West Marches - Darkwood
The chilly woods of the Forks had long become a place of ease to Sedriks. The Bard found an easy rapport wandering the shaded places. Logic said he should’ve brought Azais or Quiz, that there would be better safety in numbers, but everyone seemed to be so busy since the escape from Sou’Brook, plots and plans, making ready for the trip to Wyford and gathering information.
Sedriks however, felt strangely cut off. Or maybe himself cut off, distant and nodding, giving out bags of coin when necessary and being strangely ghost like to the others. Until now, away from the guild, walking without rhythm over logs and through bush.
No one followed him, and so no one was there to see the slow transition from Sedriks the Bard to Ceridwen the….whatever she was.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
West Marches - Between Friends
West Marches - Between Friends
It is midmorning, the guild hall at the Forks is already coming to life, Riders are attending to supplies, equipment, the smell of Cecil cooking bacon wafts through the halls.
But in the far wing of rooms, Sedriks' door is closed and silent. The bard having been carried there after the magical exertion of opening a gateway between trees. Lute prowls outside the door, occasionally scratching at the wood to no avail.
It is midmorning, the guild hall at the Forks is already coming to life, Riders are attending to supplies, equipment, the smell of Cecil cooking bacon wafts through the halls.
But in the far wing of rooms, Sedriks' door is closed and silent. The bard having been carried there after the magical exertion of opening a gateway between trees. Lute prowls outside the door, occasionally scratching at the wood to no avail.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Life - Exhaust
Life - Exhaust
There are moments in my life when the incandescent rage in my chest burns out. It sputters and coughs, dying into weak embers.
And I feel cold... and empty.
It's moments like those, I wonder what's really holding me together, except for this strange
self induced agony.
There are moments in my life when the incandescent rage in my chest burns out. It sputters and coughs, dying into weak embers.
And I feel cold... and empty.
It's moments like those, I wonder what's really holding me together, except for this strange
self induced agony.
Saturday, February 23, 2019
Quotes - Energy - Stephen King
Quotes - Energy - Stephen King
"The energy you drew on so extravagantly when you were a kid, the energy you thought would never exhaust itself - that slipped away somewhere between eighteen and twenty-four, to be replaced by something much duller, something as bogus as a coke high: purpose, maybe, or goals, or whatever rah-rah junior Chamber of Commerce word you wanted to use. It was no big deal; it didn't go all at once, with a bang. And maybe, Richie thought, that's the scary part. How you didn't stop being a kid all at once, with a big explosive bang, like one of that clown's trick balloon. The kid in you just leaked out, like the air of a tire."-Stephen King
Friday, February 8, 2019
Life - Quiet New Year
Life - Quiet New Year
It was Lunar New Year earlier this week.
There are a bunch of traditions around New Year. You're not supposed to shower away the good luck on the day, or shave. You're supposed to have already cleaned the night before, so there are many places for luck, prosperity, and happiness to fill.
I didn't really do that.
I worked late on a stressful project.
Picked up a quick to go meal.
Ate alone, listened to music, and went to sleep.
It's the most depressing Lunar New Year I've had in forever. Except for calling my own parents, no other phone calls, no other real well wishes. Just a really empty moment.
It's weird, because I keep looking at the last few weeks of my life, which seem to be filled with work and walking through the dark. I've become like those Salarymen, collecting a paycheque for doing a bunch of managerial work that feels...empty.
It was Lunar New Year earlier this week.
There are a bunch of traditions around New Year. You're not supposed to shower away the good luck on the day, or shave. You're supposed to have already cleaned the night before, so there are many places for luck, prosperity, and happiness to fill.
I didn't really do that.
I worked late on a stressful project.
Picked up a quick to go meal.
Ate alone, listened to music, and went to sleep.
It's the most depressing Lunar New Year I've had in forever. Except for calling my own parents, no other phone calls, no other real well wishes. Just a really empty moment.
It's weird, because I keep looking at the last few weeks of my life, which seem to be filled with work and walking through the dark. I've become like those Salarymen, collecting a paycheque for doing a bunch of managerial work that feels...empty.
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