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Notes from a Tatterd Pad.
Posted: 16 Dec 2006 04:24 AM |
((these notes are writen haphazard. In a fine hand))
I am Renfield.
This Dream in which I am a raven intriges me. I wish it were reality and this life I cant remember were the dream...perhaps it is and that is why I cannot remember the past. That cant be why would a bird dream such a dream.
((bits of paper with names written on them and drawings of people beside them))
Sylune' , Josphine, Shard, Rosen, Salt, The Mad Kight, Ophlia, Bidee, Tristan, Mikeal, The man in red, A dangerous cold lady.
Icy Vale is Won(Word scribbled out) Terrible!
An assasin was sent after me. Who would want to kill me? I wish I could remember.
The Mad Knight of Port Royal threw my day for a loop and insulted me. Dwarf indeed as if I could be such a homely sort. |
Quoth the raven "nevermore" |
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Re: Notes from a Tatterd Pad.
Posted: 17 Dec 2006 04:53 AM |
I am still Renfield
I found a small grotto today I have set up as a temporay home till someone comes and removes me from it. What a great find it is a quite place in the middle of nature not far from that crazy port city where many seem to gather.
Nothing grand has happend lately I ran bidee and we went "down" as she would say found some snakes and trolothings but befor we found anything worth while Bidee remembered she had a prior egagement and took her leave. On the way out of the mines I ran into a snakehaired lady who was none to pleased to be disturbed. Later on my way to rest at the grotto I ran into that Shard fellow and as he seems to be a well traveled fellow asked him if he could identify some items I could not. He did much to my relief. I bid shard farwell and went about my bussiness. With knowledge of my items I was able to barter a better price for them although my normal merchat Zig could not afford to puchase all my items so I had to make a trip to buckshire trading post.
(Zig had some lovely decorations put up I wonder what the occasion was. I forgot to ask). On my way to the post I passed Jo chasing someone but, I was too ingrossed in my own affairs to stop and see what was going on I bid her good day and moved on.
Outside of that nothing of note happed I did have a bit much to drink at the Broken Mask and ended up doing the waltz with Pork at one point(*shudders*).
I also seem to not be losing any of my new memories. Just cant remember my past but Ill keep making notes just in case I wake up one day to find Ive forgotten all over again. |
Quoth the raven "nevermore" |
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Re: Notes from a Tatterd Pad.
Posted: 27 Dec 2006 06:08 PM |
A rememberance.
I have remembered something the memory was triggered when I woke up In a halfing's retreat after being mauled by a bear:
I drift in and out of sleep an elderly lady hovering over me. She is talking to me and giving me healing medicines. The place smells of moss oak and, lye. The lady speaks to me with the voice of a caring mother she calls me by some name that is not Renfield.
The memory then flashes foward a bit.
The Lady is cooking and we are discussing something about the life we live and being intune with nature. I respond saying, yelling rather "Its hard to be intune with nature when every time you walk out the door you get mauled by a bear!""Sometimes I hate the gods" (the last statement was said under my breath)
Then I came to or what ever it is you do when you come out of something like that when your allready awake. Im not sure how this will help me uncover my past but, its good to have memory even ones filled with such bitter emotion and resentment. |
Quoth the raven "nevermore" |
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