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@NotAPan@Spleen

godspeed bigman

As a first and last wonk, I emerge from my retirement to say no.

After all done, it returned to peace. Her mentor returns to her home.

The Old Witness, the long dead Blair Fester, only observed in peace. Prisoned in her afterlife.

+1

When can we return to the good old days of late night VC’s in Sutica Discord?

Dom,

You ever just wake up in a cold sweat of nothingness in the middle of the night? Itching to do something out of fuckin’ nowhere? It happens a bit to myself from time to time.

But my GOD, my mind is racing right now. I currently live in a manor of dead people, a dead family, a baseless claim of lineage’s home. The Uialben’s are dead, a side note in my racing mind. My grandfather, Terr’hi- a carbon copy of me; more on that.

I’ve thought long and hard on the morality of all things life. Aos. The Void. The Soulstream? All what? Eternal mindscapes lapsed in never-ending happy tunes and joy? And it all comes down to what you believe and don’t believe.

I’m currently a professor at the Coalition of Arcane Knowledge. I have very little interest in the mere subject of teaching people Arcaic beliefs, being as mine vary far from the normal dece- ****! THERE I GO AGAIN! I consistently talk about myself like I’m high and mighty within the world. ****! ****! ****!

[!] A pause occurs.

A sigh, as Blair continues: I have little interest in the mere aspects of my life. I consistently crave the ringing desires of my mind to ease the constancy of mind-rattling ideologies and descriptions. In this case, it’s doing something I’m good at. That’s the thing that makes me sane and ticks. Constantly. Doing…. Things…

I got a student. I no longer teach Anna, your wife, or Jon- all forgotten in the past of Sutica. Nonetheless, her name is Thea. We, uh- Didn’t really meet each other on good terms. I connected her to Unsound like a ritualistic cult would with Rolando. She despises me and her sister too. Gods, her sister is fuckin’ worse than me. Thinks she so pompous and pious because she can read a ******* book.

Once again, nonetheless- I have no friends or close peoples to the point I can share my mind with anymore. Hence the bird you hold, easily discarded if you don’t wish to read all this. I wouldn’t fuckin’ know if you did or didn’t. I simply just need to do something to ease my mind to sleep. - The last person in my life that I had any semblance of communication in a deep manner was Rosie. Holy shit, was that relationship a wreck. Some days, I am glad she’s dead- others, I wish I had someone to talk to.

I tried with Kariv, a bit back. It nearly killed him. Hence why we don’t see each other anymore. I thought about having kids with him but was too scared to over May. I tried to spark a relationship with Nora, she hates my guts.

I often think upon the pretense that I may be inherently evil. My grandfather was. Renne was. And so should I, right? It’s in the Fester blood.

[!] Another pause.

I get caught up in the stereotypes of life-aspects that I let my actions speak before my mind. I constantly do the first thing that comes to mind, which albeit- helps with getting shit done in short periods of time, but gods what has it made me.

[!] A longer pause.

I do believe I’m coming down now. This wasn’t a high or anything, just simply me trying to be a normal person for once. With all these countless peoples we see, you’d think at least one of them would have the right mindset of a normal person and not some stereotypical actor in a play. Or an animii. I do have a question for you if you’re down to answer: Do you often think about the mindsets of others? Like.. to the point where you try to discern the peoples you see as living beings or just some catalyst for a character in mind by otherworldly forces?

Regardless, Lesson whatever-the-**** to leadership - Deprive yourself of humanly characteristics and embody yourself of your goal and only that.

I’ll try my hand at some rest. Do enjoy the long message.

Leaving note, I have a favor to ask: Keep me in line. Your definition of morality is rather one-d, but a good example I need to look towards too.

I’m good, I promise myself. I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, and I’m good. Over and over.

Gods, what the **** am I doing…

Blair Fester, your’s truely. Stay safe out there, Blue.

Blue, heh- I like that. Suits you.

Hey, that rhymes.

[!] The letter seemed to be transcribed from speech through magical means.

At the age of a hundred-seventy seven,

Blair Fester died alone of old age. She was surrounded

by none but the cold stone of the ground. Her death was

peaceful; within her sleep. She survived by none and her

name is preceded by her only living daughter Anna Fester.

if she so lives. Blair's soul was transmuted upon death,

and her afterlife is unknown.

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

Rile thought long and hard. Only to come to the conclusion that he indeed believed Florentine was truly indeed based and filled with well-put together peoples. A visit was in order for this ‘ker.

o7

I remember my beginner CT days of you scaring the living shit out of me over the fact WT managers could see me through vanish. And another long memory of us going head to head with a few others in build completion held by WT.

Overall, Qizu my homie, I will miss you around. As my skin dealer and dude to just say random shit to. You were a good one.

Per Audacia Ad Astra

Oh Yikes24, how I miss your schizo pyromancer hafling. When will she return?

What is your favorite genre of music? Be as specific as possible.(pun beat me to it)

Favorite lovecraftian deity?

Will you, Zarsies, teach me Seer? 🥺

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

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"Where is your mask, child?"

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

When do you think you’ll finally hit that point you can’t log on anymore?

Favorite RP you’ve had?

Favorite lore piece?

Favorite Sutican?

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

35 minutes ago, Venomous_Pup said:

If you let us know what parts were hard to understand we can go about altering them to clarify them, I had a look through the lore before it was posted to ask questions about the lore to have it more clarified, though I think with the Guide would be an easier to clarify the interactions of the magic there rather than in the lore post. 

im not writting a guide for this shit

2 hours ago, Olandyr said:

I like the blind people rewrite, a lot of passion and effort has clearly gone into it. Minor critique that it might be wise to clarify how Ritual of Identity interacts with missing limbs, for seers with missing limbs and guises whose limbs are removed.

Good point. I’ll bring it up with the others and see what’s up. 

Edit: Masking in an identity is similar to a coat of paint. missing limbs will be missing. Nor can you lose limbs with an identity.