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And as the title suggests, it is a cruel tag. That is, you do not want to read it unless you wish to hear about characters that will not come to Wattpad in the foreseeable future. They may come to bookstores though. We has hopes. ;)

EDIT 12/2/17: Some of these are *cough* on Wattpad currently. Some however are not, and some will be leaving in the future. So it is a cruel tag still. >:)

This is a character tag: choose some characters and answer each question with a name and a reason/example. Characters may be from different books, but must all be from books written by you. When done, tag at least three people.

*I came across the incorrect usage of "they" in the singular several times. All instances have been replaced with "he", to avoid the awkwardness of "he/she".

Okay, you've been warned, you have the rules. Let's go ahead!

Using characters from my world of Legea. If you read The Journey, you'll recognize a few.

Berethar -- Mordred -- Sandy -- Gwenda -- Fred -- Fiona -- Douglas -- Marcus -- Jedediah Crayes -- *currently unnamed* -- Douglas

Who is most likely to punch an "antagonist" in the face if one of his friends is insulted?

Probably Berethar. His anger comes out in quick spurts, and more physically than Mordred's; but Mordred would be a second choice if he were goaded long enough to get really, really mad. And you do not want to see Mordred really mad.

Who's the most likely to break a huge rule (when no-one's looking) just for the sake of having fun?

Sandy. Especially at the beginning of The Journey. She might think twice about it now, but if it were irresistible enough she still would.

But, as long as it wasn't TOO big a rule, Gwenda might. Solemn and sweet though she be, little Gwenda has a slyly humourous side at times.

Who's the most likely to get caught while doing it?

If he did it, then Mordred. Mordred is notoriously bad at getting away with things.

Who's the most likely to be found in the middle of his own little book mountain?

Argh! I'm so bad at answering these with just one. Fred, absolutely, if he had one. Fiona, just as absolutely, as long as she had one. But I'm going to go with Douglas, because Douglas would manage to FIND a book mountain if he had to dig to the center of the earth to do it. Douglas is so fun!!! I wish you guys could see him!

Who is the most likely to wake up all his friends in the middle of the night, only because he feels like it?

Wow, this one is hard! Actually, it would be Marcus. Marcus the Tease.

"Fiona! Fiona, dear sister, do wake up..."

*sleepily* "Marcus... Marcus? What is it? What's the matter?"

"Oh, well... hard question. Nothing, really. I suppose --"

"Marcus! My land, go back to bed this instant!"

*deep sigh* "I live such a deprived life..."

Okay, not so hard.

Who's the most likely to be extremely scary when disapproving of something, but the nicest person in the universe otherwise?

Hmm. This is harrrrrd! I'd say Berethar, because he can be absolutely terrifying, and he's quite gentle and loving among his near family, but in general he appears grim and taciturn, and even slightly unnerving to some. Maybe Fred could be scary... it's hard to tell.

Who's the most likely to end up being the person who says "I told you so" after no-one believed something he was trying to prove?

Okay, this guy doesn't have a real name yet. We call him Merry, though: partly he looks like a hobbit, but it's mainly in character that he resembles one.

But, yes. Merry would do that. With fire in his eye and fierce satisfaction in his voice, repeating it several times, probably.

Aww, Merry. I can't believe you aren't till the fifth book...

Who's the most likely to get angry over something stupid?

I can't pick. Mordred -- Jedediah Crayes -- Mordred -- Jedediah Crayes --

Okay, Mordred.

Jedediah Crayes gets angry all the time over the most idiotic things, but not a real anger, just making a great show about it, slightly irritated, but also enjoying himself deep inside. Because he isn't actually angry, he never goes too far with it.

Whereas Mordred gets truly angry, and may act rashly on an impulse that he will regret later.

Who's the most likely to win a battle of wits?

JEDEDIAH CRAYES. Hands down.

Who's the most likely to find a way onto Wattpad, even if he's from another world with no technology?

Again, Jedediah Crayes. The man's intellect!

Okay, I just HAVE to put in this excerpt about Jedediah Crayes here and now, because you guys will never meet him if I don't, and he doesn't show up till book #4. And he is the greatest.

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From The War, Chapter 6

By Verity A. Buchanan

Early on the morning of April nineteenth, before a household in Orden was awake, a lone, silent figure knocked grimly on the gate of Mitheren and demanded to see the General. The sleepy guard eyed him doubtfully and refused to unbar the gate; the man leaned forward and whispered something into his ear.

The guard jumped, and took a second look at the man standing before him. Fumbling in his haste, he loosed the chains. The gate creaked open and the man slipped, catlike, through the gloomy shadows of the courtyard and into the Tower of Kings.

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The General was not asleep. He had awakened hours before dawn and was sitting with his head in his hands when the door opened and Captain Rhodes strode in.

"Someone to see you, sir," he said softly. His eyes were dark with fear and apprehension.

The General shuddered and shut his eyes. What ill news now? He sought to quell the fears rising in him, but his heart would not be put at rest.

"Shall I tell him to wait, General?"

The General looked up and shook his head. "Let him come in," he said wearily.

The door reopened to admit a tall figure, cloaked, with a hood shielding his face. He came forward quickly, with a lithe, panther-like grace. The General felt a flash of fear and half-rose. His hand flew to his sword hilt.

"There is no need for that," said the man, sounding a trifle annoyed. "If I were going to murder you, which I'm not, you would never be able to best me anyway. Let alone kill me." He flung back the concealing hood, and the first rays of daylight fell upon his face.

It was a face which every man of Mitheren knew.

The General gasped, dropping his hand from his sword. "Jedediah Crayes!" he exclaimed.

"Precisely," Jedediah Crayes beamed. "I suppose you thought I intended to miss out on this."

The face was lean and strong-jawed, with the constant look of a hungry predator. The eyes were piercing, black, and hawklike. Jedediah Crayes liked his appearance. In fact, he was proud of it. But then, he was proud of everything about himself in general.

Nothing was known of Jedediah Crayes' past. Some said he was an only child, while others said he had been one of seventeen. Some said his parents were master criminals, others that they were royalty, and others that they had been ordinary folk. Many held that Jedediah Crayes was not his real name, and that he had been born in Enedhwin across the sea. But only a few things were definite about Jedediah Crayes, and most of those only to the certain few who knew him.

He was without a doubt a man of extraordinary abilities; a detective, some called him – though he cared little for the word, and would have preferred something more along the lines of expert tracker and crime solver, with several extras thrown in. Often, in an effort to describe something he had done, a person might throw up in hands and say, "Well, if it had been anyone other than Jedediah Crayes, it wouldn't have worked, but – it was!"

Nobody could say why Jedediah Crayes had chosen Orden to be 'his' country. Of course, Jedediah Crayes insisted that he did not have a country; that he had no home; he had no king; and all of that was true to some extent, but those select ones who could be said to 'know' him knew full well that he was wont to betake himself to Orden more than other countries –just a shade more – and they suspected, if they did not know, that he even liked Orden. And Jedediah Crayes liked few things, and never admitted it when he did. His motto was, "Everyone is a potential criminal"; to which he would frequently add, "So therefore, no-one can be my friend."

To those who were acquainted with him, one thing at least was certain: Jedediah Crayes had no sense of modesty as to his talents, false or otherwise. He was incomparably vain.

Now, face to face with the General of Orden, he lost absolutely none of his cocky manner. With the air of one conferring a great privilege, he calmly announced, "I come here to offer you my services and my fealty for the duration of this war. There is to be understanding between us that this state of affairs is only for the duration of the war and does not bind me in any lasting way to Orden and her concerns."

The General inclined his head gravely, though amusement flickered for a short moment in his eyes. "We were not without hope that you would come, Jedediah Crayes," he answered. "I will gladly accept your offer."

"Excellent, excellent," Jedediah Crayes purred complacently. "Very wise of you. If you had not accepted – well, then I probably would have helped you anyway and that would have been... irritating."

The General said nothing. Inwardly he scolded himself for not having recognized Jedediah Crayes' voice when he first spoke. For when he was not disguising it, his voice was unmistakable. It was distant, and sarcastic, and as arrogant as the most priggish lord. Above all, it was lofty.

The General sighed a little.

"If you desire anything in the way of mail or helm, it shall be provided for you." He said nothing of weapons; Jedediah Crayes bore a sword already and would only be delighted to point that out.

But Jedediah Crayes snorted derisively. "I can get along without those very well, thank you. Save them for your pet warriors."

Do I, demanded the rhetorical question, I – Jedediah Crayes – need armour?

"Besides –" and now his glance was shrewd – "you have little to spare, I'll warrant. I can get by well enough with a leather jerkin; give the armour to a poor volunteer who can scarce wield a sword, let alone last five seconds in a battle."

With an elegant movement he wheeled and left the room.

© Verity Buchanan 2015

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ISN'T HE SO GREAT???

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