The bar was closed. I stood on the road looking at the sign on the door wondering if I was on the right road. I looked around and saw all the other things I expected to see. A few other would-be patrons stood on the road with me. We looked at each other and shrugged.
“CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS”
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An anonymous person queried: “How did you learn to be lucid in Dreams? And why doesn’t ‘coffee or tea?’ has a rum option?”
Through obstinate stubbornness, repetition, and a close study of how the waking world operates.
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I had received missives from Malphas while I was away on the last trip to the Path of Vau. They were short and to the point and I swear I could hear him giggle in nefarious delight. Would I be a dear and obtain a crow feather for him? The largest that I could obtain, and prepared for use as a writing quill, if it wasn’t much of a bother.
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“Raven. Hello.” My shroud is in tatters, exposing one breast. I care not for my modesty. The ravens had torn it in their… play… with me earlier. I bore fresh gouges on my shoulders from them. Gouges that were packed with bone ash after. The wounds will scar as was their intention. But I do not understand why.
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“Yea!” “We have Reenactment Thursdays!” “Donuts and coffee on Tuesdays!” “It’s always Tuesday.” “I’m not complaining!” “Nothing hurts anymore and I don’t worry about shit anymore.”
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I don’t know why I feel like I’m saying ‘goodbye’ for the last time to Snake. Why I feel like I’m going to my death. As if regardless if I am successful and able to answer Lord Asmodel’s summons or not, I will be irrevocably changed and the Weaver that returns will be nothing like the Weaver that left. I reflect on the few times in this life I have felt the same impending destruction. The memories do nothing to settle my stomach and I force my mind blank.
I pull the Thoth Hierophant card from my pocket. “Open the way to the Path of Vau, that I may proceed!” The character in the card turns his hand in the same gesture as turning a key. There is a flash of light followed by the dissolution into darkness.
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There was only me, the devastation, and the sound of a little girl crying. I took a step, and noted I wore no shoes, but had panther feet. I was in the deathshroud of a Boneburner. Black raven wings came from my back, and my hands were more talon than human. I wore my deathmask, but it was featureless.
To my surprise, I found a familiar cord tied around my waist. Hanging off the cord was Horatio’s skull trinket, and a pair of iron skeleton keys of different lengths. The cord was securely knotted. I wondered why those would show up when I was in Boneburner mode but was soon distracted from the musing.
I took another step. The crying stopped. I didn’t need the sound to find her. I could smell her. It took some digging, but I found the girl’s broken body. Her spirit was trapped within it. As I pulled her free and picked her up, she started crying again.
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From Tumblr, an anonymous person asked: “Hi! New reader and I am lost/confused about the shells that have been mentioned, and the “high price” that was paid for them. What was the price?”
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“Another coffee, Sir?” He looked up grudgingly at the waitress. He noticed her pot was only a quarter full. It was all he could do to keep from launching into a verbal educational moment right then and there.
“Do you think I’m addled? That I can’t see because I’m twice your age? That’s an old pot and you’re trying to shove it off on me! Make me a fresh pot! Don’t serve me your leftovers! I should talk to the manager about this! This is horrible treatment! Don’t you know what I’ve gone through in my life!”
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Yahoo bought Tumblr. Well, fuck. It is my opinion that when the changes come to Tumblr, it will be detrimental to me. The topics I freely write about are not exactly conforming to the Family Friendly face that Yahoo likes to wear. I have backed up Three More Ways (after two days of babysitting the … Continue reading →