He's leaving.  After some three years of praxis, Edwin White is leaving Iowa.  And my heart aches at the thought of it.

Let there be no question:  this fellow knight of the Pale Lotus, my liege, has been one of the finest princes I've seen in these modern nights.  With a hand both firm and fair, he has guided this domain longer than most in this ( Read more... )

Once again, old friend, I have left you for too long. So many things have come to pass.

The relocation from Columbia to Ames was a bitter pill, one only truly accepted in the fullness of time. But the situation in my old city was untenable, I must admit. Four years of effort did not bring that frontier city any closer to civility, and I doubt ( Read more... )

 Recent things learned:

*  Using the Nosferatu-native power known as Monstrous Countenance is a distinctly disquieting act for me, but at times may prove to be of more use than my own native power of Sovereignty.

*  After spending a day in the ground via Haven of Soil, one simply will smell of the earth until taking a shower with a very good soap and ( Read more... )

Sirs Edwin White and William Davis,

I return to Iowa tomorrow night from Columbia to continue my training. I do so this time with my family in tow.

The Adversary has struck in my city, and the result was the death of the ghoul who stands for purposes of the Masquerade as my father, Richard.  I have refused the Adversary this victory; with the ( Read more... )

 I'm cold.  I'm wet.  I have both mud and bruises in places that I didn't know I even had.  I've slept in the earth for most of the past week, and reek of peat.  I'm a rank amateur in a professional's world, struggling to learn something at which I will never excel.  Sir Davis continues to positively terrify me.

And I wouldn't trade it for the ( Read more... )

 L'morte d'Charli; je pleure.  Tu nous manqueras.

 Itinerary:

July 2nd: discuss assorted matters with Raven.
July 3rd:  undergo another surgery.
July 4th:  celebrate the independence of the United States with my family.
July 5th:  review tenurial domains and the Sheriff's progress with Henry.
July 6th:  travel to Detroit, then New York.
July 7th:  take part in the mediations betwixt Prince Folk and Lady ( Read more... )

[OOC:  Another transcript of an IC chat, not an IC journal entry.  Remember folks, you have OOC access to this only; IC'ly, only Rebecca and Lady Folk know of this conversation.]

12:07 PM Lady: And... Now I have Jetter and yet another new potential Liege trying to find a way to get Ortega in people's good graces.
 me: Liberty Stone has as much ( Read more... )

[OOC:  Not an IC journal entry; this is just a somewhat frightening example of how the little Becca-monster works, in conversation with the new Prince of Detroit.... - Jess]

8:14 PM Lady Folk: :)
8:15 PM There are a lot of people that don't want to see me fail. It feels weird.
8:19 PM me: It is, dear, because you are the last best hope for a great ( Read more... )

Once more, friends are in peril.  Once more, there is nothing I can do to help.  And once more, I curse this miserable weak shell in which I have been trapped, regardless the minimal improvements I attempt.

Georgia should not have gone on this fool's venture, but then, I suspect she knew as much.  I could see the shame writ large upon her face at ( Read more... )