Written By Ravna
Dec. 27, 2021, 1:52 p.m.(10/26/1016 AR)
Rrrraaaaajaaaaaaa, a-a good wife to meeeee. Raaaajaaaaa, she fi-fights for Us to be Freeeeee. Rajaaaaaa! She is a mother, wife and morrrrrreeeee. Rajaaaaaa, beautiful woman, unafraid of goorrrrreeee.
Di-did you know, Scholar, once. Once, even, maybe just once - probably? - but, once, I once saw Raja Culler ch-chase a man - a man twice, three times even, my size, huh? Yeah? So like, she chased him. Right across the field. This Giant. This, this behemoth, and just --
(Scholar Note: Ravna is stabbing the air quite a bit. I'm not actually sure what he's saying, but will transcribe as best as I can.)
-- nd'solike she just stabs the fuck out of him, and like, he smashes her right? Scariest moment, huh? Fuckin' - fwoof - and then there's this medic, right? Mouth so foul it drips whiskey and bad-tongues. She could probably curse paint o-off a house, huh?
So like, Raja nearly dies, but then this beautiful woman, great as she is...she doesn't die. No mythological help. N-no Friends to play Games with. You now? She nearly dies, ribs all bent like this --
(Ravna is showing his ribs - I think? There are a lot of scars.)
-- and then like, three weeks later, she's fine. Fucking. Fine. Mint. Steel. Pretty knife in her teeth, stabbing the fuck out of wife-beaters and nonsense, huh?
So, follow me here. F-follow, follow me:
My wife is...i-is it normal to be really into watching her go a-after villains? She's got a fist, okay? It's dark, and pretty, and -- she's strong -- but fwoof. She's got this look, and...
Di-did you know, Scholar, once. Once, even, maybe just once - probably? - but, once, I once saw Raja Culler ch-chase a man - a man twice, three times even, my size, huh? Yeah? So like, she chased him. Right across the field. This Giant. This, this behemoth, and just --
(Scholar Note: Ravna is stabbing the air quite a bit. I'm not actually sure what he's saying, but will transcribe as best as I can.)
-- nd'solike she just stabs the fuck out of him, and like, he smashes her right? Scariest moment, huh? Fuckin' - fwoof - and then there's this medic, right? Mouth so foul it drips whiskey and bad-tongues. She could probably curse paint o-off a house, huh?
So like, Raja nearly dies, but then this beautiful woman, great as she is...she doesn't die. No mythological help. N-no Friends to play Games with. You now? She nearly dies, ribs all bent like this --
(Ravna is showing his ribs - I think? There are a lot of scars.)
-- and then like, three weeks later, she's fine. Fucking. Fine. Mint. Steel. Pretty knife in her teeth, stabbing the fuck out of wife-beaters and nonsense, huh?
So, follow me here. F-follow, follow me:
My wife is...i-is it normal to be really into watching her go a-after villains? She's got a fist, okay? It's dark, and pretty, and -- she's strong -- but fwoof. She's got this look, and...
Written By Ravna
Dec. 19, 2021, 1:09 p.m.(10/10/1016 AR)
Oooooooooh! Bluuuuue skyyyyy, blue seeeaaaas! W-what could I want, but what is before meeee? For all that lies behind, i-is the prettiest of pretty peach treeees.
D-did you get that? Yeah? Oh, oh this is gonna be great. So great. Beautiful, even. You're great.
D-did you get that? Yeah? Oh, oh this is gonna be great. So great. Beautiful, even. You're great.
Written By Ravna
Jan. 17, 2021, 7:27 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
I-is it drink, drunk. Drink. Is it drink or food to be fuel? Air? Are these fuel f-for my fire? My, our, mine - Is this what makes life?
Water. Need water. Gotta flow, flow like water, my waters, my Woel? No. Staff! Staff. Fists. Feet. Fffflow.
Eats. Food. Wood. Paper. Cloth. Skin. Hair. Mixed together...mixmixmixmixed...Woel. Peaches.
Air? Air. Breath. Worrrrds. Mummers. Ideas.
...spark? Spark. What is spark, my spark? My. Spark. Spark...s-park..
Water. Need water. Gotta flow, flow like water, my waters, my Woel? No. Staff! Staff. Fists. Feet. Fffflow.
Eats. Food. Wood. Paper. Cloth. Skin. Hair. Mixed together...mixmixmixmixed...Woel. Peaches.
Air? Air. Breath. Worrrrds. Mummers. Ideas.
...spark? Spark. What is spark, my spark? My. Spark. Spark...s-park..
Written By Ravna
Dec. 15, 2020, 3:17 p.m.(7/26/1014 AR)
H-how is it that like, if you are what you eat...trolls are trolls? You know? Don't they eat princesses? Does that mean princesses are trolls?
I mean, no. No. I'm not sure if they're trolls or not but, you know, I know eating one d-dosn't turn you into a troll.
I mean, no. No. I'm not sure if they're trolls or not but, you know, I know eating one d-dosn't turn you into a troll.
Written By Ravna
Dec. 14, 2020, 9:28 p.m.(7/25/1014 AR)
You know, there was this uh, this one time. You know. Awhile back. Guys chasing us, I think we swiped some bread or something - one of my brothers and me. I think. Blurry, you know?
Anyways, once like, we swiped. Ran. These guys followed us, you ever see those big urns - yeah, with the ashes in it? Ever see them break? So like, we broke one, you know behind us and my brother, good kid him, he breaks fine glass.
These guys, they mangle their feet trying to chase kids stealing bread to eat. I feel like that's uh, you know, I don't know, like, The Gods balancing stuff out, you know?
Balance is important. How the hell do you think Mummers do what they do? I couldn't walk no rope.
Anyways, once like, we swiped. Ran. These guys followed us, you ever see those big urns - yeah, with the ashes in it? Ever see them break? So like, we broke one, you know behind us and my brother, good kid him, he breaks fine glass.
These guys, they mangle their feet trying to chase kids stealing bread to eat. I feel like that's uh, you know, I don't know, like, The Gods balancing stuff out, you know?
Balance is important. How the hell do you think Mummers do what they do? I couldn't walk no rope.
Written By Ravna
Dec. 14, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(7/25/1014 AR)
On Combat:
1) D-don't, you know, follow rules. You know? Cheaters aren't ch-cheaters if, if they win. You know? They're winners. Because, beee-caaauuuuse losers die. Dead. Mhm.
2) Cheat.
3) I-if fighting a cheater, cheat harder, a-and don't do that weird flippy nonsense with like, words and valor and whatever. Just stab them in the throat. Wham.
4) I-if you're gonna lose, loss. Run. Even wolves run, man. Bears run. Sharks run. Run! Th-then, find the guy you ran from later, you know? Burn his house down. Or something, I don't know, you do you.
5) If you meet a fist fighter, don't fighter her with your fists, you know? Shoot her with a bow or something.
6) Winning is for winners, dying is for suckers, and it's better to be lucky than dead. Also it's better to win. So, you know, win. You know?
7) F..Too many of these...vomit or a burp? ...Ohthankthegodsitwasaburp.
8) Fire, piss, and even dung. You wanna see a big macho warrior scream like a girl? Cover your knife in dung. Piss on your cloak. Light that fool on fire. That'll show'em.
9) Win.
1) D-don't, you know, follow rules. You know? Cheaters aren't ch-cheaters if, if they win. You know? They're winners. Because, beee-caaauuuuse losers die. Dead. Mhm.
2) Cheat.
3) I-if fighting a cheater, cheat harder, a-and don't do that weird flippy nonsense with like, words and valor and whatever. Just stab them in the throat. Wham.
4) I-if you're gonna lose, loss. Run. Even wolves run, man. Bears run. Sharks run. Run! Th-then, find the guy you ran from later, you know? Burn his house down. Or something, I don't know, you do you.
5) If you meet a fist fighter, don't fighter her with your fists, you know? Shoot her with a bow or something.
6) Winning is for winners, dying is for suckers, and it's better to be lucky than dead. Also it's better to win. So, you know, win. You know?
7) F..Too many of these...vomit or a burp? ...Ohthankthegodsitwasaburp.
8) Fire, piss, and even dung. You wanna see a big macho warrior scream like a girl? Cover your knife in dung. Piss on your cloak. Light that fool on fire. That'll show'em.
9) Win.
Written By Ravna
Nov. 22, 2020, 6:31 a.m.(6/8/1014 AR)
Watch, watch, w-a-t-c-h.
Now you see me? Now you...
Now you see me? Now you...
Written By Ravna
Sept. 27, 2020, 7:04 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)
I-if Aion is the creator, and his Dream is our reality, does that mean Aion; who is clearly a drunk too drunk to wake up, you know? Does that mean, if he wakes up, The Dream ends? Gasp. Hail to the drinkers, yeah? Gotta drink the drink for the true drunk to sleep it off, and dream The Dream...or...something.
Written By Ravna
Aug. 23, 2020, 4:57 p.m.(11/22/1013 AR)
Oi. You. Yeah, You. Obso. You ever been set on fire before? Helluvanexperience.
Written By Ravna
July 15, 2020, 8:11 a.m.(8/27/1013 AR)
W-hich end of the spear is deadlier? The pointy end you're so worried about? Or, or, orrr...the blunt iron butted side you forget?
Or the center, that will catch your teeth when you're not looking?
A spear is a spear is a master of fear. Oldest weapon second only to the club, so fear the spear, swordsman, and pay attention - or see your own blood.
Or the center, that will catch your teeth when you're not looking?
A spear is a spear is a master of fear. Oldest weapon second only to the club, so fear the spear, swordsman, and pay attention - or see your own blood.
Written By Ravna
July 15, 2020, 8:10 a.m.(8/27/1013 AR)
W-hich end of the spear is deadlier? The pointy end you're so worried about? Or, or, orrr...the blunt iron butted side you forget?
Or the center, that will catch your teeth when you're not looking?
A spear is a spear is a master of fear. Oldest weapon second only to the club, so fear the spear, swordsman, and pay attention - or see your own blood.
Or the center, that will catch your teeth when you're not looking?
A spear is a spear is a master of fear. Oldest weapon second only to the club, so fear the spear, swordsman, and pay attention - or see your own blood.
Written By Ravna
July 15, 2020, 8:08 a.m.(8/27/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
What defines Good and Bad?
Nothing. A dream is a dream, is a dream which dreams dreamily. Light is light even through prisms and stained glass. Yeah? No action is good nor bad until that pass, yeah? Until it shines on through a thing, to be made different but only to the eye.
Unless you kick a puppy to death or something. That's bad. Super bad. Like, 'Someone might burn your house down in response.' Bad. Or, I dunno, you trip, slip, and fall into the harbor. Who knows.
Nothing. A dream is a dream, is a dream which dreams dreamily. Light is light even through prisms and stained glass. Yeah? No action is good nor bad until that pass, yeah? Until it shines on through a thing, to be made different but only to the eye.
Unless you kick a puppy to death or something. That's bad. Super bad. Like, 'Someone might burn your house down in response.' Bad. Or, I dunno, you trip, slip, and fall into the harbor. Who knows.
Written By Ravna
July 10, 2020, 10:28 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
If all weapons were wood, could you? Do you think you would?
Alacrite blades! Blades of Lore! Are they sharp - or is the mind? Both?
A three-handed man with four arms walks down the street, a boy with fresh sweets stops him and says, "Hey wow, that's neat! Freak." The man grins a grin so grinny it nearly splits his face, then pats the boy on the head - before walking by. Later the boy goes home to tell the story, and discovers missing those treats. B-bamboozled.
Woe be not the eye that is gone, woe be the eye too slow, too fogged. The eye can move and catch things quicker than a breath; but hands can move even quicker yet.
So what is better: The Blade or the Mind? If one has only a blade then a tree are they, dumb, tall, and only in the way. Oh! But a sharp mind! Brilliant, sharp, clean until unsheathed! Now THAT is a weapon, to truly treasure, THAT is a weapon to keep ready and never sheathe.
Alacrite blades! Blades of Lore! Are they sharp - or is the mind? Both?
A three-handed man with four arms walks down the street, a boy with fresh sweets stops him and says, "Hey wow, that's neat! Freak." The man grins a grin so grinny it nearly splits his face, then pats the boy on the head - before walking by. Later the boy goes home to tell the story, and discovers missing those treats. B-bamboozled.
Woe be not the eye that is gone, woe be the eye too slow, too fogged. The eye can move and catch things quicker than a breath; but hands can move even quicker yet.
So what is better: The Blade or the Mind? If one has only a blade then a tree are they, dumb, tall, and only in the way. Oh! But a sharp mind! Brilliant, sharp, clean until unsheathed! Now THAT is a weapon, to truly treasure, THAT is a weapon to keep ready and never sheathe.
Written By Ravna
June 27, 2020, 10:55 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
When Two become One, does that mean Two is now undone? Or soon becomes an even greater number for that self-sacrifice?
Thirteen mirrors facing inward, each mirror can see each mirror, One sits in the center of Thirteen - how many Ones will One see?
Is One still One, or One times Thirteen?
Her skin painted like the night sky, and she is divine, so is there a riddle thought: Do stars disappear during the day? Are the stars always there? The moon? Is a thing still a thing if another thing covers that thing?
Is it the armory that has value, or the wielder and wearer?
One blade stuck in the table, three hands on top, two bodies present - who gets dropped?
Thirteen mirrors facing inward, each mirror can see each mirror, One sits in the center of Thirteen - how many Ones will One see?
Is One still One, or One times Thirteen?
Her skin painted like the night sky, and she is divine, so is there a riddle thought: Do stars disappear during the day? Are the stars always there? The moon? Is a thing still a thing if another thing covers that thing?
Is it the armory that has value, or the wielder and wearer?
One blade stuck in the table, three hands on top, two bodies present - who gets dropped?
Written By Ravna
June 25, 2020, 9:14 p.m.(7/16/1013 AR)
Absolute Freedom Absolutely! Haaa! Cut the strings! Break the chains! BURN THE TETHERS!
Or, you know. Don't. Whichever.
Or, you know. Don't. Whichever.
Written By Ravna
June 24, 2020, 12:36 p.m.(7/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Haaaaaaa!
See, if your beard was down to your knees, yeah? This wouldn't have happened. That impenetrable beard, a bulwark of the gods - I bet you've let ships just crash into that thing once or twice, yeah? Yeeeaaah. How many axes have you broken with that thing?
I bet, the only way you can trim that piece of natural armor is by having the Iron Maiden get her grindstone powered by twelve horses and a prayer.
See, if your beard was down to your knees, yeah? This wouldn't have happened. That impenetrable beard, a bulwark of the gods - I bet you've let ships just crash into that thing once or twice, yeah? Yeeeaaah. How many axes have you broken with that thing?
I bet, the only way you can trim that piece of natural armor is by having the Iron Maiden get her grindstone powered by twelve horses and a prayer.
Written By Ravna
June 22, 2020, 7:21 p.m.(7/10/1013 AR)
Words mixed, word shifted, so listen up while the pages don't burn from beasts, man or folklore witches:
I, yes, Me, I, Ravna Culler was done treated like a Holy Man today.
"Philosopher." She called me.
Ravna Culler, the Drunken Sage, Luckchild, Philosopher Who Walks The Roads.
Mmm. Feels good. That's a fine title, yeah? Yeeeaaaah. She gets it. She knows. She can See! So is it a notch, a coin, a scar, a ribbon - that she has bestowed this title upon this one, I: Me.
Haaaa.
I, yes, Me, I, Ravna Culler was done treated like a Holy Man today.
"Philosopher." She called me.
Ravna Culler, the Drunken Sage, Luckchild, Philosopher Who Walks The Roads.
Mmm. Feels good. That's a fine title, yeah? Yeeeaaaah. She gets it. She knows. She can See! So is it a notch, a coin, a scar, a ribbon - that she has bestowed this title upon this one, I: Me.
Haaaa.
Written By Ravna
June 22, 2020, 5:04 a.m.(7/9/1013 AR)
La-Go-Maaaaa! 3! Three. That is, there, yes. Three. La. 1, Go, 2, Ma! 3! Three. That is: Fuel, Air, Spark! Flame. My flame.
Haaaa!
Why do you look so scared, eh? Uh? Hm? No, no. I'd never. Just lighting my pipe.
Heeee...so's I says I'mma fight a soul and I'll fight a soul, even when my breath is fire? So is it, that'll take a toll. She came right quick, left and right, we dance and dance, and I know we was a sight. So this woman, her head crowned by flame, did split my liver! But I have no shame.
Hips like an urn, and tits like fruit. She'll smash that face, and lick frosting off you.
Then, says I, the sun rises high! An Iron Lioness! With sad eyes. A blessing from the past, now in the present! She is the one, to be taught life never-ending. Beauty not of a diamond, a flower, a cat or a snake - but a real one, no analogies, no metaphor, no lies. From down in the earth, a goodness not even The Queen could let die.
Learned a lot I have, yes. These past few days, now don't mind me, I'mma swim in a grotto and sleep! In a cloudy haze.
Haaaa!
Why do you look so scared, eh? Uh? Hm? No, no. I'd never. Just lighting my pipe.
Heeee...so's I says I'mma fight a soul and I'll fight a soul, even when my breath is fire? So is it, that'll take a toll. She came right quick, left and right, we dance and dance, and I know we was a sight. So this woman, her head crowned by flame, did split my liver! But I have no shame.
Hips like an urn, and tits like fruit. She'll smash that face, and lick frosting off you.
Then, says I, the sun rises high! An Iron Lioness! With sad eyes. A blessing from the past, now in the present! She is the one, to be taught life never-ending. Beauty not of a diamond, a flower, a cat or a snake - but a real one, no analogies, no metaphor, no lies. From down in the earth, a goodness not even The Queen could let die.
Learned a lot I have, yes. These past few days, now don't mind me, I'mma swim in a grotto and sleep! In a cloudy haze.
Written By Ravna
June 16, 2020, 6:23 p.m.(6/26/1013 AR)
D'you think all the dudes from the old stories and shit, y'know, the ones that deal with like, monsters and shit, d'you think they just have...y'know...real small di--I mean, think about it, y'know? They always summon this like, thing, y'know? In the story. That thing always has a - DARK AND TERRIBLE PRIIIICE - like, man, just hire some goons. Damn.
Written By Ravna
June 16, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(6/26/1013 AR)
If you had to pick, which would you choose?
No, no, no. You only get these three choices, man. You get to only pick one, and, all you know is: 'Gee, Ravna Culler did, yes, just put three cups down in front of me. Claims there's a shiny thing there, too. Under one. Mhmm. Yes. Certainly.'
So, to play my man, you gotta give me ten silve-- well OF COURSE IT IS A GAMBLE, IT IS AN ANALOGY ON LIFE!
Hahaaaaaa! So, you don't play. That's a choice too. So four choices. But if you play in life...you gotta gamble, baby. Always gotta gamble. Always a thing you can lose.
Everyone has a thing they can lose. Or gain. There's winning for gambling, yeah? Yeeeaaah - oooh, NOW you wanna play?
Nope. You chose. Bored now byyyyeeeeee!
No, no, no. You only get these three choices, man. You get to only pick one, and, all you know is: 'Gee, Ravna Culler did, yes, just put three cups down in front of me. Claims there's a shiny thing there, too. Under one. Mhmm. Yes. Certainly.'
So, to play my man, you gotta give me ten silve-- well OF COURSE IT IS A GAMBLE, IT IS AN ANALOGY ON LIFE!
Hahaaaaaa! So, you don't play. That's a choice too. So four choices. But if you play in life...you gotta gamble, baby. Always gotta gamble. Always a thing you can lose.
Everyone has a thing they can lose. Or gain. There's winning for gambling, yeah? Yeeeaaah - oooh, NOW you wanna play?
Nope. You chose. Bored now byyyyeeeeee!
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