Subject: Hm.
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Posted on: 2014-03-13 13:41:00 UTC
Tell me, is there a class concerning the differences between book and film canons? Perhaps one taught by, say, Saruman? Or possibly Curumo, I don't really know the protocol in that regard.
Still, I can sell stuff to people. It's the one thing I'm any good at, besides being an unlikeable dick. The Wizards are Maiar in teacherly form; the only reason someone like me wouldn't be a damp red stain on the carpet in seconds is because of their policy of non-interference. I can likely spin it as a project to determine the exact nature of Middle-Earth-made longarms and their effect upon canon.
Plus, I'm fairly certain I can get everyone in the Gondorian faction on board. Men desire power above all else, according to various descriptions, and a mixed-arms unit would be a godsend against the forces of Mordor. Boromir'd want them because semi-static emplacements like jezzails and swivel-guns could defend Osgiliath extremely well; Faramir'd want them after he analysed how the Landsknechte fought and how a matchlock musket'd almost certainly punch through trollhide to get to the soft squishy bits to which fast-moving bits of lead are generally anathema. The Congreve rocket was not only a precursor to actual rocket artillery, but was also an incredibly effective means of scaring horses; that's a major selling point considering you can then rip apart enemy cavalry with your Rohirrim allies.
Actually, thinking about it, that's the best selling point of all. Gunpowder weapons, particularly early ones of the kind that, say, the Rangers of Ithilien might cart around with them, were as much terror weapons as anything else. They were loud and scary and bits of my friend are spiraling off in different directions and the sergeant doesn't have a head any more WHAT IS EVEN THE HELL.
My point is, by putting it like that to the Gondorian staffers and calling it an interesting experiment for the benefit of everyone else, I could probably get away with it if I kept my head down and stipulated that the Lady of the Wood was on no account to turn, if you'll pardon the use of a relevant Culture term that expresses my disdain for mind-reading, meatf***er.
No plans to deal with angry mini-Balrogs, though.
Yet. =]