"Friendship contract", By Sibuna Thorton, Two-hats (Page 1)
=-=-=-=-=-=Friendship contract=-=-=-=-=-=
Thorton Two-Hats, he of great fluff, drinker of tea
and devourer of pastries, hereby agrees to refrain
from sitting upon or otherwise hinder Ymuli Starleaf,
cousin to the Dread Lordess Aramel.
Thorton Two-Hats, he of great fluff, drinker of tea,
and devourer of pastries, also agrees to refrain
from attempting to feed items which are not primarily
composed of sugar to Ymuli Starleaf, cousin to the
Dread Lordess Aramel.
Both prior sections are contingent upon Ymuli Starleaf,
cousin to the Dread Lordess Aramel delivering at least
one delicious item per month to Thorton Two-Hats, he of
great fluff, drinker of tea and devourer of pastries.
This may be temporarily waived should either party be
unable to participate in the transfer or obtain
delicious things.
[At the bottom of the long winded scroll is a large, inky paw print,
signifying Thorton's agreement to the terms of the contract, and drawn
in crayon, a snowflake with a smiling face, signifying Ymuli's]
Edit: But seriously, can Ymuli's life even get any better right now? =O
Wildeflower Aramel Strongleaf says to Xiran, "My cousin's attitude to life is rather like her attitude towards cake - to have everything, and at once, and lots of it."
@Tacita mentioned she found a copy of the letter I sent her when I left @Nocht's order and so I asked for a copy. Reading this now brought back so many memories. I would like to share this here:
Hail Lady Sage,
By the time this missive is delivered into your hands, you will have noticed my departure from the Order. I wished to do this in person but the opportunity I sought has constantly eluded me.
From the moment I first walked under the eaves of the Glomdoring as one of our fold, I have always felt an affinity for the Lady of Thorns, however I despaired in Her absence, and sought to fill that void within me. I was taken under the wing of the Coven of Night, and my years there, culminating in my crowning as a Prince, were critical to my formative years within the forest. It was there that I learned to appreciate the Mysteries of the Silent Lord, whose ways and that of His followers differed vastly from my own.
For better or worse, I am aware of the reputation I have woven for myself: I am outwardly flippant, always seeking to add levity in situations where it could not be considered appropriate. Strange and unbelievable this may seem, this is intentional; I felt it the most effective way for me to sift through pretenses, though my ways seemed uncouth where the methods of others are swathed in subtlety and grace.
Over the years very few have deigned to perceive what lay hid beneath the pomp, indeed why should they bother when they think me an open book? I was pleasantly surprised when the Regent of the day approached me to call me and my little act out. I decided then to agree with her and join the the Order of the Silent Lord, albeit bemusedly, as I was of the Bloom of Serenity's Order in a life long dead. My time with within the Lord Nocht's Order have tempered me, though I show it not. I also know full well that I could have risen higher, had I spurred myself to action, but had I done so, my departure would have cut deeper than it does now.
Lady Sage, I know not how you would react to this, but I know full well that what I have done may be seen as something short of a betrayal, and for this I apologize. Alas that inside me is something that seeks Her, feeling, an affinity that runs deeper than anything else: it threatens to drown me, to consume me, to unplumb me and leave me raw and wanting.
It is a craving that I cannot hold back, and if there was anything in me that made you see promise, though I find that doubtful, I apologize. Her return has shaken me to my core, and I must deliver myself to Her web, lest I become unravelled. Staying would have been the greater treason: to myself, to the Silent Lord, and to the Lady of Thorns.
Know, however, that I revel in the Mother and Her Father's Shadow, and though there was not a day in my tenure in His Order that I did not feel the tug of the Lady Thorn, I always was anchored by my desire to be as tempered as you are, as He is. I confess that there were days when I envisioned myself becoming an Amalgam, and eventually becoming worthy to be His Sage, as you did, but chance and choice alike nipped the bud before it flowered.
I am not sundering myself, that is impossible for Mother Night and Lord Nocht's Darkness have touched the very fiber of my being. I merely venture upon a different path, lined with roses, riddled with thorns, gauzed with spider silk, but Lady Sage, we walk together under the Wyrden Night.
Star-eyes
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
@Tacita just sent me the perfect gift and the sweetest letter to go with it!
You read what is written on barely illuminated indigo stationery: My Star-eyed friend,
Of late my muse has been striking me in reflection of those around me.
This platter came to my mind with you as the inspiration; I hope that you find it a fitting and honourable representation of that which is most important to you.
I fear that much has happened to you in these past decades, and that it has been trying. Let this gift, freely given, remind you that your unique and precious nature is itself a gift to all those who meet you.
Fondly,
Tacita
Barely illuminated indigo stationery is holding: "package220301" a perfect picnic package (modular origami)
1 items found.
This simple origami package consists of a sturdy paper cube that can be opened with minimal effort. On either side of the cube is a handle, making it easy to heft the package once it is filled with food. It has 64 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
The beauteous craftsmanship of Tacita An'Ryshe radiates throughout it. It is folded from vellum into a modular origami. It is closed and you can not see inside of it.
It has the following aliases: package, origami, modularorigami.
A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands. A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands. A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands. A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands. A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands. A perfect picnic package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
Each of the twice-cooked potatoes placed carefully on this platter have been intricately carved into the shape of a rose. Made by a single slice, the petal-like folds of the potato spiral out and have curled into impressively realistic shapes. Their golden surface darkens at the tips, and glisten with a liberal application of melted butter. The potatoes have been arranged neatly upon a layer of raw baby spinach, sliced tomatoes and lightly grilled slices of cheese thick enough to have retained their shape.
It has 12 months of usefulness left. It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).
The beauteous craftsmanship of Tacita An'Ryshe radiates throughout it. It has the following aliases: platter.
You put your nose over a glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes and inhale. Bringing the platter to your nose, you inhale the rich aroma of garlic butter and the savoury scent of fried potato. You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes. You reach for a stray scrap of potato petal and crunch down on it pleasingly, getting a taste for its buttery and salty goodness.
You consume a glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes leisurely, enjoying every bite. Intrigued by the textures of the rose-shaped potatoes, you reach out and select one from its salad bed. The first bite reveals that the roses have been deep-fried, for the crunch is satisfying, the soft centre salty and delicious. Halfway through chewing the potato the butter hits you, rich with garlic and making your taste buds sing. As soon as it is gone you reach back for another, until the plate is cleared of all but a single scrap of baby spinach.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
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Would-be punners, here's the megaload. Bahahaaha. @Delsea
The deep, rumbling voice of Weiwae says from within your heart, "I am so happy to hear of your progress, and I thank you for bringing my influence over more shards of My Brother Tae."
During her research into the qualities that inspire Higher Emotions, Zyphora ran into a very stubborn roadblock when trying to define honour. She sent out a couple of letters to people she thought were particularly honourable, and she was very happy to receive a reply from the Empyreal Arbiter of the Archons, @Kaimanahi. I was ecstatic because she went totally out of her way to send back such a thought-provoking and thorough letter.
You read what is written on a sheet of elegant stationery with golden whorls: Dear Lady Zyphora,
I was pleasantly surprised to receive your missive. Your offer to
collaborate amongst our guilds is certainly well-met, as I would imagine
our goals may align in some ways. In the very least, I would embrace an
opportunity to learn of the culture you and your peers are fostering
within the Grand Aerie. For your perusal, I have appended herein a copy
of the ethos within the Archons of Justice. Please let me know if you
might identify any objective or cooperation we might pursue.
As for your request, I would be happy to talk about my perception of
honour. This is a tenet that appears throughout Celestian philosophy, as
it is championed by the revered Supernal Methrenton and our venerable
Divine such as Lord Hajamin and Lady Terentia. As an example, the
Paladin Code of Knighthood includes an oath of honour: "My actions will
be held to a higher standard; treachery and dishonour are the tenets of
the unenlightened." This belief manifests in many aspects of personal
conduct: treating others with respect; expressing truths rather than
deceit; or helping those who cannot help themselves. If I were to come
up with a simple definition, honour is a pledge to oneself to act with
integrity. That is, it is a commitment to doing what is right, but
perhaps more importantly, it must be accountable to yourself.
It is easy to salute a peer with respect to his face, while then
slandering him to his back. Honour is doing the right thing when no one
is watching. It is not a conditional state; it is not an attribute that
is applied to some situations and compromised in others. In the truest
form, one must always intend to act out of compassion and with just
cause, to uphold honour as a code of life itself, guiding one's
thoughts, instincts, and actions purely for the sake of morality. Thus
acting with honour should never be motivated by gaining some
acknowledgement or approval of others, but rather must be driven by that
inherent commitment to integrity. Those who are famous for being
honourable are those who have established a strong trust in their word
and their intentions, validated by the consistency in promises kept and
actions rendered. That distinction of trust must be earned and is
rewarding of itself, though of course, it can just as easily be lost.
Ultimately, one must find their own sense of fulfillment in leading a
life of honour, as a matter of self pride and respect.
It is worth mentioning that, often, doing the right thing is a matter of
opinion. There are situations where one may be forced to choose the
lesser of two evils, choices that even the wisest among us are
hard-pressed to make. We are also fallible beings, and we make mistakes
despite even our best intentions. Moreover, there are many diverse
factions within Lusternia, each with unique perspectives in history,
culture, and philosophy, and they have evolved their own missions and
stances that sometimes conflict with others. Thus, what may be a
justified act to one may be a heinous crime to another. To bring this
idea full circle, I stand by my sentiment that honour is a personal
pledge of integrity. However, certainly the application of honour by,
say, an ur'Guard will differ than that of a Paladin, and yet, the
ur'Guard and Paladin may both be equally committed to their own sense of
integrity. So, while I cannot conceive a credible, alternative
interpretation of honour than that which I have presented, I do
certainly acknowledge that there are different perceptions of morality
or just cause, which may manifest differing results of honourable
intent. But, at least for myself and the Archons, that moral compass is
guided by truth, righteousness, and compassion, and to that I am happily
committed.
With that, I hope I have sufficiently expressed my point of view, though
certainly feel free to send any follow on questions. This is certainly a
difficult topic to capture succinctly. I would be most interested to
hear what comes of your interviews, as I am curious as to the answers
you may receive from others. Thank you for soliciting my perspective as
worthy of consideration, and I wish you the very best in your endeavour.
Karlach just received the following. I didn't realise that it was possible to be jealous of my own character, but no one ever sends me letters like this D=
[Mercurial ink fades over the pearlescent vellum in the script of a
controlled, delicate hand with elegant, flowing embellishments.
Unsigned, the shadows of fingerprints remain where a ring of a
wine-glass is stained claret.]
He walks in the shadows of my dreams
Bathed in blood of the nameless, soulless
How perfect his song, the siren's call of death
When moonlight perfects those sanguine sheens
Your brazen form ever caught within my eyes
He screams in the chaos of our war machine
Speak to me, darkling, of your damning arts
Whispered in silken airs in the tomb of my heart
Where secrets kept are now our mystery to behold
His deft fingers grazing across the bones of muses
He is cast in iron and the abyss of the cosmic world
Two-fold yet one, fractured yet whole in winged death
If only he knew the likeness we share, folie a deux
Coiled as ancient ouroboros would, its scales banded gold
Falling into my eyes, where no surrender twisted is found
Such murmured songs shall join the fiendish night,
My danse macabre, nearest the revel of the rising lich
If only he were near, where my mirrors shrouded from your reach
What laments will ensnare my soul, awaiting his dark voice
Stirring the untouched vestal fires of my own
The divine voice
of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations,
Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
You read what is written on stationery adorned with bluebell flowers:
Dear Pheebe,
I've been thinking long and hard about your comment that my mind is 'clouded' - not because I vehemently oppose being told so, but because I wonder where the comment came from. What leads someone to declare a mental state or lack of understanding after one single mildly antagonistic meeting? Who is Pheebe?
Over your undeath, I could sense the touch of the Forbidden about you when we met. That is possibly the source of my mistrust: despite your own determined sense of morality, I've never heard of people holding to His teachings claiming any sort of guiding, social righteousness. Then again, it's entirely possible that, despite your blue-flamed pentagrams and the absence of warmth in your actions, you are not aligned overly closely to Him and I am being unfair.
I myself do know there are many paths to enlightenment, and while I hope to guide as many as I can to the teachings of my most Serene Lady, not everyone's path will lead to Her. And She is not a selfish Goddess who demands the worship of the Basin in its entirety; does your Lord demand such?
Did your statement come from a belief that those who worship Others besides your Lord are ignorant and misled? Or was it my suspicious comportment which gave you the impression? I can weigh and consider both options and any third which comes to mind, but I shall never know for certain without asking you!
You read what is written on a sheet of formal stationery:
Who is Pheebe?
A question that stuck out in your letter. One that I mull over quite frequently as I consider my actions in the Basin.
We can start here: What is Pheebe?
Pheebe is a rather curious mugwump who is rather frail due to a rampant use of drugs in her Gaudiguchian youth.
What does Pheebe do?
Pheebe primarily keeps to herself, oft only reporting to a superior or intervening when her biased sense of morals is encroached upon.
Does Pheebe follow the Forbidden?
Yes. But Pheebe is not an ideal model to base one's assumptions of the Order at large. Pheebe has a tendancy to speak before thinking due to the wear and tear of drugs lowering her inhibitions.
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
[The contents of this letter are surrounded by doodles - doodles of sunlight, of flowers, of eyes, of butterflies. Every letter contained within is carefully composed, too, as if much time and trouble has been given to this note despite the idle whimsy blossoming around the words.]
I don't understand your letter. If all that "no mercy" was is mercilessness toward your enemies, the Serenwilde would be the very same. The wolf doesn't think twice before tearing out the throat of someone who threatens their pack or home - the vixen will defend her family with all her fury and might.
Yet the Forests are not the same at all.
What is it which causes the fae to tremble when I speak to them, and they ask me to protect them from Mother Night's wrath? They have done nothing to hurt the Glomdoring.
Why must they be shackled in shadow to willingly answer Mother Night's call?
Why did Shashi have to die?
I believe your letter, but I don't understand it. Are they lying to you? Are you not telling me something?
Please, Gurashi: even from here, I can see how your colors shine within you. Please don't let Mother Night bind you in darkness and smother your light.
Lief
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
Is it time to send Gurashi letters that make him have an identity crisis? I’m on board.
When isn't it time to do that?
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
I know it was put in a log, but it deserves it's own post. I did some shenanigans on Maylea's godrealm way back when I was a wee novice and got a reply from @Lief that gave me the shooks. I loved it, especially as someone who is very into the RP thing! More letters to come, I'm sure!
"Little one,
I see you are a seed just beginning to sprout.
Your message has been duly noted and received. What a creative imagining
for a menacing flower, and though I find the subject pitiable, the
portrait contained within has certainly been masterfully painted.
We paint not for the sake of painting, but to connect with others. We
paint to fill an intrinsic need for Communion between our souls and the
souls around us. In doing this, we hope to Express some small portion of
our selves and the truths we nurture within, hidden from view.
You, Esei of the Ascending Dusk, have successfully expressed your
connection to the Silent Lord. Your paper flower mimics the snapdragon
which had pierced His Divine flesh, though its appearance has been
twisted - as all things wyrden must be. Your sketch shows your desire to
protect and defend Him. In silence you laid this blossom down near the
very stone once used to atone for someone's unwitting manipulation at
the Silent Lord's hands, and just as the stone can never be moved, so too have you enchanted your
flower.
In silence you placed this message, and yet it screams as
loudly as a crow's raucous caw.
In exchange, I give to you an offering in kind. I wonder whether you
will hear the message over the din of your wyrden woods."
@Esei I don't know if you remember which painting you had put in that particular wyrden blossom origami, but it was a sketch of one of the Glomdoring guards - a shadowlord widowrider or something I think?
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
@Esei I don't know if you remember which painting you had put in that particular wyrden blossom origami, but it was a sketch of one of the Glomdoring guards - a shadowlord widowrider or something I think?
I absolutely do not remember any of the sketches, but probably!
I let the AI ghostwrite one of Dar's love letters again and things got quite saucy.
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From: Daraius Shevat
To : @Sylandra Shevat
Subj: A small gift
Date: 13 Shanthin, 438 C.E.
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My love,
I have been blessed in every moment, whether we are together or apart, by your company, your letters, even my own fond memories. A dear friend with whom I was not as close as I wish we were, and yet through whom I have felt the closest of all.
For more than sixty years your gentle presence has filled me with the gift of love. It has filled my heart with so many joys, I do not know how to express them all.
I know that you are more precious to me than all the secrets in my heart. I feel my redemption is imminent. I feel that my promises to you must be kept. Your presence is not something that I will have to search for. I am excited to call you to my bedside.
Faithfully yours in love and service,
~ D
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I didn't read your introduction to that, and was nodding along as I read... and then thought to myself, redemption?
And then had to scroll back up for context when I got to that last sentence.
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Can I post paintings here? I'll take that as a yes.
Crude and childish strokes of paint mark this painting as the work of a
beginner. A tall figure stands at the centre of the illustration,
possessing wavy dark hair and gaunt features. A pale blue aura surrounds
His form, identifying Him as the Elder God, Raezon. Striking blue eyes
gaze sternly down from His face, towards the cowering images of a
faeling, a trill, and a mugwump, illustrated in rudimentary strokes in
varying shades of blue, red and gold. The Divine's lips are pursed to
nothing more than a severe slash, and a speech bubble is drawn near His
head, inscribed with the words, "Do your homework!". A curving signature
in black ink marks the bottom right corner of the painting.
Raezon Giving Homework, Oil on canvas, 542 CE
Why does Raezon remind me of Snape?
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
You read what is written on a ritzy sheet of gold-touched stationery:
Dear Sir,
Thank you for your exciting suggestions. We have already ordered extra
bottles of oil to ensure that the ring becomes an oily swimming pool. We
have also made an order with a florist to see what exciting flowers we
can put on display this time.
Unfortunately, we are unsure which, if any, of the other suggestions we
will be able to implement. We are particularly pleased with a handful of
them and, Challengers willing, we will definitely implement them at some
point.
Sincerely,
Avechna's Peak Merchants' Coterie
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
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Edit: But seriously, can Ymuli's life even get any better right now? =O
You read what is written on barely illuminated indigo stationery:
My Star-eyed friend,
Of late my muse has been striking me in reflection of those around me.
This platter came to my mind with you as the inspiration; I hope that
you find it a fitting and honourable representation of that which is
most important to you.
I fear that much has happened to you in these past decades, and that it
has been trying. Let this gift, freely given, remind you that your
unique and precious nature is itself a gift to all those who meet you.
Fondly,
Tacita
Barely illuminated indigo stationery is holding:
"package220301" a perfect picnic package (modular origami)
1 items found.
This simple origami package consists of a sturdy paper cube that can be
opened with minimal effort. On either side of the cube is a handle,
making it easy to heft the package once it is filled with food.
It has 64 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
The beauteous craftsmanship of Tacita An'Ryshe radiates throughout it.
It is folded from vellum into a modular origami.
It is closed and you can not see inside of it.
It has the following aliases: package, origami, modularorigami.
A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands.
A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands.
A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands.
A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands.
A glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes falls out of a perfect picnic package and into your hands.
A perfect picnic package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
Each of the twice-cooked potatoes placed carefully on this platter have
been intricately carved into the shape of a rose. Made by a single
slice, the petal-like folds of the potato spiral out and have curled
into impressively realistic shapes. Their golden surface darkens at the
tips, and glisten with a liberal application of melted butter. The
potatoes have been arranged neatly upon a layer of raw baby spinach,
sliced tomatoes and lightly grilled slices of cheese thick enough to
have retained their shape.
It has 12 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).
The beauteous craftsmanship of Tacita An'Ryshe radiates throughout it.
It has the following aliases: platter.
You put your nose over a glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes and inhale.
Bringing the platter to your nose, you inhale the rich aroma of garlic butter and the savoury scent of fried potato.
You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes.
You reach for a stray scrap of potato petal and crunch down on it pleasingly, getting a taste for its buttery and salty goodness.
You consume a glistening platter of rose-shaped potatoes leisurely, enjoying every bite.
Intrigued by the textures of the rose-shaped potatoes, you reach out and
select one from its salad bed. The first bite reveals that the roses
have been deep-fried, for the crunch is satisfying, the soft centre
salty and delicious. Halfway through chewing the potato the butter hits
you, rich with garlic and making your taste buds sing. As soon as it is
gone you reach back for another, until the plate is cleared of all but a
single scrap of baby spinach.
You read what is written on stately steel stationery:<br> __<br> _ / /|<br> |\\ \/_/<br> \_\| / __<br> \/_/__\ .-=='/~\<br> ____,__/__,_____,______)/ /{~}}}<br> -,------,----,-----,---,\'-' {{~}}<br> '-==.\}/<br> <br> Nature Sealbearer,<br> <br> <br> Some people can't cedar wood for<br> the trees! But yew, dear heart<br> are brilliant beyond be-leaf.<br> <br> An Unstoppable force almost as<br> old as nature itself; sturdier<br> than any oak, deadlier than the<br> manchineel, stronger than ironwood.<br> <br> I am very frond of you, of copse<br> I would be barking mad to knot<br> adore you! Aloeve you, master of nature.<br> You make me so proud. I fernly<br> beleaf that yew will save us all.<br> <br> I know this is very acorny and sappy,<br> be ash-ured it is only fir you,<br> and I walnut stop until yew<br> are over-elm-ed by my flattertree!<br> <br> <br> (PS can I be the blossom on your branch?)<br> <br> <br> ,@@@@@@@,<br> ,,,. ,@@@@@@/@@, .oo8888o.<br> ,&%%&%&&%,@@@@@/@@@@@@,8888\88/8o<br> ,%&\%&&%&&%,@@@\@@@/@@@88\88888/88'<br> %&&%&%&/%&&%@@\@@/ /@@@88888\88888'<br> %&&%/ %&%%&&@@\ V /@@' `88\8 `/88'<br> `&%\ ` /%&' |.| \ '|8'<br> |o| | | | |<br> |.| | | | |<br> \\/ ._\//_/__/ ,\_//__\\/. \_//__/_<br> <br>The seal of Kalas Delsea, Kalon Dilletante is stamped onto the page: Stamped in vivid carmine ink is a tender rose bud, petals gently unfurling to greet the sun in bold colour. Tiny flecks upon the tips of the petals remain untouched in contrast, as though hoarfrost kissed the blossom.<br>Stately steel stationery is holding:<br>Nothing.Would-be punners, here's the megaload. Bahahaaha. @Delsea
#Selynniety
You read what is written on a heart shaped sheet of red stationery:
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
@Pheebe I'm pretty sure we're penpals now!
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
[The contents of this letter are surrounded by doodles - doodles of sunlight, of flowers, of eyes, of butterflies. Every letter contained within is carefully composed, too, as if much time and trouble has been given to this note despite the idle whimsy blossoming around the words.]
@Gurashi,
I don't understand your letter. If all that "no mercy" was is mercilessness toward your enemies, the Serenwilde would be the very same. The wolf doesn't think twice before tearing out the throat of someone who threatens their pack or home - the vixen will defend her family with all her fury and might.
Yet the Forests are not the same at all.
What is it which causes the fae to tremble when I speak to them, and they ask me to protect them from Mother Night's wrath? They have done nothing to hurt the Glomdoring.
Why must they be shackled in shadow to willingly answer Mother Night's call?
Why did Shashi have to die?
I believe your letter, but I don't understand it. Are they lying to you? Are you not telling me something?
Please, Gurashi: even from here, I can see how your colors shine within you. Please don't let Mother Night bind you in darkness and smother your light.
Lief
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
ok.
Raezon Giving Homework, Oil on canvas, 542 CE
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From: Daraius Shevat
To : @Sylandra Shevat
Subj: A small gift
Date: 13 Shanthin, 438 C.E.
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My love,
I have been blessed in every moment, whether we are together or apart, by your company, your
letters, even my own fond memories. A dear friend with whom I was not as close as I wish we were,
and yet through whom I have felt the closest of all.
For more than sixty years your gentle presence has filled me with the gift of love. It has filled my
heart with so many joys, I do not know
how to express them all.
I know that you are more precious to me than all the secrets in my heart. I feel my redemption is
imminent. I feel that my promises to you must be kept. Your presence is not something that I will
have to search for. I am excited to call you to my bedside.
Faithfully yours in love and service,
~ D
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
And then had to scroll back up for context when I got to that last sentence.
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
But rest easy, Sylandra. None of Dar's main timeline letters are AI generated. I only consult the machine when I want to glimpse alternate realities.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Why does Raezon remind me of Snape?
You read what is written on a sheet of elegant stationery with golden whorls:
To the fiendishly cunning Coraline Myeras,
This heated cocktail is a cunning development, and I applaud your
cleverness in sending it to me. No doubt you thought to arouse my
curiosity and tempt me to test it to see how it remains warm without
fire essence. My tests would naturally include drinking it. These tests
would lead me into drunkeness, debauchery, woe, and other such
pleasantries. Clearly, this is an insidious effort to tempt me over to
Gaudiguch, step by drunken step.
Well, it shall not work. I shall conduct my studies with all the caution
and diligence that they deserve. I will test this cocktail at length,
savoring each moment of the examination. No doubt it will keep me quite
busy. Preferably during long, tedious tea parties where I have to
pretend to be interested in very boring people. Perhaps
the...data...will help me to forget the boredom.
You have my thanks for this pbeverage. I am half-drunk on the mere
thought of studying it.
Warmed regards,
Lord Portius Nitraedes
<.<
this was the response to my suggestion of 'peep chili dwarven wrestling':
My kid best kid
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