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fear is strong with this one...
okay, so I've started posting in my pbem rpg (http://nevaron.virtualave.net) again, let's see how long THIS lasts... ::Laughs:: it was a depressing, depressing post:
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NRPG: yes yes I know, long time no see, but good old mark put a
pleading email in my inbox and everyone knows I can't refuse him when
he begs ;)
RPG:
(Londar - Toivoa - Jentiah - Day 21 - 19:10)
Jentiah lay on a plush chaise lounge - a gift to her from the
harbourmaster - with blankets wrapped tightly around her.
She was sweating and partially delerious; images of others she knew
and loved sweeping in and out of her vision just as tangibly as the
room and objects around her. Not really knowing what was going on
from hour to hour...
Jonah had been gone for a while. Apprentices at the Yellow Dancer had
brought him around to his adoptive mother when they had heard of her
illness - to lift her spirits. But Jentiah had cried at ths sight of
him and although the little nine year old had tried to cheer her up
with flowers and trinkets, his sweetness only made Jentiah weep more
so he had snuck off somewhere after jentiah's cook had assured him it
wasn't him that made his mother sad.
But now, all alone in such a large house, the aroma of herbs and
poultices filing her nostrils, Jentiah felt abandoned and old. Her
legs pained her more and more and no matter how much she tried she
could not find a comfortable position. She could not remember a time
in all her years that she had ever been in so much pain.
Moving to sit up, Jentiah cried out. Her blankets made her sweat
more, and she felt as though she would vomit with every step, but she
somehow managed to make it to the window ledge and look out over her
city. The damage and devastation was acute, but it was sobering to
her that her city would be in the same state as she.
Whatever was wrong with her, it had been done to her whilst she had
been in the Yellow Mage's hold, whomever his acolyte had been had done
something no mortal had been able to do yet, and that was hurt her.
many had tried to injure, even kill her in the past, but this was the
first time any such attempt had had any lasting effects.
She slid down the wall to the floor in tears, just as Jonah came
bursting into the room, soot spread over his clothes and face.
Jentiah looked up at him, tears of pain in her eyes, and she held out
her arms, into which Jonah fled immeadiately. She held him to her
tightly as she wept...
what was to become of any of them?
nrpg: depressing enough a re-entrance for you?? ;)
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mark sent me a long long pleading email that asked me to start posting again seeing that him dangling slayer cd's in my face didn't seem to have an effect ::Laughs:: I know he'd send them to me anyway, he loves me *winks like crazy*
I've just got to say I LOVE those m&m commercials!! COOL STUFF!!
argh!! my cousin just sent me a REALLY horrid pun from a bad bad tv show on the abc right now:
Andy says:
GAW 'El Nombre' so sad and the voicing is so embaresing
Nett says:
what?!?!
Andy says:
haven't you seen it - ABC bad stop animation - all voiced by one woman - all bad and rude Mexican voices
Nett says:
I don'tthink so... atleast if I have I've screened it..
Andy says:
'El Nombre' is a mexican super hero - also is Spanish for "the name" lame
Nett says:
::laughs::
Andy says:
Juan: Is it a Ghost?
El Nobre: No I dont theenk it is one ... Juan
Juan's Mum: Dont be silly little Juan
Nett says:
okay...
Andy says:
say it out loud - to hear the lame puns
Nett says:
oh god
Andy says:
now she sees
EVULNESS!!!!
{-------oOo------}
NRPG: yes yes I know, long time no see, but good old mark put a
pleading email in my inbox and everyone knows I can't refuse him when
he begs ;)
RPG:
(Londar - Toivoa - Jentiah - Day 21 - 19:10)
Jentiah lay on a plush chaise lounge - a gift to her from the
harbourmaster - with blankets wrapped tightly around her.
She was sweating and partially delerious; images of others she knew
and loved sweeping in and out of her vision just as tangibly as the
room and objects around her. Not really knowing what was going on
from hour to hour...
Jonah had been gone for a while. Apprentices at the Yellow Dancer had
brought him around to his adoptive mother when they had heard of her
illness - to lift her spirits. But Jentiah had cried at ths sight of
him and although the little nine year old had tried to cheer her up
with flowers and trinkets, his sweetness only made Jentiah weep more
so he had snuck off somewhere after jentiah's cook had assured him it
wasn't him that made his mother sad.
But now, all alone in such a large house, the aroma of herbs and
poultices filing her nostrils, Jentiah felt abandoned and old. Her
legs pained her more and more and no matter how much she tried she
could not find a comfortable position. She could not remember a time
in all her years that she had ever been in so much pain.
Moving to sit up, Jentiah cried out. Her blankets made her sweat
more, and she felt as though she would vomit with every step, but she
somehow managed to make it to the window ledge and look out over her
city. The damage and devastation was acute, but it was sobering to
her that her city would be in the same state as she.
Whatever was wrong with her, it had been done to her whilst she had
been in the Yellow Mage's hold, whomever his acolyte had been had done
something no mortal had been able to do yet, and that was hurt her.
many had tried to injure, even kill her in the past, but this was the
first time any such attempt had had any lasting effects.
She slid down the wall to the floor in tears, just as Jonah came
bursting into the room, soot spread over his clothes and face.
Jentiah looked up at him, tears of pain in her eyes, and she held out
her arms, into which Jonah fled immeadiately. She held him to her
tightly as she wept...
what was to become of any of them?
nrpg: depressing enough a re-entrance for you?? ;)
{------oOo------}
mark sent me a long long pleading email that asked me to start posting again seeing that him dangling slayer cd's in my face didn't seem to have an effect ::Laughs:: I know he'd send them to me anyway, he loves me *winks like crazy*
I've just got to say I LOVE those m&m commercials!! COOL STUFF!!
argh!! my cousin just sent me a REALLY horrid pun from a bad bad tv show on the abc right now:
Andy says:
GAW 'El Nombre' so sad and the voicing is so embaresing
Nett says:
what?!?!
Andy says:
haven't you seen it - ABC bad stop animation - all voiced by one woman - all bad and rude Mexican voices
Nett says:
I don'tthink so... atleast if I have I've screened it..
Andy says:
'El Nombre' is a mexican super hero - also is Spanish for "the name" lame
Nett says:
::laughs::
Andy says:
Juan: Is it a Ghost?
El Nobre: No I dont theenk it is one ... Juan
Juan's Mum: Dont be silly little Juan
Nett says:
okay...
Andy says:
say it out loud - to hear the lame puns
Nett says:
oh god
Andy says:
now she sees
EVULNESS!!!!