Written By Khanne
Nov. 14, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
I want to personally thank every single person who has done and are doing all they are able to for the Lodge of Petrichor and all that reside there, those who continue to give of themselves for the cause, and the families of those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. Though I am a member there, I am not high ranking enough to claim my voice speaks on behalf of the group. This is just my personal appreciation for each and every one of you.
Thank you.
And for those who have lost their lives, lost their loved ones.... my heart both hurts for the loss of your presence in our current lives and busts with awe and in some cases pride for knowing the person you were in this lifetime and how strong you were to have given so much of yourself, to the last. I hope to honor those who have passed from our grasp to return to The Wheel soon.
To Cybele and Bashira, members of the Spirit Walkers, both such talented and wonderful people, know that I am blessed to have known you. Thank you both for the impact you made upon my own life.
And to those who went with me... who listened to my plea for assistance in hopes of accomplishing something so absolutely dangerous... who feared, perhaps, their own chances of survival in even attempting this feat (Spirits know there are few times I have ever felt my own mortality so deeply)... who despite all that stood by my side in that clearing... some of whom very nearly (much much much too nearly) lost their lives in trying to see us all to success... I know you all know how very much it meant to me to do... and I hope you all know how much it means to me that you helped. Words will never be able to come close to expressing the depths of my gratitude. But....
Thank you.
Thank you.
And for those who have lost their lives, lost their loved ones.... my heart both hurts for the loss of your presence in our current lives and busts with awe and in some cases pride for knowing the person you were in this lifetime and how strong you were to have given so much of yourself, to the last. I hope to honor those who have passed from our grasp to return to The Wheel soon.
To Cybele and Bashira, members of the Spirit Walkers, both such talented and wonderful people, know that I am blessed to have known you. Thank you both for the impact you made upon my own life.
And to those who went with me... who listened to my plea for assistance in hopes of accomplishing something so absolutely dangerous... who feared, perhaps, their own chances of survival in even attempting this feat (Spirits know there are few times I have ever felt my own mortality so deeply)... who despite all that stood by my side in that clearing... some of whom very nearly (much much much too nearly) lost their lives in trying to see us all to success... I know you all know how very much it meant to me to do... and I hope you all know how much it means to me that you helped. Words will never be able to come close to expressing the depths of my gratitude. But....
Thank you.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 14, 2018, 12:54 p.m.(12/27/1009 AR)
I have in the last few days felt such a variety of emotions. If I did not know better, I would think I needed to be concerned about my sanity. Some might say I should be anyway....
Worry. Fear. Anxiousness. Longing. Love. Joy. Sadness. Frustration. More worry. Trepidation. Confusion (technically not an emotion but sometimes it feels like one). More sadness. Loss. Determination. Disgust. Near crippling concern. And an absolute relief so strong that while blood and gore rained down upon us, all I could do was laugh while sobbing. That is still present.... I want to laugh and I still want to cry.
The one constant that was within me through all the ups and downs... The one thing I refuse to let go of... The thing that carries me through so many trials and tragedies...
Hope.
Worry. Fear. Anxiousness. Longing. Love. Joy. Sadness. Frustration. More worry. Trepidation. Confusion (technically not an emotion but sometimes it feels like one). More sadness. Loss. Determination. Disgust. Near crippling concern. And an absolute relief so strong that while blood and gore rained down upon us, all I could do was laugh while sobbing. That is still present.... I want to laugh and I still want to cry.
The one constant that was within me through all the ups and downs... The one thing I refuse to let go of... The thing that carries me through so many trials and tragedies...
Hope.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 24, 2018, 6:53 p.m.(11/13/1009 AR)
Sometimes, I sit near the fire and consider things i have going in my life. I think about the projects I am working on and what remains to be done. I think about the things I would like to do and wonder when I will have time. I then think about the things I want to do any consider if I need to re-prioritize the things I want to do.... I THEN think about the things I want to do and the thins I feel I HAVE to do and wonder how to balance them all.
Sometimes I think about the people I care about and who care about me. I am lucky to have a few I feel very close to. Overall, I am a guarded woman... I don't let everyone in. I am usually not quick to trust. These are not qualities that usually bring a bevy of people near you... I know. Yet, there are those who, for one reason or another, I have felt comfortable with almost immediately. These people... thinking about them... makes me smile. Even if I get lost in all those above things I am working on, HAVE to do, and WANT to do and forget to write as often as I should, or am too busy to sit and share a meal or a drink or... anything. I know these people still love me, and I them. I know that they would have my back if I needed... and I sure as fuck hope they know I would have theirs. I am so fortunate... truly.
Anyway... I'm sitting by the fire... thinking about all the things. I suppose it is a night for pondering and memories.... I've received the 'be ready' call... I guess that can make one more nostalgic.
Be ready. I am as ready as I can possibly be.
Sometimes I think about the people I care about and who care about me. I am lucky to have a few I feel very close to. Overall, I am a guarded woman... I don't let everyone in. I am usually not quick to trust. These are not qualities that usually bring a bevy of people near you... I know. Yet, there are those who, for one reason or another, I have felt comfortable with almost immediately. These people... thinking about them... makes me smile. Even if I get lost in all those above things I am working on, HAVE to do, and WANT to do and forget to write as often as I should, or am too busy to sit and share a meal or a drink or... anything. I know these people still love me, and I them. I know that they would have my back if I needed... and I sure as fuck hope they know I would have theirs. I am so fortunate... truly.
Anyway... I'm sitting by the fire... thinking about all the things. I suppose it is a night for pondering and memories.... I've received the 'be ready' call... I guess that can make one more nostalgic.
Be ready. I am as ready as I can possibly be.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 19, 2018, 5:23 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)
Completely unimportant and not pertaining to anything actually in my life.... And... something that really doesn't need to be archived for all of time for the good of the future world....
Thanks to Isabetta... I want cupcakes.
Thanks to Isabetta... I want cupcakes.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 19, 2018, 5:23 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)
Completely unimportant and not pertaining to anything actually in my life.... And... something that really doesn't need to be archived for all of time for the good of the future world....
Thanks to Isabetta... I want cupcakes.
Thanks to Isabetta... I want cupcakes.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 14, 2018, 9:28 a.m.(10/11/1009 AR)
I am very, exceedingly, quite highly, and horribly uncomfortable to read about my life being wagered, even hypothetically. It's quite distressing that this was even a thought on anyone's mind, let alone....
This makes me a rather pouty-faced Khanne.
This makes me a rather pouty-faced Khanne.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:58 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
That any one person feels they are owed such extravagant recompense because they were victimized by a traitor whose actions caused so very many people to lose their lives, and families to lose their loved ones, is absolutely ludicrous to me. That this person is a Whisper makes it all the more surprising, as this level of undiplomatic selfishness seems to go against what the Whispers are known for. That she is a Voice of the Whispers as well only increases the level of insanity that this is.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 8, 2018, 9:08 a.m.(9/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Perhaps because storms are powerful in so many ways.
They are:
Passion.
Beautiful. Like watching a dancer, with clouds that swirl like skirts and brilliant flashes of light like the jewels a woman might adorn.
Dangerous. Be it at land or at sea, their strength can destroy.
Thrilling. The rumble and boom of thunder like a drum in your chest, quickening the heart as much as a lover's kiss.
Lethal. There are tales of those who have called a storm to fell their foes, like wielding a bolt of lightning itself.
Protective. The harshest of storms can keep others away. Those that live within the clime adapt and thrive in the conditions, while others often can only pray to make it through alive. They can try to prepare, and they might succeed, but only the bravest (or dumbest) of souls usually attempt to do so. Cities surrounded by storms of winter or sea are often visited by outsiders far less than other places.
Perhaps.
Or perhaps they just like storms.
They are:
Passion.
Beautiful. Like watching a dancer, with clouds that swirl like skirts and brilliant flashes of light like the jewels a woman might adorn.
Dangerous. Be it at land or at sea, their strength can destroy.
Thrilling. The rumble and boom of thunder like a drum in your chest, quickening the heart as much as a lover's kiss.
Lethal. There are tales of those who have called a storm to fell their foes, like wielding a bolt of lightning itself.
Protective. The harshest of storms can keep others away. Those that live within the clime adapt and thrive in the conditions, while others often can only pray to make it through alive. They can try to prepare, and they might succeed, but only the bravest (or dumbest) of souls usually attempt to do so. Cities surrounded by storms of winter or sea are often visited by outsiders far less than other places.
Perhaps.
Or perhaps they just like storms.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 2, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(9/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
Stay away from Champ, the pygmy goat of excellence. He is not bear food. Thankfully, he is also not gray, so perhaps he is already safe.
Written By Khanne
Oct. 2, 2018, 8:52 a.m.(9/15/1009 AR)
So... I have some bolts of umbra. I won them, cuz I am sort of smart I guess, but, I got second place, so only somewhat smart.
I'm not exactly known for wearing dark colors though. Well, not this dark. So I am hoping there is a tailor out there, or even someone who likes to design clothing but not make the gowns themselves, who has some sort of inspiration in regards to how I could wear umbra in a design and style that, you know... fits me.
If you are that person, please send a messenger with a note and I will gladly work out the details with you.
I'm not exactly known for wearing dark colors though. Well, not this dark. So I am hoping there is a tailor out there, or even someone who likes to design clothing but not make the gowns themselves, who has some sort of inspiration in regards to how I could wear umbra in a design and style that, you know... fits me.
If you are that person, please send a messenger with a note and I will gladly work out the details with you.
Written By Khanne
Sept. 30, 2018, 9:04 p.m.(9/12/1009 AR)
Thank you for the reminder Uncle. I shall embrace my true nature more often. Some nights call for howling!
Written By Khanne
Sept. 24, 2018, 3:17 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Have I raved about the wolves you made for me yet? I should have, if I didn't... If I did, well, they are worth double praises. Triple even. I love them so incredibly much! Thank you for taking my vision of something and making it into wearable, and dangerous, art!
Written By Khanne
Sept. 23, 2018, 4:11 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Me.
It was me.
Though, not to bruise your ego.... but... it was because of the hand that drew it more than the subject.
Not that the subject matter is hard to look at at all.... The subject is rather pleasing, of course.
I promise no darts will be thrown at it.
Well, probably. Free choice and all.... I can promise that most likely I will not throw darts at it.
Probably.
It was me.
Though, not to bruise your ego.... but... it was because of the hand that drew it more than the subject.
Not that the subject matter is hard to look at at all.... The subject is rather pleasing, of course.
I promise no darts will be thrown at it.
Well, probably. Free choice and all.... I can promise that most likely I will not throw darts at it.
Probably.
Written By Khanne
Sept. 13, 2018, 11:33 a.m.(8/3/1009 AR)
.... and now I have cause. That came sooner than I expected.
Written By Khanne
Sept. 13, 2018, 9:50 a.m.(8/3/1009 AR)
Also....
It is probably no surprise to many... but I suck at gift giving. Especially gift giving with a deadline. Thank you, however, to the person who sent me a small something to help keep my boots smelling fresh. Hopefully those I know and love appreciate my own version of random gift day, which is.... so random there is no day for it. It just happens when the mood, inspiration, or seeing the JUST RIGHT thing to buy someone strikes me.
It is pleasing to see all the smiles around town though, many brought about by either giving or receiving gifts on this day of gifting. So, thank you to Tikva and Grayson for starting the tradition. Joy is always spread most easily through the smiles of others.
It is probably no surprise to many... but I suck at gift giving. Especially gift giving with a deadline. Thank you, however, to the person who sent me a small something to help keep my boots smelling fresh. Hopefully those I know and love appreciate my own version of random gift day, which is.... so random there is no day for it. It just happens when the mood, inspiration, or seeing the JUST RIGHT thing to buy someone strikes me.
It is pleasing to see all the smiles around town though, many brought about by either giving or receiving gifts on this day of gifting. So, thank you to Tikva and Grayson for starting the tradition. Joy is always spread most easily through the smiles of others.
Written By Khanne
Sept. 13, 2018, 9:24 a.m.(8/3/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
On siblings:
I threaten to stab my brother in the foot all the time. He deserves the threat, usually. He's a brat and at times a troublemaker.... though he's tempered that a bit.
That said.... I also know my brother would have my back if I was ever in need of someone having my back. We may bicker, frequently, but the fact remains, we are siblings and protective of one another in our own ways.
Oh.. but now I have a lovely staff to threaten him with too. I am sure it will only be a matter of time before I have cause. The first one though, will be for Mirk.
I threaten to stab my brother in the foot all the time. He deserves the threat, usually. He's a brat and at times a troublemaker.... though he's tempered that a bit.
That said.... I also know my brother would have my back if I was ever in need of someone having my back. We may bicker, frequently, but the fact remains, we are siblings and protective of one another in our own ways.
Oh.. but now I have a lovely staff to threaten him with too. I am sure it will only be a matter of time before I have cause. The first one though, will be for Mirk.
Written By Khanne
Sept. 5, 2018, 1:46 p.m.(7/16/1009 AR)
I'm not sure how common it is for evil wizards to be considered heroes
Just a thought...
Just a thought...
Written By Khanne
Sept. 3, 2018, 9:30 p.m.(7/9/1009 AR)
Home.
It is an interesting concept, home... and I am going to take a wild guess and imagine that it means vastly different things to different people.
When I was but a wee one, home was... of course, where my family lived. My immediate family is small, but it was never just us.. we always had cousins and friends coming by, stopping for a bit during their travels. My childhood might not be like many others... I never knew my mother, but I was told so many stories of her, she still lives in my memory. My favorite times were when Brianna was visiting (or vice versa).
When I was a bit older, home was the wood, the mountains, where the animals and Spirits thrived. It was there I felt the most myself, and the most free; running, leaping, playing... As I grew older, I learned how to survive in the wilderness more and more... and stayed out there longer and longer.
Eventually, I built my cabin there near the river bend. It just made sense to have my own space out there. And that, that was home. It was humble, small... but so cozy, even in the bitter cold of winter, with a fire blazing in the hearth and a pile of furs of course. I lived there alone, but it was where I felt safe and relaxed.
When I came to Arx... well, of course the Halfshav Estate is home, and my suite there within. When I first moved in, it was sparse. I had a bed, piled with furs of course, and a chair by the fireplace. Slowly, I added touches that made it my own. Now, a person entering would have no doubt it was my space. It is large, full of living... What I mean by this is, it exhibits all that I do and am. My furniture, clothing, collections of booze and figurines, the paintings I have taken brush stroke to... And then, I married... and it became ours. There are signs of him all over the place here too... more books and bookcases, his worktable, the bottles there. Even with him traveling so far away, he is here. Home.
However.... nothing... nothing compares to being in a place that just...FEELS... like home. Where the very air wraps you in an embrace and welcomes you... home. Where the fragrance upon the breeze brings back memories, like how the smell of apple scones reminds me of my childhood home... or I can't smell pine without thinking of my cabin... but this... this was.... like smelling hope, breathing hope, every beat of my heart, beating with hope.
I have a new personal idea of what Home is. Home is that place in your soul that is full of that hope, joy, and excitement. It is that place you never want to leave, but when you must, you look forward to being there again. It is that place where you feel completely and utterly, you. In a way you never quite felt before. They say home is where you hang your hat... where the heart is. I now know, for me... home is where your soul shines like the sun (or at least feels that way).
It is an interesting concept, home... and I am going to take a wild guess and imagine that it means vastly different things to different people.
When I was but a wee one, home was... of course, where my family lived. My immediate family is small, but it was never just us.. we always had cousins and friends coming by, stopping for a bit during their travels. My childhood might not be like many others... I never knew my mother, but I was told so many stories of her, she still lives in my memory. My favorite times were when Brianna was visiting (or vice versa).
When I was a bit older, home was the wood, the mountains, where the animals and Spirits thrived. It was there I felt the most myself, and the most free; running, leaping, playing... As I grew older, I learned how to survive in the wilderness more and more... and stayed out there longer and longer.
Eventually, I built my cabin there near the river bend. It just made sense to have my own space out there. And that, that was home. It was humble, small... but so cozy, even in the bitter cold of winter, with a fire blazing in the hearth and a pile of furs of course. I lived there alone, but it was where I felt safe and relaxed.
When I came to Arx... well, of course the Halfshav Estate is home, and my suite there within. When I first moved in, it was sparse. I had a bed, piled with furs of course, and a chair by the fireplace. Slowly, I added touches that made it my own. Now, a person entering would have no doubt it was my space. It is large, full of living... What I mean by this is, it exhibits all that I do and am. My furniture, clothing, collections of booze and figurines, the paintings I have taken brush stroke to... And then, I married... and it became ours. There are signs of him all over the place here too... more books and bookcases, his worktable, the bottles there. Even with him traveling so far away, he is here. Home.
However.... nothing... nothing compares to being in a place that just...FEELS... like home. Where the very air wraps you in an embrace and welcomes you... home. Where the fragrance upon the breeze brings back memories, like how the smell of apple scones reminds me of my childhood home... or I can't smell pine without thinking of my cabin... but this... this was.... like smelling hope, breathing hope, every beat of my heart, beating with hope.
I have a new personal idea of what Home is. Home is that place in your soul that is full of that hope, joy, and excitement. It is that place you never want to leave, but when you must, you look forward to being there again. It is that place where you feel completely and utterly, you. In a way you never quite felt before. They say home is where you hang your hat... where the heart is. I now know, for me... home is where your soul shines like the sun (or at least feels that way).
Written By Khanne
Aug. 31, 2018, 1:11 p.m.(7/1/1009 AR)
Karadoc and Hadrian,
I am not sure apples will thoroughly fit the look I am going for. Maybe! But, alas, no time! Plus, adventure... so probably leather leggings are wisest....
...also, how did you know my boots had fur?
I am not sure apples will thoroughly fit the look I am going for. Maybe! But, alas, no time! Plus, adventure... so probably leather leggings are wisest....
...also, how did you know my boots had fur?
Written By Khanne
Aug. 31, 2018, 11:44 a.m.(7/1/1009 AR)
I was packing... and staring at my armoire, full to busting of all manner of clothing... could only ponder - what does one wear to an occasion such as I am about to embark on???
I should have probably thought about this sooner.
Leather leggings or hooded dress, summer mountain silk?
I feel silly fretting over such things.
Now I am just thinking of all the things I could have commissioned.... had I thought of it sooner. I never think of these things soon enough....
I should have probably thought about this sooner.
Leather leggings or hooded dress, summer mountain silk?
I feel silly fretting over such things.
Now I am just thinking of all the things I could have commissioned.... had I thought of it sooner. I never think of these things soon enough....
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