from doorways and by windows (and occasionally in odd spots in the middle of the room to make it easier to sneak up on people), fragarent pine garlands wrap the banisters, holly wreathes and candles adorn the windows, punch, eggnog and mulled wine in ( Read more... )

(Just when you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more of King Arthur’s children unaccounted for…)

Goewin is looking for Lleu.

She is Arthur and Guinevere’s daughter, Lleu’s twin sister and his senior by a few scant minutes. She’s not sure whether she’ll find him alive or dead-or worse, some terrible state in between-and she may be so fixed on ( Read more... )

There's a dark, slender boy walking toward the house, his bewitching face as pale as salt at the moment, and he's dressed for travelling in the dead of winter at least a thousand years ago.  He has the bearing of a prince and a warrior, for all that he's never seen a battle, and carries no weapon.  The sheath that held his hunting knife is empty.  ( Read more... )

We're leaving, conspicuously discarded, a long, cylindrical thingummy with a number of levers and handles; something resembling the butt of a rifle at one end and a narrow hole in the other. Should the levers, notably the trigger-shaped one, be pulled, nothing much will happen -- unless it's being pointed at someone else. In which case that someone ( Read more... )

Slowly, a tall young woman walks into the room. Her hair is pulled back in a severe braid.  At first glance, her face doesn't seem to brook any nonsense at all, but as she looks around, her face is lit up by a bright, warm smile. Her eyes are the most startling- ice blue, which don't seem to match her hair ( Read more... )

    “Kay! Kay!”

He’s just a scrawny, scruffy thing with mussed hair and a smudge or two on his face, and he comes tearing in bearing a sword that looks like it should to be too heavy for him to even lift. Some people might recognize it.

“I’ve found a sword for you!”

He stops suddenly, swinging the sword to bring its point to rest on the ( Read more... )

She's outside, taking a walk.  She'd disappeared in the midst of time, and here she is again, and she vaguely remembers having travelled by this lake, vaguely remembers this place, though she wishes, in truth, that her Lord be at her side, or his trusted knights, mayhap.

It's a shuddering Guinevere who comes by the Mansion, and knocks on the door.  ( Read more... )