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Showing posts with label apologies. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Head made of fuzz.
Springfest is over for another year - it was all manner of awesome but my brain is not up to writing all down because it is bunged up. As is the rest of me. But it was awesome.
MiM is on hold, possibly for the rest of the week until I can get my head on again.
Don't miss me too much.
MiM is on hold, possibly for the rest of the week until I can get my head on again.
Don't miss me too much.
Monday, March 19, 2012
A lull before the storm....
A short and rather poor entry - I didn't manage to complete it in 750 words because of computer troubles I've been having today. Apologies for the low quality - hopefully it'll pick up again tomorrow.
And no - no Crow - there's a bit of time issues I've realised and everyone else needs to catch up to him.
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Gregory crouched in front of the small girl as the last of the heretics fell. "You're okay now, stick with us and we'll help you to get out." she sniffled in reply, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, cowering against the wall.
"I don't think she believes you somehow lad." Aylix smirked, wincing as he poked at a gash down his left arm. He pulled a hip flask out of a pouch on his belt, flicked it open and took a deep slug, before pouring a goodly amount on the wound which elicited a groan. "Bit of Dwarven fortitude?" he offered it to Gregory who was still trying to convince the girl to trust him.
"Don't you realise how serious this is?" the priest demanded angrily. "How many innocent lives are at stake? The enormity of what we have to do here? There are hundreds of people still in this town - and slowly that number is shrinking as they either are killed or escape. I am here to make sure that they do the latter!"
"Do you think he takes everything so serious kid?" Aylix crouched down in front of the girl, touching her hair gently causing her to look at him and then at Gregory. "Can you imagine him eating a hunk of cheese and saying 'this cheese is innocent cheese' with that frowny look he has on his face?" a flicker of a smile flashed on the girls lips as she noted the disapproving glare on the priests face. "Attagirl. What's your name?"
"Lucy." she spoke softly, nervously, but they had won her over.
"Well Lucy, I'm Aylix and this moody man behind me is..."
"Gregory." he said with a scowl at Aylix before softening his expression to look at Lucy. "High Father Gregory Chrace."
Aylix nodded approvingly at the Crowan. "Well Lucy, how about you, me and Greg here get out of here and see if we can find our way out at the same time."
"What 'bout mummy and daddy?" she asked softly.
"Well... hop on my back, we'll go find your house and see if we can find them okay?" Aylix smiled, as Lucy climbed onto his back for a piggyback. "Point the way, little one." he said, hefting his hammer. "Lead on Greg.
"That's High father Chrace." the Crowan shot back.
===
"So, where are you from?" Tobias asked Leanna as they rejoined the caravan.
"Mercia...." Leanna started slowly before volunteering, "I had some friends as well, they were with me... but we were attacked by Kryganites and they..." she sobbed convincingly. "They were killed trying to fight back... protecting me..."
Lahsaa came to her side and laid a hand on her arm. "It's okay... you're safe now. I'm sorry about your friends." he said softly, his words tripping over each other. Leanna returned his smile, sadly. "What were you doing out in the woods?"
"We.... we were..."
"Lahsaa! Don't bother the lass. She's just seen her friends killed, she doesn't need browbeating by you." Tobias said harshly, shaking his head at his son.
"I'm sorry." Lahsaa apologised, his head bowed ashamed as he stepped away from her. "I won't bother you."
"No! It's fine... I'm sorry it just..." she sobbed again, holding onto Lahsaa's arm. "... it was horrible... they were horrible...."
"You're fine now." he said, nervous at her proximity. "You're safe... look... there's Netherthong. We'll be safe there until this whole things blows over." The village came into view, tents being erected already around the outskirts, and a small number of coaches making their way inside the town. "We get to head inside - father is one of the more influential merchants in Mercia so he has a small property here already." he sounded almost proud, as he glanced over at his father who was now talking to two men who were obviously related to him in some way. "If you don't have anywhere to go... I'm sure we can take you in for a while."
Leanna hugged him, relief on her face. "Oh thank you! Thank the Gods for crossing our paths." A sly grin passed on her face as she touched the holy symbol around her neck. "Praise be indeed."
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"Where in the name of the Great Beareded Seven did you get that?" Grundown gaped at the medallion in Eliana's hand. "Do you even know what that is lass?"
"Raid on the dark Elf camps a hundred and fifty years ago, my brother took the hands from their matriarch and thought it was pretty enough to give to me. I took it for Dwarven straight away but..." she shrugged. "It is important then?"
"That, is the medallion of the sixteenth thane of the hold - he was killed by Elves... Dark Elves, around one hundred and eighty years ago and his medallion was thought lost. It may be that that could bring us an end to this fightin' after all."
And no - no Crow - there's a bit of time issues I've realised and everyone else needs to catch up to him.
===============
Gregory crouched in front of the small girl as the last of the heretics fell. "You're okay now, stick with us and we'll help you to get out." she sniffled in reply, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, cowering against the wall.
"I don't think she believes you somehow lad." Aylix smirked, wincing as he poked at a gash down his left arm. He pulled a hip flask out of a pouch on his belt, flicked it open and took a deep slug, before pouring a goodly amount on the wound which elicited a groan. "Bit of Dwarven fortitude?" he offered it to Gregory who was still trying to convince the girl to trust him.
"Don't you realise how serious this is?" the priest demanded angrily. "How many innocent lives are at stake? The enormity of what we have to do here? There are hundreds of people still in this town - and slowly that number is shrinking as they either are killed or escape. I am here to make sure that they do the latter!"
"Do you think he takes everything so serious kid?" Aylix crouched down in front of the girl, touching her hair gently causing her to look at him and then at Gregory. "Can you imagine him eating a hunk of cheese and saying 'this cheese is innocent cheese' with that frowny look he has on his face?" a flicker of a smile flashed on the girls lips as she noted the disapproving glare on the priests face. "Attagirl. What's your name?"
"Lucy." she spoke softly, nervously, but they had won her over.
"Well Lucy, I'm Aylix and this moody man behind me is..."
"Gregory." he said with a scowl at Aylix before softening his expression to look at Lucy. "High Father Gregory Chrace."
Aylix nodded approvingly at the Crowan. "Well Lucy, how about you, me and Greg here get out of here and see if we can find our way out at the same time."
"What 'bout mummy and daddy?" she asked softly.
"Well... hop on my back, we'll go find your house and see if we can find them okay?" Aylix smiled, as Lucy climbed onto his back for a piggyback. "Point the way, little one." he said, hefting his hammer. "Lead on Greg.
"That's High father Chrace." the Crowan shot back.
===
"So, where are you from?" Tobias asked Leanna as they rejoined the caravan.
"Mercia...." Leanna started slowly before volunteering, "I had some friends as well, they were with me... but we were attacked by Kryganites and they..." she sobbed convincingly. "They were killed trying to fight back... protecting me..."
Lahsaa came to her side and laid a hand on her arm. "It's okay... you're safe now. I'm sorry about your friends." he said softly, his words tripping over each other. Leanna returned his smile, sadly. "What were you doing out in the woods?"
"We.... we were..."
"Lahsaa! Don't bother the lass. She's just seen her friends killed, she doesn't need browbeating by you." Tobias said harshly, shaking his head at his son.
"I'm sorry." Lahsaa apologised, his head bowed ashamed as he stepped away from her. "I won't bother you."
"No! It's fine... I'm sorry it just..." she sobbed again, holding onto Lahsaa's arm. "... it was horrible... they were horrible...."
"You're fine now." he said, nervous at her proximity. "You're safe... look... there's Netherthong. We'll be safe there until this whole things blows over." The village came into view, tents being erected already around the outskirts, and a small number of coaches making their way inside the town. "We get to head inside - father is one of the more influential merchants in Mercia so he has a small property here already." he sounded almost proud, as he glanced over at his father who was now talking to two men who were obviously related to him in some way. "If you don't have anywhere to go... I'm sure we can take you in for a while."
Leanna hugged him, relief on her face. "Oh thank you! Thank the Gods for crossing our paths." A sly grin passed on her face as she touched the holy symbol around her neck. "Praise be indeed."
====
"Where in the name of the Great Beareded Seven did you get that?" Grundown gaped at the medallion in Eliana's hand. "Do you even know what that is lass?"
"Raid on the dark Elf camps a hundred and fifty years ago, my brother took the hands from their matriarch and thought it was pretty enough to give to me. I took it for Dwarven straight away but..." she shrugged. "It is important then?"
"That, is the medallion of the sixteenth thane of the hold - he was killed by Elves... Dark Elves, around one hundred and eighty years ago and his medallion was thought lost. It may be that that could bring us an end to this fightin' after all."
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Blue and yellow...
Day five sees me struggling a bit - though supposedly if you do something for ten days in a row it becomes habit - so five days more after today and I should be good to go with it. I'm amazed I got this far to be honest...
Yesterday I mentioned those chance encounters and conversations - those that can lead to dizzying highes and that incredible feeling you get when you get to know someone - properly, anew. The 4am chats, finding out all there is to know about them, lost in this little world of the two of you. I've had possibly one feeling kind of like that recently, but it's been a couple of years since I've properly had that feeling. And I miss it to be honest.
It's been a good few years since I've actually got to talking to someone propelry - struck up a conversation with a stranger - I'm looking for an excuse to do it with a couple of people from work that I keep noticing around, but never have the courage to just take that plunge and do it. It comes back to issues with self confidence and such I suppose but still.
I envy the extroverts - those souls that can seemingly drop into conversation with everyone and anyone - without fear or reprisal or rebuttal - and instantly be a part of the circle, be a part of the flow and ebb of a group dynamic. I've always struggled with that, am always on the outskirts, lurking in the background waiting for moments to pop in and say something meaningful, point the conversation in a new direction or add something profound to the subject or... more often than not lately - include some kind of innuendo. Okay - I'm hardly perfect. Meaningful and profound don't tend to cross my mind very often - or if they do they're few and far between.
But... in a way I'm okay with it, I'm okay with being the 'wallflower', as it were. Ish.
I have all kinds of romantic notions about being noticed in one of these conversations, noticed and have the whirlwind relationship develop. Despite how fairytale, or storybook or Hollywood it may be. That too much to ask?
But - I shouldn't hope for that. I shouldn't count on it or rely on it. I've known how easily these conversations take you by surprise and just happen - unnbidden, unexpected, but by no means unwelcome. And it's kind of that that I am counting on - just the one day my life and world turn upside down - if only for a little while - when that bliss, that rush of endorphins, that heady feeling that comes with meeting and knowing someone new - whether it develops into friendship, love or more - hits you. I'm probably the most optimistic pessimist ever because I believe in the little things that makes life good... despite the lows of life, there will always be a good thing to balance it, maybe not for everyone, maybe not all the time - but there should always be the good things. The little perks in life, those that pick you up, the things that make you smile - the unexpected compliments that make you blush, those people you know or see that make that corner of your mouth twitch into a smile. Far too often we're reminded that bad things happen to good people... and the bad things never seem to happen to the bad people while they're running roughshod over those those good people but still - I have to believe that karma, or whatever similar doctrine you subscribe to, balances out and those bad people get what they truly and utterly deserve while the good people get some hope, some sliver or light or at least - peace, even if it is of the eternal variety. (Of course that then goes on to depend on your faith, and belief of an afterlife or some degree or Paradise or Heaven. Which is a whole other topic, and one which I may tackle another day - my own believe system has become odd and skewed and distorted in recent years that - to be honest - I'm not sure where it stands any more.)
So - that as they say - is that - another day gone and past and another topic tackled. But I'm still not sure what to make of this one - it may give people a bit more of an insight into why I normally stay on the outskirts, or why I sometimes excuse myself when the groups get too big or too loud or too crowded.
Until tomorrow readers.
(As for the title... reading back over the first few paragraphs - I just realised how much this entry reminds me of the song Blue and Yellow by the Used.
#Shoulda done something, but I've done it enough - by the way my hands were shakin', rather waste some time with you...)
Yesterday I mentioned those chance encounters and conversations - those that can lead to dizzying highes and that incredible feeling you get when you get to know someone - properly, anew. The 4am chats, finding out all there is to know about them, lost in this little world of the two of you. I've had possibly one feeling kind of like that recently, but it's been a couple of years since I've properly had that feeling. And I miss it to be honest.
It's been a good few years since I've actually got to talking to someone propelry - struck up a conversation with a stranger - I'm looking for an excuse to do it with a couple of people from work that I keep noticing around, but never have the courage to just take that plunge and do it. It comes back to issues with self confidence and such I suppose but still.
I envy the extroverts - those souls that can seemingly drop into conversation with everyone and anyone - without fear or reprisal or rebuttal - and instantly be a part of the circle, be a part of the flow and ebb of a group dynamic. I've always struggled with that, am always on the outskirts, lurking in the background waiting for moments to pop in and say something meaningful, point the conversation in a new direction or add something profound to the subject or... more often than not lately - include some kind of innuendo. Okay - I'm hardly perfect. Meaningful and profound don't tend to cross my mind very often - or if they do they're few and far between.
But... in a way I'm okay with it, I'm okay with being the 'wallflower', as it were. Ish.
I have all kinds of romantic notions about being noticed in one of these conversations, noticed and have the whirlwind relationship develop. Despite how fairytale, or storybook or Hollywood it may be. That too much to ask?
But - I shouldn't hope for that. I shouldn't count on it or rely on it. I've known how easily these conversations take you by surprise and just happen - unnbidden, unexpected, but by no means unwelcome. And it's kind of that that I am counting on - just the one day my life and world turn upside down - if only for a little while - when that bliss, that rush of endorphins, that heady feeling that comes with meeting and knowing someone new - whether it develops into friendship, love or more - hits you. I'm probably the most optimistic pessimist ever because I believe in the little things that makes life good... despite the lows of life, there will always be a good thing to balance it, maybe not for everyone, maybe not all the time - but there should always be the good things. The little perks in life, those that pick you up, the things that make you smile - the unexpected compliments that make you blush, those people you know or see that make that corner of your mouth twitch into a smile. Far too often we're reminded that bad things happen to good people... and the bad things never seem to happen to the bad people while they're running roughshod over those those good people but still - I have to believe that karma, or whatever similar doctrine you subscribe to, balances out and those bad people get what they truly and utterly deserve while the good people get some hope, some sliver or light or at least - peace, even if it is of the eternal variety. (Of course that then goes on to depend on your faith, and belief of an afterlife or some degree or Paradise or Heaven. Which is a whole other topic, and one which I may tackle another day - my own believe system has become odd and skewed and distorted in recent years that - to be honest - I'm not sure where it stands any more.)
So - that as they say - is that - another day gone and past and another topic tackled. But I'm still not sure what to make of this one - it may give people a bit more of an insight into why I normally stay on the outskirts, or why I sometimes excuse myself when the groups get too big or too loud or too crowded.
Until tomorrow readers.
(As for the title... reading back over the first few paragraphs - I just realised how much this entry reminds me of the song Blue and Yellow by the Used.
#Shoulda done something, but I've done it enough - by the way my hands were shakin', rather waste some time with you...)
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