mind games

( Rated blog -MA-. Read at your own risk, but do enjoy.)

Damn it Druz you could have at least been a little clearer about how nasty the effects of Artressa’s soul stone would be on a person.  The stone was warm this morning to the touch as it almost got what it wanted today before I realized what it was doing to me.  Trying to get me to consume mana.

There was an odd nagging sensation before going to sleep last night and this morning I woke to an urge to feed.    Desire forcing me dig through my belongings to find the mana I stole from Saviero to keep him from using it.  The only thing stopping me from downing the whole damn bottle to enjoy its contents was the part of my mind screaming at me this was the crap Druz mixed up to bring Saviero under his control.

Deep in the plaguelands, stood a bastion of hope and tenacity. Existing for nearly a decade, Light's Hope Chapel stood against all the Scourge would throw in the southern campaign for world dominance. But here, it would play out a story of an Argent Captain and a Duke of old....

Tipping his hat ar her, Starscythe grinned. "Fun foray into the ancient school, no?" She quietly buffed a dent out of her plated chestpiece in her hands, adjusting a faceted jewel in it's socket. "Yup!" Looking down at her chest -- faceted jewel, smiling to speak yet again. "How often do you sojourn into those areas?"

She was to reply when the earth shook, blinking at just that with a look of panic about her face. Walking over to her, he held her shoulders firmly. "Be still. Let your heart be as stoic as your faith, the earth does move from time to time."

Fealydra walks around Silvermoon city she is at a loss for words at this point her mind wonders. Finding a safe place in the city she slides down the ivory wall the blood from the gash on her back makes a lovely red smear down the wall as she sits, her armor scrapes as her ass finally touches the ground. Fealydra sighs slightly making more blood run down her chin from the broken glass made by her poison capsule that broke in her mouth. She swishes blood in her mouth and collects more shards as she spits the blood to the right of her small ting is heard by the glass hitting the floor. "Fucking bitch..Thinking I should be around always."

   I have always found that there is a certain measure of comfort that can be found in throwing oneself into work. For me, the simmering cauldron and gentle bubbling of either a potion here or a soup there is particularly soothing for my mind. And at this point, I had worries that I did not wish to truly acknowledge. 

 GAMES 

{{ This is an event that happened July 16th, 2005. This was only the fourth time I'd RPed with Sashai and I hadn't had any contact with any of the other participants. This started as a random encounter in Darkshore and escalated into one of the best RP experiences any of us have had. One other note: this transcript was made by someone else, so the nasty, evil things Darial actually said to me aren't recorded. His words were so much better and evocative than mine are here. The parts denoted with asterisks were yelled by Darial, italics are stage directions, bold are things Darial projected. Edited for spelling and coherency, notes added to indicate movement. }}

((Warning: Violence and Sexual Themes))

“I would make an excellent logger,” I tell my charge. The flat of my blade slides into the behemoth, spraying shards of its life across my face, and I step aside. My prediction is correct. I’ve cut it down at just the right place and it falls neatly into the mossy forest floor. “I have such a knack, don’t you think?”