[After nearly two weeks and no weirdness on his part, Sigmund was starting to think he was going to escape for... however long this was going to last. After all, two weeks seemed to be a long time in Luceti terms. Unfortunately for him, it was not to be ( Read more... )

( For Albert and Caesar )

[It's fairly early in the morning when Sigmund comes stumbling into town. To say he's in bad shape would be a severe understatement. He's got several nasty gashes, some thankfully starting to scab over, some not, most of them bandaged with what he could rip off his undershirt without getting his armor off. The side of his cuirass is dented in a way ( Read more... )

Are there any musicians here? It has been too long since I was able to enjoy a performance. I would like to hear a song from your world. If you will indulge me, I will share one from mine.

[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly ( Read more... )

[Sigmund would love to be helping to get these monsters under control, he really would. It's been far too long since he's had a proper fight. Unfortunately, that is going to have to wait a while, because certain nine year old girls in his care pick the worst times possible to run off. This child is going to worry him to death. Which means that, at ( Read more... )

[It's been a little over a week now since Sigmund accidentally deafened part of Luceti. Tonight isn't a good night to talk about it; part of him suspects that he never will be ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Leonid, just in case]I must apologize to my students. Recent events have made finding time for lessons difficult. I believe I we will be able to continue this Saturday ( Read more... )

[Good evening, House 32. Your wayward hero has returned to you after his quiet vacation right off of his mortal coil, all expenses paid by the Dreadknight. Or rather, he has been returned, and is sitting propped neatly up against the front door with his also wayward boot in his lap ( Read more... )

[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried ( Read more... )

For my students, lessons will be this evening at the barracks. I will see you individually for now.

( Action, cut to save your flists. )