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The Great Hunt
Saturday, 21 June 2014 23:00It took us a while to make it back, the pathways between the umbral onion layers often being bizarre and complicated, but it was a safe trip back none the less. I separated from my cousin to go unpack in my new den, and barely caught any sleep before I had to be up and ready to go for the Great Hunt.
This year is about the most unprepared I’ve ever been. No talens, no fetishes, no silver dedicated. I could have asked Nersarta to help with making one, but even though he’d agree, I don’t think I’d ever ask him. Not unless the caern was on fire. And worse, my spirit is feeling taxed from the many bribes I’ve been making, and the wounds on my flank hadn’t healed. But someone has to go lead the Great Hunt, and if Fire Dancer is staying back to just guard…
( Meeting briefly with Dagny )
( The Hunt )
( Connections galore )
On the way out, I felt someone try to give me the urge to gather up one of the collars. And then again - not a coincidence. Nice try, Tail-Eater, but I’ve got some armour on my mind now. I’m writing this off as an innocent, obvious means of telling me he wanted it - a sort of messaging system, and not him trying to traipse around my brain clumsily.
I sent a message back to him that we should meet, and then settled in to rest in my retreat. Contact with the Nothing produced a series of nightmares that were almost a welcome respite from the normal ones about burning in flux. At least I have some variety in my horror.
This year is about the most unprepared I’ve ever been. No talens, no fetishes, no silver dedicated. I could have asked Nersarta to help with making one, but even though he’d agree, I don’t think I’d ever ask him. Not unless the caern was on fire. And worse, my spirit is feeling taxed from the many bribes I’ve been making, and the wounds on my flank hadn’t healed. But someone has to go lead the Great Hunt, and if Fire Dancer is staying back to just guard…
( Meeting briefly with Dagny )
( The Hunt )
( Connections galore )
On the way out, I felt someone try to give me the urge to gather up one of the collars. And then again - not a coincidence. Nice try, Tail-Eater, but I’ve got some armour on my mind now. I’m writing this off as an innocent, obvious means of telling me he wanted it - a sort of messaging system, and not him trying to traipse around my brain clumsily.
I sent a message back to him that we should meet, and then settled in to rest in my retreat. Contact with the Nothing produced a series of nightmares that were almost a welcome respite from the normal ones about burning in flux. At least I have some variety in my horror.
Exhaustion setting in
Sunday, 8 June 2014 23:00I spent the day going over things, thinking of different ways to investigate the Fenrir’s problem, while I fished. I divided the potential causes up into several groups, including health causes, hexes, spirit possession, wyrm taint, and evil magics. The number of different things that could be wrong with her body is staggering, on top of what I know from the memories of Alec St. Jean. Dr. Alec. There’s something that hadn’t thought on for a long time. I wonder how he is. I wonder if he would have liked me. He was indifferent to Joshua…
Anyhow, the Fenrir. I fished, I thought, I spent some time scent marking things, and I took a nap while I waited for the sun to go down; It didn’t take long for Sapphire to subtly point me towards a Dragonfly jaggling to help on the mystical side of things. She was the matriarch of her pond, and seemed to have a fair amount of intelligence, so I negotiated with her to help investigate the Fenrir. Light labour for her, so we came to a reasonable price (making some places for her animal-kin to lay their eggs). I had her go to the Lone Boulder, and then I hunted down Neryarta. He was groggy, but some prodding later, and a reminder that this was his idea, and he came with me. I then sent a small spirit over to go tell Fells-the-wyrm to get her butt back here (Paid for in Gnosis. I need to watch how much I give). I had a little more time to study before she arrived.
( Diagnosing Dagny )
Kargamis showed up. I recognize it, from feeding it before, for Tail-Eater. It headed right for Neryarta, which was a bit of a puzzle. I asked it what it was doing, but it didn’t answer. Instead, it told Neryarta that Tail Eater wanted me to come see him as soon as possible. Oh, gafflings. Never change.
( Nicodemus piles a task onto an already full list )
He must have smelled something wrong in my posture, and he asked me again and again about whether everything was okay. I eventually caved, and told him about Memory. He seemed sympathetic, but didn’t take sides against Memory, or against me. I don’t blame him, he’s good friends with her. Instead, he offered to examine me again with his poor life magic, and see if anything’s changed. I don’t know if that’s a good idea or a bad idea, but I agreed anyhow. I don’t really know if I want to know anymore. It’s been… it’s been… something.
( Samantha and Silvertip totally fail to understand eachother )
Maybe Turtle’s right about me.
Anyhow, the Fenrir. I fished, I thought, I spent some time scent marking things, and I took a nap while I waited for the sun to go down; It didn’t take long for Sapphire to subtly point me towards a Dragonfly jaggling to help on the mystical side of things. She was the matriarch of her pond, and seemed to have a fair amount of intelligence, so I negotiated with her to help investigate the Fenrir. Light labour for her, so we came to a reasonable price (making some places for her animal-kin to lay their eggs). I had her go to the Lone Boulder, and then I hunted down Neryarta. He was groggy, but some prodding later, and a reminder that this was his idea, and he came with me. I then sent a small spirit over to go tell Fells-the-wyrm to get her butt back here (Paid for in Gnosis. I need to watch how much I give). I had a little more time to study before she arrived.
( Diagnosing Dagny )
Kargamis showed up. I recognize it, from feeding it before, for Tail-Eater. It headed right for Neryarta, which was a bit of a puzzle. I asked it what it was doing, but it didn’t answer. Instead, it told Neryarta that Tail Eater wanted me to come see him as soon as possible. Oh, gafflings. Never change.
( Nicodemus piles a task onto an already full list )
He must have smelled something wrong in my posture, and he asked me again and again about whether everything was okay. I eventually caved, and told him about Memory. He seemed sympathetic, but didn’t take sides against Memory, or against me. I don’t blame him, he’s good friends with her. Instead, he offered to examine me again with his poor life magic, and see if anything’s changed. I don’t know if that’s a good idea or a bad idea, but I agreed anyhow. I don’t really know if I want to know anymore. It’s been… it’s been… something.
( Samantha and Silvertip totally fail to understand eachother )
Maybe Turtle’s right about me.
Silvertip sends the day in panicked desperation..
Friday, 6 June 2014 23:00It’s a grimoire. Earth Whisperer had a grimoire buried all this time, and didn’t even realize it. I can’t blame him, I guess. He doesn’t have background to appreciate what it is. Hell, I barely do. It’s full of discussions of bodily processes, and how their function can be improved, harmed, and so on. It’s got a primer on terminology. It’s got reference material. This is some poor Verbena’s personal book, likely used in his learning process. This could be big. This could be huge. This could be the thing that that helps me be back with Nova again. I can’t be back with her unless I’m a man again. This is the first glimmer of anything useful I’ve seen in ages. But Earth Whisperer offered it to the totem as chiminage. Sapphire is going to take it and disappear it to… wherever it is that spirits keep their things like this. I’m never going to see it again.
Except… except Earth Whisperer offered the totem ‘a mage thing.’ Nothing specific. As long as I give Sapphire something of equal value of what he thought he offered her (and the value of what she accepted), she won’t mind. He offers her ‘a hundred dollars’ of Chiminage, she gets ‘a hundred dollars’ of chiminage. Right? She still gets good chiminage. I get my manparts back, finish marrying Nova, have a ton of kids with a great bloodline, and get to raise them as good Yuk.
Just a few steps between here and there
( Nicodemus is not a photocopying service for dead mage property )
( Plan B: Buying something off Val. Feeling stabbed in the back )
Fucking Ravens.
( Dagny 'makes a request,' and Silvertip takes all the anger from Val and dumps it on the Get )
( Settling accounts with Sapphire )
Except… except Earth Whisperer offered the totem ‘a mage thing.’ Nothing specific. As long as I give Sapphire something of equal value of what he thought he offered her (and the value of what she accepted), she won’t mind. He offers her ‘a hundred dollars’ of Chiminage, she gets ‘a hundred dollars’ of chiminage. Right? She still gets good chiminage. I get my manparts back, finish marrying Nova, have a ton of kids with a great bloodline, and get to raise them as good Yuk.
Just a few steps between here and there
( Nicodemus is not a photocopying service for dead mage property )
( Plan B: Buying something off Val. Feeling stabbed in the back )
Fucking Ravens.
( Dagny 'makes a request,' and Silvertip takes all the anger from Val and dumps it on the Get )
( Settling accounts with Sapphire )