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Historian Report 014Historian Report 014 Sage: Fetching Breath Doolin Scribe: Pray Tell Doolin Anchor Date: 4/1 Tyr 2916 OD Target Date: 3/3 Mai 1003 PCPHistorian Report 014
After constructing and stabilizing the portal, Feth found the clearing quickly. At this point we were looking for Meander. We had spent the past few hours skimming backward through the time flow before the conversation between El and Phei recorded in the previous report and finally found Meander’s visit three weeks earlier. It was a damp day in the clearing. It had been raining all morning. There were standing puddles spotting the area and a c
Jak and Aln, pt 1Across from Herder’s Hall, only nominally staffed with the herds being in the Surrounds, there sat two tstari brothers. Aln, the younger at three, sat with his back to the Hall and knees to the wall. Jak, his senior by five years, had his back to the worked wood. Jak was trying, and succeeding, to amaze his brother with his vast and overwhelmingly apocryphal knowledge of things both historical and mythological:Jak and Aln, pt 1
“S,not til after Witch Godsbane…na…she ain’t called ‘Witch Godsbane’ til after tha Battle of Martyr’s Wood…til then she was just called naught but ‘Witch P
Historian report 013Historian Report 013, Team First Sage, Fetching Breath Doolin, Scribe: Pray Tell Doolin Anchor Date: 4:1, Tyrant’s 2916 OD Target Date: 3:3, Maiden’s 1002 PCPHistorian report 013
Our goal this session was to gain some idea of Phei’s early life with El. Once Feth got the Viewing portal open and stabilized, she went about finding our subjects. El was just over a league from the clearing in which they lived, gathering deadwood found along a trail. As Feth closed our vantage in on him, a small figure was seen darting between the trees to his left. El stopped on the trail, a knowing grin stretched across his fa
3:1 Tyrant's 2916 ODFeth was, at least at first, as bewildered and upset as I was when I told her about the events concerning my visit with Parsley. We spent that evening discussing possible courses of action and their possible repercussions, as well as praying for guidance…abundant praying for guidance. I do have to say, that once she got over the initial shock, Feth seemed to accept our appointed tasks with a zeal and attention that I find inspiring. She amazes me . . .3:1 Tyrant's 2916 OD
We have decided to do as Parsley suggested and continue with our research for the Historian program. We will simply report what we found on our . . . little expedition as a su
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I pray that something picks me up
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post-script
mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.
-praytell
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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets.
--
post-script
mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.
-praytell
my other profile is a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
--
And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets.
--
post-script
mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.
-praytell
my other profile is a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
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