Goodness.

[kiya]

I seem to have stumbled across a secret society in the WIP. I wonder if they'll invite in my narrator.

581 words, section 140 done. Also some editing (adding words here and there mostly) on 139, to try to fix the bugs in it that teinedreugan spotted.


And I have a potent urge to make a plush Taweret icon for my children, and I don't have children. (This is arguably blacktarrant's fault, inasmuch as my random chaotic impulses to creation can be actually blamed on their triggers.)


In other news, knees should not say "thwok".

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[rainfallsautumn.livejournal.com]

Ooh, secret society? *is interested*

[kiya]

Yah.

Basically, I've got a region of the world with a fairly settled and peaceful capital and some very wild and dangerous frontiers. At the moment, the population from one of the frontier towns is in the capital.

The frontier towns have pretty much a warrior culture. (The city nobility thinks it does. It's wrong.) They get people from the city coming out to do tours of duty defending one village or another, and they have no way of judging whether or not they're getting idiots and the useless ahead of time.

So they spar them. Subtly, a practice thing. And feel them out. It's something they'd be doing anyway, and the center of what they need to know is combat capability. But (and here's where I suspect this notion came out of watching too much Rouroni Kenshin) you can learn a lot about a person by the way they fight.

Some people are really, really, good at this. And eventually this evolved into a secret society, people who have a particular gift for this reading, who get initiated into the mysteries.

(And now I'm wondering if my dear first reader will read this and immediately figure out which minor character the section I just wrote is focused on. . .)

[brooksmoses]

*/me double-checks section number; it checks.*

Grei?

[kiya]

Close.