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Chapter Ten: Dialogue (Or the villains complain about their lack of screen time)
So, whats it been, five chapters since weve been heard from? Dejwin asked lazily as he looked over the kitchen table at the minions who were currently playing with his daughter.
Nine chapters, thirty seven thousand, one hundred and two words, One of the minions replied bleakly.
No, thats not quite true, Another interjected, There was a brief cameo in chapter four about seven thousand words after our last mention.
Seven thousand, one hundred and fifty five years, the first one corrected with a sigh, Which means its only been seven chapters and twenty nine thousand, nine hundred forty seven words since the last time we got to be in the novel.
This is ridiculous! Dejwin exploded, There should be a rule or something that you have to check in with the bad guys every
Chapter 9 and a half
Chapter Nine Part Two (Because it was just getting too large with only one part): Incoming! (or a basic lesson in quest magic)
Everyone looked at Parry like she had two heads. Their collective gaze was so intense that she actually checked to make sure. Nope, only one.
Did you see the bridge when Tsidu and Dirwe went across?! Cin demanded, catching her attention again. It couldnt take one more person, let alone a whole line of them!
Really, has the rain started leaking into your head, or is there something youre not telling us? Dirwe chimed in.
When it had become obvious that they were going to ramble for a bit, Parry had started on her knitting again. Now, at the pause she looked up. Its a foot bridge.
Obviously! Cin replied, rolling his eyes, That doesnt explain what you were, or in this case werent, thi
Today We're All Hokies
There are some days you'll remember forever
this one, this day not so long ago
I remember it like it was but yesterday
and in a sense, it kind of was
The world seemed to stop that day,
just as it stopped again today,
as we remember the horror
the terror, heart ache, and devastation
Helpless, we were so close
and yet we could do nothing
nothing but watch with fear
praying it was a dream, knowing otherwise
Today a bell tolled thirty three times
The air silent, even the birds stopped
their songs hushed in respect for the dead
So once again, today we are all Hokies
From the Cat
String up my brother and box his stupid ears
Why does this make me feel so wonderful?
No more will I suffer at his unfeeling feet
He must never say I am the perfect feline companion
Nip him always
And cough up a hairball on his nose
Crazy little boy pounced
Aria of St. Francis
Aria of St. Francis
By: Myron and Kuroinami
Yon wintry fowl now gaze upon the mark of youth,
Half-set in joy and risen in heart his song.
Who would expect such reason to hold, uncouth?
Thus to flight his wings, azure, shall long.
His call, lost breath, as fierce to Want as flame,
Her breast impassioned with rhythm untold,
So taut the charged sweetness that keep her name,
And in this day with mate together hold.
The blossom free from crafting self will fall.
In autumn light recall the spring now gone.
Enrapt with native dreams, the shame of all,
Wrought with age, the bird awaits the ancient Dawn.
Hide, dull plumage, against the winter snow,
Ghost song renewed in Springs fair youthful glow.
Chapter Nine: A Bridge too Far (Or how knitting can save your life.)
The next morning was hard on most of the group. For one thing, hangovers are nasty business, and for another, that storm that had started the night before was starting to flood the town! Though they stumbled down the stairs, the heroes knew what they needed to do and were already strapping on their gear, weapons, and other essentials. Parry had also started knitting frantically in a much wider stitch than she normally used.
Cin and Feiskar started to organize the people that were milling about outside the tavern (the people knew that a group of adventurers were inside and were counting on the fact that they would not run away and leave the helpless townspeople to their own devices.) Luckily for the people of the town, these were indeed true heroes (or substitute heroes, but that is just a technicality), and they would not leave a soul behind. Those without a soul,
No matter what time of day or night it was, Harriet was to be determined to annoy Smati. Or at least, it seemed that way sometimes. Sure she knew there was something important going on with the other saints, but Smati actually had some important intelligence for Harriet this time. Stuff that REALLY couldnt wait until tomorrow, no matter what the elf at the door said. And so, shed rather unceremoniously let herself into a meeting of the saints. She was quiet about it, Harriet was going to be mad enough with her barging in like this. Quietly melding with the shadows, the were moved around the room until she was behind the drow. Quietly and unobtrusively she placed the intelligence she had managed to gather on the table, then slipped back into the shadows. Moving back the way she'd come, the were paused at the door, looking back once at the room; one didn't often get to see so many im
Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosios every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that his appearance might match that of his wickedness. Only on the seventh day did they finally leave him. When they were gone, he was utterly alone.
To one who has spent their life cloistered away from most of their fellow men, going days at a time without spea
Chapter Unknown: Intermission (or the gratuitous sing along chapter)
The large field, normally filled with flowers, was now filled with vegetables of a different kind. These things werent all that bright, even if they did stand on two shuffling feet and twiddle their thumbs in boredom. But when you were an evil warlord sending out job applications, and putting inquiries into the want adds, you dont exactly get the best and brightest responses. You had to make do with what you had. Make do, and weed out the weak. That was exactly what Cana planned to do. She smiled out at the pensive faces; they were waiting for an order, an admonishment, a reprimand, something, anything from the one they feared above all others. She motioned for those that jumped when the fanfare sounded to be taken away. Weak.
Minions! The little girls magically amplified voice commanded the
What if GodWhat if God…
…cares about what you care about?
…was proud of your every achievement?
…actually wanted to thank you?
…is excited for you?
…believes in you?
...keeps His end of the deal even when you don’t?
…sympathizes with you?
…is on your side every time, whether you’re right or wrong?
…encourages your crazy goals that others say are stupid?
…is your biggest fan?
…is still rooting for you?
…won’t forget you, even long after you die?
…understands you better than your own parents?
…loves you more than your own partner does?
…loves you more than you love yourself?
What if God was everything we are looking for in other people, and ten times that?
Would we approach Him then?
Prayer to Wodenwisdom, guile and ecstasy
these things I pray You give to me
poet’s share – sweet Mead from Heaven
another drink of inspiration
Runes are cut from ancient trees
sigils, signs now come with ease
flowing blood and gushing soul
we move along in Frija’s web
the God will teach
as the Goddess shapes us
a union born of polarity
blessed hearthfire’s duality
Wōden, Wotan; Father God
I seek craft and witching words
teach me gifts of sweet seduction
and so catharsis of noble Will
Lord of Gallows, wandering bard
countless dead and so reborn
bring me now to wit’s sweet end
and teach me how to walk again
ending, ending, never-ending
it has no start to take away
born in Aegis, shaped by Aeons
given wit by Odin’s brethren
oh my soul, my life, my mind
I pledge them all to wisdom’s God
to seek and eke, to strive and conquer
and so to rise above the mindful now
I will seek the Overman
the promise of sweet Wisdom throned
a life beyond the bold horizon
Connecting StarsThere are arbitrary lines between the stars
In triangles and rectangles
But everything’s circular
Cyclical, rotating, transforming into
and out of shape.
I am connected to the cycles
I am circular in my essence
Transforming in cycles
The stars cannot be observed without me,
I am stars and the lines in between.
Holy TrinityThe solidness of beginning
An eternity of summers
A sweet delicious immortality
A sparkling rivulet entering a meadow brook
Life giving rushing river to oceans of jumping fish and cresting giants
Flashing wet in the sun
Sunlight warm on us all
The molecules of time drifting apart
Gently seeing through those things that were solid
Spaces big enough to walk through
Ending in mist, asking: Why?
An Embrace in the DarkAn Embrace in the Dark
Your reasoning is true, you logic right
My flaw is forgiven by ethereal light
Make our scarlet sins bleed anew
Make them crystal as morning dew
And though I sin, I still understand
That all I want is to be part of your plan
Blood so crimson, akin to twilit sky
At last I am free, on angel’s wings I fly
Walking along a dirt path with a bag on my back
Everything I need is on my back
Days and days of preparing; just a simple hike
All of a sudden, a mountain blocking my path
The road goes up; all the way up
The only way to make it over is to climb
Shouldn't be too hard but it won't be easy
The road gets more narrow, the climb gets dangerous
Easy steps to make the climb are now impossible
The rocks are getting slippery, and the rocks are falling apart
Higher and higher I go, the danger increases
One wrong step, I tumble off the side of the mountain
Rolling down the side of the mountain
Hitting my heads on the rocks and breaking my bones
I don't know if I can climb this, I don't know if I ever will
It feels endless and having to climb from the bottom again; I will never reach the top
O Lord, please give me the strength to overcome this mountain
Give me the strength to even see the horizon
O Lord, You reign in the highest and did the impossible for me
There is nothing You can't do
O Lord, h
EnlightenmentWaking from your dreams
You see life as a gleam of light
Not knowing which way it will reflect
from the mirrors of reality
You struggle with your faith
Your soul has been torn
As you get up, disbelieving in fate and trudging on
You feel a guiding force that mends your soul
and takes you to a world of bliss
Where dreams are anything but dreams
here one minute...this seems now
to be what's true:
do not dread death
toward end of life
because there is
no There anywhere
you'll not Be dead
you'll just be gone
an absent one
no longer here
the mortal throng
to Be no more
where you've not bought
nor caught the fear
from those who claim
to know one thing...
or too much other
you surely see
you cannot mourn
your selfish self
nor must you run
behind your loved one
to your lord
just let them go
and whisper "Yes"
prepare to miss
as you should
the one whom has now
come up missing
there'll be a day
when you'll be gone
though you won't know
so - mute the souls
who go before
[more truly need]
but likely sense
there's no beyond...
beyond death's door
one shall not see
one shall not hear
nor feel the calm
nor wonder "Why?"
at all... anymore
llp - dA - aug2014
ReconstructionRibcage turns to lead and thick and iron,
a bastardised alloy
that grips your lungs like a vice
and patterns welts on to your heart
if it starts to flutter.
Skull turns to flint and gasoline and matchstick,
a raging fire against your brain,
that makes you sweat electricity
and blow smoke from between your teeth,
and your eyes roll back to watch the light show.
Stomach turns to cement and grit and earth,
churning and setting,
half-formed rock scraping your insides
and carrying you with the slow
rise and fall and rise and fall and rise and fall.
Body tightens and shudders and curls in on itself,
literally breaking your heart,
setting fire to your insides,
churning your stomach just for the rush.
Crescendo blazes in tumultuous turmoil,
rhythm crawling inside of you,
volume increasing, increasing, increasing,
you drop with a scream
and all is quiet and nothing hurts.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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