What Are Words?
Feb12

What Are Words?

(12 Fashanos 5115, An aside from the Harp) I feel the crash of her soul the moment her eyes open. She is still so distant, but yet, turns to me. Ach! There is naught I can do for her but be. Here. With her. Her anguish overwhelms everything, burning; everything except my need for her. She drowns in me, and I can but be the instrument of her undoing. “Dear one? Hear how I cherish you. Now. With…you.” There is no...

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Time After Time
Feb12

Time After Time

(11 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) She reached for the font. Her hand hesitated; she knew what was there – it was always there. Frozen in the grip of a fear she could name, but not explain, she stared into the water for a very long time. She did not want to see that dream again, not tonight. And that was a sin, she realized. She broke into tears all over again and fled the shrine, feeling unworthy. But there was no place to go that...

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The Eye of The … Lynx
Feb11

The Eye of The … Lynx

(10 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) I had just sat down in Town Square to play my harp when the man asked, “Who’s taking me hunting?” I glanced at him and thought to myself, “He seems more than capable of taking himself hunting.” He was a tall elf with piercing crystal green eyes and auburn hair that could use a comb – and an even trim. The Huntmaster wore the scars on his chest and on his leather cloak...

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Third Time is The Charm, Right?
Feb08

Third Time is The Charm, Right?

(7 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) The Spider Temple. Ugh, what a place. I thought it looked like an appropriate place to hunt, and research showed that the acolytes were not supposed to be as dangerous as the priests and priestesses. So I struck out on the adventure. Alone.   The First Trip I told Miss Gingie where I was going and left town on my own up to the trail off of Old Mine Road. Entering the temple, I tip-toed through the...

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Bag of Cookies on the Mountain
Feb06

Bag of Cookies on the Mountain

(5 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) Drektor asks, “You understand this trip is kinda like eatin’ a bag of cookies for dinner?” I had to laugh at that. What an appropriate metaphor. The mountain was Sentoph. The cookies were Storm Giants laid flat out on the ground, (relatively) harmless. And the dinner was for me on this adventure, we had just looted the first giant. Seriously, I did know and understand that I honestly...

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Ladies’ Night Out
Feb05

Ladies’ Night Out

(2 Fashanos 5115: Wehntoph, outside the Landing) This week’s lovely surprise was from that man at the Adventuring Guild, of all people! He has started offering me tasks which are not fatal. I have done more for him in the past week than I have in months. After several successful jobs for him in my regular hunting area (!) he tossed out a few of the usual murderous ones. I think he just wanted to remind me who was in charge. No...

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Fallin’
Feb05

Fallin’

(4 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) As she spoke the words, absolute terror flooded her heart, her everything. She heard her own voice name the song. Or at least the promise of one. And she knew it was a true one. She could not remember thinking the thought, just suddenly, in response to such a simple motion … it was out there. And somehow, she had said it. Aloud. Years of music practice usually helped her in a crisis, so as her...

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Supper
Feb04

Supper

(3 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) “There’s food …” and he nodded to the table. I already smelled the delicious salmon, but someone else was sitting at the table. Truth be told, even if there was not, I would still have waited for his invitation. I always do. I look forward to quiet dinners, but they seem to be more difficult to find of late. Tonight’s star was the wrapped and steamed salmon, which...

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Be With You
Feb04

Be With You

(3 Fashanos 5115: An aside from the harp – confusion) She speaks to everyone else. Rarely to me. Why? I pour my heart out to her, and she does not hear me. There is a fascination when she moves, Each nuance is a wonderment. The ache overwhelms all.  ...

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Caesura
Jan30

Caesura

(15 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) “Every note is a knife”, he said. I think any semblance of composure left me in the flash of time it took for those words to be born. What could I do? My mind spun like the wheels of a cart, stuck in the sand and going nowhere. I sensed my eyes about to betray me and I blinked back the tears quickly. “No crying now, please”, I thought to myself. How would I explain that I was not...

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