Moriurya

(( Vocal reading of this piece available here.

Much of the Company noticed my growing belly, now that I am almost halfway along and have gained eight pounds. My armor fit me like normal until yesterday, when this bulge popped up in my sleep. Why does this child think he can just roll around and stretch out my abs, rubbing against the backside of them until it is smooth and comfy? I may have created the little thing, but that doesn’t give right to abuse my insides.

When one awakes from sleepless slumber,
One feels empty,
Confused.

        ((was listening to this song when the idea for the post came to me))

         He hadn't felt this kind of pain in years. His chest was sore, his eyes were bleary and his breath came in short gasps.

But it wasn't because of his illness.

Satin drapes carress my cheek as I look upon the morning dew drops glissening off the sunlit clearing of the surrounding forest from my window. The light of dawn has already passed, yet the glow of the awakening earth tingles within my eyes. My heart flutters with happiness, yet a tear runs down my silk covered arm, staining the white fabric with a very fine gray.

This must be what it feels like to walk on a cloud...

His heart was beating like a Seventh-legion chain gun. His face was red and the broadest grin he'd worn in a long, long time was stretched across his scarred visage. Everything was perfect. His heart was overflowing with joy. Things that had brought him down and depressed him had faded away to nothingness. He truly happy for the first time in ages. The half-elf could see the scene play over on the underside of his eyelids every time they closed.

"Get out there!" a muffled voice cried out.

( Listen to this wonderful song. )

“I told you all of this before If you would just listen a moment and stop accusing me of things you would have all the information you are asking for!”

Kenon hates Blood Knights, or at least pushy, in-your-face Blood Knights

(( Started from "Safe in Silvermoon?" ))

"Rya ... Rya you need to go through the portal...."

Why is there so much blood?

"Rya! Rya, go now!"

Dimetri? Where am I going? Why are you not coming? Who's blood is that? ... Dimetri?

"Don't you touch her, Sunblade!"

Who are you yelling at, Dimetri? I am the only Sunblade here ...

"Now, Kenon! Take her now!"

No, Dimetri! Don't make me leave you! No!

So simple.

Children's Week - Moriurya and Gil

Ranas set a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder. "Hey come on, don't talk to him like that?"

"Or what?" Bearyn seethed through his self righteous sneer. "He'll send me packing without the ten silver pieces he's paying us to dismantle this old shack?"

"No, I'm more concerned that he's about to haul off and break your nose." Ranas tugged at his brother to stand down while shooting an apologetic expression up to Ivor.

 Ivor's narrow stare didn't do much to warn the beligerant elf away. Rather it seemed to encourage him. His indignance gave Ranas' scrutiny purchase to rise into an attack. The argument seemed to come out of nowhere. Ivor had led a small detail of laborers to the Ghostlands shore to dismantle and scavenge lumber from a captured Kal'Dorei outpost. Ivor brought the twins on in hopes that it would lift their spirits and help out with their ailing mother. He had no inkling of the sort of axe Baeryn had to grind.

With a creak of leathery skin, a boned body turned to stare at Rya with yellowed, rheamy eyes. The undeath gave what could only be a grin as five other bodies -not living, but certainly not dead- rose awkwardly to their feet.

She was gone.

I had to deal with that, even if I didn't want to. The house was vacant; the ricochet of our voices would no longer bounce around its cozy walls.

Now when I came home, it no longer felt like home.

I miss you, Tal.

Ivor had met with the Regency earlier that week. His petition was humble and pandered to their desire to not be bothered by the ruined half of the Capitol or the disenfranchised that live there. He was named Warden of Falconwing and given a very stingy budget. He wasn't sure how best to allot the gold, but he was determined to stretch it for all it was worth in the citizens' interest.

To make sure enough resources went into labor and general welfare, Ivor had been putting thought to policing the area. Surely he could deputize a few men, but that would be a costly payroll. The Blood Knights clearly didn't care about the ruins. They would only pass through from time to time to survey potential threats from the wretched. The Blood Hawks stationed there were almost entirely corrupt. Ivor had taken to practically bribing them to refrain from their ritual abuses and interrogations.

Red

Why was it so comfortable?

"Bad place for a fight," a voice whispered in his ear.

"It is," Dimetri agreed lightly, then caught himself. He was suddenly terrified. Someone was walking along just behind him. Just a shadow, just a shape at his shoulder.

((A backstory to "... In a Far Away Land ..." ))

How foolish I am to tell you this story here.