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Acacea · 03-02-06, 03:42 PM

Mulnari, Jenra 2, 1397

I have saved the world a hundred times over since I last wrote anything. Funnily enough, life threatening situations and ancient dungeons are just served with morning tea, now. Except that I don't drink tea, and sleep through mornings; but if I had morning tea, it would be served with the crumpets of adventure. Pygmies, snakes, desert dungeons, or Shadow Thieves? No sweat, you've never been to the Minaret of Symphony.

In between feats of greatness, I have met a lot of people...and seen others that have not been around in too long, for various reasons. Aschy was almost a surprise, but it was really only a matter of time. It was naturally spectacular to see him, although I am not sure how I can possibly have an accurate fill-in. Dashing as ever, and apparently no overly large men named Molly tried to accost him while he was in a cell.

I left Athus shortly before that; is it really leaving? I am not really sure, but I am also not the type to wait around and wonder just because I am bound to him through music. Diamond has shown me that they will be broken when the tear falls, and there will be nothing to miss. Love has done nothing to change my original opinion; it's only brought unnecessary grief (not sure how much grief is necessary, now that I think about it!), for me and my friends. For now, there are parties to attend and songs to sing; there is rather little point in pining, after all.

The dwarf, I ran into while going to the bank for a card-wager... I had to circle around invisibly for awhile just to make sure it was the right one. After all, he'd been kinda hovering near death the last I'd seen him, and that was a loooong time ago. I was pretty sure he'd keeled over in the meantime. There was a brief bout of happiness that lasted right up until he opened his mouth, so really nothing was new, there.

I asked him what demon god we had to thank for him not dying yet, since he was looking so much better (better for a dwarf, anyway) than the last time I saw him, and he said "Ah gort bettahr? Ye kin tank Lestahr, iffen ye ain't fergot 'boot 'im alreadeh."

Unicorn or no unicorn, I have never so much wanted to stick a knife into another person before. Ael was painful, maybe, but Turor was nearly carved into pieces. I wavered for only an instant and remembered who I was talking to. He doesn't know anything. He does not understand anything. He never will.

The dead have risen since what we did in Willow's Weep. All kinds of people are "rejoicing." For Gotak. For Rurik. Maybe even for Thordan. It has been years now, but I would neatly wrap all of them and Turor in a package and hand them back to the Soul Mother for one day of bench-sitting with Aleister and a shovel. (Shovel and bench not required.)

03-02-06, 03:42 PM	#45
Acacea Gamemaster Characters Join Date: Jul 2005 Posts: 2,329 Thanks: 122 Thanked 578 Times in 282 Posts	Old and New Mulnari, Jenra 2, 1397 I have saved the world a hundred times over since I last wrote anything. Funnily enough, life threatening situations and ancient dungeons are just served with morning tea, now. Except that I don't drink tea, and sleep through mornings; but if I had morning tea, it would be served with the crumpets of adventure. Pygmies, snakes, desert dungeons, or Shadow Thieves? No sweat, you've never been to the Minaret of Symphony. In between feats of greatness, I have met a lot of people...and seen others that have not been around in too long, for various reasons. Aschy was almost a surprise, but it was really only a matter of time. It was naturally spectacular to see him, although I am not sure how I can possibly have an accurate fill-in. Dashing as ever, and apparently no overly large men named Molly tried to accost him while he was in a cell. I left Athus shortly before that; is it really leaving? I am not really sure, but I am also not the type to wait around and wonder just because I am bound to him through music. Diamond has shown me that they will be broken when the tear falls, and there will be nothing to miss. Love has done nothing to change my original opinion; it's only brought unnecessary grief (not sure how much grief is necessary, now that I think about it!), for me and my friends. For now, there are parties to attend and songs to sing; there is rather little point in pining, after all. The dwarf, I ran into while going to the bank for a card-wager... I had to circle around invisibly for awhile just to make sure it was the right one. After all, he'd been kinda hovering near death the last I'd seen him, and that was a loooong time ago. I was pretty sure he'd keeled over in the meantime. There was a brief bout of happiness that lasted right up until he opened his mouth, so really nothing was new, there. I asked him what demon god we had to thank for him not dying yet, since he was looking so much better (better for a dwarf, anyway) than the last time I saw him, and he said "Ah gort bettahr? Ye kin tank Lestahr, iffen ye ain't fergot 'boot 'im alreadeh." Unicorn or no unicorn, I have never so much wanted to stick a knife into another person before. Ael was painful, maybe, but Turor was nearly carved into pieces. I wavered for only an instant and remembered who I was talking to. He doesn't know anything. He does not understand anything. He never will. The dead have risen since what we did in Willow's Weep. All kinds of people are "rejoicing." For Gotak. For Rurik. Maybe even for Thordan. It has been years now, but I would neatly wrap all of them and Turor in a package and hand them back to the Soul Mother for one day of bench-sitting with Aleister and a shovel. (Shovel and bench not required.)