In the furthest corner, underneath a small rickety bed, a small girl huddled in fear. Her father and big sister had been arguing loudly all day, and just before supper their yelling had escalated into a full-blown fight. She had watched, from the door to the tiny, cramped kitchen as her father finally backhanded her sister, sending her spinning to the ground and spitting blood. Her older sister lay on the floor for a moment, then slowly started to push herself up. She had locked eyes with the little girl, and quietly told her to go to her room and stay there until she came for her.
The little girl had done as she had been told. She loved her big sister very much; for as long as she could remember it had been her sister, not her father, who had cared for and comforted her. And so she crawled under the little bed and hid, and stayed there even after the screaming and crashing noises had ended, and well after the air started to get hot and smell of smoke. Now she could see ruddy light flickering from somewhere in the hallway, and she was too afraid to move.
The air was beginning to get thick, and the little girl was starting to feel sleepy. She was just starting to drift off when, dimly, she heard a crash and loud, rushing footsteps. The bed lifted, and a large hand grabbed her arm. Someone lifted her, and then everything went dark.
Two years later…
"– many orphans these days. Between the war and illness, we just couldn't keep up with them. We're running out of space, and food." The Headmaster of the orphanage sighed as he escorted a visitor down a line of ragged, thin children. "If something doesn't happen soon, we'll be forced to start putting the older ones back out on the streets."
"There's enough homeless in Bastok's streets these days," The visitor murmured, his voice rich and full. "I'm willing to donate what I can, but I fear it won't help much."
"Even just a handful of gil would be appreciated, Master Sant." The Headmaster bowed his head. "Although, I must admit… it would be more help if you would consider taking one in yourself."
The visitor shook his head. "And what sort of life would I be able to give one of these? I don't own a home, and I travel constantly. The war may be over, but it's not exactly peaceful–" He stopped, then knelt down in front of a young girl. He frowned, then pushed back a clump of dirty hair from her forehead.
The Headmaster blinked. "Did that one catch your eye? Changed your mind?"
"Not exactly." The visitor tilted the girl's head back slightly. "What's her name?"
The Headmaster adjusted his glasses and peered at the girl's face. "To be truthful, we don't know. She was pulled from a burning house two years ago, the only survivor. It's assumed that she's the daughter of the man who owned the place; his wife was pregnant some years before, but there's no record of a live birth. They were a strange couple, anyways. He was a widower with a child and step-child from a previous marriage, both of seem to have disappeared, and the wife rarely left the house. No-one knew she was ill until she died. Even this little one was very ill when she came here."
"Well, what does she say her name is?" The visitor indicated the girl.
"She doesn't say; she's mute. Probably from the trauma."
The visitor rocked back on his heels and sat, first eying the girl and then the Headmaster. "… An orphanage isn't the right place for a girl who's sick in the head. She needs special attention."
The Headmaster shrugged. "And, who would take her? She's an appealing child, but adopting parents want a child who's sound. And even if there were parents who would be okay with it, she's over the age where people like to adopt."
The visitor was quiet for a minute. "The girl shouldn't be here, and I can't take her in. But…" He stood up and ruffled the girl's hair. "I know a place that will taken in someone like her."
"The girl's school?" The Headmaster frowned. "I've heard stories of that place… it's run by a Mithra, and the students are all knife-happy with men when they graduate." He paused. "Plus… it's expensive. We don't have the funds to send her."
"Don't worry about that; I'll sponsor her myself. And don't worry," He laughed as he watched the Headmaster's face fall. "Whatever I have to pay the school to get her in, I'll match for the orphanage."
"I'll get started on the paperwork right away."
The little girl curiously looked around the room she sat in. In her short life, she couldn't remember being someplace that looked so grand; she was nervous to touch anything including the plate of cookies and mug of milk that had been left for her. The nice man who had taken her from the orphanage and the lady with the funny ears and tail had left her alone in the office to discuss something.
Finally, she overcame her uneasiness and took a cookie. Munching on it, she wandered towards the window. Below, in the small and snowy enclosed yard, a group of older girls seemed to be doing exercises of some sort. The door just below the window opened, and the nice man and the lady joined them. Through the thick panes of glass, the little girl could hear the nice man call something out and one of the older girls slowed, stopped, and seemed to reluctantly approach the nice man. The two of them seemed to talk for a moment, and then the girl sharply looked up at the window.
The little girl wasn't sure what it was, but the older girl looked… familiar.
The discussion continued between the older girl, the nice man, and the lady for a few more minutes. The older girl seemed to become more and more agitated, and then finally turned her back and returned to her exercises, pointedly ignoring the nice man and the lady. Finally, they just shrugged and returned inside.
The little girl quickly finished the cookie and hopped back into the chair she had been sitting in, brushing cookie crumbs from the front of her dress. She had just managed settling herself so it didn't look like she had moved when the door to the office had opened and the nice man and the lady entered.
"'Draenen'?" The nice man smiled as he approached the little girl and knelt in front of her. "Is that your name? Draenen?"
The little girl hesitated. She liked the nice man, but the name didn't sound right.
The nice man looked over at the lady, then looked back at the little girl. "'Thorns'?"
"… Thorn… Go back to your room… Poppa and I have to talk… Stay there until I come get you when dinner is ready…"
The little girl blinked, and her eyes went wide with panic. She smelled smoke! She slid off the chair and tried to bolt for the door, but the nice man caught her and held her close, stroking her head to calm her.
"Ssssh… It's okay." He murmured softly, sitting down in his chair and cuddling the little girl. "Do you remember now? That was your nickname, wasn't it?"
The little girl, who had been silent so long, let out a long hiccuping wail.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
Warning!
This post contains entries from Draen's journal – specifically, how she feels towards other members of the linkshell. I have it all whited out so people who don't wish to know won't spoil themselves unless they're careless and highlight the text.
Past/older thoughts are struck through.
Aurou
–Ah, the white-haired Mithra, yeah? I've talked to her once or twice. Seems nice… I think.
– Still seems nice, still trying to figure her out. How do avatars get so… fat?
Avina
–She means well. But she seems a bit of a flake, and sometimes takes things too close to the heart or too far.
–Seems to be growing a better backbone? Or at least a bit more like a leader.
– This 'company' idea… it's got merit, but I wonder at her ability to effectively run it. She's… kind of flighty.
Falgor
– Bleh. Stupid male, he probably ran himself off a cliff and died.
Jericho (SMN)
–No idea what to make of him. Sometimes he's useful, sometimes he's nice, and sometimes he's another stupid, weak male.
–Huh. This is… odd.
– … I wonder where he is…
Jericho (BLU)
– Looks a lot like the other Jericho… very confusing. At least he seems more capable than the other.
Kahodaho
– … Another male. But at least he knows how to keep his mouth shut.
Kaolla
–Kitten tries. I won't fault her on that.
–Kitten's actually… kind of nice. She's a bit dippy, but she can be pleasant to be around.
– … I don't know. I really don't. Some days I like her, other days… either she's years younger than me, or I've already turned into a grumpy old lady.
Kenjii
–Whiny male. Grow a backbone, damnit!
– … Maybe I should start watching him a bit more closely…
Kirious
–Why the hell am I intimidated by such a small male? So many questions I need to ask him, but I'm too scared to.
–Training with him was… actually fun. Or at least it'll seem that way until all the bruises start to bloom. I have a feeling I'm up for a sore few weeks.
–Can't figure him out. One minute he's an asshole, the next he's actually likable. Working with him hasn't been too bad… I'm kind of looking forward to the trip the [scribbled out] boss is sending us on.
– Still flipping between asshole and likable, but right now he's closer to the asshole side. I don't appreciate the jab at my intelligence.
Kjara
– … Is having a normal job really that strange?
Muriru
–She's so adorable!
– Spoiled brat. Next time, I'm leaving her scared little ass where it is.
Nakatai
– Bleh. Even more useless than the other males.
Nodem
– Bleh…
Saerun
– I like her. She seems very down to earth, and isn't afraid of taking chances. Don't understand why others were calling her by another name, though…
Zetireti
– Eh. Male. Whatever.
This post contains entries from Draen's journal – specifically, how she feels towards other members of the linkshell. I have it all whited out so people who don't wish to know won't spoil themselves unless they're careless and highlight the text.
Past/older thoughts are struck through.
Aurou
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– Still seems nice, still trying to figure her out. How do avatars get so… fat?
Avina
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– This 'company' idea… it's got merit, but I wonder at her ability to effectively run it. She's… kind of flighty.
Falgor
– Bleh. Stupid male, he probably ran himself off a cliff and died.
Jericho (SMN)
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– … I wonder where he is…
Jericho (BLU)
– Looks a lot like the other Jericho… very confusing. At least he seems more capable than the other.
Kahodaho
– … Another male. But at least he knows how to keep his mouth shut.
Kaolla
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– … I don't know. I really don't. Some days I like her, other days… either she's years younger than me, or I've already turned into a grumpy old lady.
Kenjii
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– … Maybe I should start watching him a bit more closely…
Kirious
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– Still flipping between asshole and likable, but right now he's closer to the asshole side. I don't appreciate the jab at my intelligence.
Kjara
– … Is having a normal job really that strange?
Muriru
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– Spoiled brat. Next time, I'm leaving her scared little ass where it is.
Nakatai
– Bleh. Even more useless than the other males.
Nodem
– Bleh…
Saerun
– I like her. She seems very down to earth, and isn't afraid of taking chances. Don't understand why others were calling her by another name, though…
Zetireti
– Eh. Male. Whatever.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
So! Added and updated some things. Updates include some minor changes to the original profile and fixing some spelling mistakes.
Added, obviously, was the Relationships and currently-empty Journal Entries indexes. Both were ideas brought up awhile back, but I hadn't gotten around to putting them up/starting them: I've been keeping relationship notes since near my start with the group, journal entries are going to be… newer.
Feel free to comment/question/whatever in this thread; I've got this set up to handle in-thread comments and the actual IC-stuff alongside each-other.
Added, obviously, was the Relationships and currently-empty Journal Entries indexes. Both were ideas brought up awhile back, but I hadn't gotten around to putting them up/starting them: I've been keeping relationship notes since near my start with the group, journal entries are going to be… newer.
Feel free to comment/question/whatever in this thread; I've got this set up to handle in-thread comments and the actual IC-stuff alongside each-other.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
[Journal Entry 1]
Either people just plain suck, or I'm really pathetic.
Is it so wrong that I just want some sort of… companionship in my life? Someone who isn't a friend because we were roommates for years and it was just easier to play the part than be cold to each other? Someone who's not a hand-me-down from my sister? Someone who's ultimate goal isn't to get me in their bed?
I don't want a lover. Men are, for the most part, disgusting pigs and the few times I've tried other woman it just doesn't feel natural to me; I feel no attraction or desire whatsoever. And from everything I've observed, there's just too much trouble and drama when it comes to being involved with someone like that.
I'm not ungrateful for the people who've been there and helped me get on my feet. But sometimes, I have to wonder if it had not been for my sister, would any of them have even consented to acknowledge my existence? I think I know the answer to that… and I don't like it.
I'm tired of fair-weather friends. People who it's just a matter of convenience to pretend to be my friend, people who play the part because I have something they want and once they've got it they're out the door.
I just… want someone of my own choice. I want someone who I can be comfortably close to but appropriately distant from at the same time. They don't have to agree with me all the time; just be there to help me back up when I stumble. They don't have to hug me and tell me it's alright when I'm crying; just don't turn their back on me when I'm sad. I want someone I can pick a fight with, and they know I'm not angry at them and I just needed to blow steam.
… Am I being unreasonable?
Either people just plain suck, or I'm really pathetic.
Is it so wrong that I just want some sort of… companionship in my life? Someone who isn't a friend because we were roommates for years and it was just easier to play the part than be cold to each other? Someone who's not a hand-me-down from my sister? Someone who's ultimate goal isn't to get me in their bed?
I don't want a lover. Men are, for the most part, disgusting pigs and the few times I've tried other woman it just doesn't feel natural to me; I feel no attraction or desire whatsoever. And from everything I've observed, there's just too much trouble and drama when it comes to being involved with someone like that.
I'm not ungrateful for the people who've been there and helped me get on my feet. But sometimes, I have to wonder if it had not been for my sister, would any of them have even consented to acknowledge my existence? I think I know the answer to that… and I don't like it.
I'm tired of fair-weather friends. People who it's just a matter of convenience to pretend to be my friend, people who play the part because I have something they want and once they've got it they're out the door.
I just… want someone of my own choice. I want someone who I can be comfortably close to but appropriately distant from at the same time. They don't have to agree with me all the time; just be there to help me back up when I stumble. They don't have to hug me and tell me it's alright when I'm crying; just don't turn their back on me when I'm sad. I want someone I can pick a fight with, and they know I'm not angry at them and I just needed to blow steam.
… Am I being unreasonable?
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
[Journal Entry 2]
I guess I drank too much last night. Weird dreams are the result from getting drunk, right? Cos' I had some REALLY weird ones. The party was fun, though. It was nice to finally meet some of the people I'd heard so much about from Tarauial and Romidant… and they all were pretty accepting of me. "So much like Mal to keep secrets from even us!" one person had joked. I felt bad. At least until Mal's old teacher – I actually recognize him as the only man the Headmistress willingly allowed to wander around the school – told me not to worry about it. He looks so very frail these days. I dimly remember him asking about Mal's sword. I told him it was still locked in that case under her bed, still broken. He seemed unhappy, but made a comment along the lines of "at least it's still safe".
Geez, how much did I actually drink? Now that I'm thinking about it, I think that guy Rom introduced to me as "Lova" groped me at one point. And I don't think I even threatened him for doing it! Definatly drank too much. And I'm still trying to figure one of my gifts out – a set of new knives, really well made and balanced. The tag on them didn't say who they were from. All it says is "Since the ones you use are all nicked and one is bent"… the handwriting is familiar, but I can't seem to place it.
I guess I drank too much last night. Weird dreams are the result from getting drunk, right? Cos' I had some REALLY weird ones. The party was fun, though. It was nice to finally meet some of the people I'd heard so much about from Tarauial and Romidant… and they all were pretty accepting of me. "So much like Mal to keep secrets from even us!" one person had joked. I felt bad. At least until Mal's old teacher – I actually recognize him as the only man the Headmistress willingly allowed to wander around the school – told me not to worry about it. He looks so very frail these days. I dimly remember him asking about Mal's sword. I told him it was still locked in that case under her bed, still broken. He seemed unhappy, but made a comment along the lines of "at least it's still safe".
Geez, how much did I actually drink? Now that I'm thinking about it, I think that guy Rom introduced to me as "Lova" groped me at one point. And I don't think I even threatened him for doing it! Definatly drank too much. And I'm still trying to figure one of my gifts out – a set of new knives, really well made and balanced. The tag on them didn't say who they were from. All it says is "Since the ones you use are all nicked and one is bent"… the handwriting is familiar, but I can't seem to place it.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
[Journal Entry 3]
This evening, a very strange package was delivered to me at the Spire by, of all people, one of the Sybil's Guards. "Awarded posthumously for services rendered" was all the sentiment said. It's a banner of some sort… Maybe I'll put it up when I get home.
It's been an off-day all around for me. I think I made an idiot of myself in front of Avina, Kenjii, and Saerun; I've been a little touchy since the party. What I thought were dreams that night are starting to turn into some really embarrassing stories, and I guess Kenjii sent me into a panic.
… I just want to bury myself under a pile of paperwork, and not go anywhere near San d'Oria for a long, LONG time. Maybe I'll stay up and try to figure out whatever it is that Kirious decided to write in Old Quadav, and why the hell he decided to use it for the report.
This evening, a very strange package was delivered to me at the Spire by, of all people, one of the Sybil's Guards. "Awarded posthumously for services rendered" was all the sentiment said. It's a banner of some sort… Maybe I'll put it up when I get home.
It's been an off-day all around for me. I think I made an idiot of myself in front of Avina, Kenjii, and Saerun; I've been a little touchy since the party. What I thought were dreams that night are starting to turn into some really embarrassing stories, and I guess Kenjii sent me into a panic.
… I just want to bury myself under a pile of paperwork, and not go anywhere near San d'Oria for a long, LONG time. Maybe I'll stay up and try to figure out whatever it is that Kirious decided to write in Old Quadav, and why the hell he decided to use it for the report.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
[Journal Entry 4]
I don't know what to do.
The stories are still circulating and there's nothing I can do to stop them. The more I protest and deny them, the more I get laughed at and the nastier the stories get. Those people… the twins TOLD me they were friends! Why are they doing this to me?!
And there's nothing I can do to restore my reputation; who-ever started these stories is doing a damn good job at hiding themselves and until I find them I can't wash away this insult. If the Headmistress finds out, I'll be a laughingstock at the School…
I can't even find an artificial way to boost myself. Walk into any agency, and I get laughed at and dismissed when I say I don't know how to wield an axe or sword. Kirious was pretty blunt, pointing out that I don't have a chance of a future with the Corps unless I'm some sort of paper pusher. The rest of the Tenshodo isn't hiring. I can't use magic and I don't compare to the Mithran hunters… can't get a job with the Federation forces.
Goddess… it hasn't even been two weeks, and this year has already been absolutely shitty.
I don't know what to do.
The stories are still circulating and there's nothing I can do to stop them. The more I protest and deny them, the more I get laughed at and the nastier the stories get. Those people… the twins TOLD me they were friends! Why are they doing this to me?!
And there's nothing I can do to restore my reputation; who-ever started these stories is doing a damn good job at hiding themselves and until I find them I can't wash away this insult. If the Headmistress finds out, I'll be a laughingstock at the School…
I can't even find an artificial way to boost myself. Walk into any agency, and I get laughed at and dismissed when I say I don't know how to wield an axe or sword. Kirious was pretty blunt, pointing out that I don't have a chance of a future with the Corps unless I'm some sort of paper pusher. The rest of the Tenshodo isn't hiring. I can't use magic and I don't compare to the Mithran hunters… can't get a job with the Federation forces.
Goddess… it hasn't even been two weeks, and this year has already been absolutely shitty.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
[Journal Entry 5]
I'm not stupid.
Magic isn't something EVERYONE can do. It's a skill that comes with a predisposition, and that's a predisposition that I don't have.
At the School, there was every expectation that I had the predisposition. By all accounts, my sister had a lot of talent – the Headmistress had to send for a specialist to train her because she couldn't control it. As I got older, they expected me to start showing signs of talent… but I never did. They tested me constantly and some of those tests were pretty horrible; my right arm was broken during one test (… I wonder if that's the reason it broke so easily during that tumble in Attohwa?) and I've got a nice little burn scar on one of my thighs from another.
… I'm not stupid.
I'm not stupid.
Magic isn't something EVERYONE can do. It's a skill that comes with a predisposition, and that's a predisposition that I don't have.
At the School, there was every expectation that I had the predisposition. By all accounts, my sister had a lot of talent – the Headmistress had to send for a specialist to train her because she couldn't control it. As I got older, they expected me to start showing signs of talent… but I never did. They tested me constantly and some of those tests were pretty horrible; my right arm was broken during one test (… I wonder if that's the reason it broke so easily during that tumble in Attohwa?) and I've got a nice little burn scar on one of my thighs from another.
… I'm not stupid.
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When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to my grandchild why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandma. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
"How hard did you hit him?"
"Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay.
"You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
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