Written By Ravna
May 9, 2020, 2:59 a.m.(4/5/1013 AR)
I-I've aquired...a thing. A hare. I think? I've no idea. It's like a cat, maybe. Probably. Or a dog? A hou----AGH! STOPIT! STOP! OW! OW! OW! FINE! FUCK! OW!
...Why are you laughing? The little bastard is so *mean*, Scholar! Look at him! He's lean, and terrible. I think, perhaps, this thing, this vile creature, is the Mis to my Fortune? Who should know, yeah? Oh, name? Uh...I dunno. Knife-Fingers. Yes. That is his name. Knife-Fingers: The asshole jackrabbit.
You ever wonder how hares and stuff survive? Y'know? Like, you know. Probably, think about it - if they're caught, their dead, yeah? BUT! But. You gotta catch'em, first.
Like me! Hee.
...Why are you laughing? The little bastard is so *mean*, Scholar! Look at him! He's lean, and terrible. I think, perhaps, this thing, this vile creature, is the Mis to my Fortune? Who should know, yeah? Oh, name? Uh...I dunno. Knife-Fingers. Yes. That is his name. Knife-Fingers: The asshole jackrabbit.
You ever wonder how hares and stuff survive? Y'know? Like, you know. Probably, think about it - if they're caught, their dead, yeah? BUT! But. You gotta catch'em, first.
Like me! Hee.
Written By Ravna
May 7, 2020, 12:19 p.m.(4/2/1013 AR)
If, you know, yes, if The Road is very long - mhm - and one is walking it alone, do you suppose, yes, you are not alone at all? Probably.
Hee! Strozza choked the same way! Woel clears out the body, yeah? Get all that fluff outtatheway.
Hee! Strozza choked the same way! Woel clears out the body, yeah? Get all that fluff outtatheway.
Written By Ravna
May 6, 2020, 4:12 p.m.(3/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Oooohhhh! Who lives in a green apple under the sea? TOE-REE-AN!
Such is the life, you know? To live it as it is. Could you imagine, yes, how many grey hairs he has from me? Oh yes. Full pockets and grey hairs. Such is the life, oh yes. Certainly.
But none might find a better to care for his kin, no, I doubt it, quite, very much so.
Such is the life, you know? To live it as it is. Could you imagine, yes, how many grey hairs he has from me? Oh yes. Full pockets and grey hairs. Such is the life, oh yes. Certainly.
But none might find a better to care for his kin, no, I doubt it, quite, very much so.
Written By Ravna
May 5, 2020, 7:50 p.m.(3/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Strozza
N-never let it be said that, a man so fancy, so grinning, so fine - could not stand and breathe fire! Drink Elixirs! Like mine. Oh yes. Hahahaaaaaa! Peaches, my man, it's the stuff of gods!
Written By Ravna
May 5, 2020, 7:48 p.m.(3/26/1013 AR)
...Once...there was a pigeon, covered in down, she thought she was a - a goose! Who deserved her own crown! She honked, and she hissed, and daaaaammmmn was she pissed! For pigeons cannot swim, and sh-she did quickly drown...hee.
Written By Ravna
May 5, 2020, 7:44 p.m.(3/26/1013 AR)
M-my words of wisdom for this-is day: The Li-lies we tell ourselves are, far more dire than those we tell e-eachother. Mhm. Write that do- oh you are. Well, good. Now. Lemme see? I faded out halfway through that one...oh good! Why are you still writing? Oh. I'm still talking. Well. Yes. Absolutely, of course, so. Once upon a time, a dazzling pr-princess of sorts was stuck amongst the chains and webs of a great spider, mhm, yes. But, and yes. But. There's this thing, you know? A tabby cat with silver and gold eyes. Yeah. So this cat walks up to this Great Spider and is all like, "Eyooo! Chu doin' with this fine thing?"
Spider goes, "Begone foul puss! I want none of your tricks! This is my capture! To do with as I like!"
Know what, what that big ass spider did then. Next. Yeah? Gloated. Mhm. Spiders are talkative cunts, you know?
"She will be my thing, forever! This glittering thing, I shall eat her light!"
An-and that drunk tabby - no, yes. Cats absolutely get drunk, scholar man, yes. I have seen it - not my doing, no. But I've seen it. Mhm. So this tabby goes, "Oh really? I don't see your web. Come, shiny thing, don't you see? There is no web." And maaaaan, just like that, that girl opened her eyes and saw the spider was just a lie she was telling herself.
...What ending? Oh, I dunno, I think the tabby ate a mouse or something. Or another pussy. You know? Hee.
Spider goes, "Begone foul puss! I want none of your tricks! This is my capture! To do with as I like!"
Know what, what that big ass spider did then. Next. Yeah? Gloated. Mhm. Spiders are talkative cunts, you know?
"She will be my thing, forever! This glittering thing, I shall eat her light!"
An-and that drunk tabby - no, yes. Cats absolutely get drunk, scholar man, yes. I have seen it - not my doing, no. But I've seen it. Mhm. So this tabby goes, "Oh really? I don't see your web. Come, shiny thing, don't you see? There is no web." And maaaaan, just like that, that girl opened her eyes and saw the spider was just a lie she was telling herself.
...What ending? Oh, I dunno, I think the tabby ate a mouse or something. Or another pussy. You know? Hee.
Written By Ravna
May 4, 2020, 3:47 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dianna
The Truest Love, if ever there was one. Yes. Absolutely. Mhm. Yes. She, like Me, forges her own Way; yes, mhm. Certainly. Odd thing, about this love, you know? Yes, hear me out now though, truly - like a, uh, you know how a drink sometimes, just, you feel *good* after? Not drunk, not quite tipsy, but that places riiiiiiiight before there? That is this. But better? Truly. Maybe. Absolutely. She is very fond of Nice Things, mhm, but - and this is the Big But: She will walk The Road with me, mhm. Quite. But, and this is another Big But: She is real. Truly real. Really real. Not the real of like, you know, wondering if it's real and always wondering if it's real, it's that real that bonds in your brain as - truly real. She the person, Dianna, not The Godsworn or Myziantettle - however you say that name. Mhm. But, yes, truly true. Like a peach made from peaches, you know? ...What do you mean that dosn't make sense? It makes absolute sense. A peach made from peaches, as opposed to, I dunno - rotten apples. Or potatoes.
Why do you roll your eyes?
She says I am, very blessed, lucky even, oh yes, quite the lucky one, me. Has nothing to do with silver, or gold, though. Deep roots grow tall trees, yeah? She thinks her roots are dead, or hacked away, hahahaahaaaaaa! Girrrrl! Barely sees what I see. Mhm. Big trees, indeedly.
Why do you roll your eyes?
She says I am, very blessed, lucky even, oh yes, quite the lucky one, me. Has nothing to do with silver, or gold, though. Deep roots grow tall trees, yeah? She thinks her roots are dead, or hacked away, hahahaahaaaaaa! Girrrrl! Barely sees what I see. Mhm. Big trees, indeedly.
Written By Ravna
May 4, 2020, 3:05 p.m.(3/24/1013 AR)
Have you ever wondered, yes, scholar, you, if you know - have you ever wondered? Er, I mean to say is, have you ever wondered if you were really wondering, or - if you are you wondering about you? Not *you*, but if *you* are a *you* who is wondering about you?
Don't look at me like that. I'm not dr--I mean, yes, I've been drinking, duh. Silly scholar, yes. What? Well, yes. No, no. More than one. Well, yes, three. Well, more than three. What? Why are you-- oh, a carriage back? So nice. So kind. So caring, beautiful Scholar, you, yes. You. Absolutely.
Don't look at me like that. I'm not dr--I mean, yes, I've been drinking, duh. Silly scholar, yes. What? Well, yes. No, no. More than one. Well, yes, three. Well, more than three. What? Why are you-- oh, a carriage back? So nice. So kind. So caring, beautiful Scholar, you, yes. You. Absolutely.
Written By Ravna
April 25, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(3/6/1013 AR)
All this talk of demons, and monsters, and terrible things...no one has ever thought to ask: Where did the birds go?
Written By Ravna
April 22, 2020, 1:41 a.m.(2/26/1013 AR)
I may have, more than once. Even. Yes. I, Ravna, I may have more than once - you know - tied bells to a cat tail. Recently.
Well yes, *of course* the same recently as you. I'm drunk, not high, silly thing. Yes. You, there.
Hmn? How many? Oh. Uh. Twwwooo-en? Ten? Two? Two sounds right. No. Yes. No....mmmnn..no. Ten. Probably. Likely.
Well yes, *of course* the same recently as you. I'm drunk, not high, silly thing. Yes. You, there.
Hmn? How many? Oh. Uh. Twwwooo-en? Ten? Two? Two sounds right. No. Yes. No....mmmnn..no. Ten. Probably. Likely.
Written By Ravna
April 22, 2020, 1:37 a.m.(2/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tython
Cousin! Right out of stories and legends he is, you know, a *proper* sea Culler. You know? I know.
Written By Ravna
April 22, 2020, 1:27 a.m.(2/26/1013 AR)
Hmn? What? ...What? Why do you stare at me so, scholar? You- oh. I what? Journal? Oh.
I have had only two bottles of brandy today. Thankyouverymuch. Prudish thing, you are, yes.
My fame? Oh! Well, you see. You know, well. You have always known, dear friend of mine, that I. Ravna Culler. I have always been - you know - a winner.
I have had only two bottles of brandy today. Thankyouverymuch. Prudish thing, you are, yes.
My fame? Oh! Well, you see. You know, well. You have always known, dear friend of mine, that I. Ravna Culler. I have always been - you know - a winner.
Written By Ravna
April 22, 2020, 1:25 a.m.(2/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
My. Hero. My, delightfully large, valiant, storm-slicing hero. You, magnificent man...oh, did you bring dice?! I LOVE dice!
Written By Ravna
April 20, 2020, 5:50 p.m.(2/24/1013 AR)
So, there I was, yeah? I know, I know. I know - you know - that I was there, okay? But, THERE I WAS:
In the den of snakes, surrounded by so much gold and wealth, that many in the Lowers would fall down and CRY! Yet I, yes, I, Ravna, that is I. Me. I, did only find the greatest, most glorious treasure in all of the pit! Yes. I did, even, and I even - yes, I, Ravna - did defeat those snakes.
...What do you mean 'getting them drunk' does not count? It absolutely counts. Do you know how many guards have lost their jobs to falling asleep after drinking too much? Well, yes, I know - you know, I know you wouldn't know about that but, come now.
In the den of snakes, surrounded by so much gold and wealth, that many in the Lowers would fall down and CRY! Yet I, yes, I, Ravna, that is I. Me. I, did only find the greatest, most glorious treasure in all of the pit! Yes. I did, even, and I even - yes, I, Ravna - did defeat those snakes.
...What do you mean 'getting them drunk' does not count? It absolutely counts. Do you know how many guards have lost their jobs to falling asleep after drinking too much? Well, yes, I know - you know, I know you wouldn't know about that but, come now.
Written By Ravna
April 11, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
I tell you, yes. You. The man. You beautiful, lovely creature, I'll tell you! Let me tell you, please?
Heee! So, we all know, I think, yes, I do know - that my Ass is Beautiful. Well, once upon an Eve my Ass; that being Beautiful, did come across a wild-thing store. She'd been tanning the hide of some deer - I think it was a deer atleast - a deer, yes, I think. I do know, you know, and as she skinned this deer she sang a song, hummed it really, and the tune was so sweet; well, my Ass and I, we slung beneath the nearby tree and listened to this tone. Drinking (as one does when listening to beautiful women sing, really. Life Is Good.) and fell to sleep -- well! My friend, dear man with the quill, I'd awakened in one of my stupors, yes, perhaps a day late. Or just the morn after...are you ready?
LOCKED IN A CAGE! It was terrible. Well. Not too terrible, honestly the hay was fresh and the room where the cage was, was very warm. It smelled of berries, I think. Or blood. No, I think it was berries. So she had locked me away! (I still to this day have not found hay quite as nice to sleep on) Yet I had heard her humming, sharpening her knives and I could peek outside to see through a window there, Beautiful (that is my Ass, you know) with her lovely coat. Well. I was terrified this wild thing, this woman with her chest hanging to her knees, was going to eat my Ass! So I cried out her name: "Beautiful! Run!"
Well. My dear man, O Dear Man, my Ass did not run. But kicked that wild thing straight in the face! Well, my man. I have never seen a wicked woman go quiet so fast, as compared to when she tried to skin, and likely eat, my Ass.
Oh - how did I get out? I'm not really sure. I found one of my hidden flasks and took a nap, woke up down the road nearby a stream. No, no. There's no story about the stream - though I did win a pissing contest with a bear, once.
Heee! So, we all know, I think, yes, I do know - that my Ass is Beautiful. Well, once upon an Eve my Ass; that being Beautiful, did come across a wild-thing store. She'd been tanning the hide of some deer - I think it was a deer atleast - a deer, yes, I think. I do know, you know, and as she skinned this deer she sang a song, hummed it really, and the tune was so sweet; well, my Ass and I, we slung beneath the nearby tree and listened to this tone. Drinking (as one does when listening to beautiful women sing, really. Life Is Good.) and fell to sleep -- well! My friend, dear man with the quill, I'd awakened in one of my stupors, yes, perhaps a day late. Or just the morn after...are you ready?
LOCKED IN A CAGE! It was terrible. Well. Not too terrible, honestly the hay was fresh and the room where the cage was, was very warm. It smelled of berries, I think. Or blood. No, I think it was berries. So she had locked me away! (I still to this day have not found hay quite as nice to sleep on) Yet I had heard her humming, sharpening her knives and I could peek outside to see through a window there, Beautiful (that is my Ass, you know) with her lovely coat. Well. I was terrified this wild thing, this woman with her chest hanging to her knees, was going to eat my Ass! So I cried out her name: "Beautiful! Run!"
Well. My dear man, O Dear Man, my Ass did not run. But kicked that wild thing straight in the face! Well, my man. I have never seen a wicked woman go quiet so fast, as compared to when she tried to skin, and likely eat, my Ass.
Oh - how did I get out? I'm not really sure. I found one of my hidden flasks and took a nap, woke up down the road nearby a stream. No, no. There's no story about the stream - though I did win a pissing contest with a bear, once.
Written By Ravna
April 10, 2020, 11:17 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
There was a man from Chunuket, his co-
I found a good dice set,you know. In the mud when I was fond. It rolls and rolls, and rolls some more, and brings me silver by the pounds.
I played a flute down by the avenue, and pretty girls came to me. They laughed and danced, such joy in their eyes, when I slung my flute over my knee.
I met my little sister, so dark, so brave. Full of all that fire. Did you know, guy, that she once broke a man's nose for sniffing at her? No, no. I'm kidding. Lying, really. I mean, she would. It's awesome.
I don't think she likes Beautiful. Who? Oh, my Ass. My Ass is Beautiful.
I found a good dice set,you know. In the mud when I was fond. It rolls and rolls, and rolls some more, and brings me silver by the pounds.
I played a flute down by the avenue, and pretty girls came to me. They laughed and danced, such joy in their eyes, when I slung my flute over my knee.
I met my little sister, so dark, so brave. Full of all that fire. Did you know, guy, that she once broke a man's nose for sniffing at her? No, no. I'm kidding. Lying, really. I mean, she would. It's awesome.
I don't think she likes Beautiful. Who? Oh, my Ass. My Ass is Beautiful.
Written By Ravna
July 17, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(1/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
LORD VICTORY! We drank, he lost, we won, we drank, and stories. O STORIES! How they were told, are told, will be told - He knows The Greybacks for what We are! He knows, and because he knows, The Stick, Rabbitsfoot and I would surely drink with him again. Over bodies, too! Preferably live bodies. Live bodies with tits. Not dead bodies. I abhor violence, you know. Unless it's the good kind where I win.
Written By Ravna
July 17, 2016, 5:24 p.m.(1/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
Scarface. Bellhound. Shroudsinger and, he reminds me of a little boy I met, years ago, years and years and years ago. I met him in prison, you know. The little boy, not Gareth. Or was it Gareth? Was it prison? Oh right, the little boy: He sold his horse for some magic beans, instead of silver, and his whole family starved to death the winter thereafter. Lovely story, innit?
Written By Ravna
July 17, 2016, 5:22 p.m.(1/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Red. Red like Blood, Red like Fire, Red like Wine and her voice is something to DIE FOR! Everyone looks, and sees a savage Prodigal servant to Redrain, and maybe they are right! Maybe. But I look, and I See, and...O Red, We shall roll the dice!
Written By Ravna
July 17, 2016, 5:20 p.m.(1/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
The Interchanging Door, Down a Corridor of Screams; my most beautiful Cousin not-cousin! Cutter to the core, Cutter? Did I say Cutter? I meant - Culler. Culler, yes. She's a Culler. Not a Cutter. That'd be silly. Her words are like silver, her touch is like whiskey, and O! O, how her strength is like that of a rightly made road. A road, that goes right into the Lower Boroughs.
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