Written By Ravna
July 10, 2016, 7:56 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)
To Archscholar Aldwin:
A most curious man entered today to deliver his journal. He appeared to doodle nonsense on a page, as follows.
"Scribblescribbledoodledoodledoodledoodlelonesloneslonescirclescirclescirclestitstitstitswinestaininksplatterdoodledoodledoodlecatprintswalkingacrossthepagedoodledoodle."
I must again repeat my petition for transfer to the Lower Library and away from the Audience Hall. I have been advised that my health has become imperiled from my sessions with Lord Victus and Lady Kima, and sessions such as this speed my decline. I implore you, in the name of Lagoma, have pity.
A most curious man entered today to deliver his journal. He appeared to doodle nonsense on a page, as follows.
"Scribblescribbledoodledoodledoodledoodlelonesloneslonescirclescirclescirclestitstitstitswinestaininksplatterdoodledoodledoodlecatprintswalkingacrossthepagedoodledoodle."
I must again repeat my petition for transfer to the Lower Library and away from the Audience Hall. I have been advised that my health has become imperiled from my sessions with Lord Victus and Lady Kima, and sessions such as this speed my decline. I implore you, in the name of Lagoma, have pity.
Written By Ravna
July 10, 2016, 7:52 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)
Red...the colour of blood, of sunrises, of sunsets and shit wine. The kind of wine you know is going to get you fucked up, fucked over and fuck. The good sort of shitty wine. That were, you know, the colour of her hair. Her. Hair. But...but, but, but. B-U-T.
Oh, her voice.
Her voice, clearly, is that of some messenger of Gloria. Maybe Toria? Tivvy? The God of Wine and War. Oh, but her voice!
Then of course there is that boooooody! Not the sort to give birth to bear-men, but, oh! Such arms! Such fists! I do not know whether to fuck, or to fight, maybe both? Do I play dice, and cheat (though I never need to cheat) just to be caught and start a fight? O BUT HER VOICE, DEAR GODS!
She even fed Rabbitsfoot, this glorious, gorgeous, gargantuan woman of genuine generosity and gratuitous violence. If she were to read to me, in that voice, well, I may just play dice with The King.
Well, you know, when he wakes up.
Oh, her voice.
Her voice, clearly, is that of some messenger of Gloria. Maybe Toria? Tivvy? The God of Wine and War. Oh, but her voice!
Then of course there is that boooooody! Not the sort to give birth to bear-men, but, oh! Such arms! Such fists! I do not know whether to fuck, or to fight, maybe both? Do I play dice, and cheat (though I never need to cheat) just to be caught and start a fight? O BUT HER VOICE, DEAR GODS!
She even fed Rabbitsfoot, this glorious, gorgeous, gargantuan woman of genuine generosity and gratuitous violence. If she were to read to me, in that voice, well, I may just play dice with The King.
Well, you know, when he wakes up.
Written By Ravna
July 10, 2016, 7:42 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)
Nightgolds. Night-in-Golds? Whichever, however. Redanian's who support this legendary rite of passage, you know, up in the mountains: Of young men wrestling bears and killing them, for the right to take a woman! While the women, burse the orphaned cubs! Heee! This explains so very much, you know, because if you make a Redanian woman run fast enough, she will start a fire with her legs. It is all the hair. Oh, and, I learned today you know, that Noblegolds or...er...Nightingolds? Nethergelds? Whichever. Their nipples! Dipped in ink, make glorious quills!
Written By Ravna
June 5, 2016, 9:19 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
My Luck!
Could you imagine, could you, that My Twin, has a Cousin? A COUSIN! Just as I! The Bearded Beard, whom at first might be the gruffest fuck whos ass be sore or throttled -- and turns to be chaffed, and vigorous. One cannot have slaughter without laughter, eh! Eh. I think. Victory was his name, I think, I know positively, and surely enough I think if this man ever thought to hire a Stick? I'd ask Greyhat to go join him, too. Fuck it, yeah?
Saw the Seraph again, once more, I did. I am now truly positive she fancies me, yeah, she keeps recounting every lyric of her Faith and - I must say - she tries. She truly tries. Truly, dually, and it is -- lovely to behold, if not humorous. One day, she will drink with me, I think. I know.
Could you imagine, could you, that My Twin, has a Cousin? A COUSIN! Just as I! The Bearded Beard, whom at first might be the gruffest fuck whos ass be sore or throttled -- and turns to be chaffed, and vigorous. One cannot have slaughter without laughter, eh! Eh. I think. Victory was his name, I think, I know positively, and surely enough I think if this man ever thought to hire a Stick? I'd ask Greyhat to go join him, too. Fuck it, yeah?
Saw the Seraph again, once more, I did. I am now truly positive she fancies me, yeah, she keeps recounting every lyric of her Faith and - I must say - she tries. She truly tries. Truly, dually, and it is -- lovely to behold, if not humorous. One day, she will drink with me, I think. I know.
Written By Ravna
June 5, 2016, 9:17 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
Prince Lucky was born when a Prince might be born my Twin, me very best companion of drink and tyrannical terrible trouble. Valrawl? I'd count my Twin amongst my most beloved of Family, and, bekid not, The Rich Kid can handle his drink and laughter hand-in-hand with just as little fear.
This same night I might meet The Tallest of Pretties; a Seraph whos cloud-borne head could not be anyless admirable than the stone-like stance, I think, I do believe, of her faith. I am postiive she fancies me.
This same night I might meet The Tallest of Pretties; a Seraph whos cloud-borne head could not be anyless admirable than the stone-like stance, I think, I do believe, of her faith. I am postiive she fancies me.
Written By Ravna
June 5, 2016, 9:13 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
Could you imagine, now, imagine, that my first time, my first free breath, I run into my cousin-not-cousin slid into the most lovely outfit of leather and just barely able to handle the way in which her cousin-not-cousin can perform such amazing feats, his zest, my zest, for life?
Recounting with Family is good for the soul, I think. I hope. I know, I think.
Recounting with Family is good for the soul, I think. I hope. I know, I think.
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