Written By Aslaug
June 2, 2021, 2:40 p.m.(8/3/1015 AR)
The Children of the Dream were first
But Those of Now and Always
Were cast adrift, and tore a rift
With Choice that opened hallways
And in those labyrithine cross-roads
Death and Will were roused
And now you call, for -It- and -All-
Where ancient gods are housed
But Those of Now and Always
Were cast adrift, and tore a rift
With Choice that opened hallways
And in those labyrithine cross-roads
Death and Will were roused
And now you call, for -It- and -All-
Where ancient gods are housed
Written By Aslaug
May 24, 2021, 3:42 p.m.(7/13/1015 AR)
A quick sketch of an echoed answer to words that drifted through the Stone Grove earlier - feather light upon the breeze:
But after words are sung in song
And lunar cycles wane
When Void and Shadow come along
And take the sky again
When after all the time that was
Has passed the march of days
The sky will lose all hues because
The sun has parted ways
When myth and sun are overturned
Above the ground they've played
When tale and light are told and burned
The world returns to shade
A final cadence to the stars
When flames lose their ignition
Words are lost from Minds and ours
Sleep with no precognition
So keep those earnest wonderments
As Songs are heard and seen
From Dark to Light to Dark I sense
We're somewhere in between
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Eadwacer seemed to take this all in stride. Perhaps this wise and ancient creature has heard it all before.
=:7)~~
But after words are sung in song
And lunar cycles wane
When Void and Shadow come along
And take the sky again
When after all the time that was
Has passed the march of days
The sky will lose all hues because
The sun has parted ways
When myth and sun are overturned
Above the ground they've played
When tale and light are told and burned
The world returns to shade
A final cadence to the stars
When flames lose their ignition
Words are lost from Minds and ours
Sleep with no precognition
So keep those earnest wonderments
As Songs are heard and seen
From Dark to Light to Dark I sense
We're somewhere in between
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Eadwacer seemed to take this all in stride. Perhaps this wise and ancient creature has heard it all before.
=:7)~~
Written By Aslaug
May 23, 2021, 4:05 p.m.(7/11/1015 AR)
Long I've listened.
The echoing sounds that rush from all directions, from before until now, are howling like a tumultuous wind in my head. The wild speaks its own tongue too; much of the meaning is lost as I climb back up to the surface to this place once more. But this is where I must walk and listen now to clear my head. Just so I can fill it back up again with new noises.
Eadwacer remains a constant companion. Despite missing an ear, he hears more than I do. No surprise. He is a clever rat.
=:7)~~
The echoing sounds that rush from all directions, from before until now, are howling like a tumultuous wind in my head. The wild speaks its own tongue too; much of the meaning is lost as I climb back up to the surface to this place once more. But this is where I must walk and listen now to clear my head. Just so I can fill it back up again with new noises.
Eadwacer remains a constant companion. Despite missing an ear, he hears more than I do. No surprise. He is a clever rat.
=:7)~~
Written By Aslaug
Jan. 21, 2020, 1:06 p.m.(8.291809689153439/10.341342592592593/1012.6076508074294 AR)
Interesting.
Scholars' Language Night.
Learned a lot.
Brevity being one of the things I brought to the table.
I thank those who enlightened me.
=:7)~~
(rat)
Scholars' Language Night.
Learned a lot.
Brevity being one of the things I brought to the table.
I thank those who enlightened me.
=:7)~~
(rat)
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 17, 2019, 8:22 a.m.(5/22/1012 AR)
I miss the wild.
There is nothing quite like the view of the sun rising, or falling, behind trees.
=:7)~~
There is nothing quite like the view of the sun rising, or falling, behind trees.
=:7)~~
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 8, 2019, 8:26 p.m.(5/5/1012 AR)
Who am I to judge?
I am just the person.
It's how you treat Eadwacer that matters most to me.
He's old. He's mangy.
He's got skills.
Most importantly, he means something to me.
I am just the person.
It's how you treat Eadwacer that matters most to me.
He's old. He's mangy.
He's got skills.
Most importantly, he means something to me.
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 4, 2019, 1:33 p.m.(4/24/1012 AR)
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(\,;,/)
(o o)\//,
\ / \,
`+'( ( \ )
// \ ./
'~' '~----'
Eadwacer the Mighty, Eadwacer of the Full Belly, Eadwacer of the Mange, Eadwacer the Brave and Crafty, Eadwacer the Glutton...
A more noble rat I have not seen.
(\,;,/)
(o o)\//,
\ / \,
`+'( ( \ )
// \ ./
'~' '~----'
Eadwacer the Mighty, Eadwacer of the Full Belly, Eadwacer of the Mange, Eadwacer the Brave and Crafty, Eadwacer the Glutton...
A more noble rat I have not seen.
Written By Aslaug
Nov. 25, 2019, 11 p.m.(4/7/1012 AR)
Eadwacer is delighted spring has come. It means more wasted food for him to find in the trash.
It also means more cats, but kittens are easily corrupted. It is their mothers that we must be wary of.
=:7)~~
(rat sketch)
It also means more cats, but kittens are easily corrupted. It is their mothers that we must be wary of.
=:7)~~
(rat sketch)
Written By Aslaug
Nov. 13, 2019, 11:14 a.m.(3/10/1012 AR)
A person should never apologize for who they are.
They should be true to themselves.
Own their identity.
Be.
They should be true to themselves.
Own their identity.
Be.
Written By Aslaug
Nov. 4, 2019, 8:54 a.m.(2/20/1012 AR)
(sketch of a rat)
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,/_;~ \, / '
"' ( ( \ !
// \ _.'
'~ '~----''
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(\;/)
oo \//, _
,/_;~ \, / '
"' ( ( \ !
// \ _.'
'~ '~----''
Written By Aslaug
Oct. 14, 2019, 10:27 a.m.(1/6/1012 AR)
The snow brings to mind Home.
There is a comforting silence about it when it falls and its presence brings peace to my soul.
I could sit in it and look at it for weeks, I should think.
There is a comforting silence about it when it falls and its presence brings peace to my soul.
I could sit in it and look at it for weeks, I should think.
Written By Aslaug
Oct. 3, 2019, 8:31 p.m.(12/13/1011 AR)
Who are you?
I have been asked this question numerous times in the last couple of days.
Who are you?
I am me. Who are you?
The interesting part is how few seem to be able to answer this simple question and yet, they do not like my answer at all.
I have been asked this question numerous times in the last couple of days.
Who are you?
I am me. Who are you?
The interesting part is how few seem to be able to answer this simple question and yet, they do not like my answer at all.
Written By Aslaug
Aug. 22, 2019, 4:01 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
I've come to a near-enlightening experience the other day, and I'd like to give it meaning here, in these journals.
I scarcely care to inflict my opinions on paper. I spare my lungs the struggle of making others understand what I see, what I know and what I want, but this requires an exception.
Where my words can't convey, and expressions fail to explain, I'll let my writing take the stage. I came ashore to Arx recently once again after what felt like a year worth of a voyage to the Maelstrom. Sailors, the crooked and uncrooked alike, spoke of a tale most enchanting: of a woman in tattered leathers and silvered hair that was lost across the path we trod. A noblewoman; a someone they couldn't name, for the ignoble asea had more worldly problems than to care for the nomenclature of the highborn.
I brought a sketch of her definitions to Arx with me on my way back, inspired by the tales of her that I could feel didn't do glory to whole truth behind them. It wasn't my best work, and perhaps not entirely accurate to her looks if the swashbuckler's anyone to believe, but I'm hoping it'll give me leads.
They say she was lost on the way back from Darkwater Watch, ten to fifteen nautical miles from Stormward. They only looked for her for a month. That's all I know.
For now.
I scarcely care to inflict my opinions on paper. I spare my lungs the struggle of making others understand what I see, what I know and what I want, but this requires an exception.
Where my words can't convey, and expressions fail to explain, I'll let my writing take the stage. I came ashore to Arx recently once again after what felt like a year worth of a voyage to the Maelstrom. Sailors, the crooked and uncrooked alike, spoke of a tale most enchanting: of a woman in tattered leathers and silvered hair that was lost across the path we trod. A noblewoman; a someone they couldn't name, for the ignoble asea had more worldly problems than to care for the nomenclature of the highborn.
I brought a sketch of her definitions to Arx with me on my way back, inspired by the tales of her that I could feel didn't do glory to whole truth behind them. It wasn't my best work, and perhaps not entirely accurate to her looks if the swashbuckler's anyone to believe, but I'm hoping it'll give me leads.
They say she was lost on the way back from Darkwater Watch, ten to fifteen nautical miles from Stormward. They only looked for her for a month. That's all I know.
For now.
Written By Aslaug
June 5, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(12/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Barik
(A sketch drawn with black charcoal spans the entirety of this page. The outline is rough, hastily done, but there's a confident smoothness in the way the outline was sketched -- as if the image was clear in the artist's head before being put down on paper. The page is almost completely covered in black charcoal that makes up the form of what appears to be the shape of a still, burning flame. Inside this flame, the white of the page is left as the shape of a hunched figure, marked with details just enough to denote that this is the back of a cloaked figure.)
Written By Aslaug
May 29, 2018, 4:33 a.m.(11/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cullen
(A drawing of a wall etched with cracks. These cracks sprawl out across the entirety of the wall, almost resembling the path of a spiderweb.)
Written By Aslaug
May 28, 2018, 8:20 a.m.(11/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
(Drawn on a page is an area choked in smoke. It is difficult to discern anything besides a man who stands within the smoke. Even still, his features are difficult to make out through the smog.)
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 29, 2016, 9:32 p.m.(7/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
(A drawing of a crab with a spear through it, beside a flask that's on it's side, the lid off, a single drop coming out of it, and a big check mark to the right of both.)
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 8, 2016, 9:47 a.m.(5/1/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Another sketch, this one of a beach, a small fire and a beached boat. Given the moon is in the sky it is probably night time.
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 3, 2016, 8:19 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
(On this page is drawn a handsome and face with an energetic and detailed smile, lively whisps of hair fluffed up off his head, and a regal square jaw. Only making the sketch unsettling is the absence of eyes in it, flat flesh instead over there space under his brows.)
Written By Aslaug
Dec. 3, 2016, 8:16 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
(where there should be writing is instead a sketch of a handsome faced man, though it takes a moment to notice he's missing his ears)
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