Written By Esoka
March 11, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
My thoughts have been dark of late. The press of the monsters barreling toward the city. And the tribesmen that follow them. The strangeness of this city. I pray for a center that eludes, and drill each day to hone my body into something that might face what is to come.
I did not expect to find levity, but I did last night. In good company, and spirits that made my head swim. And swings. Which are, indeed, fun. It was grand to see the cider of the Twainfort so well-received, though I'd nearly forgotten the whole thing was a competition by the time I'd downed the last of the drinks.
It was a good time, and made this place seem a bit less strange. Perhaps that shall wear off as the spirits work their way out of my system, but I shall try to hold onto the feeling awhile longer.
I did not expect to find levity, but I did last night. In good company, and spirits that made my head swim. And swings. Which are, indeed, fun. It was grand to see the cider of the Twainfort so well-received, though I'd nearly forgotten the whole thing was a competition by the time I'd downed the last of the drinks.
It was a good time, and made this place seem a bit less strange. Perhaps that shall wear off as the spirits work their way out of my system, but I shall try to hold onto the feeling awhile longer.
Written By Esoka
March 4, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
I have never been to sea, but I imagine it must be like being in this city. I feel small and tossed about in its vastness, as something far beyond me rages outside.
I am in a strange sea, and I feel the coming storm. Gloria, send me strength that I may face it with honor and resolve. I do not feel adequate for it, but I shall try to forge my body into a weapon that can stand against it. I pray it is enough. That time has made me enough of a knight for this.
I miss the Twainfort more than I thought possible. It has never felt so much home to me as it does now, that I am far from it. I pray that Petrichor sees me back to what has become my home soon enough, though I fear it shall be many days before I see it again. My duty is here now. I shall get it done. However I am called to it.
I am in a strange sea, and I feel the coming storm. Gloria, send me strength that I may face it with honor and resolve. I do not feel adequate for it, but I shall try to forge my body into a weapon that can stand against it. I pray it is enough. That time has made me enough of a knight for this.
I miss the Twainfort more than I thought possible. It has never felt so much home to me as it does now, that I am far from it. I pray that Petrichor sees me back to what has become my home soon enough, though I fear it shall be many days before I see it again. My duty is here now. I shall get it done. However I am called to it.
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