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| 1. | It's All Smoke and Mirrors.
Posted by Marlena on 5/19/2006 8:40:37 PM
((I hate it when RL things mean I have to log off in the middle of events and RP. It happens a lot, so I've tried to learn to make do. Yet sometimes - most times - it means I'm stuck somewhere... unexpected. And dramatic! You can tell because of all of the '...' I use.))
The story begins...
"Pear juice. Rations. Half-bottle of rum. Camp fire gear. Bat heart... oh, ew! I still have this thing? Gross. At least its dried out...
"Okay, um. ... |
| 2. | Re: A Beautiful Mind is a Terrible Thing to, um... Something.
Posted by Marlena on 5/20/2006 7:43:16 PM
((The best stories come out of the unexpected. In this case, what begins as a real-life enforced log-out spirals ever-downward into a domino-effect of bad timing, poor judgement and pre-scripted NPC's. It's beautiful tragedies like this that prevent me from playing evil characters, most of the time: I don't need to torment my poor avatar. The server will do it for me. Enjoy!))
Port Royal.
The queen’s herald passes by without the music shop, pronouncing the hour ... |
| 3. | The Problem of Midor, My Door, My Door.
Posted by Marlena on 5/26/2006 12:45:59 AM
((Jumping ahead, ‘cause I gets me an idear an’ I’s just gotta goes wit’ it.))
Orsk was gone. Hours ago, maybe, but time had lost all meaning approximately ten rums ago. The Cutlasses wasn’t the best tavern in Port Royal, but it wasn’t the worst (that honor belonged to the Black Pearl, in Karli’s opinion). Oliver was still bemoaning the loss of pies, and the serving girl continued on her rounds as her voluptuous, used body jiggled ominously. Karlina Goodfellow, soon-to-be-famous ... |
| 4. | Re: A Beautiful Mind is a Terrible Thing to, um... Something.
Posted by Marlena on 6/1/2006 1:09:37 AM
Let’s see, now…
Lucky. Lucius. Um. Ducky? Plucky? Fu-… no, no, no…
Karli giggled with a flush of guilty pleasure, but the thought was brief and uninspiring to say the least. She plucked another morsel from the remains of the dried-out muffin set on her knee before leaning back, once more, against the wall of the Four Winds Inn. Her guitar was awaiting instruction at her breast, but all she could manage were random, melodious strings of input that wandered ... |
| 5. | A Song for Lucius Edmonds.
Posted by Marlena on 6/1/2006 1:12:50 AM
Lucky, in love,
or just lucky instead?
Who is it that made all those thorns that you shed?
No solace to you can I offer, my friend.
I can’t understand, or ever comprehend
Your life, made weary by a mind taken to task.
You’re ignoring the mirror to favor the mask.
Is it any wonder that the strange mysteries
Behind his own face is all that he sees?
Divined in the patterns of his footsteps going
Across planes of rhythms, strange and ... |
| 6. | Bottoms Up in Brandibuck!
Posted by Marlena on 6/4/2006 8:43:21 PM
Bottoms Up, in Brandibuck!
When you’re feeling low and weary,
Or just down on your luck
Then follow me
And soon you’ll be
Bottoms up in Brandibuck!
If you want to see the sunshine
Or just escape the ruck,
Just hop a horse
Or ox, of course,
And get to Brandibuck!
You can bask in endless sunshine!
Or dance at Swiftfoot Hall!
If fun and revelry’s your wish
This is your port of call!
You can smoke ... |
| 7. | "I Need a Hero!"
Posted by Marlena on 6/5/2006 7:31:25 PM
Men were a problem. They were THE problem in Karli’s life, at least as far as she was concerned. Starting with her father, working around through her cousins, and back again toward every male that had ever hovered circles around her with romantic or lustful intentions, vultures waiting the death of the bard’s self-interest for their chance to feast. Every one of them unworthy of her, and every one of them angry at her about it.
As though it was *her* fault! As though Karli was ... |
| 8. | An Unexpected A Chord.
Posted by Marlena on 6/9/2006 11:34:18 PM
Part One.
Magic, like anything else in life, is something different for everyone. It comes in all forms and contexts, means and reasons.
Wizards seek out knowledge, and by knowing, they have power over what they know. The magic of Mind.
Sorcerers are energy conduits, and attract power to them like magnets attract iron filings. The magic of Heart.
Priests channel the power of their gods, which power made strong according to ... |
| 9. | An Unexpected A Chord.
Posted by Marlena on 6/11/2006 9:25:16 PM
Part 2.
Karli…
Heavy. She was heavy. She could feel every cell, every hair on her skin, every twitch of her eyes as they flashed. The pressing reality of things was doing just that: pressing. The light was singing, singing so loud it nearly deafened her thoughts.
…no use to me!...worthless, stupid girl…
Nearly.
Then the veil peeled away; the potion dispersed, sinking in through the lining of her ... |
| 10. | An Unexpected A Chord.
Posted by Marlena on 6/23/2006 4:36:46 PM
Part 3
When will you learn...
Cedrych von Maistlyn. Something about the name was both intimidating and comforting, and the man himself seems just a riddled with contradictions. Eyes bright as sunspots, and beautiful as gems. But like the shimmering lagoon beyond Brandibuck they reflect shallow depths of crystal clarity. Shallow, because he's a paladin. A knight. A knight in shining... shining...
... okay, dun colored leather. With ... |
| 11. | Re: An Unexpected A Chord.
Posted by Marlena on 6/25/2006 12:43:02 AM
Part 3 continued...
Age 15...
"Stop fidgeting!" Nanny tugged violently on the thick strings of the corset, cinching Karli's slendor waist to anorexic proportions and exaggerating her hourglass figure. Karli's ribs groaned within, bruising at the abuse as she inhaled... and inhaled...
"...'can't breathe..."
"You don't be needin' ta breathe, girl, just be your beautiful self!" Nanny's voice ... |
| 12. | Re: An Unexpected A Chord.
Posted by Marlena on 6/29/2006 8:05:01 PM
Part Four
Back then.
“Well, it sounds ya got it down right, then,” Nanny fluttered, returning to Karli to primp at whatever invisible details remained. It was her nerves. Age had set into Nanny harshly, and arthritis bent her fingers nearly sideways, like tall grass blown by the wind. Still, no one knew feminine ways like Nanny, and her work on Karli’s hair was admittedly her best job yet. Of course, nothing else would do. Not for this. ... |
| 13. | Interlude in Icy Vale
Posted by Marlena on 6/30/2006 4:13:24 PM
Fast forward.
"How do they carry these gorram things?" Wil grunted, his body tense with effort. Karli pushed upward from the botom, her booted feet sinking into the ice-crusted snow.
"Beats me! And on one arm! Rose has...nngh!... one...ah, (*bleep!*), wait, I'm kind of slipping..."
"Don't stop pushing! I can't hold it! Come on; we're almost at the top!" Wil encouraged, grinning down at his young companion. ... |
| 14. | An Unexpected A Chord
Posted by Marlena on 7/3/2006 10:58:02 PM
Part Five.
The trouble with the trouble in Midor was that, in Karli’s ill-informed-but-probably-correct opinion, no one could quite tell what the trouble was.
There was Vidius Kahn of course and he was Trouble with a capital-T, but it’s not as though he worked in a vacuum. His every word was hailed, and his policies welcomed. The Midorian people were not, after all, known for their anarchistic tendencies.
There were the Righteous Swords, and ... |
| 15. | Break for a Musical Number.
Posted by Marlena on 7/12/2006 7:46:26 PM
A song about dawn. That was it. Of all the topics in the world, it was one of the most beautiful and one of the most overdone. No one ever got it quite right, and Karli didn't think she would, either. Some thing couldn't be put into words, you know. But Natalyia had more than paid for it, and Karli was eager to find something new for inspiration.
Lately, everything in life had been distracting, and music had been sitting on the back burner, turning into a reduced sludge, like ... |
| 16. | Break for a Musical Number - The Remix
Posted by Marlena on 7/13/2006 1:33:03 AM
She'd intended on working it into the play, somehow. After all, it was all the same subject matter, although how *much* it mattered anymore was up for debate. Midor had transmuted from cancerous desease to unsightly mole in the passing months. The xenophobia and isolation had remained contained, and no one seemed to miss the paladins. No one knew what they did for the world but the bards, Karli supposed. That was part of a bard's job: to remember the stories. In the stories, the paladins ... |
| 17. | An Unexpected A Chord
Posted by Marlena on 7/21/2006 2:50:49 PM
Part Six.
The woods are dark. A fog lays still and skulking as morass upon the fern-littered floor. The darkness is filled with the ever present skree-skree of tree frogs, crickets and skittering things. Sometimes, a strange grawl of the hunt will burble through the black, its origins unknown. Goblins are in the trees, on the ground, amid the roots; and their fire - they roast something foul. From a distance, they hear the approach of heavy feet, ... |
| 18. | Interludes: Song for a Paladin.
Posted by Marlena on 7/26/2006 5:16:33 PM
Very recently....
On the ox-cart ride to Port Royal, thoughts are bound to stray and coalesce, find hiding and refuge in day dreams or swirl into meaningless babble that synchopate the slow rhythm of the ox's hoove. For Karli, it was a time to reflect. Literally. The time it took to get from Buckshire to Port Royal was just the right amount of time to fix up her face.
Karli couldn't say she particularly liked Lucius. There was something about him that was ... |
| 19. | An Unexpected A Chord - Part 7
Posted by Marlena on 7/31/2006 5:56:34 PM
Back then…
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Well, not exactly a princess. Maybe, at one time in the long distant past, before she was born, someone in her family might have been a princess if certain people had died first, but nowadays, the family wasn’t much more than a memory of nobility and the dream of dead ambitions. But this princess was still beautiful, as had been her mother before her, though she was very lonely. Her father was a middle-man of ... |
| 20. | The Midoran Job
Posted by Marlena on 8/10/2006 3:02:19 PM
Part One
My name is Goodfellow. Karli Goodfellow. I’m an actress, and I have a destiny. That destiny? Greatness!
Well, okay, granted I’m already pretty great. I mean, seriously, do you know how fabulous I am? The rarity of my beauty, the expansive expansioniveness of my creative vision and the, you know, the rest of it, *all* of that in one approachably generous and friendly package is just… well, you see where I’m going with this. You may never know how ... |
| 21. | And These Days.
Posted by Marlena on 8/25/2006 10:47:40 PM
And These Days.
Haven was grey, small, claustrophobic and boring. When it wasn't raining, it felt it ought to be just for the sake of the mood. Haven was dreary, and the constant steam rising from the volcano clouded the distance until it couldn't be seen, and all the world seemed to comprise of rock, moss, and paladins. It was depressing.
Her first thought after disembarking, as the thrill of flight drained before the ominous sobriety of the ... |
| 22. | Th-th-that's All, Folks
Posted by Marlena on 8/28/2006 3:23:21 PM
((I usually don't bother, but I'll do so in this case...
OOC Disclaimer: There are precisely four characters who have knowledge of the details of the beginning of the Midor Play, and they are Karli, Wilem, Terrance The Beholder, and Jessup. Anyone else will have to be told or shown by those individuals. All rights reserved, blah blah.))
It was done. It was delivered. Jessup had his play and maybe he'd put it on and maybe he wouldn't. What was once ... |
| 23. | An Unexpected A Chord, Part Eight
Posted by Marlena on 9/2/2006 6:17:08 PM
Once upon a time...
Magic, like anything else in life, is something different for everyone. It comes in all forms and contexts, means and reasons.
One of the most common, least known yet most powerful is music.
It was everywhere. It was everything. It was in everything! The dying grass by her nose. The swirling, spinning stars that canopied the city outskirts. The pine trees moaning as they shifted slow in the ... |
| 24. | Aftermath.
Posted by Marlena on 9/6/2006 8:17:54 PM
The trial was over. She hadn't been there for the end, but she'd sat through the beginning.
Dana was dead. Opie wasn’t. That was the way people had wanted it, for the most part. That was the way that was fair. Well, as fair as life could get in circumstances like this, anyway.
Karli had found a good and trustworthy and surprisingly deep friend in Alyssa, the once-Naruthian. She knew the red-haired priestess would be Naruthian again if she could – not for the sake of ... |
| 25. | The Job in Midor: Part 2
Posted by Marlena on 9/10/2006 2:45:01 PM
The idea was your basic Switch Bait, but with, like, a hundred times the danger involved. How could I say no? The gnome told me he had the connections, and he certainly had the motivation – having a seven foot freaky old orcish crime-boss with two kama’s at your ears will motivate anyone to acts of genius. So Brodie filled me in on the details while we went over to Aramani’s to situate this totally fabulous dress, and seriously, if I had known that going into scams was this fun and ... |
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