sapphic_spidy

Lesha had not spoken to him in many years. She deemed him a lost cause at the time. Too pious, to patriotic. It would come as a shock if she knew he was married after all. She feels no sorrow that he is gone. But it is a shame. It really is a shame. He was fun, in his own way. He had initiative. Potential. He accomplished things. He seemed like a decent enough person. Lesha has a new plaything now. Still. She does wonder if Radmir ever learned how to dance.

Sydney reads the missive, frowning. He'll try to look for them, once he makes sure his brother isn't being held captive. Again. For a seventh time.

Kiva, whose teacher is long gone, leaving them stuck stagnant, considers this. They have no reason to not believe what is said. Civil, peaceful, they like those terms. This isn't a demon masquerading as an orc trying to show them something. These are.... well, they're good people right? There's nothing to fear, right?

Once Sydney finds out about this, he'll prepare to steal 700+ pieces of bread from the Ferrymen. Again.

"Hey, Gnarla, have y'ever killed a demon?" ----- Sydney doesn't know yet. But if he did, he would celebrate. Finally, his family is a step closer to being free. He has no idea how he evaded Sermi. Sermi who, over a decade ago, before it all went wrong, suggested they get to know each other, make a game of it. She guessed wrongly, about his motivations, about him. Syd, if he knew, would regret that he hadn't been a bigger threat. That he had done more than spread whispers about her location. Sermi hurt his family, in more than just one face. Sermi tried to break her, time and time again. Sermi tried to take him, when he was hurt and desperate to do something. And all Sydney could do was whisper. ----- "I want to ask her about her pretty white cat." He heard the kid whispering to the other woman, he followed him, he knew where Sermi was. And yet, he only whispered to a few people. Could it have been ended sooner, had he brought them to her? ----- "She lives here. But you didn't hear that from me." "'Course not." He wanted her gone. Out. Of his place, of his town, where he felt safe after decades of endless fighting. And now, she was. If Sydney knew, he would celebrate.

A man from Skjoldier sits in Cormath, not a clue what is going on. A man who escaped a village that turned him away when he was young and full of mistakes. He never saw a witch. He never had to. No one saw the witches. No one knew much about them for certain. The whispers stretched them to have far more power than they did. They all told the stories differently, none of them entirely accurate. Not one didn't exaggerate at least one thing grossly. The man's village was not important enough to be named. It did not matter to anyone outside of it. It may not even exist anymore. Maybe he is the only one who is still alive. It's sad, really, how little he truly knows of Skjoldier. How little he knows of the witches. How little he knows of anything. He doesn't know what it's like in the citadel, what it's like in the woods, where the witches hid. He doesn't know anything beyond his little village. The only time he left it was when he stowed away to come to Aevos. All the man from Skjoldier knows is the fear that was hammered into his heart. He has no clue what is going on... And maybe he never will. It's not as if he knows much of his homeland anyways.

Katherine's hands shake. She's angry. Why is she angry? Why is she furious? John would hate her now. But should she really try to care? Everyone would hate her now. Everyone. But not a word? Not a letter? Not an attempt? He flaked on her- flaked- and favors a son who called him crazy- called her crazy. Maybe she is crazy. Crazy to hold these grudges from childhood. But damn it, she's mad. And lonely. And, probably, soon to be homeless. Why. Why? Did she ever think she could have family. It was set in stone the night before her 18th birthday. They were not her family. She was a burden, someone who could not even be considered a Galbraith. Who had no room on any family tree. Katherine remembers when John was kidnapped like it was yesterday. The fear and panic each and every night he didn't return- the anger that no one could bring him home. She loved him then. She doesn't love anyone now. She hopes the whole house burns.

Irene? Like... like that Irene? Sydney's eyes widen, then he grins. She couldn't hide forever, could she. What is it she said to him? What's wrong? Or was it, Is something the matter? He can't publicly say what she is... But he can anonymously write to John. He's sure John would appreciate the knowledge.

Sydney didn't know her. He only knew her as someone associated with the ferrymen- that immediately put them at odds. Still... He worries. Who will they say killed her? Will spreading his suspicions be enough? He doesn't want the blame to fall on Celia'nor- he's certain it wasn't their fault that she passed. He has friends in Celia'nor, even if Arthur doesn't get that, and Veluc thinks he should keep his neck out of trouble. Syd thought he was over this. Over worrying about Iolas every time something happens. He's not. Someone is dead, and all he can think about are Iolas and Ariane.

The "anonymous malin" who did nothing more than skim the missive chuckles. "Malin. Not quite, m'friend. Not quite." Sydney is suddenly VERY glad he didn't sign with his full name. Juniper knows his contribution, and that's all that matters.

Sydney, quite frankly, is not surprised. He simply blinks. He doesn't trust Sermi for her word, but this seems... relatively accurate. As selfish as it is, though, he likes his position, even though he only ever accredited it to Athri, never Yera. He can't exactly speak out against her either, or it'd undo the years of trying to seem harmless. Sydney is not a traitor. He does not plan on being a traitor. But he decides to ignore this altogether until the situation with you-know-who, mister "shadows and destruction of all who you love," the thing that may end up having to be the get-along-shirt for Caelia and Balian, is overwith.

Little Caeso is so confused. He is six.

Little Caeso remembers the carnage and shudders. The feeling of the heat pressing against his face, looking at his pater covered in blood... He's just glad his family is okay.

This is such a good point that I hadn't even considered. I completely agree with banning homophobia rp. There's nothing i can say that hasn't been said already, and I know that anything I say will just get me mocked in the Minitz discord again! But the point is that... that's true. Yes fantasy racism exists IRP but it's not the same as actual real life racism. Beyond that I just think that there's a reason people don't like hearing the same harmful narratives they hear in their daily lives from their families and government nearly word for word in Silly Block Game. The point of it being uncreative is so true too! And I know that a lot of the homophobia rpers are the same ones who aren't fond of magical or alchemical roleplay, so the points about realism won't matter much to them, but it rings true as well. I have a lot of thoughts on this but it's late and I doubt people will read this far down anyways. Thank you for saying this. As a lesbian, I really do not want to hear the same homophobic sentiments I heard from my entire extended family on an almost daily basis in LOTC. It [edit: homophobia rp] doesn't add anything and will only have negatives. It will only upset players. It will not make for good RP.

"Classic Canonists.." Sydney shakes his head in pity. "They don' want anyone t'be happy. 's all about control." ------ "It's all about control." Katherine shares a similar sentiment. Her hands shake. She's confused. Her faith is cracking. The God who never cared for her will not be allowed to continue to make her feel this way.

Something's not right. Sydney knows what he saw. He knows the knowledge they allowed him to leave with unthreatened and unharmed. And, by their leagues at least, unemployed. Haus, working with darkspawn? He can't help but grin. He doesn't doubt the truth of it at all. He knows more than many ever had the chance to. And they let him live.

Spidy Post 2 Kiva ponders themself. They ponder others. They ponder their friends, such as Atticus, Laurissa... Kiva had never thought of homosexuality as wrong. They never understood bigotry, hatred... What am I? The question never really bothered them before. What am I? They do not know. A man? A woman? A piece that does not fit in a puzzle. Something that is outside of it all with no concept. Most assume they are a woman, and they allow it, they simply allow it. Is it... is it time to change that? Is the world changing? Is it possible to be something other than what is assumed, in public, in the eyes and minds of others? Is it right to correct assumptions that are simply untrue? Their own truth never mattered to them, so long as others were happy. But they thought quite a bit after the malflame incident. When they were burnt. When they were afraid. When there were whispers. Would it be wrong, would it be selfish, to reclaim their identity, to correct those that are wrong? Would it be unfair to be frustrated with misjudgment and inaccuracy? Fatebinder says anger is just as important as anything else, but they are not angry. They are sad. But they are happy. They are content, yet they do not wish to be misjudged. They are Kiva. But that is not enough to be understood.

Suddenly, the idea of marriage is far less intimidating to Katherine.