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Woman's Best Friend?
"Yeah, you never cared nothing about the common folk here! Busting our ass every day while you hung out with that blonde haired assassin chick Count Lowels kept around! What's got you caring all of a sudden?" asked Pace's apparent friend, the dockworker named Keldrin. "Well shoot, I care about everyone! Everyone's got lots of work to do to live up to Erastil's expectations, and to foster that there community n get everything done that needs a-doin!'" Ivy responded, surprised that someone could think to say that about her!

"Pfft, yeah whatever. You seemed to have all you needed there with Risi. Ya hung onto her heels like a lost puppy! Like... as...? Hell I don't know, either way you wouldn't have lifted a finger to help us if we were bleeding out trying to get our grandmother to the doctor! You didn't seem to want for anything," Keldrin responded, knocking Ivy flabbergasted. Her mouth was agape; she didn't know what to say. "Well I'm real sorry about how ya feel... I reckon I don't remember what it is you're all huffy about, but I'm sorry if I really did have anything to do with it!" the dog-woman said, visibly hurt. "Yeah, whatever. I guess go talk to Risi Nargin if you wanna know more. Warning you though, she's a recluse. Got... long golden blonde hair, wears chainmail, real tall, like 6'0", carries a rapier, but that's not abnormal what with the strong presence of the Yellow King around here. But yeah, she's a frigid bitch. Was hard to tell whether you were her partner or her pet! Guess she's not so confident anymore, now that you're not licking her bootheels."

Ivy pondered that a moment, while Diana spoke up. "Haha, so that answers that! Ivy didn't have a husband, she had a mistress! I always figured she'd be the sub~" "Uh... Huh? What do you..." Ivy didn't know what to say. Now she was really confused. "Shucks, I wouldn't do a thing like that! Everyone knows that gettin' married's about gettin' together to have babies and make your farm real successful-like! Two women ain't gonna make no babies together! ...I wouldn't go 'n do no sawdumizin' or nothin' like that..."

Keldrin cleared his throat. "Hey now I didn't say anything about that. I said you were with her, I don't know your personal life. That's none of my business and I was busting my butt at the docks too much to care anyway. Whatever happened between you and Risi is your own thing. But there was something, and I do bet she'll have more answers for you. ...Though, she's not a pleasant woman, so... just be warned, they might not be the answers you want to hear."
Session: The Thrushmoor Terror, session 5 - Saturday, Feb 17 2018 from 10:00 AM to 1:00 PM
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Confidence Regained?
Perhaps that is an overstatement. I am still afraid that I have fallen and then somehow been forgiven, but that would still mean I might fall again. But...Irori's gifts have not forsaken me. So whatever it is that I have done...or that a doppelganger or one of these mirror creatures, taking my guise, has done...it seems that either it was not I who did it, or I have already been forgiven, or I have at least been granted a reprieve from needing to atone until I remember what it was that I did.

I do not know for certain that this is true. Perhaps I shall find myself powerless at a critical moment. I do not believe it would be Irori's way to punish my companions with such a withdrawal, so hopefully if it happens I will be the only one to suffer. But as long as his power remains with me, at least, I must try not to let my fear of failure cause me to falter. My friends and brother are depending on me, and my journey toward perfection must not be abandoned over the apprehension that I may have strayed from the correct path.

Perhaps, however...at least until I am more certain that I am still worthy of the Master's hand...I should focus my attention on perfection of magic and body again. I fear I may have neglected them a bit in favor of spirit already.
Session: The Thrushmoor Terror, session 5 - Saturday, Feb 17 2018 from 10:00 AM to 1:00 PM
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Tags: Irori , Journal , Pace
September 15th - The rain follows me like the cloud over my head.
I spend a lot of time staring into this glowing, white square. Too much time.
Maybe if I were to write on a typewriter like the fading hipsters back in NY I would be more prolific. Maybe. But I need to be able to delete screeds of text with with just a click. The way god deletes an imperfect creation who injected too much dross into their veins.

The rain was scalding as it hammered on the too warm bus and the battering on the tinny roof is how I imagine it sounds to be under bombardment. But this was not the cold, swift rains of home.
At least, I tell myself, at least it is not the too soon and too much snow which washes all colour out of the world and leaves us a blank canvas; gives us hope for something new before turning into the shitty sludge that is the truth of most lives.

The RA is a pert little stoner who will probably keep me warm for a few nights if I can scrounge up some decent weed, but not the sort you'd bring back to your own room. Not the sort you'd write poetry for. Or about.
Another uninteresting fling that I medicate myself with just to keep me from watching the clock.

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The Hag
Session: Game Session #144 - Wednesday, Feb 14 2018 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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The group leaves Marias Tarasion
And Grimm makes the village fall in love with him
Session: Game Session #143 - Wednesday, Feb 07 2018 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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