| A Cow's Love, or Tellin' Tales |
[Jan. 24th, 2005|10:23 pm] |
It has been 378 years, 257 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Silver Unicorn.
It is currently fall and it is dusk.
A thick bank of clouds obscures nearly all of the sky above.
Silvy has had me huntin' of late. I swear that she only knows one tune, an' she's taught it to Mac as well... 'Weapons, weapons, weapons'.
To break up the monotony, I listen to the thoughts of everyone else, an' sometimes join in the conversation. An' since I was in a mischievous mood today (dancin' with leucros for anlas after anlas can make anyone a lil crazy), things went somethin' like this...
Chatter[Azimee] an' I'm happy to meet ye, Racquel, e'en at this distance. I apologize for gettin' sidetracked there.
Chatter[Racquel] Thank you ma'am..and you are...?
Chatter[Tallnavor] she's no one to believe when it comes to stories about me
Chatter[Azimee] I'd be Azimee... gypsy songbird. An' I'd ne'er tell lies about ye, Tall. Or about how much ye adore yer cow.
Chatter[Tallnavor] damn you Azi!
Chatter[Azimee] Ye just refuse to admit how much she means to ye.
Chatter[Tallnavor] about as much as firewood
Chatter[Holdenn] oh yeah, I need to hear about the cow
Chatter[Racquel] I could go the rest of my life without hearing any cow lovestories!
Chatter[Azimee] Oh, Holdenn, ye missed it. She leaped into his arms, her soulful eyes gazin' deep into his... an' mooed her love for him. Everyone saw it!
Chatter[Dayin] I wish I saw it...
Chatter[Tallnavor] you didn't miss anything Dayin
Chatter[Solstitia] my hen and my puppet are getting married soon, you are all coming yes?!
Chatter[Holdenn] holy cow! I'm still catching my breath!
Chatter[Azimee] Dun mind us, Racquel... most of our delusions are fairly harmless...
Chatter[Racquel] Aye but the poor cow..
Chatter[Tallnavor] that cow and die and rot for all I care
Chatter[Holdenn] You are the best Azimee, you actually made Tall shut up for a few seconds
Chatter[Dayin] I dont know Sols, do I have to attend sober? Or even awake?
Chatter[Azimee] Aye, I know... Tall spurned her. If ye listen, ye can hear her plaintive moos in the bushes when he's nearby.
Chatter[Tallnavor] I hate that cow
Chatter[Racquel] He told me it was the wind..I KNEW it was a cow...poor thing..
Chatter[Azimee] Aye, tis a sad tale, really.
Chatter[Nazirre] Got beef?
Chatter[Solstitia] the poor cowie!
Chatter[Tallnavor] you keep telling that story and I'm going to start throwing gweths away again
Chatter[Azimee] Tall... the next time we have a storytellin' contest. I have m'story ready.
Chatter[Holdenn] I wanna be there when you tell that story
Chatter[Azimee] Sedrig mentioned holdin' a gala ball so we can show off the jewelry an' other creations he's made. Mayhap I'll speak to him about a storytellin' contest or a story circle. |
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| Masquerade |
[Nov. 17th, 2004|09:18 pm] |
It has been 377 years, 385 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently winter and it is mid-afternoon.
The sky is a sharp, clear blue.
Just north of 'Haven is a path to an abandoned castle... nae one seems to know who or what once lived there, an' it seems to have been forgotten long ago.
The Lady Eibhinne held a masquerade ball within the castle walls last evenin', an' I decided to attend for a short while. I dug out a fancy gown an' m'pirate queen mask an' joined in the fun. I'm certain Eraewyn would have been jealous of the figure I cut, had she seen me...
There were quite a number of masked folk I recognized, an' a few that I couldnae place... one was as stiff an' formal as Anamir e'er was, but introduced himself as Sir Gaenceven of Therengia. He was gatherin' eggs for ammunition when I first caught sight of him, declarin' that he always won his battles... an' he did win several egg skirmishes, leavin' his opponents covered in yolk.
At first he refused to dance, but did finally consent (albeit grudgingly) when I pressed the issue. An' he did quite well, e'en if he did insist he would tromp on m'toes. I truly wish I hadnae had to leave the party so soon, but I had other obligations to tend to for a bit.
This afternoon finds me on the roof of the castle, though... gazin' out o'er the city of Riverhaven. Sir Gaenceven puzzles me. He reminds me of someone, someone other than Anamir, but I cannae put m'finger on who or why. Mayhap 'twill come to me later... |
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[Jul. 21st, 2004|06:45 pm] |
It has been 376 years, 308 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Emerald Dolphin.
It is currently fall and it is late evening.
A steady rain falls from dark skies above.
Where did the summer go? It seems like the whole world is holding it's breath.
Raenilar has ensconced himself in the Great Tower in Shard and his troops still guard the gates, though they seem to pay little attention to us. There has been nae word from the Three... or at least none that I have heard.
The trials for various war crimes are yet to be held. Mayhap the prosecutors are still gatherin' their evidence, I dunno.
Soon enough, Grondor will be back an' attempt to claim what he says is his birthright. Theren's year of reprieve will be o'er.
I dun look forward to more war... yet it seems inevitable. |
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[May. 26th, 2004|09:52 pm] |
It has been 376 years, 85 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Emerald Dolphin.
It is currently spring and it is midday.
The sky is very cloudy.
The Ferdahl is dead, at Raenilar's hand.
An' I amnae sure how I feel about it. Part of me rails at the stubbornness of a ruler who refused to listen to reason an' leave her tower, instead goin' to meet this 'King' on his terms, with so many of his men at his back.
An' part of me mourns the loss of Ilithi's queen. I dunno why I feel it so deeply, either... I didnae know her well at all. Shard, while lovely, was ne'er all that high on m'list of favorite places to visit. I've always preferred wilder lands to the structured artistry of the city.
So now we plot an' plan to harry Raenilar's forces. Morganae lost the one small contingent of troops she sent, an' tis doubtful she will send more. She may change her mind when she's reminded that Raenilar will look to her next for revenge. Twas she who ceded Corik the land where Shard now stands, puttin' in motion the circumstances that drove the outcasts from that place.
Grondor's troops have been sent north to the desert, to crush Raenilar's forces there an' cut off any reinforcements from that quarter. An' Grondor himself has been spotted within the city. I think he'd like to personally thrust one of his spears through Raenilar's treacherous heart.
Aye, the general is our ally for now... For a rather hefty fee, the pirate wench provided proof that Raenilar planned to betray him, an' Grondor despises traitors with a passion. Therengia will still have to deal with him, but they have a year's reprieve an' that will give them time to prepare.
I wish this war were o'er already, though... |
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[May. 11th, 2004|09:04 pm] |
It has been 376 years, 24 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Emerald Dolphin.
It is currently winter and it is late evening.
The night winter sky is a crisp, clear, starry black.
A letter finally arrived from Justin. He is safe. He is well. An' he is alive. An' with that reassurance, I can start to truly take an interest in what goes on around me again.
The fightin' was fierce today, apparently. While the barricade at Dirge had been broken down, it was rebuilt an' the battle to break it again begun. I amnae sure what else happened, because I wasnae there... but Grondor eventually came to parley.
Lady Aemmin was at the parley as well... I think this duty might have fallen to her father normally, but he barely holds onto the thread of his life yet. Much was said, an' much washed o'er me since I didnae know all of what went on earlier, but a few comments struck me.
( Read more... ) |
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| Shosandu |
[Apr. 23rd, 2004|11:59 pm] |
It has been 376 years, 1 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Emerald Dolphin.
It is currently winter and it is early morning.
A thick bank of grey clouds fills the sky from horizon to horizon.
Shosandu. New beginnings. And the day is as grey as I feel.
I wish Justin would write, that I would hear somethin', anythin' at all... An' I pray that Asketi didnae find him when she rode... |
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[Apr. 18th, 2004|12:37 am] |
It has been 375 years, 329 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad.
It is currently fall and it is late evening.
A few scattered clouds drift in the night skies above.
I was sittin' quietly in the taproom at the Guilded Unicorn when Karovaas walked in an' bought a drink. I guess walkin' was thirsty business, since he barely spared me a glance before finishin' his drink an' leavin' again. When I mentioned that I hadnae expected to see him out an' about, he did deign to indicate that he doesnae wander the roads without reason, so I headed for Crossin'. I figured the only thing that might call him away from his research would be a summons from a guildleader.
I was right, too...
He was as arrogant as usual, makin' m'skin crawl with his superior manner an' his disdain for us. But he did allow that his grudge was primarily with Siryn an' the songsworn, an' that Medmaev wishes to destroy the entire guild, so he will turn his attention to discoverin' what he may about the contraption Medmaev is makin' from the bones of those he tortures an' kills.
Ryken an' I contributed lil to the conversation, just a few details about what the mages had seen through their familiars' eyes on my part, an' a bit about the attack on the guild that resulted in Silvyrfrost's capture on Ryken's part.
We have another meetin' in a few days, to go o'er the plans we discussed earlier. Hopefully with Silvy there to guide the discussion, we can fill in enough details to allow us to proceed... |
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| Rumors of war... |
[Apr. 17th, 2004|01:02 pm] |
It has been 375 years, 328 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad.
It is currently fall and it is night.
A few scattered clouds drift in the night skies above.
It seems as if the busier I am, the less I write. Findin' the time for reflection has been difficult of late, an' there are days when I wish I could go back to m'life as a carefree wanderer.
Rumors of war abound... if it hasnae been officially declared, it will be soon, once our leaders decide exactly who they should declare against. Goblins, ogres an' orcs have settled into the ol' Gorbesh fortress near Dirge. People have been dyin' in droves as they throw themselves against the barrier, tryin' to take back the fort.
The Songsworn Tasdrean managed to escape Medmaev's clutches, but then apparently went back to infiltrate Yalleck's camp. He was there when Silvyrfrost was abducted, an' helped her to escape but was discovered a few days later... he died an' departed rather than fall into Medmaev's hands once more. Yalleck is workin' for Medmaev now, it seems... the very thought makes m'blood run cold.
Daler has proved himself adept at stumblin' o'er those bards who have escaped from Medmaev an' his cohorts. Mayhap I should just follow him around everywhere... At any rate, Silvyrfrost is safe in the guildhall with a squad of Zoluren soldiers watchin' the door. Tasdrean has headed north to 'Haven, an' Saecihlaya is visitin' Ratha.
Silvyrfrost wants us to present a plan... a plan of action that will allow us to move against Medmaev. I wish I were any good at plannin'... I do m'best to defend what I set out to protect, but strategy escapes me. I always left that part to Justin. I miss him more an' more of late... I would give anythin' to hear from him, that he is allright an' nae lyin' dead somewhere. All the fear an' uncertainty of nae knowin' Sinklar's fate for so long is comin' back to haunt me, but wearin' Justin's face this time...
We did hold a meetin' among the more active bards, an' a few plans were proposed. I tend to feel they are still too sketchy on the details, more wishful thinkin' than actual plans of action. We know so lil of substance, though, that tis hard to come up with anythin' more concrete. An' I hate to ask for too much help from others, when their attention is turned toward the threat of humanoid armies invadin' Zoluren... Medmaev is a bard concern, an' bards should be able to deal with him. |
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| Another year older |
[Apr. 8th, 2004|08:05 pm] |
It has been 375 years, 289 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Iron Toad.
It is currently fall and it is early evening.
A steady rain falls from dark skies above.
Today is m'birthday. I dunno why tis important to note that, but it is. I'd hoped to celebrate it somehow, mayhap e'en go an' visit the twins, but things didnae work out quite that way.
I'm havin' second thoughts about movin' Jherrid an' Miia to Langenfirth. I'd wanted them closer to me, but with the orcs raidin' so often I nae longer think tis such a good idea to bring them to the mainland...
Solstitia discovered a goblin unit up near the ol' Gorbesh fort where the orc general has entrenched his troops. Several of us went up to see what they were guardin', an' wound up fightin' 'em off... beyond them was a barricade, an' behind that more troops that shot volleys of arrows an' poured boilin' oil down on us.
We tested their strength a bit, but didnae find a way to take down the barricade for the moment. Ieon claimed to know all about barricades an' spent a bit of time struttin' around an' offerin' his 'advice'. He an' his sraan try to walk the fence, but I think they may have gone too far this time, claimin' that the elf, the blackfire mage, an' the orc general are their friends.
I know that I, for one, will ne'er again lift a finger for them. If I am to aid someone, I prefer to know where their loyalties lie. The mur are just as apt to betray those that have helped them if they think they can gain an' advantage by doin' so.
After the skirmish at the barricade, we headed north to the gates of Theren. A Therengian company arrived an' set up seige weapons, then half of them moved south so that they could guard the trail to the fort. We spoke for a time with Lord Paragon Larinsol, an' he gave us some basic trainin' with the seige engines. Hopefully when the time comes, we remember how to use 'em.
Larinsol also confided his suspicion that the general had left the fort an' the troops there were simply a decoy while he makes his move elsewhere. Since the general isnae one to hide behind his troops, I tend to agree with the Lord Paragon. The thought worries me... |
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| Interlude |
[Apr. 7th, 2004|07:33 pm] |
It has been 375 years, 288 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Iron Toad.
It is currently fall and it is night.
Dark clouds obscure the night sky above.
I have held m'self rather aloof from things since the Trickster had his fun with us. I should really pass on the tablet that we found in Undershard to someone with more interest in those affairs. Mayhap Danxiuls would like it...
Oh, I have heard rumblings that pirates an' orcs have been attackin', an' such. I walked out into the streets of Shard at the tail end of one such attack... pirates had apparently ransacked the forges as well as armor and weapon shops, makin' off with several crates of goods.
For the most part I have been up near the Dragonspine, hopin' to find some trace of a trail to Medmaev's lair... nae that I know what I would do if I found it, mind ye. Probly see where it goes an' wind up gettin' m'self captured, to be honest... |
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