"The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief"

For thine is the kingdom..

Tuesday, August 28, 2007
10:12 PM

I came to Kyron as I always did. Cloaked and under the blanket of nightfall. When I arrived however, I found him pensive, withdrawn and detached. Most of all, conflicted. I soon realized why.

When the news came of Appanius' death at his order, it was both a relief and somber news to him. When his soldier informed him that the sons, the eldest, and the young boy, were also murdered, a vile transformation occured. He gut his man there on the floor. Infanticide was not his intent. It was not his order. The lives of those innocents avenged in the death of their murderer.

I had left the room. Moving beyond his parlor and into the bed chamber, sequestering myself behind the rich tapestry hung from the ceiling. The departed would be given a pyre fitting them. Still, the weight of the news hung heavy.

When all was silent, he returned to me.

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Ubar..my Ubar..

Monday, August 20, 2007
10:32 PM

I am not sure what inspired me. Perhaps it was a bout of loneliness. But on kajuralia I decided to attempt to make peace with the General. I packed a basket of brunch, and brought with me a gift. Though his men rarely seem pleased to see me, they are accustomed to my presence. I was let into the towers, and knocked on the door of his chamber.

He was surly. His bellows of "Go AWAY!" unheeded, I merely knocked louder. When he finally threw open the door, there I stood. Like little red riding hood, yet not so little, nor innocent in my black cloak and basket of food.

Kyron does not like kajuralia. He's not a sporting kind of fellow, like most men. For this reason, I did not gainsay his insistance on remaining indoors. It would have been disappointing, were some poor stupid girl to throw flour on him, and suffer for his lack of humor for the holiday.

We remained indoors. We fought. We forgave.

Something is beginning to change. And I fear it more than I do him.

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The Veil Lifts

Thursday, July 19, 2007
7:35 AM

I don't remember much, and I suppose there is some mercy in that. In the days that have passed, I have sequestered the betrayal in a dark place, left to be dealt with when I am stronger. What chemical lucidity is afforded me by the caste of physicians has allowed me to sleep dreamlessly.
I vaguely remember seeking him out, and the look upon Appanius' faces just before everything darkened. When I awoke the first time, in a haze of discomfort, it was Kyron that greeted me, "Get used to your surroundings. You will remain here until I deem otherwise." Under normal circumstances being held prisoner in a man's boudoir would evoke my ire, but at present it has been something of a relief. His men patrol the grounds, undoubtedly to keep me in. Though in that respect they also keep others out.
I have fostered the rumors of my demise, at least until I am no longer incapacitated, lest there be a sudden push from the outside to finish the job. Still, the night prior, I had grown cage restless. One of Kyron's cloaks stolen, I snuck out of the tower and tested my strength for a walk. A short one at that. I found the Poet upon Hesius' fountain, and sat to rest myself while speaking. He was pleased to see me alive, and gave me a honeyed water to sip. I've yet to figure out the Magistrate, but he ticks to a very peculiar tock I believe.
There was a fellow that lingered in the shadows. I could not make out who he was in the darkness, but something of him struck me familiar. After a time I returned back to my lavish cell. With luck neither Appanius nor Kyron were aware of my disappearance, as brief as it was. The General has already threatened me once with restraints, and I fear my father's curse should he follow through.

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Because you wanted to know...

Who are you?

Erin, or Kaige if you like. I'm sure I'm called a number of other incongruous monikers as well that I'm not yet privy to.

So I was told..

I know. I'm sure you've been told, warned, advised, and possibly even threatened. I get the logs. Make your own judgements.

Um..what's with the kids?

I was not consulted in the munning of Nashoti and Sahara. Such SLs are (regardless of the state of the characters) joint between the two muns that created them. It was my request they remain NPC or at least to be included on the decision when they were munned. I was not. In fact I was told I had no right to be included in the decision. I was not even given the consideration of being notified. As such, anyone playing Nashoti and Sahara are not welcome, not authorized, and not acknowledged. Nor are they authorized to use the Vinquient SL in any way, shape or form in their play. Other than that, I have no comment on them.

So I have this slave..

Savana does not take on munned personal slaves. I don't have the time to devote to them, and because I do not believe in taking on a slave and not playing with it, all her chattel are NPC. If you would like to bring your slave into the Resurrection SL however, there are a number of avenues to do so, including being owned by the Rabid Sleen or the Strega Inn.

Do you only play PR?

Absolutely not. I play equally in both.

What does the Paparazzi thing mean in your profile?

Gorean paparazzi are the people that follow you room to room, sit and log your play hoping and praying to find something unflattering to share with others. They post about you in online rag mags, gossip heatedly about your life and your actions, photoshop pictures in an attempt to slander, etc. If you have people that behave like this around you, you have paparazzi. They take stalker to a whole new level of creepy.

How do I get a Resurrection or Paparazzi tag for my profile?

Just email and ask. I usually hand them out. There's nothing exclusive about them.

Can I use your map?

Sure. Just don't alter it please. If you want your house/shop/whatever added, ask me and I'll add it for you.

Will you help me create a new BC/Port Kar/Land of Misfit Toys/Random SL..

Most of my time is taken up by the story lines I have here. Since I don't like to half-ass my endeavors, I am not taking on other ventures at this point. Thanks for asking though.

How do I get the chance to play with you?

I am easy to play with. Just show up to a room where I'm playing.

Why do you block me?

If you are blocked, it's because I don't like you. A lot. Chances are however if you're blocked you know why. I am generally a forgiving person. I am not however a putz.

Will you help me with my pharmacokinetics/nursing/organic chemistry?

I am amazed how often I get asked this stuff. Go to class! Email your professor. I graduated, I don't want to do anymore home work. Would you?

I'm gonna gitcha!!

Take a number and get in line with the rest of the gun slingers looking to make a name for themselves.

So&So snuck into your SL!

Yes, I know. I know who everyone is in this story line. Whether or not they are honest. Just because I haven't called them out, doesn't mean I don't know. It either means I don't care, or I'm giving them a chance to prove they can be here or give me a reason to put their head on a pike. Which yellow brick road they choose is up to them.

You denied me entrance to the story line! Oh..Em..GEE!

Yup. I believe they call that karma. Though contrary to popular belief, it's not just because I don't like you. There's people in the SL I don't like. Being my BFF is not one of the requirements to play. If you are denied entrance into the Resurrection, it is because every SL you enter, you destroy. Many times intentionally. Every group you play with, you break up with your divisive and unstable behavior. Call it playing God. Call it tyranical. Call it creative cleansing. Call it whatever you want..just do it over there somewhere.

"I heard you're dead! [Insert lame ghost comment here in hopes of coming across edgy, cool and sarcastic, etc.]"

Strange Lifetime channel movie agendas aside..the information used to call the hunt against Savana was gained out of character. Completely. The "crime" was part of a story line that was being put on by the Resurrection. Said party(ies) were invited to play, to learn things in character. Said party(ies) opted not to. I do not accept blurring. Reading my journal, or lurking in a room and logging is not a valid means for gaining information for a hunt in my world. Nor is the excuse "He'd just know". If you disagree, I don't much give a crap. The scene ended with Savana losing consciousness. At which point I played the hit as grievous, though not lethal. That, in my opinion, was far more considerate than was deserved.

You will not bully me. No amount of snarky profiles, thought-jibes, lies, mind games, and threats to the people I play with, is going to change that. It doesn't hurt my feelings. And I assure you, I am hardly crying alone into my tea cup in an empty room every night. I'm not hurting for play. I'm not forlorn that you do not acknowledge me. I don't need your approval. So the next time you go to the Anti-Kaige Club for Pasta Night, you might let the rest of the legion know.

I made a far better ally than I do an enemy.

I HATE him/her/it! I demand you do something about it!

I don't want involved in your squabbles. No I will not remove people from the SL just because you don't like them out of character. I don't remove people I don't like, what in the world makes you think I'm going to boot people you don't like? Sucking up to me won't give you leverage. Neither will blatant attempts to throw what you perceive as "your weight" around. More likely you'll throw yourself overboard. The rules apply to everyone. I am a lot of terrible things, but a hypocrite is not one of them. :)