Being fed up with all the horrible, horrible messes time travel has created, not the least of which are your children, you have decided to go on a crusade in your late one hundred and twenties (though you still resemble a 30-year-old) to eliminate all time travel from whence it sprang, in all iterations, variants and potential wellsprings. Because seriously, screw time travel. It was fun for a while, but it became so incredibly convoluted and at the same time utterly pointless that you thought it should end. Forever.
Due to the other time travelers vehemently disagreeing, this is a bit more difficult than one might think.
[3-1] You've considered doing this, but given temporal stability it wouldn't do anything.
In fact, you will spend your final years in the Dark Ages as the first female viking captain, because raiding is delightfully simple compared to this wibbly wobbly timey wimey ball of stuff that time travel is, and eventually got imprisioned for blasphemy. You know this because you witnessed your execution first-hand, while hunting down a particularily elusive piece in your wanted posters collection.
Wibbly wobbly ball of stuff? Not this kind of time travel. That was established long ago.
[3] You got imprisoned in the Dark Ages for blasphemy and were also a Viking captain, but neither of those lead to your death; in fact, the two happened the better part of a century apart.
You have a shotgun that uses books as ammunition.
What?
[5-2] You invented a shotgun which fires wood chips; insert wood block, output dangerous projectiles! It can work on books, too, but that's not as effective.
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Next turn is it! Might wanna name the kid...