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4 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
5 yrs ago
The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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5 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
5 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
6 yrs ago
The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.

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The Harbinger of Ferocity


Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.

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So I have heard, @Hellion. Perhaps sometime I might investigate them to see if I could tolerate the taste and the reduced acidity but overall I find it very difficult to stomach coffee whatsoever. It always surprises me so the way that people drink it in large quantities with little apparent issue; similar to how people can readily eat citrus fruit.

For my fact, one more so than the above, I live by routine and ritual. If I could have it any way I would enjoy, I would be most partial to the same pattern of events each and every day. Spontaneity is not something I value as rather the importance is placed in consistency and stability, that all things might be stable and the same. Changes or variations are little more than frustration and events without planning are seldom more than chaos. So a good amount of this feline's life is built upon making motions and events play themselves out in the most consistent and reliable of ways. Not only is it a safer option, to note when something goes awry, it creates an environment of virtually no anxiety.
I cannot and do not partake in coffee because of its acidity. Drinking it makes me feel ill, as do most energy supplement beverages. The most this cat can tolerate is tea. Although I seldom have time to enjoy it, as in truly enjoy it, and that is an unfortunate fact of life. At times I sincerely wish there were more hours in the day for such activities.
Or disappear either, then my contribution might be required.
Assuming if Brannor were to Dash after the kobold himself, would he be able to reach it or would it it be out of reach, @Hekazu? Given it provoked initially I am assuming it could be caught, unless it has a higher land speed. Does it appear to be moving too fast for it to be caught or does it seem like Brannor could manage to threaten it again, assuming someone else does not finish it off with a ranged attack?
@DocRock @Dusksong
Chapter I
"Much to your fortune, the caution is found to be unneeded for now, as your careful presence only seems to disturb the plants and nothing more. Pushing some of their thick, broad, green leaves aside, you meander around the exposed stone and the trickle of water running over its surface only to discover the spring it is sourced from in this pool must be further up. With further attentiveness, you navigate the thicket and climb atop a few of the rough, dark stones; your palms grasping at their abrasive surface and clinging to them with desperate need for your thirst to be quenched. As of yet the worst of the day's heat has not fallen upon your sorry soul but that will not last and this water is a must."

"So it becomes evident when you reach the fountain before you, a bowl of stone with water bubbling up from the center and sending it spilling down small channels, that your prayers have likely been answered. This little oasis among a green desert offering the first true reprieve you have had in your odd adventure. Thankful for this opportunity, you fall to your knees for the time being and survey your prize."
Rediscovering old ambitions.
Assuming they both move at the same time, Brannor will attack the first, otherwise he will strike whichever enemy moves first. The blade I presume to strike on a total of 20 for 14 slashing against its victim, @Hekazu. Hopefully that leaves this cave and the realm with one less kobold devoted to a dragon.
@DocRock @Pyromaniacwolf @Dusksong
Chapter I
"Nearly snagging a boot on one of the roots that had erupted from the ground, you pause and listen. The strange ambient silence is broken only by the sound of trickling water. Orienting yourself toward it, you begin to pursue the noise in the hopes it really is as it appears, something to quench your dry thirst and your parched lips. Much to your joy, you find that it is no auditory hallucination, no mirage in the desert of the mind, but that there is indeed some amount of water. The thicker plant life and humidity in the air was an indication, as was the deeper you pressed inland toward the upstart of this hill."

"Now, with fingers trembling, you begin to think about your situation carefully. Dangers might lie awaiting near water or they might well not at all. To think of it, not a single animal have you seen thus far, but does that truly mean it is safe? Uncertain of this and still desperately thirsty, you hang precariously in the balance of many decisions on how to approach this situation. The anxiety making you rub the spine of the book."
I originally, foolishly now in hindsight, intended to create a fighter but changed my mind when I expected no one to play either a cleric or paladin. The positive is, is that the party will have no shortage of buffing spells on them now.
During one particular stay in a desert upon a mesa overlook, I was treated to the calm before the storm. Not just any storm at that, a sandstorm followed by monsoon thunderstorm. For all of my experiences in life, not once prior or since had I ever seen a sandstorm hundreds of feet high and visibly approaching like some biblical event. It was profound how it turned the sky dark and swallowed up the city before me and how the eerie calm turned to howling, blasting wind like a shockwave before it physically arrived. It truly was a natural spectacle, as was the flooding storm that followed it.
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