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Bond Notes
Friday, 18 November 2005
Further Explanation on My Behalf
11/18/05 10:40 P.M. TY

It wasn't my intention to imply that this particular story was science fiction. I always saw it as a fantasy with real world elements. What I meant to say is that I see this particular town as far removed from a normal societal setting. I would think of them as being more like amish. It's evident in their simple religious beliefs that these people are simple-minded and will not rely on technology or science. Hence, in this particular case, a "post-modern" look for our protagonist and antagonist. However, you stated that you want Bond to conform to the setting of wherever she is at... which is fine with me. I think we can convey post-modern in the clothing... ostentatious, as you put it. Tristan is aware that these people are underdeveloped and will use that to her advantage. I'm not talking about big laser guns and mechanical devices that showcase a sci-fi feel... but I hope you can see what I'm trying to say. The best example of my "post-modern" argument would be to compare the Romans to that of the Saxons... or wait, just compare us to an amish community. There is no sci-fi element in that... but to them, we are post-modern.

Yes, I want to delve into the character's "psyches," their minds. Not just their inner thoughts, but their spirit.. you know, what drives them. Why they act a certain way. You're taking psychology right now... this should be right up your alley.

When it comes to character design, I'm working extensively on Lorey. I don't want her too old, but not too young either. Probably around eight or nine. I want her to have the ability to talk somewhat intelligently but also retain a certain amount of innocence and naivety. I also picture her carrying a doll or teddy bear. She wears rags and has no real person to look up to until Bond arrives. I want her to be an orphan who lives with, say, a distant aunt... someone who doesn't really care about her but keeps her around because they're afraid of the wrath of Eclisolus. I find it rather comforting that our minds seem to exist as one on this project. I do notice the locations as being influenced by The Dark Tower series and I'll continue to encourage that. I think I've always pictured this as being a western culture influenced fantasy world. Perhaps it existed once upon a time.

I will continue to work on Lorey and then work my way into other characters. I may just create some more minor characters as well. A minor character that comes to mind is an obese store owner who has a sexual fascination for Lorey. He could either die or be taught a very valuable lesson. As far as dialogue is concerned, I have some ideas in mind but they aren't concrete yet. I will try to work a connection between Cian and Tristan. I'll work on some preliminary artwork over the weekend and have them scanned for you to see.

I'm enjoying your current approach to the story. It's already gotten me excited to read it.

Posted by tyyang at 10:19 PM CST
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Thursday, 17 November 2005
Rain Rain Go Away
11/17/05 6:32 P.M. KK

Adam had been dilligently digging roots from a carelessly tilled plot at the edge of Bremer Creek when the rain had begun to fall, and he remembered that he had left a few baskets of the valuable roots sitting out from a previous load. On his ten-minute walk back to the Irvine farm house, he had seen the creek rise a significant amount, and it had finally dissipated any hope he had of a short, quick spit.

Sera Irvine was seated in her small parlor when he carried the baskets two-at-a-time down to the cellar. At each pass, she looked up politely, the thin and plentiful lines of her face drawing together in a pained smile. When he had finished stowing away the thick roots, he approached the parlor door, wiping his dirty hands on his work pants and returning her practiced expression.
"There are more than I first thought," he commented on the roots he had found. "It seems that whatever man tried to farm that spot grew frustrated with its depth and moved on."
Sera rocked in her chair slowly, contemplating his conjecture. She spoke little, and usually let her face do all of the talking. She seemed to be pleased that her employee had decided to do more work than he was asked, and in essence had found a surplus of strong roots that she could boil into tea or cut into reeds for heavy stews.
"Did you bring them all in?" she finally asked, her warm smile doing little to mask her impatience.
"Yes ma'am," he had replied, equally impatient to be back at his work outside.
She stood in a series of rehearsed and careful movements, her posture remaining alligned and intent. He was turning to leave her to herself when she asked him, "Would you mind going into town for me, Dear?"
He nodded unconsciously, then corrected himself to the specifics of her actual question and shook his head. "No, Ma'am. What is it you are needing?"

Then, she had walked him to the door on her way into the kitchen- explaining her need for two sacks of grass seedlings for the muddy plot to the South of the barn.
"I was thinking that I don't do enough for the townspeople," she began, her expectations surely filled as Adam interrupted, arguing her constant virtue and kindness with the people. She smiled at his obedience and patted his shoulder. "I'd like to offer my assistance in teaching the young children of the town their lessons. I think that empty room in the back of the barn would be perfect, don't you?"
He didn't understand her desire to take on that extra responsibility, but nodded at her conceived plan.
"So you would like me to pick up two sacks of grass seed so that the ground around the barn will not be muddy, and so you can be a proper hostess and teacher for the children." She handed him an empty sack and offered him her best smile of encouragement as he repeated her plan back to her.
"Yes. Here is the exact type I would like. Find two bags that look like this one at Frally Winter's shop- the Bittersweet Crossing. Frally will not ask you for money if you tell her it is for Lile. We can pay her when Lile returns with the new fowl."
"Yes ma'am," he repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, letting himself out into the stabbing rain and getting quickly on his way.
Now, as he passed the Sun House and the street was narrowing, Adam knew to begin looking for the Crossing. The stores in the square were all so much alike, and it was only a rare day when he could be pulled from his work to visit one. He had complied with Mistress Irvine's request out of his usual sense of duty, and had done so with obedient nods and dialogue. As usual, it left him feeling slightly second-hand... he was grateful for the chance to get away for a while. He could be assured that the pantomime would continue as soon as he returned with her seed.
The flowers he saw tipping their heads through the small back gate of the Sun House garden were some of the brightest he'd ever seen. He knew that almost all hours of the day there were women, young and old, tending that garden and everything therein. Though he would never admit it to anyone else, he often wondered what the big deal was about a garden hidden from sight- its valuable innards likely going to waste. Some of the flowers and trees rumored to be kept there had great medicinal value, and so considered sacred and not to be tampered with.
The square was more or less empty of people, and Adam nearly fell out of his boots when he saw a stirring in the pile of grain sacks next to the door of the Bittersweet Crossing. Expecting a stray cat, he was surprised to see the bony arm of a child emerge from the pile into a standing posture. Some of what he had seen as grain sacks were actually her ragged clothes. A few other people sat sprawled on the plank walkway, leaning against the shops and out of the rain. They all had clothing made of discarded and worn materials; one even seemed to have rotting skin on his thin legs. These are the people, Adam thought to himself before entering Frally Winter's shop, that Mistress Irvine should have in her barn.

Posted by katherinekennon at 6:37 PM CST
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Wednesday, 16 November 2005
Post-Modern is for Sci-Fi Posers :)
11/16/05 11:18 A.M. KK

I'm going to agree and disagree with you simultaneously.

I like your ideas about doing character sketches and getting into their lives so we can a context to draw from- that's key! I also like your ideas about their inner thoughts, or as you have collectively called it (though scientifically incorrect :) ) their psyches. These are all things I've been doing without even realizing it for weeks now.

Tristan will dress ostentatiously, as it is her role. Bond, however, will not. Remember.. the only thing Bond and Tristan have in common is the knowledge they possess and the task they are supposed to fulfill. I don't want you to run with this as if it were a science fiction story. There is no "post-modern" element in the literary "midworld." Forget the movies you've watched lately. This is something completely different and ORIGINAL, which is its best feature.

Bond's character has to be "pliable" in a sense. She has to fit whatever situation suits her purpose. She has very little identity of her own that the reader should be able to pick up on. She will dress and act in whatever way necessary to bring about the desired influences. I already have her look figured out, as I originally conceived her in a dream. I also have a human model.. I'm hoping to get some good photographs of her (her name is Taryn) to show you.

I also have human character models for Detrich and Adam, but the rest, I'd like you to work on... including Lorey. We have a similar idea when it comes to having a child that idolizes Bond.. I'm leaving her to you.

I'm sure you've noticed that I have used a lot of images from the Dark Tower series in my "location" designs thus far. I'd like to continue that trend of combining western culture with midworld landscapes.

I also want you to brainstorm some kind of connection (or partnership) between Tristan and Cian.. before I kill him off, that is.

I don't plan on killing off Lorey. I have a better plan that you will like.

Keep it up.

Posted by katherinekennon at 11:19 AM CST
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A Fantasy Western? My Current Views On Palmer Ellis... and Beyond!
11/16/05 4:04 A.M. TY

Every time I think of Palmer Ellis, I envision an old western town that is very underdeveloped and simple. I feel as if it gives off a rather medieval feeling. The clothes are simple and dark. A lot of brown and black. It's a simple farming community in a rather distant and forgotten place on the map.

I'm thinking that when Tristan and Bond show up, they'll be dressed in a more modern look... possibly even post-modern, or however you want to interpret "post-modern." However, I don't feel as if it should get too cliche in the look. That outfit you were wearing that was very goth-like... I think that's a perfect example of how Tristan and Bond would dress like. They should be colorful.. but also wear dark clothing. Just the way they present themselves, I think they should be viewed by everyone as these celestial beings. It would add a lot more depth to the story in terms of the religious aspect of it.

Also, I would like to introduce a new character. A supporting young female character who begins to idolize Bond. She, of course, would die later on in a rather depressing way. Maybe she'll become a martyr.

I want to delve into the psyche of these characters. Things that will never be in the story itself. Their background... their family... everything about them. If we can put ourselves in their shoes, I'm sure we'll come out with something marvelous... we should get to that role-playing.

Let me know what you think and if we can improve on anything. I will be sure to bring up more of my religious babble in a future post. Also, I'm thinking of doing some character sketches so we'd have an idea of what these characters would look like.

Posted by tyyang at 3:35 AM CST
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Tuesday, 15 November 2005
It's Rainy Out.
11/15/05 3:15 P.M. KK

Windows were snapping closed all over Palmer Ellis. A cold rain had come unexpectedly from the distant sea, casting its heavy splashing drops into the winding creeks surrounding the town and violently filling the upturned barrels at the edge of the marketplace. Rivelets of water ran along the grain of the wooden storefronts and seeped through the carelessly shaped awnings, pelting the few people huddled below them with icy droplets. Some left the shops and taverns, eager to be safe and warm in their homes when the storm came, but a few remained on the walk below the awnings, cursing the sudden cold but doing nothing about it.
Cian Norse, the wealthy store-owner, emerged from one of his shops, pulling his heavy wool coat around his broad form and ducking his head against the rain. He had been spending the morning overseeing the order of this particular grain and flowerseed shop, the Bittersweet Crossing, which had been put to complete disarray the night before by a rebellious former employee. Intent on seeing everything in working order again, Cian had done a rare thing and actually approached his workers, offering his take on the situation, and sticking around to see it carried out. Generally, the carrying-out process was one completed by his many devoted lackeys.
Rather than heading home, where every person would be heading were their homes anything like his, he turned and walked down the center of the path toward the Banker's Quarters. Normally clean-shaven and pale with the comfort of easy living, Cian was out of character on this day. The few people in the street noticed this as he passed, but were be sure to keep their eyes downcast if his were ever to rise for meeting. He looked as if he had had a sleepless night, and an undesirable morning.
More doors were opening around the square, spilling out their visitors and loitering masses onto the shining stone of the walkway. People were gone just as quickly as they appeared, splitting up and heading into the many paths between buildings- likely feeling they would be more sheltered from the rain in the narrow alleyways. Those who had been standing in the street felt the cold finally soaking through their thin clothing, and moved along their own way.

Soon the sound of the pilling water hitting the various upper surfaces of the town became the only chorus. Those who remained in the street did so only out of a lack of other options, and those kind didn't usually make much noise anyway. Lorey, the youngest- a curly-haired doll of a little girl in rags and cloth shoes- whispersang into the dark wood of the Crossing as she leaned her forehead against it.
"I think we should pray," suggested the woman in burlap that sometimes sat next to her.
"This rain comes from Ecli," confirmed another- a thin, bony man seated several feet away, carving a piece of damp wood cut from a loose plank. His eyes darted nervously about as he heard the thunking footsteps of someone approaching around the corner- someone with heavy, expensive footwear. "It seems he has been disappointed."
"Nonsense," the burlap woman replied sharply, her own ears perking up to the footfalls. "He is merely reminding us to pray. We are not to take that privilege for granted."
Lorey didn't know what to think, and said a prayer in her mind just to be safe. She had been told that little girls were immoral, and often the first to forget about Ecli. She wanted his protection. She didn't want to feel the fear she felt at times like this, when she saw the Bad Doctor rounding the corner to their little awning shelter, casting his terrible black eyes and toothy smile down to look at the carving skeleton-man. She squeezed closed her eyes and turned back to the sweet-smelling wood of the storefront, singing her whispery song and hoping that Ecli might hear it and keep the Bad Doctor from looking at her.
Detrich the Healer did not so much as notice Lorey. In her rags, curled up the way she was, she appeared to be only a pile of grain sacks. The woman by the door had been lucky to find the cloth sacks laying about, he thought to himself, especially if the storm was going to get worse.
He stepped past the Crossing, musing to himself the stir it would cause were he intent on going inside. He loved this rain and it's ability to clear the marketplace of human life- save for those few decorating the storefronts- and grant him unbothered passage into the better-looking parts of the town. He valued his few opportunities to walk through the gardens surrounding the Sun House, smelling the perfume of the rare flowers there. In this rain they would be shining and their colors bright... he might spend the afternoon enjoying such pleasantries. Of course, it would not hurt to combine a little business with his pleasure. If he ran across a Shora, he would pick it and take it with him, being sure to leave his small sack of coins in the message box near the gate. One Shora was hardly worth the money he would give them, but it would seduce their easily triggered tempers into serenity. That was worth endless funds to him in his current situation.
Detrich really did think Palmer Ellis was a nice town, once you removed all the people. The type that usualy milled around the square were mostly empty-headed, but for some reason they had enough in their head to know how to judge. The edge of town was a little easier to deal with, but venture out far enough into the countryside and you encountered a whole new set of hard heads.
His smile cut short, Detrich's instinct told him to move out of the street. He adjusted his path, taking him into a grove of shrubs lining a short stone wall, out of sight for the most part. Someone was walking by in the other direction, into the empty marketplace, and whomever it was, they looked plenty tired of walking. The passerby held an empty grain sack in one hand and a planting bag slung over the opposite shoulder, pulling down with its apparent weight. He appeared to not be interested in Detrich's possible presence, and instead continued on with a weary raking of his tanned fingers through his sun-lightened hair. Detrich smiled again, amused by his own flightiness, and moved quickly toward the back gate of the Sun House garden across the widening street.

Posted by katherinekennon at 3:19 PM CST
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Wednesday, 9 November 2005
11/9/05 1:16 P.M. KK

Yes- you have pointed out some very nice examples. We're on the same page in that element.

Let's use what you have and brainstorm some possible criticisms we might have, were we living in Palmer Ellis.

I have written a random line of dialogue in which Bond is speaking with Detrich, much as you and I speak about this topic in cynical tones.


Bond: "I've never encountered believers that were this much trouble."

Detrich: "I know. Isn't it terrible? Even their own faith tells them not to do things they are doing, but they always seem to find one little shred of dogma hidden away somewhere that says it's okay."

Bond: "So what about you?"

Detrich: "I sort of like to think I'm God."

Bond: "And you are unpopular, why?"

Detrich: "I've never understood them. I would be lying if I said I haven't tried. Tristan has just made things worse."

Bond: "Tristan... These people would have done this with or without her."


I also envision an argument between Bond, Detrich and Sera, the older woman Adam works for. I see Sera as being almost puritan in nature.. very stuck on religion, her own ideal of morals, and heavily judgmental of others.

Bond: "It seems you are not concerned with your fate... or your future, for that matter."

Sera: "We live for today."

Detrich: "Then why are you in this dark house all day schooling the neighborhood children in morals?- it's a clear, sunny day."

Sera: "Just like you unbelievers. You always think you can make things so simple. Wait until you get older, children."

Bond: "My ability to see clearly has little to do with my age, ma'am."

Detrich: "For one so close to this Sun god of yours, one would think you'd see the light."


I think it might be nice to explore blind faith in the context of Tristan. We can portray her as a fairly attractive person, but without any real standout qualities.. of course, the people, when under the spell of their own "faith".. will see her as much more beautiful, eloquent, and wise than she is.

Alluding to the "sun" of their faith, Tristan might make some cheesey claim like "Even on a day as cold as this one, there is always a beam of sun-light somewhere. You just have to know where to find it!"
Language and metaphors dealing with the sun will be prevailant in Tristan's speech. They will often make Detrich and Bond roll their eyes in disbelief.

Something I haven't really explored in my notes, but have had in mind all this.. sort of blooming love potential between Adam and Bond. What are your thoughts on this?


Posted by katherinekennon at 8:40 AM CST
Updated: Wednesday, 9 November 2005 1:35 PM CST
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Religious views
11/9/05 2:02 AM TY

I think the Palmer Ellis religion is very primitive in nature, reminding me of ancient civilizations. Using simple acts of nature as a way to justify the right and wrong of the society. It's a rather simple way of thinking.

There are various arguments I present in the case of Christianity that can be used to convey the religion here.

As in the case of this simple religion, a prolonged storm that covers the sun for an extended period of time can be construed as punishment for wrongdoing, so these people believe. What leads them to believe this and why? Why don't they question their surroundings and life in general?

A few flaws from the Christian bible I will point out and leave to interpretation. I've never found a suitable explanation.

Adam and Eve were created by God. They ate fruit from the tree of knowledge. People often mistaken the fruit for an apple. If it truly was an apple, why aren't we more intelligent by eating apples? Also, after they gained the knowledge that came from eating the fruit of the tree, they were banished from the Garden of Eden. Eve then bore children, the two most popular being Cain and Abel. Cain murders Abel because he's jealous that his brother's offering to God was better. Is this a personal assessment or does God choose favorites? The resulting outcome is that Cain is banished to go live elsewhere. He eventually marries. Now, if God created Adam and Eve and they were the only two people to exist, where did the wife of Cain come from? There is no explanation.

We can of course go further into the book: the time of Moses. It specifically states that the Jews and only the Jews are God's people. So, where did the Egyptians come from? If God created everyone and everything, why would He deny the Egyptians? Why would the creator shun a particular group of people in favor of another? It's a contradiction that for a deity to be so almighty and infallible, to love all that He created, deny a particular group of his own creation. Can someone who is supposedly so loving be so loving?

In my personal opinion, a deity shouldn't have to prove anything to anyone. If they are so powerful, so righteous, they would know the truth and therefore wouldn't need to display their power for a naive audience. It just seems to me that a deity who has to prove to everyone that he/she is a deity, isn't really one to begin with.

I will end this post here for now as I gather more of my thoughts. Let me know what you think and how this can play into our own concept.

Just a reminder, these are some of the various arguments I bring up when engaged in lengthy religious disputes with followers of blind faith. There are a lot of other people who know that the stories in the bible aren't to be taken literally, but mainly as a point of reference... of how to live life fully and happily and to do what's considered right.

I will delve more into the philosophy of things in future posts. I think it'd be beneficial to have more information than we need... just so we'll have a better understanding of this world and its characters. I want to believe that this world exists and that these characters are as real as you and me. I feel it necessary to develop backstory and live these character's lives. Let it enfold you. Close your eyes and feel all of this happening. If we can accomplish that within ourselves, then we will have created something really special.

Posted by tyyang at 4:20 AM CST
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Tuesday, 8 November 2005
What Kind Of God
11/8/05 6:20 P.M. KK

In the gospels of the New Testament, there are recurring agnostic themes that "A deity coming to the people in the flesh is revolutionary"... We will use this mood in Tristan's divine scam. She will claim to be the unnamed Sun God, come to earth in human form. The people will first scoff and disbelieve, which will lead her to perform her miracles... showing off, if you will, to gain the public support.

So why would a real God be ostentatious? Some might argue that a God would be ostentatious, with the attitude of "because I can." Why NOT be a show-off if you have the power? Tristan will represent this side of the balance, while Bond.. a force that is doing her real divine job secretly and dilligently, represents the side of humble service.

Although, Bond will have no choice but to play into the scam every now and then. It will be required of her in some cases in order to bring around the fates that are to be. How confusing for the other characters in the story!

I mentioned earlier about Adam's involvement with a prostitute. I would like to explain that now as an example of the kinds of "cause and effect" layering that needs to take place MANY times over in this piece.

I have designed a character called Cian Norse. He is a middle-aged mercantile owner in Palmer Ellis who is, as you might say, full of himself. Wealth has given him power. He and his closest circle of men take what they wish, and fear keeps mouths closed. These men are taken to enjoying the company of prostitutes, and Cian always has first pick for his favorite. On the first night after Bond's arrival, she shows up as one of the 'girls'..along with an unsuspecting Gwen... a very young, aggressive prostitute who has been known to play rough sports with some of the farm hands from time to time. Adam knows and respects her.

Cian turns down both Bond and Gwen, saying Gwen is too big-boned and Bond too skinny (he prefers, as he says it "curvy backsides"). While Cian is busy doing his thing with another girl, the other men, with Cian's permission, try to have their way with Gwen and Bond. Gwen runs away, escaping to the safety of a small inn tavern where she spots her friend Adam, but Bond stays behind intentionally. She makes a swift kill of all four of the men and disappears.

The next day, Cian is outraged to report his men were all killed by a prostitute. Not believing that such a skinny girl could have done it, he publicly blames Gwen. Due to his power, Gwen is brought into custody despite her claims that it wasnt her.

Adam speaks out for Gwen, saying she was with him. The implications of Adam both defending a prostitute against Cian and the fact that he is rumored to have been "with a prostitute" puts a disapproving public eye on him.

The next day, while working, Adam cuts himself badly. He is refused by the prominent doctors of the town, who say "people who sleep with prostitutes only spread disease" he is forced to go into the 'underworld' to consult a doctor he has heard terrible rumors about from the townspeople... Detrich. Detrich applies helpful herbs and stitches him up, proving the rumors to be wrong.

The next day at work, Adam explains to his employer, Lile, that Detrich took care of his cuts and that he's really a very nice person.

A bit later in the story, Tristan has an angry mob of people together dead set on killing Detrich. Lile allowed Detrich to hide in his country home- only because of Adam's belief in his virtue.

This is an example of how things pile up on each other to bring about salvation, harm, etc. This combined the fates of each of Bond's fated (Cian's men, Detrich, and Lile) but was executed by a non-fated (Adam). Bond simply steered everyone in the right direction.

Get it?

Posted by katherinekennon at 6:39 PM CST
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Tristan as a Fraudulant Deity, etc.
11/8/05 1:30 P.M. KK

The location in question is a fairly small township by the name of Palmer Ellis (sounds like an East Coast college, no?). The people here hold a misplaced religion: an all-out hardcore worship and serving of the deity represented by the sun. The name is this deity is yet to be decided (we want something random that can't be tied to any real language or culture). The sun is important in this theme because we need them to judge the result of their own actions by something inconsistent. For example, whenever there is a prolonged storm and the sun disappears, the people would inadvertently judge their own recent actions as being wrong, and would shape their morals around these coincidences. This is a great metaphor for the concept of blessing and curse, dating back to the early chapters of Exodus. We will address this in dialogue, as well, in the sense that many people have a reversed philosophy about what it means to be blessed and how that compares to their own understanding of cause and effect.

These people are hard workers, and do not come by comfort idly. One character that will represent that labor-driven sustainance is our man Adam. In his mid-twenties, he currently works as a farm hand for a kind middle-aged couple on the outskirts of town. In my notes, I have been calling them Lile and Sera.

Adam is excessively accepting, compassionate, and unselfish. He befriends anyone who treats him civilly, including those that society would shun. We will learn this in a test early in the story where his friendship with a prostitute will put him in the public eye.

Adam is among the first of the townspeople to witness Bond's arrival. The story will open a few minutes prior to that scene.

Bond is vague and secretive about her ambition in Palmer Ellis, simply answering inquiries with the claim to be looking for a friend who she thinks travelled this way. In truth, she is seeking Tristan, who she knows will be coming to the town any day now. How does she know? Because Tristan has been assigned as one of her "fated."

Tristan, however, is unaware of this. Tristan, like Bond, was given special knowledge of the universe which allows her to control the destined path of certain individuals of the town. Half the fun is not knowing which people are her "fated" and which are Bond's. Tristan, abusing and distorting her role as a Path Guardian, uses this knowledge for self-gain.

An ideal of the Path Guardians is to keep their purpose secret, and to simply take care of business. Tristan, however, comes to Palmer Ellis in an attempt to convince the townspeople that she is the deity they have been worshipping- "proving" this with a series of miracles which she is able to pull only from her abused knowledge. Her ultimate goal is to gather lands behind her to rebuild the empire of her young past- a place that was destroyed and she was stolen from as a child because of her destiny. She knows the fastest way to a person's loyalty is through their stubborn faith.

In Palmer Ellis, there is a doctor who operates in sort of an underground sense, due to being sneered at by the overly religious public. He works with herbs and folk remedies, self-empowerment techniques, and meditation rather than the "moral" way of "letting the God decide who lives and dies, who is healthy or sick, and who is happy or sad." In my notes, I have been calling him Detrich (Deh-Trick) on first name basis only. He is sarcastic, vibrant, and a real comedy element of the piece. I sort of created him in your image. He and Bond befriend one another in her effort to set things right- and his underground connections come in very handy.

An important thing to remember while considering this conflict is this: Although Bond has to do something about Tristan, she also cannot shirk her other responsibilities (and her other "fated"). There will be a lot going on in this piece...layer upon layer of action that can have multiple effects. I'm having fun with it already. Any comments/additions?

Posted by katherinekennon at 2:03 PM CST
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(Let's keep it uniform. This will be a formal source, after all.)

Begin with the date and time in this format-
11/8/05 1:24 P.M.

I realize that this information is recorded by the blog, but I think it would benefit us to have it in the actual entry for our own purposes later on.

After the date, your initials. We will see a lot of TY's and KK's.

From that point forward, write freely. Express thoughts you've had on the piece, info you'd like to consider adding to characters, places, scenes, etc. Random dialogue is good too. Include comparisons to the modern elements being examined (for example, a statement about blind religion and how it applies, etc)if necessary. Be specific and thorough.

Please do not fill out any of the novelty fields (Mood, Now Playing, Topic, etc.) Make all entries PUBLIC. Do not post as HTML.

Post often and feel free to address changes in opinion in a new entry, as opposed to going back to edit a past entry. We want to keep ALL ideas where we can see them. From there we can pick and choose.

Thanks for co-writing.

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