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May 23rd, 2009
05:34 pm
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How's My Driving?
How's My Driving(loosely adapted from similar posts around RP land):
Comment logged in or anon to criticize my portrayal of this character. Lurkers and game members both welcome. IP recording is off.

If something about my portrayal of the character bugs you, tell me about it. Maybe I have a reason for playing him this way; maybe I need to re-evaluate or put a little more effort into him.

Flames eye-rolled at and possibly summarily deleted.

Positive feedback is cool, too, but this is primarily a safe-space to bitch about my playing.

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December 26th, 2008
05:11 am
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A gift - locked to Garak
In this giving season, I have one gift more that I have not given.

If I could commissioned it from anyone else...

But such could not be. I make my way to find Garak.

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July 12th, 2008
09:38 pm
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You are Strength


Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.


This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.


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Perhaps so.

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August 12th, 2007
01:24 pm
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A thread for swords
I have spent this week making a pair of fine, hard practice swords, somewhat like my brother's. The wood is prepared to harden it against breaking, and the shape is simple. The balance is enough like a sword that I can train Shasta with it.

I go early to the stables, before work, there to meet Shasta.

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February 18th, 2007
01:41 pm
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Different ways.
[Based on chatlog with the mun of Faramir, the night after Boromir fought with Calum at the stables.]

What Faramir said )

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February 7th, 2007
07:40 pm
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The work at the stables suits me thus far.  It causes aches, and I feel callouses where hands used to a sword now rasp on shovel or pitchfork.

But it is quiet work, outside the town and away from its strange electric devices.  The horses center me, and make me feel less at a loss.

Having met Xena-- having spoken to her-- I have had reason to think again on the parting.  Faramir's and mine.  Not even a moment's peace, then, for Father came to send me away.  Strange... how in that moment when he seemed the surest, the strongest, as he told me to seize the ring... strange how he was then the weakest.

I never told Faramir goodbye.

It comes to me again, as solid as a blow.  I cannot waste this time we have.  Not a moment of it.  All of it is more than I ever looked for.

I have scrubbed and bathed under the hot, strange shower until the smell is mostly off me- the clothes are tied in a bag until they are washed.   I put on my  own good things, then, and wait for my brother to come home.

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January 12th, 2007
09:45 pm
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Miss Neveu says that the room I have in the hotel is Faramir's room, too. I am relieved.

He has only been here a few days. Things will be well-- we had the gap of years, a few days between his arrival and mine are nothing at all. And I had been worried, I admit.

But all will be well, I know that. I take my leisure to explore the small room-- not as fine as my brother's home on the island, but still clean and warm. Warm air comes up from a grating, and I do not know how, but it is nearly as good as a fireplace.

This has not shaken me as the island did-- because I am prepared. And I know this time that my brother is not dead. It nearly broke my heart, before I understood.

But all is well.

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January 9th, 2007
11:17 pm
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Voicemail
I cannot hear you, but I am told you can hear this message. I am not here; please, leave your message after the sound. I will find you in the village.

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