On the other hand, I've started back doing security at the rink, our school's primary competition has left the association (certain people will automatically understand), and there's a lot of talk about rebuilding the school.
What else, what else ... installed a new CD-RW on HAL, Meadow's enjoying school which ends within a couple of weeks ... that's about it.
KSF Pardon me if I sound egotistical here, but it's sad, it truly is ... 'Bait's not in the bar, Ru's away for ... various reasons, and the bar is effectively dead. Come on, people; those of you who are in the KSF, get out there and RP! We need you, folks!
Ah, on to the char's diary.
Dragonbait
There is no way to adequately summarize all that has occurred. Even to attempt would be to omit important details. But I try anyway .. because I am too stubborn to quit.
Shortly after my last entry, I felt my God's touch in my prayers, and felt Him calling me ... I wasn't sure towards what, but I knew only that it would be another step in my walk. More details will come later.
I met with Ru and Bain. Bain was ... not "forgiving", but civil. Ru was ... well, I had concerns for her sanity, ere we were done. Rache arrived and teleported me to the battlefield, where I fought beside the Twins, Ixonia, a future version of Ru (who does seem forgiving and friendly), and Ailin's own people against goblins, giants, orcs, and Unseelie. In the battle, Ailin was well and truly battered, the Centauri and Twins were relatively unscathed, and I caught a sword to my throat which destroyed my speech for a time.
The next day, Ailin wanted to challenge the Goblin Queen to single combat. This was met with, shall we say, less than unanimous support. I offered to serve in Ailin's stead as her champion (an offer which was both misunderstood and rejected), and Ixonia threatened to withdraw her support on all levels if Ailin risked herself in this way. During the whole argument, the Goblin Queen got fed up and walked away, so the battle was briefly delayed.
The next day, Ailin fought the Goblin Queen in normal battle and slew her ... then promptly had a magic-inspired breakdown. She recovered, thankfully.
Skipping ahead a bit, I was finally able to return to the Guild I'd missed so much. Strange, it is, how a place can become "home". Ailin and Ixonia returned to their respective kingdoms, the Twins returned to Katarr, and Future-Ru went I know where not.
Three days. Maybe four; it's hard to tell, because I had to make another supply run, but I believe I was only back for three days before Ailin returned ... with some overdue news and an invitation, and a confession. I'll take these in reverse order.
Then again, I won't. Not fully. Her confession was of a nature too personal to put down on paper. Suffice to say it's an urge I share, but neither of us wishes to act or dwell upon it.
Ailin is soon to be crowned Queen (I'm rather surprised it hasn't occurred before now, but I suppose things have been a bit busy). As Queen, she will have a variety of handmaids (three of whom I've met already) and of course an "honor guard". BUT there's also a special office for the "Queen's Knight" (which makes me wonder about the Queen's Bishop and Queen's Rook) -- a status she has offered me. This involves me getting my ear pierced and being re-knighted, but I don't mind. Though I'm still getting used to the earring.
She also told me of an incident in her childhood, which caused the coughing fit I witnessed near Porton. Good, it is, that she told me of it when she did ... because when she left that night, she left in illness which left her bedridden and essentially comatose. Two of her handmaidens, Rhia and Cam, came to the guild to notify me and bring me to her.
I should point out now that God's call had been weighing heavily upon me. I had no idea what was going to happen, only that it would be something wonderful, that it would be soon, and that it would involve Ailin somehow. When Rhia and Cam told me what had happened, I packed quickly and travelled with them to Ailin's side ... but in the midst of packing, I stumbled against the footlocker where my katana was stored and the molted lock fell off. Not broke off; fell off. Just fell away. So I took the katana with me, though not at my side of course.
I met with an elven priest of Yeshua while Ailin lay unconscious and told him of my fall from grace with Ru and all that occurred with Ailin. With him, and with Rhia (who was curious about my feelings toward her queen) I was as honest as I could be, but of course they tend to ask questions I am not able to answer. But the priest gave his blessing, shortly before Ailin woke -- or perhaps "woke" is too strong a word. She was aware, but could barely move or see. But I touched her chest and felt Yeshua's presence move through us, destroying her disease, and making me a paladin once more.
Right now, Ailin is mobile (though using a cane), and I rest in my temporary quarters before trying once more to return to the Guild that is my home and my mission field. What will happen next, there's no way of knowing, but I look forward to finding out.
Ah. Lest I forget, Eldarian (I am definitely going to have to start taking notes of these people to keep things straight) apparently has some precognitive abilities. I don't know how accurate he is, and I'm not sure how far I wish to test it; he foresaw Ailin's children, and apparently I am (or will be) the father.
Shortly after my last entry, I felt my God's touch in my prayers, and felt Him calling me ... I wasn't sure towards what, but I knew only that it would be another step in my walk. More details will come later.
I met with Ru and Bain. Bain was ... not "forgiving", but civil. Ru was ... well, I had concerns for her sanity, ere we were done. Rache arrived and teleported me to the battlefield, where I fought beside the Twins, Ixonia, a future version of Ru (who does seem forgiving and friendly), and Ailin's own people against goblins, giants, orcs, and Unseelie. In the battle, Ailin was well and truly battered, the Centauri and Twins were relatively unscathed, and I caught a sword to my throat which destroyed my speech for a time.
The next day, Ailin wanted to challenge the Goblin Queen to single combat. This was met with, shall we say, less than unanimous support. I offered to serve in Ailin's stead as her champion (an offer which was both misunderstood and rejected), and Ixonia threatened to withdraw her support on all levels if Ailin risked herself in this way. During the whole argument, the Goblin Queen got fed up and walked away, so the battle was briefly delayed.
The next day, Ailin fought the Goblin Queen in normal battle and slew her ... then promptly had a magic-inspired breakdown. She recovered, thankfully.
Skipping ahead a bit, I was finally able to return to the Guild I'd missed so much. Strange, it is, how a place can become "home". Ailin and Ixonia returned to their respective kingdoms, the Twins returned to Katarr, and Future-Ru went I know where not.
Three days. Maybe four; it's hard to tell, because I had to make another supply run, but I believe I was only back for three days before Ailin returned ... with some overdue news and an invitation, and a confession. I'll take these in reverse order.
Then again, I won't. Not fully. Her confession was of a nature too personal to put down on paper. Suffice to say it's an urge I share, but neither of us wishes to act or dwell upon it.
Ailin is soon to be crowned Queen (I'm rather surprised it hasn't occurred before now, but I suppose things have been a bit busy). As Queen, she will have a variety of handmaids (three of whom I've met already) and of course an "honor guard". BUT there's also a special office for the "Queen's Knight" (which makes me wonder about the Queen's Bishop and Queen's Rook) -- a status she has offered me. This involves me getting my ear pierced and being re-knighted, but I don't mind. Though I'm still getting used to the earring.
She also told me of an incident in her childhood, which caused the coughing fit I witnessed near Porton. Good, it is, that she told me of it when she did ... because when she left that night, she left in illness which left her bedridden and essentially comatose. Two of her handmaidens, Rhia and Cam, came to the guild to notify me and bring me to her.
I should point out now that God's call had been weighing heavily upon me. I had no idea what was going to happen, only that it would be something wonderful, that it would be soon, and that it would involve Ailin somehow. When Rhia and Cam told me what had happened, I packed quickly and travelled with them to Ailin's side ... but in the midst of packing, I stumbled against the footlocker where my katana was stored and the molted lock fell off. Not broke off; fell off. Just fell away. So I took the katana with me, though not at my side of course.
I met with an elven priest of Yeshua while Ailin lay unconscious and told him of my fall from grace with Ru and all that occurred with Ailin. With him, and with Rhia (who was curious about my feelings toward her queen) I was as honest as I could be, but of course they tend to ask questions I am not able to answer. But the priest gave his blessing, shortly before Ailin woke -- or perhaps "woke" is too strong a word. She was aware, but could barely move or see. But I touched her chest and felt Yeshua's presence move through us, destroying her disease, and making me a paladin once more.
Right now, Ailin is mobile (though using a cane), and I rest in my temporary quarters before trying once more to return to the Guild that is my home and my mission field. What will happen next, there's no way of knowing, but I look forward to finding out.
Ah. Lest I forget, Eldarian (I am definitely going to have to start taking notes of these people to keep things straight) apparently has some precognitive abilities. I don't know how accurate he is, and I'm not sure how far I wish to test it; he foresaw Ailin's children, and apparently I am (or will be) the father.
COF There are some ways and places where inactivity is not so good. This is one of them. On the other hand, I got a ... little upset with one of our threads. I have to get upset in order to comment sometimes, but this thread ... I haven't seen that much mindless superstitious nonsense since I watched The Crucible. Said a few offensive things which I don't regret in the least; can hardly wait to see how many people are pissed at me.
Offending people isn't my primary goal; it's just ... a side-effect of my continued existence. And I've reached the point where I feel that if I can say something and people get offended but they are unable to offer any sort of decent rebuttal or defense, my point is adequately proven.
CR Talked with Bastion and Bertold the other day about Ep. 3 (which I still haven't seen) and Hitchhiker. Daughter back (yay!), and spoke with her briefly about all that's happened. KSF chatroom back in action (although perpetually understaffed).
PM Got a note from Ru telling me why she's not online for the time, and I hope that clears up in a hurry. Also got a note from Bastion (who hasn't updated her journal since November), fussing at me for not updating my journal more often. Now, if I can just get certain others mentioned in this entry (naming no names) to do the same ...
RM Words are my playground and my personality. Some people dream in color, some in black and white; I dream in text. And yet ... there are certain words and phrases I will not use. Ever. I don't care if they made it into the Webster's Dictionary; I don't care if certain segments of society consider them acceptable; they're still not words.
Bling-bling, HaXXor, "in the zone", gangsta, "alternative lifestyle", ROFL, playa, debo ... these are not part of my vocabulary.
There are other words I don't use, but only because I can't take them seriously. Meadow's favorite word, "thingie", comes to mind. "Thingie" is the ultimate verbal variable, in that it can literally mean anything ... often having two or three different definitions in the same sentence!
Another excellent example is "garbanzos". We had dinner with Meadow's family the other night, and when we walked into the house, Meadow asked what we were having. Her mother mentioned garbanzos. I looked at my wife's chest and thought, "I'm not sharing".
And there's words and expressions which mean one thing to me, and something else to the rest of the world. To me, xp does not mean a goofy cyber-smile; it means experience points. And "hack", in my mind, is followed by the words "and slash". My version is, in fact, more technically accurate; the original computer "hackers" were people who literally broke a computer open to fix something within it.
And I do not use politically correct jargon. I never refer to "Native Americans", because I, having been born in America, am technically a native American. I do not speak of "African Americans" because I personally only know two: both live in America, but were born in Africa. I do not mention people who "practice an alternative lifestyle", because "practice" is what you do when you're trying to get things right (and very few of them are trying to be right), everything is an alternative to something, and "lifestyle" is only an intelligent word when one is discussing separate cultures. No, I do not use these phrases.
BUT, by the same token, I do not use the words "******", "redskin", or "f*****t". "******" is just plain stupid, regardless of which of its disputed origins and definitions you choose to believe for the moment; I've only met a handful of people whose skin has (like mine) a natural reddish tint; and a "f*****t" is a bundle of sticks used as firewood (or in some countries, it's a cigarette).
No, I speak of "black people", "Indians" (or "Amerinds", to distinguish from the Hindu) and homosexuals. And you know something? Not only do most people know what I'm talking about, but nobody gets offended and I get to save my energies for writing.
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By the way, your post in that one thread in the COF was not offensive at all. Not to me, at least.
That reminds me, I have to comment on it. xp