Monday, July 25, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Lonely Waltz
Location: Raven Hill, Duskwood
Lunar Phase: Waxing Gibbous
Note: Irregular sleep patterns, dwelling is unseasonably cold and worgen howling close to settlement
I was dancing, dancing again, just as I was able to do before the war. A slow waltz, turning slowly, gently stepping to the slow beat of the music. I was by myself, though, dancing alone as I have been for months. The floorboards creak and strain under my own meager weight, and the heels of my boots tap lightly with each step.
It's a lonely existence. There is nothing but a fine mist in the air, and the dust of ages on the floor. No sound save for what I make. I'm dancing alone.
Analysis: The coven is destroyed. What little there remained with Miss Saudeco has all but evaporated, and Vosmus's own plans with Miss Solase have failed spectacularly. Some strange magical disease had plagued society, and for some reason, the Ledgermain Lounge was used as a quarantine point-- given my flat is above the esablishment, I gathered what things that were important to me and stashed them in my workshop. I came to Vosmus thereafter. We're squatting in this abandoned house atop Raven Hill, two old souls with failing bodies and minds, researching and hardly sleeping. We might die here. We might go insane here. I can't tell. I hate it. I want Urien, but I've not heard from him in months. I fear he has succumbed to the disease, or that his spell has failed, or that he simply doesn't want me any longer...
Lunar Phase: Waxing Gibbous
Note: Irregular sleep patterns, dwelling is unseasonably cold and worgen howling close to settlement
I was dancing, dancing again, just as I was able to do before the war. A slow waltz, turning slowly, gently stepping to the slow beat of the music. I was by myself, though, dancing alone as I have been for months. The floorboards creak and strain under my own meager weight, and the heels of my boots tap lightly with each step.
It's a lonely existence. There is nothing but a fine mist in the air, and the dust of ages on the floor. No sound save for what I make. I'm dancing alone.
Analysis: The coven is destroyed. What little there remained with Miss Saudeco has all but evaporated, and Vosmus's own plans with Miss Solase have failed spectacularly. Some strange magical disease had plagued society, and for some reason, the Ledgermain Lounge was used as a quarantine point-- given my flat is above the esablishment, I gathered what things that were important to me and stashed them in my workshop. I came to Vosmus thereafter. We're squatting in this abandoned house atop Raven Hill, two old souls with failing bodies and minds, researching and hardly sleeping. We might die here. We might go insane here. I can't tell. I hate it. I want Urien, but I've not heard from him in months. I fear he has succumbed to the disease, or that his spell has failed, or that he simply doesn't want me any longer...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
A Letter
Urien,
I don't know where to find you reliably, so I am leaving this with the priests at the Cathedral in hopes that you receive this. Where are you?
I've not seen you since I gave you the amulet and I worry for you. I need to follow up with the amulet, and make sure it is working properly. If it's not, we maybe able to prevent further damage, if not reverse it.
I can't come to see you in Stormwind for the foreseeable future. It's not safe. Be careful.
--F.P.
I don't know where to find you reliably, so I am leaving this with the priests at the Cathedral in hopes that you receive this. Where are you?
I've not seen you since I gave you the amulet and I worry for you. I need to follow up with the amulet, and make sure it is working properly. If it's not, we maybe able to prevent further damage, if not reverse it.
I can't come to see you in Stormwind for the foreseeable future. It's not safe. Be careful.
--F.P.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Children
Location: Ledgermain Lounge, Dalaran
Lunar Phase: Waxing Crescent
Note: Spectacular aurora this evening.
The journey to Stromgarde, while it deviated significantly from the plan, was successful. I've compiled at least four scrolls for Nessun to go over, and I believe Miss Dray will be providing him with maps and speculations as to where the keep's hidden chambers are. I shall confirm via astral projection.
It has been interesting, these last few days. I have confirmed that Miss Dray is carrying Nessun's child, and the girl is terrified. It seems that her schemes to put Nessun in a corner have failed, and that she is the one who has been outwitted simply by the circumstances. She wishes to terminate the child, and I will do what I can to prevent her from doing such.
Nessun cried last night. His son's life was taken from him, and now his remains and soul is in the hands of the Forsaken. I understand his desire for vengeance, and I also understand his desire for another child. If I could give him one myself, I would, but I know that I am physically incapable of carrying a child to term. Emmercy is.
I have yet to find Urien. I'm beginning to suspect that the spell failed.
--F.P.
Note to self: Investigate 'Delahan Division' more closely. Wound-- no-- completely shatter the pride of one Alanden Damoux.
Lunar Phase: Waxing Crescent
Note: Spectacular aurora this evening.
The journey to Stromgarde, while it deviated significantly from the plan, was successful. I've compiled at least four scrolls for Nessun to go over, and I believe Miss Dray will be providing him with maps and speculations as to where the keep's hidden chambers are. I shall confirm via astral projection.
It has been interesting, these last few days. I have confirmed that Miss Dray is carrying Nessun's child, and the girl is terrified. It seems that her schemes to put Nessun in a corner have failed, and that she is the one who has been outwitted simply by the circumstances. She wishes to terminate the child, and I will do what I can to prevent her from doing such.
Nessun cried last night. His son's life was taken from him, and now his remains and soul is in the hands of the Forsaken. I understand his desire for vengeance, and I also understand his desire for another child. If I could give him one myself, I would, but I know that I am physically incapable of carrying a child to term. Emmercy is.
I have yet to find Urien. I'm beginning to suspect that the spell failed.
--F.P.
Note to self: Investigate 'Delahan Division' more closely. Wound-- no-- completely shatter the pride of one Alanden Damoux.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Amulet
Location: Ledgermain Lounge, Dalaran
Lunar Phase: Waxing Crescent
I gave Urien the amulet. The one that I'd told him I could make, that I spent weeks on, that would absorb the ice radiating from his being and allow me to touch him once again. I asked him if he wanted it for sure, and he did. I put it around his neck. He shuddered and silently screamed as the ice fell from his body in chunks. He kept shivering.
I've not seen him in days.
I'm so worried. I don't think a spell like that could kill someone who is already dead, but... I don't want him to suffer. He's suffered for so long already, I only wanted to help!
I've been up for days with my worry. Mister Alito, Miss Dray and I will be leaving for the Highlands soon. I need to see him before we leave.
--F.P.
Lunar Phase: Waxing Crescent
I gave Urien the amulet. The one that I'd told him I could make, that I spent weeks on, that would absorb the ice radiating from his being and allow me to touch him once again. I asked him if he wanted it for sure, and he did. I put it around his neck. He shuddered and silently screamed as the ice fell from his body in chunks. He kept shivering.
I've not seen him in days.
I'm so worried. I don't think a spell like that could kill someone who is already dead, but... I don't want him to suffer. He's suffered for so long already, I only wanted to help!
I've been up for days with my worry. Mister Alito, Miss Dray and I will be leaving for the Highlands soon. I need to see him before we leave.
--F.P.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Dream Log, Entry IX
Location: Dalaran
Lunar Phase: Waning Gibbous
My dream takes place in Andorhal, this time, before the war. The house Urien and I shared is intact, and I am in the study taking notes. He is sitting on the opposite end of the room, mending his tabard. My form in the dream is how my body used to be; strong, in shape, with flesh on the bones to go along with my skin. My hair is long, dark, full again, and my back does not ache from the sting of my own self mutilation.
I don't notice that my form is not on the physical plane until I get over to Urien. He doesn't notice me until a few minutes later. I hold out my hand to him, and it goes through his arm. Despite my spectral form, we dance, my hands hovering over his shoulder, and his over my waist. Our outstretched hands are inches apart as we twirl about the room in a slow waltz.
We looked like the dancing couple in a music box, going round and round. I can't recall when our music box's song ended.
I don't remember the end of this dream.
Analysis & Notes:
Last night was the first night I'd slept in a long while. Mister Alito put me to bed, and must've stayed with me until after I had fallen asleep. I had to rely upon a shot of whiskey and several medicinal herbs to do the trick, but I feel refreshed. I was avoiding sleep, as all of my recent dreams have been horrific nightmares. This is the first that has not startled me into wakefulness an hour or two after I've closed my eyes.
I believe that the content of this dream reflects much of what happened last evening. I had long ago become adept at astral projection, or rather, projecting my consciousness through the nether itself and then another step further to manifest spell effects onto the physical plane. I did it in front of Mister Alito last evening, and my consciousness took the form of myself, perhaps fifteen years ago. Mister Alito and I danced, and my leg did not ache.
I wish to practice more, but I am afraid to leave my body unattended while I do so. When my consciousness returned to me, I felt as if I was just about ready to drown, and couldn't breathe enough air to sate my lungs. I will contact Mister Alito to attempt this again, although I believe I need to devise some sort of failsafe to pull me out of the slumber, so to speak, should anything happen.
--F.P.
Lunar Phase: Waning Gibbous
My dream takes place in Andorhal, this time, before the war. The house Urien and I shared is intact, and I am in the study taking notes. He is sitting on the opposite end of the room, mending his tabard. My form in the dream is how my body used to be; strong, in shape, with flesh on the bones to go along with my skin. My hair is long, dark, full again, and my back does not ache from the sting of my own self mutilation.
I don't notice that my form is not on the physical plane until I get over to Urien. He doesn't notice me until a few minutes later. I hold out my hand to him, and it goes through his arm. Despite my spectral form, we dance, my hands hovering over his shoulder, and his over my waist. Our outstretched hands are inches apart as we twirl about the room in a slow waltz.
We looked like the dancing couple in a music box, going round and round. I can't recall when our music box's song ended.
I don't remember the end of this dream.
Analysis & Notes:
Last night was the first night I'd slept in a long while. Mister Alito put me to bed, and must've stayed with me until after I had fallen asleep. I had to rely upon a shot of whiskey and several medicinal herbs to do the trick, but I feel refreshed. I was avoiding sleep, as all of my recent dreams have been horrific nightmares. This is the first that has not startled me into wakefulness an hour or two after I've closed my eyes.
I believe that the content of this dream reflects much of what happened last evening. I had long ago become adept at astral projection, or rather, projecting my consciousness through the nether itself and then another step further to manifest spell effects onto the physical plane. I did it in front of Mister Alito last evening, and my consciousness took the form of myself, perhaps fifteen years ago. Mister Alito and I danced, and my leg did not ache.
I wish to practice more, but I am afraid to leave my body unattended while I do so. When my consciousness returned to me, I felt as if I was just about ready to drown, and couldn't breathe enough air to sate my lungs. I will contact Mister Alito to attempt this again, although I believe I need to devise some sort of failsafe to pull me out of the slumber, so to speak, should anything happen.
--F.P.
Monday, February 21, 2011
OOC: Character Soundtrack
I have been meaning to post one of these for awhile now so, here you go.
1. "Criminal" -Fiona Apple
2. "I Can't Decide" -Scissor Sisters
3. "Angry Johnny" -Poe
4. "Brand New Lover" -The Servant
5. "#1 Crush" -Garbage
6. "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" -Rufus Wainwright
7. "Destroying Angel" -Sneaker Pimps
8. "Winter in My Heart" -VAST
9. "Please" -Nine Inch Nails (note: video also relevant to Faro's character. NSFW.)
10. "Ironspy" -Splashdown
11. "Let the Poison Spill From Your Throat" -The Faint
1. "Criminal" -Fiona Apple
2. "I Can't Decide" -Scissor Sisters
3. "Angry Johnny" -Poe
4. "Brand New Lover" -The Servant
5. "#1 Crush" -Garbage
6. "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" -Rufus Wainwright
7. "Destroying Angel" -Sneaker Pimps
8. "Winter in My Heart" -VAST
9. "Please" -Nine Inch Nails (note: video also relevant to Faro's character. NSFW.)
10. "Ironspy" -Splashdown
11. "Let the Poison Spill From Your Throat" -The Faint
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