Still trying to piece together in my head exactly what the point would be of showing my face anywhere.  Half of me misses the interaction of old friends and a (bigger) half of me is pretty content not to do anything but stay at the tower and keep to myself.  I do not tend to show my face in public, more for a lack of desire to interact with ( Read more... )

Bloodaxe came upon me in Honeydew Village ( Read more... )

They've started watching me, following me.  I've taken to plugging my ears when about in town, just in case.

I'm not certain how long I can dodge them, I feel like I'm on borrowed time.

Everything is working according to plan.  It's nice to have things going right for once in a great while.

I haven't received any further letters and I'm hoping it's because the situations in question have resolved themselves.  Dae is doing nicely, constructed and functioning perfectly, giving me enough space to turn more necessary attention to ( Read more... )

Clank, clank, clank, clank, crackle.

The sound of plate mail repeatedly and loudly tapping together was only interrupted on occasion by the sound of the loud fireplace.  The hearth's light reflected and gleamed off the busily pacing suit, the pollution from which kept its wearer's face relatively difficult to distinguish, though the voice was ( Read more... )

The occasional trip into the Undercity yielded nothing of interest until today.  Two letters were waiting for me.  One from Bloodaxe and the other from Pook.

Bloodaxe has requested some form of meeting, but after his adamant insistence that I not send any letters or tell anyone where I am, I am dubious about sending any replies.  Pook's letter says ( Read more... )

"How big is your family?"

"Why are your ears flopping?"

"I'm growing a beard!"

The clank clank clank of plate armor ceased as Ruetto turned and surveyed the awe-struck children.  Their round, fuzzy faces and large eyes were entrancing, in a way.  She turned just in time to see one of them make a swipe for her long coal braid.  With a grunt, she ( Read more... )

We've moved to the tower.  It's isolated, but not as far away as I necessarily would have thought , but I don't expect anyone will come looking for us here.  We've moved everything we need and continue to work on fashioning him into the vision of perfection we both imagine.  It was far more difficult to leave than I would have anticipated, but I ( Read more... )

The more I think about it the less I like the tactics that we have employed against the enemy already. All is fair in love and war, but fair does not equate wisdom or good. Where was the challenge? Where was the direct facing down of an enemy that is as strong as you are? Where is the struggle through fear and uncertainty, the fighting through ( Read more... )

I question the - sportsmanship of dropping a mana bomb? upon an entire town with no warning prior. Unless I am mistaken and they did have warning. Either way, countless lives lost in what seems to be to be a stab in the back. Again, on the other hand, perhaps Theramore should have known this was coming. The warchief is not known for diplomacy ( Read more... )