A Day In The Life

Lets see no one tagged me that i know of but here it goes anyway.

1. i seldom use capitalized letters when i type, possibly out of lazyness, but more to diss myself. According to the child psychologist i had tyo go to after my brother killed me, it is a self esteem issue. Self Esteem a concept i truley HATE.

2. i jump in to things to fast. Burying myself as deep as i can. It makes me feel good to excel in something so i focus as hard as i can.

3. i spend to feel better about myself. Material yep, thats me.

4. i hate christmas. Hate is not a strong enough word, it is cheap and selfish of myself, but i know it has more to due with my family then my friends. i love my friends and sometimes i feel like i hurt them with my strong distaste of the holiday and i have to hold myself back from being a total ass about it.

5. i haven't done it in a long time, but i get very self destructive. After losing my virginity to young i starved myself being sent to a clinic after losing 60 lbs in 8 weeks. After my divorce i tried to kill myself my pouring anything hard down my throat or snorting anything up my nose. The thing that keeps me sane now after nearly ten years of stability is emotional withdraw. i always hold my heart back and never let my shields down all the way. it is okay with friends, but with love never. sometimes i feel hallow, but it is better then the pain. Trust me i'm okay not going to hurt myself, but i used to even to an exstent of cracking my own sternum by hitting myself after a pregnancy scare in high school.

well there is my caraziness friends i trust you so i dont care to let you all know.

David Hargis

My eyes open slowly to the darkness I am not even sure I have opened them except I can feel myself blink. My body isn't ready to move fully yet, still stiff from the years of encasement. My Heart shudders a bit like a butterfly upon its birth. My nevres scream with the needles that are piercing the now alive flesh. My ears hear the heartache and remorse above this self institued prison. My oaths Call as another ruler has passed and left strong sadness. My arms flex and I am free. My feet touch the floor long after the Mourns have left I see the faint glow of room and the moon shining in the windows. My new journey begins as I walk into the kindness of the snow.

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad an' blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do

In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart

There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
To a memory

The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart

A man's fickle needs end with the death of a Beloved Duchess now he is forced to walk in the cold of lovelessness. Never to know the affection of anothers touch or even a longing glance. His life now surrounded by the coldness that is his heart. Though the years have passed he remains unchanged and the lost duchess is even forgotten by the lands she once ruled.

"He was a strange Master. A strange one indeed. I told him what would happen if he followed the course. I assumed he would be to cowardly to..." Caw caw. The smaller crow had turned upon his brother at the mention of Cowardice. Dropping bloody black feathers to the ground.

"Never call him that. He was braver then most not many men can walk into disaster knowing what will happen to them. He Knew what would happen if he acted and what would happen if he did not. He chose the Noble Way."

"You let your anger rise to quickly brother. I agree he was brave, I had not guessed it before. You are lucky for you see the static past. I must cosume many possible futures."

"He was always brave in his actions. He always took upon himself the pain and suffering to allow others to not. Sadly his loved ones feel pain now at his lose."

"I tell you better mourning then mourned."

"Brother you can be such an Asshole."

The larger crow glares at the insult. "We both are. I wonder Which Future they shall choose now without his hand."

"I wish not to think upon it I am going to check on the lady and child." The smaller crow takes flight and returns to the New Home inside the English Manor/Asylum.

The larger crow sits on the wall surrounding the freehold. His eyes are cold and distant. "Radu can find shiny if his fate chooses." The bird flaps up and heads to the Mountain home of the Eshu to Watch for a while.

It was late, but I knew she was up. The worry of having people gunning for you could keep even the Nun awake. I called the Safe house to talk to her. I told her, that one of the guys just tried to jump me in my office. I told here not to worry that things were fine. I didn't tell I had killed for her. She seemed clamed, but let me know that this was not the only man, but only one of two. I prayed that this one was the Big One she had mentioned. Prayed also to ask God why a Nun would have two Skells on her shadow. God and me always had an odd relationship, never as good as it should have been. He was quick to punish me for my sins, always let me know it was my fault. After that horrible day in the church the one that took my dad away, I told him I'd be good and watch my Mom and little sister. A lot of things were given up, but I always fell back into the bottle. It was the only way I could live my monastic life. I worked and I sleep and I provided to the Ladies of my life. It was hell, at least I thought it was.

Mass drama was never my strong point. I wanted a quiet life, still do, but fate or my curse never seems to let me. Everytime I get to comfortable I lose someone. I lost mom and dad, then Wendy and Mikel, and today I nearly lost Gwen and Alexial. (While Erik muses he stands in Asgard and hammers away. He has been here for a year doing grunt work for Snorey back in the freehold only a normal work day had passed.) No one quite undstands what I have traded to give my mentor a few more days time. I had to give the same amount of time here, without the nectar from the cup. All the time I have spent between the worlds I believe I will be thirty when I finish here. I spend the time thinking about Alexial and How to craft the Gauntlet. I have made dozens of them now in practice, I have the technique down, but there is a huge difference between making a normal Gauntlet and Making a Treasure. I hear him laughing at me at the thought. Duncan knows how, but what will I have to do to get his help, what will I have to do to get Snorey's. Well it is time to go back to the Freehold I start to clean up and return things where they go. As I walk towards the door Snorey stops me. I don't understand the Grin on his face, or the cup in his hand. The gobelt is ornate and covered in rubies. He pours the continents upon my arms and the burns return. I had forgotten that I had them when I got here. "Don't think I don't love to see you nobles scream in pain. If I ever get my hands on that trickster Alexial I will so him true pain." As I walk through the node home I think of Holding Alexial nearly lifeless body in my arms while tricking Snorey to give him the healing fluids of the other cup. I show no emotion as I walk to Gwen's Closet. The one where the idea of her mom lives. I walk in and she looks at me. She knows what i need to do. She steps aside and Erik Screams all the pain and anger of the Past couple of days or years shake through the freehold Erik's body heaves around as he bashes the heavy stone walls. As the crumple and shatter against him the Freehold repairs itslef. Erik crashes to the floor cut, bruised and burned. The tears roll down his face as Wendy comes to console him. An hour later he stands the Armour healing his wounds all but the burns he cleans his face and walks out as noble as his nature allows. Orestes waits on the other side of the door. "Sir Erik, I would hope you would refrain from attacking the building." I look back at him and my insides scream through in my eyes. I then take a deep breath. "When I stop losing Fathers and loved ones I will stop hitting walls." The Majestic Centaur says nothing and his warrior nature seems to understand. I walk down the hall into the dining room. "GWEN, oh there you are you little sneak." The laughter rises through the freehold as the two play. Orestes' wipes a single tear from his face before walking to see his old master Alexial and Sits at his side to watch him sleep. "You will be missed sir, you will be missed."

All that work wasted. I spent all that time crafting the treasure for Meilge for him to smile and toss it in the stake. A cloak that could save his court from winter collecting dust. The cloak shifts to Wings of stained glass, and the Feathers produce six glamour a day. All that time and he doesn't even care. Well, I guess that is the life of a Dougal making things to help and having them ignored for the flash of others. Perhaps he would have prefered a shiny pair of roller skates. I think upon the aide such an item could have on the people of my own community and how it wastes away in the storage lookers with countless other treasures.

Then the dragon comes to mind. I have to ask Sione for aide in this situation. I am not sure how to do this without seeming greedy.

OOC:

So I was all worried about the shift, but it seems like only a few things have changed. Some Merits are now lump sum. Languages are 2xp per instead of three levels, either you know it or you dont. Fighting Merits have been simplified and made a little less powerful, big deal at least they are gimped equally for everyone so you should still be equally bad ass. I can't say anything so far looks that horrible. I hope it doesn't jump out and bite me.

ooc: I am playing with some thoughts on characters these are just sketches.

The smoke moves lazy into the air. I flip the cards out and look at this new tale. I have felt a pull for days now and wonder where we shall head next. My partner is out "Hunting" down his dinner while I watch our den. Some den this is some shitty motel on Ole Route 66. I grow tired of the stench of this place. I love my cigs, but the stale smell they leave makes me want to hold my breath. I crush the pack and toss them twenty feet to the overflowing trash bin. I quit for the twenty-ninth time in my life. I think this time it will last longer then a couple of years. I strech and listen as my spine pops in and out of place. I procede to run the walls, literally. The cinder blocks hold as I run into flips off of them. I don't know why, but I love that Jackie Chan kid. I have followed his career for a couple of decades now. I once thought of embracing him for a sidekick like Kato, but I thought better of it. Instead I practice his moves, improve them, add my special strength, and play the sidekick myself. That is what the cards said to do. I should be safe as long as they don't know about me. Play down the power, forget the past, lose the name.

My office was thick with my cigarette smoke and my right eye was swollen shut. I had had the hardest fight of my life with my former client and somehow in some fucked up way I'd killed him. I checked the pulse three times to make sure. All this for a Dame of the Cloth. Why did he want her dead, why did he hire me to find her. What did she know that he didn't want anyone else to know. The rye whiskey has stopped burning so I know I am nearly gone. I look at the body with my service cuffs binding his arms unnaturally behind his back. They saved my life those heavy bastards.


I think back to how it all went down. I had called to tell him I couldn't find the Girl which is true the only person I found was Sister Mary Elizabeth. A couple days later I was entering the office and the light swith clicked with no response. I remember thinking I had forgotten the Electric bill, but I don't forget anything. I slid my hand into my back pocket and wrapped my fingers around the cuffs. I then reached with my right to get my piece and much to my expections a hand grabbed me and throw me into the room. The door and the light closed behind me. Luck for me I knew the room much better then this shit could. I was laying next to my desk and my special drawer. I thought about How bad I wanted a drink from it's bounty, but first things were first. I heard the man rushing towards me in the dark and I gave him the old college try right across his jaw eith the cuffs. The punch sent him into the couch. Luching forward I hooked the first hoop of the cuffs on. He was mine from then on. I was bigger and stronger then this skel and I used him like a yo-yo. When I heard his arm break I thought it would be over, but the bastard hit me like a Mack truck. I flew against the desk again. My grip on the cuffs was gone, but that left arm of his was useless now. Then the thought hit me. I slid over the top of my desk and jerked the drawer open. I grabbed the first bottle my fingers touched. I jumped up on the desk and bolted down on the cussing curr. The bottle shattered on his face and I jabbed the rest of it into his gut. He should have been down, but no he keep a swinging. My ribs gave to his next folley of blows to my midsection. Then he started to pin me down and then the Sodamite tried to latch onto my neck. My hands went wild and I found the power cord to my lamp. I jerked it free and stabbed it towards his face. Not sure which was worse the Electricty or the bourbon burning on him. I did my civilian duty and put him out with the coffee table. I then cuffed his hands together, but it was pointless the man was dead and suprisingly cold to the touch. He was dead. I went to my chair closed the blinds and set to trying to figure it all out.

to be continued

For most of my unnatural existence I saw the world like few others, trapped on the bottom of the ocean. At times while I was there I felt like I was trapped in Hell, but now that I have returned to the world of man I know what Hell is. I never thought of life as being so cruel and In my line of work that's rare. Now I am live among the cruelist elements. I am no longer a man, but a demon trapped to walk the nights feeding on others. Lucky for me, I know the touch of God. I will use this curse for his work and maybe my purgatory will end.

I try to walk with my Lord in every move I take, but it is different now. I find myself killing and worse thoughts enter my mind. I have to bind the beast that rides inside of me to not allow myself to live throught him. Last night was a living nightmare. We gathered to allow Lane to annouce his Princedom, a move I worry about, but at least the council will stand to help balance him. The first act of his new Reign was to punish a former Prince of the area for crimes against the Masquerade. I give Lane the argeement that Black Wolf was wrong for Killing a human on his territory, hell killing one on any territory without justification, but I felt bad about the punishment. I felt his death could have been better done. The kindest thing I could do was use my gun instead of my claws. When he feel in torpor I tried to get Lane to reconsider, but the Father Del Toro had already acted. Before to long the other shoe dropped.

Apparently Elizabeth a young girl, of whom I am a friend of had been brutally assaulted by a Coven being lead by a woman named Lillian. As you may have guessed this pissed me off. Worse yet I believe another member in this mess is Bishop of my faith is also leading a Coven and betrayed his own Family the Shepherds(three spellings take your pick). The Shepherds have helped me on a couple of things and No child deserves what happened to Elizabeth, plus I hate this Lillian bitch already for desecrating one of my Churches, so war has been declared. Father Batistta have given his blessing and my actions are free, for now I am a Demon working for God.

So your little girl wants the pony and you think, "I'm a good caretaker I can provide a pony" then you realize a pony takes a lot out of you. There is the feeding and the gooming stable costs and worst of all the shit you have to clean up. Well, imagine my situation. I have the honor of caring for my darling niece a 5 year old Redcap and her pony is a Dragon. Now with the item being so rare I thought I would never have an oppurtunity to get her one and she'll grow up happy with a fantasy of what life with a dragon could be. All I have to say now is damn the Goblin Market. So I got her a baby dragon and it is wee and cute the size of a German Shepherd. Then my Baroness tells her the dragon can not sleep in the free hold with us. This is all Jim dandy except I need to stay in a freehold or my Sidhe blood boils with Banality. It's not that bad, but winter has not been as kind to me and mine as it has to others. So I have had my Crows watch over the young dragon a task they are not overly pleased with. I suppose I will have to bite the bullet and talk to Sione. Wish me luck world I will need it.

I have decided to split my real life and my Gaming life into two Journals.


This will remain my Game world.

If I could get the people with personal journals to unsubscribe from this page and resubscribe to user name greylines . I would be very happy. Thanks

I always knew that Xavier would go first and I knew that one day I would have to talk to Gwen about what is happening. I never expected it to happen this way. For a man who constantly talked about the lore of the troll to fade away in this manner. I feared he must of started to slip into the forgetting. It is the only way I can explain what happened. Why didn't he listen to my warning. I am not sure if I should be angry with him or the Dreaming for not allowing me to help him. I try to help as many people as I can and keep myself busy. He hasn't even tried to contact us since the night I meet with. I had to go to his house while he was sleeping, just to find a moment to talk to him and he accused me of being an assasian. Just imagine if the Baron had went by himself or worse with Heirophant to confront him. I fear the beast that has been in the thoughts of our dreamers has somehow infected him. I have to hid my tears from Gwen. I don't know exactly what she is thinking, poor kid has been a little out of it since we had to Fight the Rebels. She took a lot of Banality almost as much as I Did. I could Feel the cold fingers grabbing my soul. It truly is a miracle that I remain a wilder and not a gray beard. When I try to go to his home I sadly get lost even though I have been there countless times and even My crows seem unable to find him. I Assume he still lives and hope he is on a quest to right this wrong, but I fear the time has come, and I must tell Gwen.

You are Form 4, Gargoyle: The Fallen.

"And The Gargoyle mended his wings from the
blood of the fallen so he could rise up from
imprisonment. With great speed and
resourcefulness, Gargoyle made the world his
for the taking."

Some examples of the Gargoyle Form are Daedalus
(Greek) and Mary Magdalene (Christian).
The Gargoyle is associated with the concept of
success, the number 4, and the element of wood.
His sign is the new moon.

As a member of Form 4, you are a creative and
resourceful individual. You are always
thinking of possible solutions to problems you
face and you generally choose one that is
right. Much of your success comes from your
ability to look at things a little differently
than everyone else. Gargoyles are the best
friends to have because they don't always take
things for face value.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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I'm going insane, No Proboards, shudder, nothing to do, crazy crazy crazy, lord deliver me from this evil.

I have finish my job for The High Duchess and hope she is satisfied with the work. I have also moved into the Eyrie. That just leaves two things on the to do list. One I am looking forward to very much the other I fear with my whole being. I am afraid of this Final mission for my Baron and my First for my new Baroness. I will still serve Alexial in all but title. He is my Baron even if he is not recognized as one. He has asked me to swear to Sione and so I have. He asks me to serve and be loyal to her and so I will. Duncan is having a fieldday with it, but that is why I have control. I need this mission to go well, and because I need it to means everything will go wrong.

Onto the happier subject, Xantha. Everything seems to be going well and I think I am doing my job at keeping her happy. She is always calling herself an imperfect craftswoman. Well I have decided to show her how imperfection leads to the greatest beauty. I have ordered a Ring of Platnium with a setting of a Green Diamond Solitaire. The little imperfection that gives it the color makes them extremly rare and very valuable. I hope she likes it.

Nothing like fifty years of hell to make a man think. When I thought I had lost everyone I almost gave up. Then my greatest enemy became an ally. Duncan, the sidhe who took over my body. From what I understand I shouldn't exist. Duncan should have control of this body and Erik should be dead. Why am I in control. How did it happen that I am my own man when Duncan is trapped to ride in the background.

I have a lot on my plate as of right now. First of all I Have to finish my work for the High King's Celebration. I plan on going south as soon as possible, perhaps Xantha and Gwen will come as well. I know I could use the help, and I missed them so while I was away. After that I have the mission Baron Tearanel wants me to look into. Luckily a local matter this time. Then there is the move. I now see the advantage of the freehold. I have decided to move in, and I want Xantha to move with me. Before I can do that I have one more thing to do. I need to make her an Honest woman as Alexial would say. I love her and wish to spend my life with her. I wonder if Gwen is ready for an actual Uncle Mommy, or if Xantha is ready for it as well.

On another happy note, I have learned to truly value my new Friends. I believe I will see about building them a Rookery.

He laughs at my pain, my lose. I croak out words of reply, but they are empty to him. Then Duncan decides to start talking. Just what I fucking need a back seat driver telling me I'm a Sidhe. The pisser of it all is the little voice is right. I decide to listen again, not to shut him out, perhaps he can help me.

I stand and muster all my remaining stregth. "Any debt that was owed is paid in full your city is rebuilt and you will be happy with it."

He flares with anger and screams at me he draws out his cursed spear. I feel my harness pull me starting to drag me, But I stop it. "I command you off of me." The harness shakes and then falls to the ground. I see the anger in the old man face the spear being aimed upon me. "I command you onto your new wearer." The harness leaps around Odin or atleast this dream of Odin binding him. Then all I have to do is say "Plow", and the former master becomes the slave. After his body is forced into the labor I had done, I stumble out of the golden hall.

"Let me help you."

"I can still drive this heap of a body"

"You don't know were your going I do."

"Then Tell me where it is, instead of trying to take control."

I march forward fighting against this voice. He guides me to where we need to go. First he leads me to a Hollowed tree were I found his lost bracers. They give me the stregth to stand fully again, but I still feel the icy grip of age upon my shoulders. Then we head to the Dwaves. He says to ask for Snory a fine craftsman. It turns out he is the one who made my harness. After angry words, and nasty riddles I have found a way with snory. He Crafts a mighty treasure for me, a cup that restored my youth, and showed me a way to return home. I make arrangements to return for lessons of his trade, and start to depart. THen the crow boys land. Being a dumbass as I am I insult the one, but feel my stupidity soon. They tell me that I have turned their master into a slave so they with serve me until they find one more deserving. I lend them my shoulders and try to hold them straight for them. I step into the glass portal and...

And so I toiled and worked for the tyrant that used to be a noble king. His anger and hate burning into my back stronger then whips. First he sent me to the dwarves. There I was fitted for a harnass so strong it would never leave me unless He deemed it off. I saw the wonders that the dwarves created and marveled at the level of craftsmanship. After I left the caves in which dwell the dwarven artisans, I was placed to work moving rumble and boulders from the fields and streets. The evidence of the great battle was all around me. What was to large for me to move was smashed by His might. He always watched me and seemed sometimes as if he was lost in another time. Did the old man dream that I was his son or was he just starting to loose his other eye. I never questioned his demands something inside me told me this is what needed to be done, that it was my responsibility. I had recently learned to stand tall and not to run. I miss my own family thou and at night I feel as if my life is spinning away from me. The other day I was plowing the fields near a brook, and by plowing I mean that I was the mule. He allowed me to stop for a drink and in the stream I saw my face. I quickly stumbled back from the water. I jerked around and looked towards him. He was laughing at me, Laughing. My face was old now and my beard had lost it's fire. It looked like the snow that falls back home, if the snow still falls there. I was old, how log have I been in this land? I felt the burn of his gaze upon me, and I returned to work. My head held a little lower, my spirits near broken.

That evening in my hours of rest I looked at my positions. The gummy worms had long turned hard and Petrified and my papers were yellowed with age. I Pulled out one of my glass globes, pondering if it would do what I wanted. My voice was wavering from years of unuse, but I tried with all my inner might. "find my gwen, Find My Gwen, FIND MY GWEN" From the whispers to the screams I canted over and over, and as the sun rose on my now sleepless night the Glass finally started to move. At this point my voice was only a lost croak, but I chanted. Blood from my chapped lips and raw tongue filled my mouth. With the last bit of spite I could must rallying my voice from some lost bastion of strength a voice that rattled the halls of nearly restored Asgard. "GODS BE DAMNED, FIND MY GWEN", with this I spit the blood from my mouth at the ball and in my anger crushed the thick glass. I feel in a heap upon the floor tears streaming from my face at the lose I must have endured, my Gwen must be gone or the wisp would have went to her. The shards of glass stuck through my meaty palms, but I laid and wept for my Princess. I had failed again. I know that He was there, but screw him I give up, he has won, I was dead from her on out. If my body moved it would be just a husk. I closed my eyes and slipped away.