The Harbinger of Ferocity

Life is a lie

The exceptional phenomena of synchronicity either stands as reason to conceive the notion that there are forces far beyond those understood now not limited by those understandings - deific in scale and frankly truly unknowable in any outright manner - or that the sheer odds of every potential event playing out through all of time and space somewhere, somewhen means that it simply will inevitably happen. I opt for the former understanding, because what makes true synchronicity remarkable in every capacity is that it is meaningful and therefor exceptionally unlikely. This is even with the knowledge that we have now such as thoughts effecting the outward universe; just thinking of a thing may alter the state of said thing on its most minute of levels.

No, synchronicity in life is an awesome thing, by which I mean great and terrible, dread and veneration. It may alter the content and context of anything it manifests in and alarmingly, has a tendency to appear - beyond the effect of the observer aware of it - more frequently than chance. It becomes more than mere perception of uncanny events and soon transforms itself into an entity that tilts the odds and scales in ways kind and unkind. So it may appear as humbly as the famous golden beetle or that moment of impending terror where events, as with actual and non-clinical déjà vu a breath before disaster, all while played out in hand before uninvolved or disbelieving parties.

Synchronicity is just a personal favorite and thus a strong candidate for suggesting life has no shortage of these things that make it not so straight and narrow as man likes to pretend them to be in this age.

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

"The dog appeals to cheap and facile emotions; the cat to the deepest founts of imagination and cosmic perception in the human mind. It is no accident that the contemplative Egyptians, together with such later poetic spirits as Poe, Gautier, Baudelaire, and Swinburne, were all sincere worshippers of the supple grimalkin."

H.P. Lovecraft

Post a random fact about yourself.

There is a certain passion I derive from knowing all that I can within my scope of interests, even details considered irrelevant to the greater concept. Such small trivia seems to tie it in together well.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I often haven't any idea just what day of the week or what specific day of the month it is. The concept of time all just blurs together. In the end, all that matters is that I know each day where I need be. The details otherwise of the day seem largely irrelevant.

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

"The one certainty in tiger tracks is: follow them long enough and you will eventually arrive at a tiger, unless the tiger arrives at you first."

John Valiant

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While some call it a cliche to be in awe of sunrise or sunset, the moon, shooting stars, thunderstorms, or other similar environmental phenomena, it has always been a trait of mine to be thankful for it. There is an uncanny familiarity and wonder of it, an appreciation, which predates me. It is, in a way I suppose, fundamentally disrespectful not to acknowledge them and what they are in my experience.

Tiger Kisses

yes indeed i have been a tiger my whole life, but everyone knows the magestic liger is the queen of large cats haha. alot of my friends who know my name still call me tiger anyways

@Tigerheart

You may stay then, these are acceptable claims and stories.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The lack of need for restorative power left the primal outsider in tranquil meditation. In some ways there was great thanks that they did not need the potent magic, as it would afford them more time and surely grace later as they ventured further and further in these depths in pursuit of the cult. This call to arms, this least of lesser crusades, would need such healing on tap if the moment turned dire. There was no reason to suspect it would not, for the enemy had a sizable and great dragon aiding them, let alone what well could have been one of its offspring acting as a guide for the army they were facing.

The Pale Lady had whispered her subtle directions to bring the man, and beast as well, this far. Her strange and secretive Wiles had only magnified the connection that existed between the three in the course of a mere few days, to the point that now there was even so much as the chance to conjure the cool ethereal power. No longer was it an effort to dig to the depths of the soul to find that spring, now the font of divine healing and health bubbled up under its own volition. As it all derived from the same lunar blessing, there appeared to be little potential limit for it at this rate. What was to come next in reward for banishing the darkness with pale light?

Brannor's revere lasted until their breather ended and the others were back on to their feet. So did he follow, rising up from kneeling and allowing the ghostly light to shed from his hands. The opportunity to heal was now over and as he took up sword again, the reminder that conflict was first and foremost his tole returned; the soothing moment turned to the hunt. This time without the interference of the bats, which their small band slunk by without rousing much to their fortune and the journey continued.

Yet one thing penetrated the darkness far more effectively than those whose eyes could see through the blackness and that was a pungent odor. It surprised the well armored hunter little, these creatures were reasonably as filthy and as stained in such a way as their souls, so to find what appeared to be where they might have deposited their refuse was almost expected. Still the man's nose wrinkled and he grimmaced with disapproval, staring down the lonely, pitted spear until the priestess slowed. Lost somewhere in her thoughts, she clearly had something in mind...

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I will come to post this evening but if an event happens between then, no need to worry, I will adapt. There will be some response one way or another, just in this moment attempting to give others the chance to post their doings rather than emphasizing push comes to shove that we keep moving.

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One of the primary reasons I am early to rise is that those few added hours of the day seem to grant far more time than the alternative.