For the time being, Hans von Hammer had returned to Castle von Hammer in 1919 Germany, returned a man conflicted. This world, for all the things he saw and knew that could go wrong, at least was one he understood. He had never quite felt comfortable in the modern world, though he supposed a small part of him would miss television. It was too ( Read more... )

My pirate name is:

Bloody Jack Flint

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Hans knew he had made a mess of things, but it was not until he had time to reflect upon it that he realized just how horrifically he had made a mess of things. The opportunity that extremely few mortals would have had, the opportunity that some likely would have killed for, and he had done much more than squander it ( Read more... )

Hans is an early riser by nature, and the worries weighing on his mind of late have only contributed to that for additional lack of sleep ( Read more... )

With the acquisition of the final section of property necessary for the farm, Hans had been busier than ever, spending a considerable amount of time in his world of origin, supervising, directing, and otherwise bossing people around, as well as paying for things, placing orders, and also doing a fair bit of traveling to find those who would most ( Read more... )

Hans scowled as he looked down at the various papers spread across the table before him. While Ali was quite busy with dealing with various aspects of the war that was building, he was--in-between keeping the children amused and handling various small tasks around the house--pursuing his own project ( Read more... )

Hans was in an extremely foul mood, sitting at the kitchen table, as he looked over a variety of newspapers. His mood was further darkened by the fact that he was attempting to forgo coffee in a show of solidarity with Ali, but the newspapers from his own world, along with various correspondences from various sources in the know, were not making ( Read more... )

Hans had been warned, of course, of the dangers of being enchanted. But his participation in the trial had been deemed necessary (once the children were safely put to bed), and he would not shy away from danger when his wife was involved. What was important to her was important to him ( Read more... )

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Hans had sent the servants away, down the to village, so that they would no have to bear witness to what was to come.  His first impulse had, of course, been to send Ingrid as well, but he ultimately decided that she was likely safer with himself, Ali, and Samus there as protection.  Far better she be in their company, even with the possibility of ( Read more... )