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The Questioning, Edmonton, Day Two...
"What do you know about the Nine?" It's getting harder to sit up straight..."Isn't it true that the Nine have been implanted by the Seers to infiltrate the Pentacle?" I don't really feel my body any more. "Do you have an intimate connection with any of the Nine?" I don't remember answering this question, but I'm sure I did. I'm sure I let the name ( Read more... ) -
The Questioning, Edmonton, Day One...
“And just what is your connection with the Seer known as Rearden…” I don’t know how many hours it’s been…”Isn’t it true he was your mentor?” I don’t know how many days it’s been…”Isn’t it true you studied under him for months? And you never once suspected he served the Exarchs?” I don’t know how many times he’s shot me full of the stuff…”What kind ( Read more... ) -
Blackberry Post: March 27th...
On my way to the airport right now. Just came from Assembly meeting at The Sheldon Lodge. The place is really coming together. I think it will be a wonderful home for the Free Council and the assembly on the whole. Don't have much time, so I will be brief. We agreed it is wise to open the doors of the Assembly to all the orders sooner rather than ( Read more... ) -
The End of an Era...
OOC: This is a backpost. It was put up March 21st, about 10 pm.
The Samantha Cole everyone knew is now dead. I suppose that sounds a bit dramatic, but it's the best way to really sum up everything that has happened in the last 48 hours. It's not a bad thing. Not really. Just a change, a turning of the wheel, a rebirth. I told Brigade before I left ( Read more... ) -
The Birth of an Awakened National Assembly...
OOC: This is a back post. The journal entry would have gone up Friday evening, March 20th at about 11 pm.
It's been a long time since I've written in this thing. A lot has changed. The whole damn world has changed. Made Herald of Toronto and President of an Assembly in the last few months. Shoved into the political game so deeply I don't know how I ( Read more... ) -
I Remember...
I.... I'm starting to remember. I can't sleep... all I do is dream. God, the dreams... Not dreams. Memories... I'm sure of it. Memories. I'm not myself... but I am. I am all of myself... all of them. Everything that might have been. The dreams... I'm starting to remember.
Everything was black after the ritual. I hurt so much after Oklahoma and I ( Read more... ) -
A Lilly for Your Soul...
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That Look in Your Eyes...
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down... ashes to ashes, we all fall down... For every body we put in the ground, we fall a little bit more. Every soul we turn to dust rips away another tiny bit of our soul. We all fall down eventually. We will turn to dust as well. The question is how much of your soul you have left when you reach that point. When you ( Read more... )