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The trees have begun to shrug on their brilliant colors, shedding here and there. I remember when I was younger, when Niklas and I would play within the fallen leaves, and later Alander. I remember trying to teach Adelgar how to do so, and the grunt I received. I recognize it now for fondness. I miss him, oftentimes, my uncle in all but blood. There are many I miss, those lost in battles and those who have simply decided to stop coming around any longer.

Another year in my life is passed. It is strange, how once I never felt any older after a birthday, before. But now I feel the years settling like heavy rocks upon my shoulders. Once, I had little cares. Once, the visions did not plague me in the ways they now do. Once, I never thought I would be in the places I am, now. Once, there was not this darkness in my spirit, staring back at me in the mirror.

I fight it still, the Road's imprint upon me. It gets no easier, as the days go by, as nights pass. But I still refuse to give in, to go gently. It whispers to me now, of a place I've never heard of. I do not dwell on it-- it is best not to. I have other things to live for, and promises given to me.

Sorcha has found her way to the Silverspire, and it gladdens me to hear this news. I look forward to reuniting with her, speaking with her.

Blood Harvest comes in but a few days. A time to remember and forget. My mask is crafted, and the spirits are waiting.

This year, they may get what they want.
An Adventure of Sorts in which the heroes head to the first and last Lyonesse Shadowpath Node to take a look at the castle where Oberon once made his boasts and feasted. Demented Adorable Disney Animals attack the Intrepid Crew in the Forest and Malachi faces those Raccoons. A duel of sorts is had, Niklas has a snack, and the castle in question is run down and abandoned. Also, Celeste is attacked by masonry.

The team formulates some plans on how to repair the node and break to put those plans into motion. This log breaks until next week! It's a two-parter!


Malachi looks over to Lucius, with an air of wondering if this is going to be another one of those 'Don't lick the eldritch power source' learning experiences. )
7th-Nov-2009 12:22 am - Where's Miranda?
A very good question.  It wouldn't really be true to the character, though, to give just one answer; so, instead, here are three equally valid possibilities.  Pick whichever appeals to you most.  You will probably not be far wrong.

Read more... )
6th-Nov-2009 01:03 pm - [OOC] Heading Out
It's been fun, but when RL has kept me so busy I haven't done a scene in two months, it's time for me to bow out. Valentine is off to the jungles of Cibola for the indefinite future, and probably permanently as game-time goes. If there are any lingering plot threads I have with anyone that need wrapping, please drop me +mail, and I'll check that over the next few weeks to work that out.
Benedict has asked Faelin to meet him at the edge of the little city, and to be prepared for hunting. He is in slumming duds, which means he is better-dressed than anyone else here, but nobody is trying to take his clothes from him.

Faelin does Benedict a favour, and ends up with a lungful of air from the Drain. )

4th-Nov-2009 04:51 pm - MUSH is back up
Our hosting service is performing emergency maintenance for the next several hours.

I'll try to have the game up as soon as possible, but I have no idea when this will be.

EDIT (11 pm Eastern): Game is back up and the maintenance window is over.
I have done it, though it pained part of me to do so. I have torn away my bonds and have returned to freedom. Returned to what I am meant to be. And in this freedom, there is a new spark, a new inferno that will soon grow.

I return to Montevalno, to tell my father. But I will not linger there for long, just enough time so that those that wish to make the journey with me might join.

If I see it with my own eyes, perhaps it will leave my dreams. Certainly it may become a nightmare for others, but I must ask myself: Do I really care about them, anymore?
Four as One

3rd-Nov-2009 08:31 am - Thought Pile
My nephew's name was Avril.

I'm not sure what he was doing in Rebma but he was in a fancy gambling house down the street when the earthquake hit. Even the blood of our forebears could not save him from several tons of brick and mortar collapsing on his head. My brother Phaedrus is a terrible man and a worse father. He never did well by any of his sons and Meiriona would not let them in the house.

Avril died in the Horror. I cannot wrap my mind around it. It is just the Horror.

Rebma is shell-shocked. The city is full of the living, walking dead. Everyone lost someone -- a son, a daughter, a parent, a grandparent, a friend. The city was attacked from without. They lost something. Some part of themselves. They have a hole where something once was.

I sat out in a cafe near House Dafydd, ate sushi and looked at all the Rebman flags drifting slowly back and forth in the tide. Everyone has a flag. I didn't know Rebma had so many flags. Small children have flags. Flags are in every window of every standing building.

Hell, even I have a flag now. Because my nephew's name was Avril and he's dead.
2nd-Nov-2009 08:30 am - Thought Pile
If that deep ache you get in your legs from spending too many hours in a museum is called "museum leg," what is that feeling you get when you have sat at too many literary readings? "Literature Butt?"

Because "literature butt" may be the deep forbidden curse of House Chantris.

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