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Post by Fraze on Sept 24, 2010 2:51:58 GMT -5
This is something I've wanted to pursue for a while. The title should make the purpose of the thread clear: diary entries for different members of various guilds. It seems that there's a push and a desire for more worldbuilding, and let's face it, the RPs are pretty limited in that regard. Most of our RPs have been in times of crisis, so by nature they don't really show what life is like during regular times of peace. Pretty much all we've had of peacetime in RPs is at the very beginning and the very end of each, and even then it's mostly along the lines of "Armor McKnight relaxed after a long day of training." "Shooty Spacemanski was doing high-tech stuff." "Cutlass Pirateson woke up with a bad hangover covered in weasels." Not very informative, is it?
I guess I'll start and see if this catches on.
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Commander's Log
More signing papers today. Finally put my foot down and required that most minor documents go to the appropriate office. I'm sick of signing authorization forms for new concourse seat cushions when someone in Finance can do the same thing just fine. It isn't supposed to be my job in the first place.
HQ is acting as a meeting place for diplomatic negotiations for two civilizations whose names I've already forgotten, on the basis of the 'Fleet being neutral ground. I was called in as an impartial analyst, which of course meant half an hour skimming through records of embargos and annexes and the occasional war crime. I've become convinced that neither side is in the right, and that the territory under dispute--about five star systems--belongs to the natives who have inhabited those systems for the past five millennia. When I tried to bring this up, I got what I think were two different species' versions of scathing looks. It's a bit hard to tell, since glares really don't translate well between life-forms of different planets of origin.
Thankfully, neither of them asked to visit the surface. People are still pretty leery of Spacefleet, and I honestly can't blame them. It's been two weeks since the war apparently ended, and many people still think that Strife's actions in HQ were intentional on Spacefleet's part. The PR guys almost have that under control now, but they're having a much harder time convincing people that the lancing of Tabloid Town was also an accident.
Tried the new restaurant that opened up a few days ago. I still haven't gotten used to all the stores and restaurants rolling out the red carpet when I pay a visit. Really don't like it, either, but they seem to think it's a necessary thing. So I came without calling ahead, and did my best to explain that I was just another customer.
I was given a pill when I entered the door, and told it was to neutralize the neurotoxins. Glad to see they're following the standard safety procedures for xenocuisine. The food was good. Excellent, even. My eyebrows are still fizzing from that one dish that looked like raw chicken served in a glass of cream soda. It's a bit distracting, but kind of pleasant. There was live music playing--I'm not sure if they did that for me on the spur of the moment, or if they always have it. It did funny things to my inner ear while I was there, but when I left, I felt like my vision and hearing were sharper than they had been before I went in. I'll have to go back there some time.
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Post by Strife on Sept 24, 2010 5:49:27 GMT -5
SUBCOMMANDER HAGGOTH
SECURITY CHIEF'S LOG
ENTRY 71
Two weeks since that Underdeep business on the surface. Thanks to the Commander's relief efforts, most of the structural damage in Tabloid Town has been repaired. Aside from the planetwide stone business, only a small portion of the city sustained critical damage. Unfortunately the same can't be said about civilian casualities. We're still doing post-mortem examinations of the surfacers that were gunned down in HQ.
The cause of the malfunctioning turrets is still a mystery. Subcommander Cyclops was clearly involved, but why the frag he would do something like that is anyone's guess. I've known the blob ever since we picked him up on Bazoik and he'd never betray us without outside influence. He didn't even understand the concept of betrayal.
Guess I really shouldn't get worked up about it. There's entire lakes of those things back in the Hex star system. I'd take a trip there if my ship was in working order. I swear, if I ever find out who took her on a joyride through the planet atmosphere, I'm gonna send them flying into the sun. Without a ship.
ENTRY 72
Had some glaciated cake today. Oh, and I did some security work as usual.
ENTRY 73
Upgraded the Omega Security Suite today with an analog tracing algorithm, courtesy of the mages that are still residing in HQ. In Standard English, it means that I'm going to kill them if they try to hack us again.
Not sure if I trust that little crystal they put next to the central processor, but as long as it works I'm a happy hog. Not like they have any reason to sabota
ENTRY 74
Had to run off and verify the identity of the mage that assisted me, which is why I cut off my previous entry. Seems like everything's dandy. The mage in question didn't install the crystal with malicious intent, and after running several more diagnostics, it seems to be doing its job just fine. I guess I'm doing my job just fine too. Time for more glaciated cake.
ENTRY 75
We're out of glaciated cake. Fraggit.
ENTRY 76
Had to deal with some roughhousers from Tabloid Town in the guest areas. A lot of folks are still worked up about the turret incident. I don't even know why the Commander bothers keeping them in HQ right now. We should lock this place down for a few days, for our own sake. Ah well, it's not my business really. Gives me more delinquents to pistol whip.
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 24, 2010 14:15:07 GMT -5
Gelquie's diary:
How long has it been since the Underdeep went out of control? And what have I been doing this entire time?
The morning after I found a place in the Mage's Manor, I immediately began asking questions and researching into the nature of the dark material. That was how I learned of the Underdeep. It's a curious thing... I remember the tribe I originally came from talked about it, if only in tales that stretched belief. They actually weren't too far off from the truth, though, even if they never referred to the place by name. Perhaps they were too scared by the concept to give it a name. Maybe that's how languages don't have words for some things.
The Underdeep... The place invokes my worst fears. It's enough so that the very mention of "Underdeep" makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. However, that's nothing compared to the fears that the Underdeep may bring up in me. I want to know more about it, to know how it invokes the fear, so that I can protect myself. But... It's not worth it. I'll research it if need be, but I won't go anywhere near the Underdeep. If that means having a slight twinge of fear at the mere mention of the word, then so be it. I don't need any reminders.
Anyway, my life at the Guild... It's like no place I've ever seen. For once, I feel accepted. I have gradually gotten used to things and it truly feels like home. At the same time... I really want to do more. I've been doing small things; researching, random small Guild errands, occasional talk of my specialty. Nothing big, however. But if I don't do more... I'll feel more like a burden than anything. A freeloader never lasts long in any real organization. This place is my home. I'm not going to let myself get kicked out.
In any case, today, I tried some illusions with rainbows. It's a simple trick; it's the easiest to manipulate because the environment already accounts for it. But it's a lovely trick. Instead of accounting for water, I just account for the magic in the air. And so I can move it around, even wrap it around myself like a scarf.
Maybe I'll go down to the dinner hall in my magic rainbow scarf. It'll be nice dinner conversation.
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Post by Celestial on Sept 24, 2010 15:44:37 GMT -5
Mage Manor Archives.- Entry made by Archmage Celestial
Had to go rescue a novice from an unspeakable horror from beyond that he summoned by mispronouncing the chant to summon the perfect woman. Not too much of a worry, the abomination was quickly restrained and sent back to non-Euclidean space. I've seen worse things floating in the soup of a seedy Tabloid Town bar. The novice got away with a warning and a mandatory pronounciation class. Overlord more bluntly told him to go outside and find a girlfriend.
The Librarian complained at me because one of my books, Characteristics of Animated Stone was overdue. Told him that as Archmage I was entitled to a longer lending period. He replied that I hadn't applied for it yet. My answer was that I could set him on fire. He calmly told me to go ahead. I got the book renewed. Sometimes I wonder why we haven't turned him into an animal yet but on the other hand, you never know what animal exactly he'll turn into. I don't think any of the Mages want to risk a bear chasing them for overdue books.
The golems cooked up an excellent meal today, although I'm sure their maker thought that wizards ate more than they do. A lot more. Sometime, I'll have to get a golem expert in and ask them to change the scroll so that the golems don't serve up five course afternoon teas. We're going to run out of space storing leftovers if this continues.
Had to resolve an argument between the Manor and a Senior Wizard. It rearranged his room, moved it a few floors and included bright pink curtains in it, which he wasn't happy about. We eventually settled for light red but the Manor obviously wasn't happy. It tried to throw a candlestick at him but we both spotted it in time. He ducked and I grabbed it with an air current. The Manor spent the whole day sulking. Kept sending me to different locations and was especially keen on doors to the basement and muted colours.
Overall, just another day at the Manor.
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Post by Zylaa on Sept 24, 2010 16:01:52 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
Seriously, there has to be something better than "A Pirate's Life for Me" to serve as background music to our everyday lives. I guess the weasels are so used to soundtrack providing they don't quite grasp the concept of, well, playing music that doesn't fit the current mood.
Maybe I can get them to play some Les Mis songs. I'll do that tomorrow. Been playing fetch with the blarf all day to keep him happy, and I'm dead tired.
Dear Diary,
On the plus side, the weasels are playing different music.
On the negative side, as they highly resented my attempts to change their ways, they are now instead playing music that channels their own mood, which is apparently that of angry teenagers.
Did you think an orchestrated version of "Welcome to my Life" could exist? Neither did I.
Dear Diary,
Called Goosh down to the hold while he was abovedecks and, once he was down, charged at him from the shadows wielding a cutlass. Ensuing sparkles enraptured the weasels enough to distract them from playing emo music and make them move on to other things. Of course Goosh still has a few weasels clinging to him as I write, but he agrees it's for the best.
((Note to people who don't have all our persona traits memorized: Goosh was bitten by a spider which gave him the power of sparkly fur and making other people irresistibly attracted to him (a parody of Twivamps). Thankfully now this only happens when he's nervous as a sort of bizarre defense mechanism))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2010 17:24:59 GMT -5
Entry ?
*twenty-seven solid paragraphs of ANGRY! and ANGST!*
Summary of content: I'm starting to doubt that I actually used to be part of this Mages' Guild. The mages pick on me. The ones with information are refusing to tell me everything about my history - they act as if I should already know WHEN I DON'T AND I KEEP TELLING THEM THAT. They expect me to fall in line and behave like some brainless [REDACTED]. I don't know how long I can keep up playing nice. Must not go destroy more furniture...
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Entry ?-2
Summary of entry: Some higher-up called me over to [REDACTED] at me. They told me something like, "If you don't curb those attitude problems you will get in trouble again". As if I don't get in trouble enough already? You know, if you guys would at least give me a break then I might not want to break your necks.
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Entry ?-3
Summary of entry: LOCKE I HATE YOU
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Entry ?-4
Summary of entry: Stayed in my room all day today. I should do that more often - it was actually nice and peaceful for a change. Spent time thinking about the past. The guys at The River Tigris actually treated me nice until they found about me being a mage. Maybe they don't like mages.
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Entry ?-5
Summary of entry: Tried that shapeshifting thing. Didn't work. Neither did that shadow thing. Going to the library might help but I'm not going to risk getting picked on again.
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Entry ?-6
Summary of entry: LOCKE I WISH YOU WERE DEAD YOU [REDACTED]
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Entry ?-7
Summary of entry: LOCKE MUST DIE LOCKE MUST DIE LOCKE MUST DIE
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Entry ?-8
Summary of entry: Nearly got killed by Locke. Stuck in the infirmary AGAIN. Lectured by doctors/healers/whatever AGAIN. I hate this place. (will probably post other characters' diaries later) |
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Post by Huntress on Sept 24, 2010 18:05:12 GMT -5
Captain's Diary
Warning: Rigged with acid. Do Not Touch. /---/ April 17, Thursday[/i] Third day in Le Singe. A lot has happened since the last entry, including the Apocalypse, the Underdeep and the return of the Evil Purple-Eyed Whatsisface from Spacefleet so I figured that some general organizing of thoughts is once again in order. Current power lines are I believe fairly divided between Spacefleet and the Mages. It's still too early to draw conclusions from the war two days ago - these wars just keep getting shorter, really - but I wouldn't be a sailor if I wasn't able to tell which way the wind is blowing, and it looks like there'll be quite a bit of animosity. Which isn't good. We're presently on good terms with both those guilds and they might not accept Swiss neutrality. Will need to keep a close eye on that showdown. TO DO: stock up on flour, potatoes, lamp oil, coffee go to bank for withdrawal go to post office arrange someone to go buy a newspaper first thing in the morning (NOTE: would it pay to arrange a short-term newspaper order? Even if Zagora shows up soon, we could still stay for a few weeks. Discuss with Bloody Mary and/or crew.) April 18, FridayNo newspaper ordering. The boys can run to the shore every morning before sunrise like everyone else. It'll do them good. Got the paper and a cup of coffee in the morning, life is good again. Tabloid Town is, predictably, a beehive at the moment. Spacefleet is getting a lot of flak these days, apparently. Funny how people think. If I knew that the alien stronghold up on the moon can shoot my house from there, I'd make a point of getting along with them, not antagonize them. Oh wait, I do that already. Hunty vs Mankind, point goes to me. Speaking of, if the mage thing goes bad, we should back off the coast for a while. Zagora is mentioned in today's paper so she's still in TT. I'm hoping that the big-guild-politics are so longwinded that nothing terrible happens while we're forced to sit here. TO DO: go to post office first thing in the morning. Had no time or privacy for it today. They'd better have something; it's been months, if there's nothing after this time, it's a very bad sign. April 19, SaturdayI need to stop this constant worrying, it can't be good for me. Got a letter from home today. The good news is, mom is getting better at sending hard-to-trace letters. I wish she didn't address them to "my beloved daughter Sally", though. Bloody Mary hasn't shut up about it all morning. Things seem to be going well back there, although the letter was in the post office for two and a half months so for all I know, they could all be annihilated by viking tribes by now. Still need to stop with this constant worrying. They seem to have finally come to terms with this whole being a wanted pirate thing, thankfully, there was much less guilttripping than last time. Three more years and we might even be past this issue. Maybe I'll write back this time. With the Apocalypse and everything, it'll pay to let them know that I'm still ticking. TO DO: get a cloak for Goosh. It's impossible to run errands with him in the city when he's sparkling all over the place. People have tried to steal him for four times now. Other women only have to worry about their purse instead of their entire quartermaster, for crying out loud. |
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Post by Draco on Sept 24, 2010 18:09:43 GMT -5
Draco's Journal
It has been several weeks since the incident with the Underdeep. I've locked myself in my room since then, only leaving when I had to or at night when no one would notice me. Even my meals have been getting delivered to me, so I did not need to eat with the rest of the guild.
Physically, I am all right. Still a little sore from what that mage did, but I only feel it when I think about it. So I try not to think about it. Mentally, I don't know. I feel normal, but at the same time I feel something in the back of my head...
At night I've been doing some odd things. Recently I've been taking care of the garden around the dojo, even shaping some of the shrubs in interesting shapes. I even made all the guild leaders in one part of the garden. It was only missing the leader of Brassport and ourselves. It's a bit hidden, but I think they will be all right.
I've also been doing things with the cats around the dojo. The cats all ready had ninja tendencies, but now they are acting even more like us. So I figured I would train them a little. I've also been noticing them singing. They can't talk, yet they can sing as if they were parrots repeating what they heard. I find this interesting, and not really wondering how they came to be this way. I wonder if I can get those pirate weasels and these cats together for a performance.... If not that, a fight would be fun to.
For a while now I've been hearing rumors from my room. Talk about a lack of leadership. Apparently some of the higher ups have taken control for the time being, but no one can decide on a leader. This is troublesome... Without a real leader, we will fall sooner or later. Hopefully we do not split up into other clans.
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Post by Amneiger on Sept 25, 2010 17:17:37 GMT -5
Amneiger's journal
At least one thing has gone back to normal since the shooting stopped. Once again it seems like half of the people in the labs are lined up outside my office door to ask for more funding. I'd demote myself if I could, but there doesn't seem to be anyone else who'd pay quite as much attention to making sure we don't go over budget.
Did manage to get a bit more time for research today. The prototype infrared location system is vulnerable to one of weaknesses of early motion sensor - that is, everything gets picked up as motion and registered, whether it's enemy movement or just some trees waving in the wind. The system should work better if I program it to match various patterns of infrared with known quantities (such as the human body). And it'd need to filter by height if it's going to be used in a multilevel structure. Will have to check the software libraries tomorrow for something I can adapt.
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Post by zarikrahia on Sept 28, 2010 22:03:36 GMT -5
Day 1:
Just got back from my extended break. Apparently Other-Zari is back from her little soul-search as well. Apparently there's been an entire Guild War while I've been gone and Fraze is Commander and who knows what else has changed since I was last here for longer than a week at a time. I would have stayed away longer, to try and get the rest of my brain in order, but I missed everyone. Also, analysing all the stuff I brought back without my state-of-the-art Spacefleet lab was obscenely difficult and involved far too much paperwork, some of which I had to get translated into the native language of whatever planet I was on, since I'm only really proficient in Illhvrenan and Anglese.
Speaking of which, I need to give all this technology to Amneiger since he's far more likely to know who can help me reverse-engineer it if he can't do it himself. Some of the stuff the new recruits have been kitted out with is all very nice, but they still need to carry it around and if I could fix those hammer-spaces to run without needing magic or a storage crystal we could carry a much larger amount of equipment.
Also, I found a kind of kibble which the clones seem to be unable to get enough of, so on my way to the lab I'll drop some at Amnei, Ice, and Ethan's quarters.
Day 2:
I'm so tired I could pass out right now. I haven't managed to give the owners of clones that kibble, Amnei any of that stupid Magitek, and I don't have any stasis liquid and the next order doesn't come in until next week so I can't analyse any of the bacteria I brought back from Illhvren. On the plus side, I caught up the team. Looks like everyone's pretty good, no debilitating diseases or missing limbs or eyes or other appendages of note (interesting fact of the day: Human's don't have ridges. No wings I guess.) and everyone seems happy. I've got to write out all this paperwork for all the stuff I brought back, buy some drocoria powder then I've got to sleep.
Day 3:
I forgot that yesterday was Sunday so I have my stasis liquid now. I dropped the kibble off and left a note at Amnei's quarters asking him about the technology. I also started the analysis on some of the bacteria- I've found one that is immune to stasis liquid, which is interesting. I also put some adverts out on the surface for people from all guild interested in taking part in a behavioural observation programme for my cat-clones. I don't want to splice any more unless I have someone else for them to live with because all that catfood is taking a bite out of my budget, even though some of their expenses are paid for because they're my research.
Day 1
I'm finally back, I guess. I went back to Krahia for a while, sorted a few things out with my family. I'm on good terms with them again, kind of. Kirius will never approve of me, and neither will Rosa, but at least now I don't want to set myself on fire every time I talk to them. I visited Xenam, too. Vedimet's mental health is beginning to degenerate, and Ferdamei doesn't want to have much to do with me any more. Either way, it's good to be back, even if the only person to recognise me before I changed into my Knight clothes was Pyro. At least I'm no longer out of practice with things like smiling. You know you've spent far too much time frowning when you aren't quite sure how smiling works.
Day 2:
I had no idea exactly how much I missed this place until someone said hi to me at breakfast and I had to excuse myself because I was tearing up. I think Other-Zari's rubbed off on me because I'm all sentimental and gushy and freakishly friendly. Ah well, it's better than being cranky I guess!
Day 3:
Made it through breakfast without getting sentimental. I did some training between breakfast and lunch and then more afterwards. Zaha's teaching me how to use a naginata. I'm pretty awful at the moment but hopefully I'll improve. It's not a very knightly weapon, but it's not far off from my staff wielding-wise, so hopefully it'll take less time to learn, although I'm probably being optimistic. I'm in the library right now, doing some research. It's rather annoying that this library has more books on Fae Legends than the one back in Krahia, even after I've weeded out the ones from other races that go by the same name. I've agreed to help translate a few Xenami historical texts too. And by a few I mean about thirty. looks like that's what I'm going to spend my free time doing, unless one of the other knights knows Xenami.
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Post by Amneiger on Sept 29, 2010 19:07:49 GMT -5
Amneiger's Journal
Entry #535
OH GOD THEY'RE EVERYWHERE
Entry #536
Okay, that's cleared up. While cleaning up my room, I found a note from Zari asking me to help her with some technology she'd brought back. I'll get over to her lab in about an hour or so. And this time I need to remember to ask what each piece is supposed to do before starting to press buttons. Too many cultures have things that look like hairdryers but actually turn out to be guns.
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 30, 2010 16:24:59 GMT -5
==Candy's Ninja Diary==
Dear Silly Old Diary;
This is... interesting. Today I turned into a cat, according to some of the others. I'm not really sure what happened, but it hurt.
I'm trying to figure out how to harness this newfound thing. It's getting easier by the try. Right now I'm stuck with cat ears. >_<
I'm going to go stop for a while and take a catnap.
~Pancakes
Dear SOD;
Gotta make this quick, lunch and then Weapons lessons in 5 minutes.
I got rid of the cat ears. XD
Today, we all practiced our tree-to-tree stalking techniques. Might come in handy some day, I dunno.
I'll be back later, SOD.
~Pancaeks
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Post by PFA on Sept 30, 2010 16:58:38 GMT -5
Dear diary,
It's been a while now since that incident with the Underdeep. I don't really remember what happened... I tried to help with that, and I remember some of it, but then after that it's all fuzzy. Did the Underdeep get to me? Did something else happen? I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm fine now, and that's all that matters.
It's been pretty quiet around the dojo since that was all cleared up. I've been working on my training, of course—I'm getting better with my powers, little by little. Hopefully one day I'll be able to fulfill whatever is required of me by them.
It seems like there's a lot of cats showing up around the dojo lately. I think Draco has been trying to train them. That reminds me... it's been a while since I last saw my Uncle. I wonder how he's doing? Or my Father, for that matter... I haven't really seen him since the Underdeep incident... I hope he's alright. I've already lost him twice.
I will write more later. Time to return to training.
--PFA
Dear journal,
Well, I'm sure glad Gil helped rebuild the base. It's not really the same as the old one, and I'm still not really sure what half the weird things he added are supposed to do... but at least it's better than no home at all.
There's still some stuff from the old base I don't think I'm ever getting back, though. I've looked through the rubble, but... yeah, it's gone for good. I'm... kind of upset, yeah, but I'll manage. Not like it's the worst thing I've ever lost. I just have to deal with it.
Still not getting many jobs. I think the other mercs have been trying to go out and advertise, with limited success. At least we don't starve. I've had a lot of experience with foraging for food. But still, I've been thinking about going out and helping the others with advertising. It's getting kind of ridiculous.
Well... guess I'll write more later. Maybe something good will have happened by then.
--Jernath T.
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Post by Terra on Sept 30, 2010 17:11:28 GMT -5
Terra's diary:
I just arrived at Mage Manor yesterday. It's a really lovely place - everything I heard it would be. The Manor really is sentient! I saw it fighting with a mage, hurling candlesticks and stuff at her like crazy. It was fantastic. It’s clear that I should probably try not to make it angry if I want to stay here for long, though.
One of the first things I did was go down to the library. There are so many books here! I couldn’t decide whether to look for books on fire magic or awesome things having to do with alternate universes and magical portals and things like that. I eventually ended up looking at the plant section. See, it was the first section I saw, and there was this book called Extreme Horticulture. It’s not really my thing, but there was some interesting information about the use of plants in magical potions. Something to look into. If I could figure out how to make a simple all-purpose healing potion, that would be useful, considering how often I seem to get cuts and scrapes and things like that. I ended up checking out that book, a book on fire magic, and a book on magical theory. I’m looking forward to reading them.
It’s almost time for dinner. The food is absolutely delicious here. I’ve never had anything like it before. I haven’t talked much to the other mages yet, but I think I will tonight. I want to hear about everything that’s happening here.
I just read over this entry, and I sound ridiculous with all the gushing. Wow. It’s very much justified, though.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2010 17:41:24 GMT -5
((Note: I remember reading somewhere that Silverkeep Sorcery is pre-GWIII so Sarinon hasn't entered the world yet. Also, many apologies to Jay. Sarn is a strange and haughty creature.)
Enchanter's Notes
Gods this place is boring. Silverkeep sounded like a nice name, but its still a town built for humanfolk and I have to wonder why I even bother associating with them. Probably because of Sarinon.
Oh my sweet sister, how I miss her. I dearly wish there was some way to undo what was done but there isn't. How could I have been so stupid!
[insert scorch marks]
Okay, okay, I've got to learn to control myself. I'm so close, though ... so close to finding a way to bring her to me, or me back to her. I wish I'd never left Bragaia ... not that they were all that kind to us.
At least this mission keeps me occupied.
Enchanter's Notes
Stupid diary thing. Why do I even bother writing in you? You're just a book, how are you supposed to make me feel better? Mind you, that old fella was pretty amusing, and Burns is behaving himself. I'll never speak the words, but he's a good man. He likes my wings. Then again, who wouldn't?
Enchanter's Notes
The Orange Knight is rather pretty. Why have I not noticed this before? Why am I writing this on a new page? Why? Just why?
Enchanter's Notes
Lord Jay is a sour and moody man. Lady Tamia would never have such an ugly look on her face.
Enchanter's Notes
Why isn't orange a more popular colour? Look into that once the physician fellow has told you all he knows.
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