#Lancre

[dimity-lawn]

Most of Lancre: *desperately fighting for their lives as elves overrun the country*

Mr. Brooks, Royal Beekeeper, oblivious to this except for the fact that something is bothering his bees:

[aodhan-art]

A recent commission piece of Esme Weatherwax

[pratchettquotes]

Shawn took a deep breath and leaned over the battlements.

"Halt! Who Goes There?" he said.

A ringing voice came up from below.

"It's me, Shawn. Your mum."

"Oh, hello, Mum. Hello, Mistress Weatherwax."

"Let us in, there's a good boy."

"Friend or Foe?"

"What?"

"It's what I've got to say, Mum. It's official. And then you've got to say Friend."

"I'm your mum."

"You've got to do it properly, Mum," said Shawn, in the wretched tones of one who knows he's going to lose no matter what happens next, "otherwise what's the point?"

"It's going to be Foe in a minute, my lad."

"Oooaaaww, Mum!"

"Oh, all right. Friend, then."

"Yes, but you could just be saying that--"

"Let us in right now, Shawn Ogg."

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

[aeshnacyanea2000]

Food as an aphrodisiac was not a concept that had ever caught on in Lancre, apart from Nanny Ogg’s famous Carrot and Oyster Pie. Carrots so you can see in the dark, she’d explain, and oysters so’s you’ve got something to look at.

-- Terry Pratchett - Lords And Ladies

[markus-stadlober]

[detournementsmineurs]

“Filles du Feu” mini-série de Magaly Richard-Serrano avec Lizzie Brocheré, Angela Molina, Zoé Adjani, Bruno Debrandt, Guillaume de Tonquédec, Michèle Laroque, Marc Ruchmann, Wendy Nieto, Tom Hudson, Axel Mandron, Amandine Pommier, Anthony Goffi, Hélie-Rose Dalmay, Jérémy Barbier D'Hiver, la jeune Violette Martin et la participation d'Anabel Lopez, août-septembre 2023.

[bookmauls]

The Lapid-faced worrier?

just found out about this cute little birdy and i am in love

[postilionstruckbylightning]

There were a bunch of Discworld posts on my dash today and they reminded me of how great a character Magrat Garlick is. Introduced as a rather pathetic parody of New Age mystics, she becomes a powerful witch, the best doctor in the coven, the Queen of Lancre, a fairy godmother, an armoured warrior who kicks the arse of the Fairy Queen, and meanwhile never stops being the thoughtful, romantic, somewhat dopey person she’s always been.

[cdyssey]

love how so much of the first half of carpe jugulum is about how much granny weatherwax is so fucking loved, even if she doesn't think that it's so.

her absence in lancre is unthinkable—an aching presence in the story. magrat has named her child after her and wants her to be the baby's godmother. she, nanny, and agnes drop everything to go and find her. they're constantly asking themselves, "what would granny do in this situation?" and then answering the question just as seamlessly because they know granny. they know her iron will and her unbending resilience, the way she fights against the darkness every single day.

she haunts the narrative because she is so deeply interwoven into the DNA of lancre and its people.

she is lancre, really, the unshakeable rock that the community organizes itself around.

and even when she's not there, her legacy is still deeply felt, living and thriving in all the people she has ever touched.

[iseutz]

Teen Magrat, complete with excessive kajal and mystical jewelry, finally completes my "Young Witches of Lancre" series.

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[dimity-lawn]

I don’t know the answer to this question, but I can say that the Fool who jingled miserably across the floor later became king (Verence II of Lancre) and married his girlfriend (Magrat Garlick, witch)…

Do the people who accidentally create million note posts feel like invincible gods or like the miserable Fool doomed to forever jingle across the floor on command

[dimity-lawn]

[2readiscworld]

'Anyway, that's why she's always standin' behind herself and criticizin' what she's doing. Sometimes I reckon she's terrified she'll go bad without noticin'.'

'Granny? But she's as moral as-'

'Oh, yes, she is. But that's because she's got Granny Weatherwax glarin' over her shoulder the whole time.'

- Nanny Ogg, Carpe Jugulum

[pourablecat]

SPACE COVEN SPACE COVEN

[tanoraqui]

don't know where else to vent this thought but sergeant Jackrum and Nanny Ogg would get on like a house on fire once they both got over the fact that the other one is Foreign

You're SO right. The house is on fire because the alcohol they make together in a barrel spontaneously combusts when exposed to the open air. They drink it anyway. When they wake up 2 days later, neither remembers anything they did, save that it was fantastic fun and they're both a little sorer than they would've been 20 years ago.

[dukeofriven]

I have. Many of them many times. My copies of Night Watch and Hogfather have their pages falling out. I still have the original collection of ebook files I downloaded in 2001 when Discworld was only 26 books long, the zip folder having migrated from computer to computer for more than 20 years since I first hunted for it on Limewire.

The coolest character class in the Discworld MUD, by the way, was assassin. Eric Idle was the perfect choice for Rincewind in the point and click adventure games. And the best thing that ever happen to the series was Josh Kirby dying because it meant the books could finally be released with covers that weren't sexist garbage. And yet you still come into my post—one that obviously and unsubtly references Unseen University-style faculty life—on the day of my daughter's wedding and say I should read a Terry Pratchett book? Friend: I have. So I confess that I am hard-pressed to think of one that gives me what I want in my original post. Which one delivers on the things I am asking for? The Witches of Lancre certainly don't: I am pretty explicitly saying I am talking about wizards, and the high-empathy do-the-emotional-labour-for-all-of-Lancre witches, for all their flippancy, are pretty traditional witches when it comes to what they do and how they are in their communities. Lancre witches are all about living in the world, helping both their local village and the creatures of the environs around them. They, as a rule, aren't big into spellbooks, tomes, or flowing robes - if memory serves Granny's only reading material is the almanac she keeps in the outhouse, and maybe an old herbal. Sure, I will give you the point that they're not young sexy ingenues, and I think Nanny Ogg has some thick, ugly socks, but they're also very much not wizards. Not in how they think, not in how they act, not in how they live. So picking-up a Witches novel isn't really going to give me what I was referencing above. Not even Equal Rites since Esk ends up giving-up being a wizard and goes back to being a witch, and really never resembles the kind of female UU faculty member I am imaging above anyway.

Sick of all these hip, cool, with-it young witches in touch with the earth and magic and their own femininity. Sick of it. Gimme some female wizards who wouldn’t know a garden from a tar pit and whose only understanding of gender comes from the time they read-through volume G of the Dictionary of Esoteric Runes. Give me unhip lady wizards whose closest garment to slim thigh-highs is big, thick socks they got from their apprentice last Winter Solstice. Give me women wizards who could summon oceans of fire and storms of cthonic beasts if they could ever focus long enough to see a project through and didn’t keep getting distracted by that tome they left around here somewhere. Give me flabby lady wizards whose last bout of exercise was asking their servant to climb a really tall ladder to get a very heavy book, female spellcasters who’d only get on a magic broomstick if they bolted a recliner to it first. Give me the kickass lady-magus of might you’d see airbrushed on the side of a middle-aged librarian’s 2009 Honda Odyssey minivan as she crossed the country to see Alan Moore give a talk about Alister Crowley’s favourite porcelain figurines. Sick of sexy ingenue witches helping forest creatures and strengthening the bonds of sisterhood. Played out. Give me stout female wizards pushing forty who are still at a loss at what they want their arcane focus to be and who can’t stand their female neighbour’s guts because she knows how to sweet-talk the university chef into giving her first choice of the dessert tray and that’s just unfair.