Post by garamond on Nov 22, 2023 5:32:07 GMT
Entry 1:
What is your name?
Cailleadh
What is your occupation?
I guess you could say I am a student of the world.
Pick a scent. Rose, Orange, or Lemongrass?
Lemongrass. Roses give me a headache.
What is your question or problem?
Greetings Miss Gary.
I am writing you because I am confused about my path in life. Recently I was abruptly put through the proverbial wringer so to speak. During my travels, I've been to many lands, and met many people. Some who were good natured, and some who had been corrupted by various things.
In this most recent...let's say "jaunt", the ship I had booked passage on became the target of unknown spirits. These spirits came in the night, quickly and silently pulling men from where they slept and over the side of the boat into a watery grave.
I am unsure of what had awoken me, and surely you must think me a mad man for recounting such an event, but when I tell you that after noticing these spirits, they all seemed to take notice of me. It was then that I knew that the other people aboard the ship had been a snack. I was the main course that they were looking for.
Before I could react, a strange darkness overcame me, and when I had awoken I was face down in the sand of some deserted island. My body ached, my head throbbed, and a cold sinking feeling welled up within me the likes I had never felt before.
I tried to muster up as much strength as I could in order to try and sit up, but it was all I could do to simply open my eyes. I felt so drained. As if years of my life had been stolen from me. I tried to summon what little innate magical talent I could, but nothing came to me.
I had never been much of a magician. I could only heal a few minor cuts and scrapes, and perform a few feats of transformation, but I knew that is what these spirits had taken from me. They had somehow siphoned the gift my mother had bestowed upon me at birth, and now I felt...Normal? Empty? I could come up with a million words, all of them fitting and none of them good enough.
I spent months on that island with very little food and drink, and with no hope of transforming into something and simply attempting to fly or swim home.
To further along my woes in this story, in my ignorance I had built a fire too large one morning before I set out to find enough food to subsist. I suppose the pirates saw the smoke and came to investigate. Perhaps they thought there was easy treasure to be had. Unfortunately for me, I was just strange enough to these men to be considered worth taking and selling.
Much to my dismay, there was a mage of some sort who found either entertainment, or some sort of twisted enlightenment out of...Let's call them "meetings". We met many times, but the last time the mage took something from me that I thought impossible to steal. Truthfull it is no real loss, but it means that I'll never be welcomed back into my mother's homeland should I had wished to return.
To cut a long story short, I am considering hanging up my blade and cutting my losses. Or are the Fates upset with me for not doing enough? Please Miss Gary. I need answers. Should I retire, or should I try to find a new path to walk?
Entry 2:
What is your name?
Kounted
What is your occupation?
Full time Hoarder and Part-time husband.
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass
Orange of course
What is your question or problem?
(Please provide any background information that may apply.)
I seek the advice on what to give my wife for her birthday this year. She has pretty much everything so its really hard to figure this out, without getting it wrong, which tends to be the result of these things for me. Her Birthday is just around the corner before the holidays, so that also presents an issue because I already have to get her presents for the holidays as well. I would like advise on what to get her that wouldnt come off as a passive gift, but also would like her to laugh when she sees what it is. Her laugh makes me smile, which is the only gift i need for myself.
She is a poet and a pretty darn good one. She helps those in need in many ways including wind armors with her weaving/tailoring and other things that are too numerous to list. The main thing i can note about her is that she loves to write. She spends night and day writing on scrolls to help protect people and help boost their mana when it falls short.
If I went into anymore detail about her this message would implode from the sheer mass of the ink used to list it all.
Please help me with this important matter if you are able. If not, then I shall surely be lost.
Thank you kindly in advance for your wisdom,
Kounted
Entry 3:
What is your name?
Shoahs
What is your occupation?
Sergeant in Kugnae Army & Visionary in the Diviner path!
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass
Orange
What is your question or problem?
(Please provide any background information that may apply.)
I recently built a new house for my lovely wife & myself it is right inside the Kugnae walls.. Every time she enters the home her nose begins getting stuffy! I put so much work into building this house and now she cant even go inside and breath! I'm not sure if its the hay roof, the wood walls...! I can't tear down this house! I can't divorse her. What do I do? This is #BigHusbandProblems.
When my wife is unhappy. I am unhappy. Please help me!
Shoahs
Entry 4:
(Ersatz)
Hello Garamond.
A question, you ask...
Well, I suppose I have one of those.
I've grown up with strangers. Well, I suppose they became an ersatz family, in the years since my infancy... (see what I did there?) I don't know my parents; I don't know my siblings, if I do indeed have any, even...
I don't even know how I came to the life I lead.
I admit...I have done...things...that I am not proud of. They are a hard people, these folks that have raised me as one of their own. Hard people, the type that aren't accustomed to a meal every evening before dusk, with linens wrapped about them as they curl up to sleep, a gentle kiss and embrace before slumber takes them...
A hard people. With hard spirits. And hard wrinkles that trace the time and misfortune that has plagued them throughout the years.
Far too soft have I felt...Soft that each slap I was given upon returning home with less coins than expected felt like a caress. Soft that each night spent relegated to the ditch outside the shack as penance became a chance to stargaze. Soft that the sting of the belt upon me reminded me that I had gained their attentions, if only for horrible things.
But hard can be corroded.
The soft yields, moulds, transforms...
A caterpillar confined to it's cocoon - it must be strong, it must be hard, to press it's wings against the wrappings, to free itself, to emerge, to take it's first desperate breath in the dewy dawn of it's new life...
My cocoon, made of burlap. The sack on the cart of the merchant travelling east - onward, into the unknown.
My metamorphosis complete, I emerge, my wings flapping against the winds as I finally live - the first time in my short life.
While I finally dream.
While I finally hope...I am hopeful.
Tell me, prophet...what do you see for me in this new journey?
What is your name?
Cailleadh
What is your occupation?
I guess you could say I am a student of the world.
Pick a scent. Rose, Orange, or Lemongrass?
Lemongrass. Roses give me a headache.
What is your question or problem?
Greetings Miss Gary.
I am writing you because I am confused about my path in life. Recently I was abruptly put through the proverbial wringer so to speak. During my travels, I've been to many lands, and met many people. Some who were good natured, and some who had been corrupted by various things.
In this most recent...let's say "jaunt", the ship I had booked passage on became the target of unknown spirits. These spirits came in the night, quickly and silently pulling men from where they slept and over the side of the boat into a watery grave.
I am unsure of what had awoken me, and surely you must think me a mad man for recounting such an event, but when I tell you that after noticing these spirits, they all seemed to take notice of me. It was then that I knew that the other people aboard the ship had been a snack. I was the main course that they were looking for.
Before I could react, a strange darkness overcame me, and when I had awoken I was face down in the sand of some deserted island. My body ached, my head throbbed, and a cold sinking feeling welled up within me the likes I had never felt before.
I tried to muster up as much strength as I could in order to try and sit up, but it was all I could do to simply open my eyes. I felt so drained. As if years of my life had been stolen from me. I tried to summon what little innate magical talent I could, but nothing came to me.
I had never been much of a magician. I could only heal a few minor cuts and scrapes, and perform a few feats of transformation, but I knew that is what these spirits had taken from me. They had somehow siphoned the gift my mother had bestowed upon me at birth, and now I felt...Normal? Empty? I could come up with a million words, all of them fitting and none of them good enough.
I spent months on that island with very little food and drink, and with no hope of transforming into something and simply attempting to fly or swim home.
To further along my woes in this story, in my ignorance I had built a fire too large one morning before I set out to find enough food to subsist. I suppose the pirates saw the smoke and came to investigate. Perhaps they thought there was easy treasure to be had. Unfortunately for me, I was just strange enough to these men to be considered worth taking and selling.
Much to my dismay, there was a mage of some sort who found either entertainment, or some sort of twisted enlightenment out of...Let's call them "meetings". We met many times, but the last time the mage took something from me that I thought impossible to steal. Truthfull it is no real loss, but it means that I'll never be welcomed back into my mother's homeland should I had wished to return.
To cut a long story short, I am considering hanging up my blade and cutting my losses. Or are the Fates upset with me for not doing enough? Please Miss Gary. I need answers. Should I retire, or should I try to find a new path to walk?
Entry 2:
What is your name?
Kounted
What is your occupation?
Full time Hoarder and Part-time husband.
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass
Orange of course
What is your question or problem?
(Please provide any background information that may apply.)
I seek the advice on what to give my wife for her birthday this year. She has pretty much everything so its really hard to figure this out, without getting it wrong, which tends to be the result of these things for me. Her Birthday is just around the corner before the holidays, so that also presents an issue because I already have to get her presents for the holidays as well. I would like advise on what to get her that wouldnt come off as a passive gift, but also would like her to laugh when she sees what it is. Her laugh makes me smile, which is the only gift i need for myself.
She is a poet and a pretty darn good one. She helps those in need in many ways including wind armors with her weaving/tailoring and other things that are too numerous to list. The main thing i can note about her is that she loves to write. She spends night and day writing on scrolls to help protect people and help boost their mana when it falls short.
If I went into anymore detail about her this message would implode from the sheer mass of the ink used to list it all.
Please help me with this important matter if you are able. If not, then I shall surely be lost.
Thank you kindly in advance for your wisdom,
Kounted
Entry 3:
What is your name?
Shoahs
What is your occupation?
Sergeant in Kugnae Army & Visionary in the Diviner path!
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass
Orange
What is your question or problem?
(Please provide any background information that may apply.)
I recently built a new house for my lovely wife & myself it is right inside the Kugnae walls.. Every time she enters the home her nose begins getting stuffy! I put so much work into building this house and now she cant even go inside and breath! I'm not sure if its the hay roof, the wood walls...! I can't tear down this house! I can't divorse her. What do I do? This is #BigHusbandProblems.
When my wife is unhappy. I am unhappy. Please help me!
Shoahs
Entry 4:
(Ersatz)
Hello Garamond.
A question, you ask...
Well, I suppose I have one of those.
I've grown up with strangers. Well, I suppose they became an ersatz family, in the years since my infancy... (see what I did there?) I don't know my parents; I don't know my siblings, if I do indeed have any, even...
I don't even know how I came to the life I lead.
I admit...I have done...things...that I am not proud of. They are a hard people, these folks that have raised me as one of their own. Hard people, the type that aren't accustomed to a meal every evening before dusk, with linens wrapped about them as they curl up to sleep, a gentle kiss and embrace before slumber takes them...
A hard people. With hard spirits. And hard wrinkles that trace the time and misfortune that has plagued them throughout the years.
Far too soft have I felt...Soft that each slap I was given upon returning home with less coins than expected felt like a caress. Soft that each night spent relegated to the ditch outside the shack as penance became a chance to stargaze. Soft that the sting of the belt upon me reminded me that I had gained their attentions, if only for horrible things.
But hard can be corroded.
The soft yields, moulds, transforms...
A caterpillar confined to it's cocoon - it must be strong, it must be hard, to press it's wings against the wrappings, to free itself, to emerge, to take it's first desperate breath in the dewy dawn of it's new life...
My cocoon, made of burlap. The sack on the cart of the merchant travelling east - onward, into the unknown.
My metamorphosis complete, I emerge, my wings flapping against the winds as I finally live - the first time in my short life.
While I finally dream.
While I finally hope...I am hopeful.
Tell me, prophet...what do you see for me in this new journey?