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Just a Little Tear
“Do something, you fucking pygmy mouse!”

“Leave him alone!”

“Run!”

“What an idiot.”

“He can’t help it.”

And I can’t. Everyone is yelling and cursing and giving it everything they’ve got, and all I can do is stand there and stare. Easily four men tall, with a head the size of a bear, this is the most astonishing creature I have ever seen, and I just fought another giant in the water. A mal-formed dragon? A lizard? A giant lizard maybe? It’s teeth are the size of my forearm. Why are its arms so short? He’s roaring like an angry two-year-old, snapping at us like a turtle, and narrowly misses crushing each body to death as he stomps between us, destroying the jungle.

“C’mon Elaren,” Blaze yells, gesturing.

“But…”

“Now!” he commands, and casts Finger of Death at the magnificent beast, though I’m guessing he’d rather hit me with it right now.

Reluctantly, I cast as well, and we watch as our spells have no effect except to enrage the hulking mass of teeth and anger. We have just enough time to exchange an anxious glance before I’m caught up in its jaws, whipping through the air. I am immediately limp, as surely every bone from knees to neck are crushed, and I can see my own blood showering my friends below.

Boudica, bless her scantily-clad heart, casts dimension door, and I am crumpled in a pool of blood, out of reach. She is thanked for her efforts by being swallowed whole. There is a moment of utter stillness and quiet, and then the others seem crazed in their attack. We only just got her back, and they’ll not be letting her go without a fight to the death.

Feeling foolish that I thought the beast would return my admiration, I heal myself in preparation to enter the fray, but the others make swift work of bringing him down and disemboweling him, allowing for the reemergence of a rather tattered-looking Boudica.

I stagger over and clumsily grope at Boudica’s top, mumbling, “You got a little tear there in your top, right where your…”

“Shut up.”
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Beetle mania
This must be what beetles feel like. Absolutely everything is bigger than me. Just now I chopped through a blade of grass thicker than my thigh. Too bad I can’t skitter over the top of everything like an actual beetle. Or eat my way through the forest, that would be even better. Leave a trail of chewed up greenery. I’d definitely be a black beetle, shiny and cool, with long pincers out front, hey! My whole body would be actual armour, my head an awesome weapon. How many legs do beetles have? I’d be so fast! No one could catch me. I could slide into a ridge in the bark of one of these big old trees and hang out, maybe stick a pincer out once in a while and bite someone passing by. Then slip back in real quick, ha! Sip drops of water off the leaves. Hide in the shadows so big hungry birds don’t mistake me for a snack. Hang out with my beetle friends down in the moss, a band of beetles, that’s right. Talking about the fine lady beetles. This jungle wouldn’t be half so bad if I was a beetle.
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Matando a saudade daquele 7x1
“Era verão. E as folhas sabiam. O solo coberto de gravetos era crocante sob os pés. Aguardara ansioso os catorze anos. Era a primeira vez que meu avô podia me levar para caçar com ele. Não sem muita relutância dos meus pais. O céu estava claro. O velho caminhava a passos largos ao meu lado, e meu tipo ‘atlético’ se esforçava para manter o passo.

Caminhamos até uma clareira e meu avô se agachou atrás de um tronco caído, fazendo mira. Sinalizou para que eu me aproximasse, me olhou nos olhos. ‘Filho, tem poucas coisas realmente prazerosas na vida. Algumas delas você ainda está um pouco novo para conhecer…’ o velho mantinha um olho na mira, claramente sem focar em nada. Depois, prosseguiu com tom grave. ‘Mas uma delas acontecerá hoje.’

Um pouco mais à frente uma raposa se alimentava da carcaça de um corvo. ‘Vovô, você não acha um pouco injusto?’ As sobrancelhas grossas se arquearam e o queixo enrugou. ‘Digo, nós temos uma arma bem grande… se ao menos fosse um leão…’ Vovô afastou ligeiramente a arma, ponderou e me disse em tom amargo. ‘A segunda coisa que você vai aprender hoje, filho: a vida não é justa. Infelizmente, para essa raposa, os leões tem a sorte de morar na região mediterrânea, e não é tão fácil chegar lá de carro. Você nunca sabe o que pode acontecer. Nós nos entregamos à nossa própria sorte. Não temos muita escolha. Espero que essa coitada saiba correr, porque se depender da sorte…’ Respirou profundamente ‘Geralmente as coisas dão errado, mas de vez em quando…’

Interpelei sem muito ânimo: ‘‘De vez em quando’ quer dizer ‘frequentemente’ ou é como quando minha mãe diz que vou poder caçar com você?’ Vovô arfou. ‘Com certeza não é ‘frequentemente’... mas aqui estamos nós, não é mesmo?’ Ele sorriu de leve. ‘Vem, filho, vamos fazer isso juntos.’ Tomei meu posto entre ele e a arma. ‘Apoie no tronco. Cuidado, lembre do treino, não é uma arma de chumbinho, essa garota tem coice. Essa parte vem aqui no ombro. Isso. Agora olha por aqui… consegue vê-la? Bem no centro da mira?’

A pobrezinha estava quase terminando sua última refeição, uma versão minimalista da Santa Ceia. ‘Vovô, eu não sei se quero fazer isso…’ Ele se aproximou do meu ouvido. ‘Ela não vai sofrer, eu prometo. Você precisa confiar mais, filho. Confie na raposa, ela é ágil, sabe se virar. Confie na sorte, é inevitável. Confie em mim. E, mais importante, confie em você.’ Vovô puxou o ferrolho. Um leve *Clack* preparou o dispositivo. A raposa ergueu a cabeça de sobressalto. Ele pressionou meu dedo sobre o gatilho.


POW!


Quando abri os olhos, ela não estava mais na mira, terminava de se esconder em algum arbusto ao fundo. Levantei a cabeça, surpreso. Vovô estava sorrindo ao meu lado. ‘Balas de festim. Você parece aliviado.’ Ele riu. ‘Poucas coisas são realmente prazerosas na vida, filho. Uma delas é saber que seu neto é uma alma generosa e que ele confia em você acima de tudo.’

FIM



“Will, você já tem quase doze anos, realmente precisa começar a matar seus personagens.” A crítica da mãe era sempre a mais severa. Bom, pelo menos a mais severa que Will levava em conta. “Lysa, querida, você viu onde está aquela abotoadura das iniciais? Ah, o Will escreveu outra dessas? É o que dessa vez? Conto, crônica, simbiose incompreensível de composições imagéticas fracas? Ele puxou isso do seu lado da família.”

O pai tirou o papel das mãos dela e passou os olhos por alguns segundos. “Uma raposa cúprea em um fundo verde pastel, que previsível… qual a próxima, azul e laranja?” Will mantinha um sorriso impassível. Agradava-lhe muito ser um estorvo ao pai. Melhor do que ser Judas, ele era a própria Cruz.

“John, por favor, não comece, temos que sair hoje ainda!” O pai se retirou, amassando o papel e o arremessando a um canto da sala. “Bom, Will, você já está grandinho, sabe se cuidar sozinho. Em todo caso, Abelia estará aqui caso precise de algo. Mas, falando sério, Will, o mundo não vive apenas de finais felizes, tente escrever uma cena de morte convincente. E eu não me refiro àqueles sonhos desvairados. Vou precisar correr. Beijos, querido.”

Will sabia que a vida não é só de finais felizes. Na verdade, finais felizes ocorrem apenas “de vez em quando”, e “de vez em quando” definitivamente não quer dizer “frequentemente.” O mundo está cheio de finais não-tão-felizes. Principalmente o mundo de dele. Will não entendia qual era a graça de escrever sobre eles… Mas se os pais insistiam em uma morte convincente, não custava tentar.

Will se esticou para alcançar uma nova folha pautada e começou a escrever. A morte mais convincente e vívida que podia imaginar. Uma que já tinha imaginado e ensaiado milhares de vezes.


“Saímos para caçar. Apenas eu e meus pais. Saí para caçar, apenas eu. E meus pais...
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The Tomb of Dreams
Episode 2.22
Hiemal -- The Circle remains divided

1) Kagirinai, Bright Shadow, and Kumasi travel with the Mnemon group to Heartvale. Along the way, they meet with Niveans who are enthused about the words of the new High Priestess. Kalin puts them in their place. Shadow bids her farewell and departs, in bird form, to Braebrecken.

2) Bright Shadow and Taiphen investigate the Fae Prince known as Fear-Eater. A fearsome figure himself, they discovered that he was training soldiers in Braebrecken's defense--at the cost of a beautiful youth once a month. They waited until the New Moon, then intercepted his ritual. Shadow bound him to a mortal form, and the two of them coerced Fear-Eater to join them.

3) Northern Light and Syndoriel marched toward Maidenstar, gathering a mighty army of Niveans on their way. Syn sped ahead in order to intercept the Icewalker advance party.
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Digestion
Getting eaten by a dinosaur was not as bad as Boudica had feared. It was bad, make no mistake, but the teeth, which were the size of short swords, were what she feared the most, and through some combination of luck and skill, she had avoided them. She found herself with her shoulders braced on the monster’s tongue and her legs braced against the roof of its mouth. The worst part was its horrid breath, which smelled like a butcher’s gut pile on a hot summer day.

She strained with all her strength to pry its mouth open further, in hopes that she could somehow spring clear, but in the blur of those terrifying seconds she could not think of a way to do so without exposing herself to those teeth and being torn in half. But that was not going to happen anyway, for she could barely hold the mouth open, let alone pry the jaws further apart. Even with the strength dwenomer coursing through her muscles, she felt her legs begin to burn and twitch with exhaustion. Then the jaws began to close, pressing her knees back toward her chest. Slowly at first, until her legs gave out and everything went dark.

She felt the slick tissue of the dinosaur’s esophagus tighten around her, felt herself being squeezed downward. She could not breathe, wished that she had cast a Water Breathing spell, but it was too late and why would she have done that anyway? Then she was immersed in liquid that burned her nose and eyes and she held her breath and prayed that this was not the end.

Mirilda would kill it. Or Blaze. And quickly. Then they would cut her free. She prayed for that.

Her skin began to burn, first at the roots of her hair and then everywhere. She tried to kick her legs out but the stomach tightened around her and her legs buckled.

The dark that was all around her grew darker. But how? She realized that it was her that was darkening, that she was losing consciousness. Dying. Oh gods, she prayed.

Then there was a sudden shift, and she felt herself pitching sideways. Then a dull tremor of impact. She did not know what this meant. She could not think. Everything was so dark.

Then there was light, and she was looking up at the canopy of jungle, the dim sunlight through the leaves. All around her were her companions’ faces. Oh gods, she was alive. She could see Blaze’s lips moving, his hand held over her as if in prayer. Then she felt her strength begin to return.

She turned and coughed a spittle of the dinosaur’s stomach acid from her lungs. Swallowed by a dinosaur now. She was ready to find that damned Halfling and go home.
Session: Game Session 41 - Sunday, Jun 10 2018 from 4:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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