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Ok... I have to post this first. Sierra was a little odd last night, and she may continue to be. For anyone that cares, here's part of the explanation:
Sierra's Journal:
Unknown date. (Shortly Post-Goulthius)
I feel useless. I thought I knew what I was doing, I did, but because I was too stupid, I only ended up making a fool of myself and nearly letting everyone else die. Last night (I can't believe it was only that long, it feels like weeks) I dreamed of Dyd and her battle with Goulthius, I saw there the end of a cycle and the begining of the same. I saw our freeing of Goulthius as one more step in the circle, and I saw what I must do to bring the cycle back to the end. I saw the wholeness of that dream and believed it to be true. When we found the Birch branch, I saw the conduit for fruition of my dream. When we reached the iron core (which meerly standing in made my soul ache), and realized that the demon was flying, I shifted to an eagle, with the branch in my beak I survived his attacks and ignored my pain in pursuit of what I thought to be the final goal. Yet I soon realized my mistake. My strike missed and when I finally felt the branch meet his unnatural flesh (invisible again at the time), there was no result. It was Cerworn and Kiyali and all the others that atlast brought him down, while I could do nothing but strugle against my pain to keep my wings flapping. It was ended, not in any great symbol of justice, but in a ball of flame and a flash of light. Not by me with my self-absorbed belief of premonition, but by those brave enough to fight. I know I should learn from this, I should know now not to trust images of destiny in dreams. I know this. I should know this. Yet I can't help feeling empty, like some part of the pattern is lacking. And still the truth remains heavy on my heart as well: I failed. I nearly let my entire group - friends and coven-mate - die, and I did it because I was naively convinced that the Goddess and Spirits had somehow chosen me to fullfill a divine prophecy of my own invention.
Now I must seek to atone in the only way I know, by earth and leaves and air. It feels so much better to be out of that cursed place. [Illegible text for a few lines] I think I will walk with the trees for a little while, may the Goddess forgive me for my presumption and send me guidence. (Illegible text for about 1 line)
-Serrah Ariena Lynn
Ok, so that's that. I provide it for player insight, but keep in mind, that apart from maybe Cerworn, most of your characters will never read her Book of Shadows/Journal. Anyone that feels the need to comment, please do.
And acctually, after writing that, I don't care about the other stuff which was a lot of stupid anyway. Now I think I'll go back to working on Sei-chan's trenchcoat of coolness. (I might have it lined tonight! ^_^ Whee!)
Bishonen: Hisoka - Rain, Deranel
Bishojo: Maaya Sakamoto - Sierra, Kathryn
Quote: "Feeling lost and no where, Cold and shivering
Like a black morning faded, Darkness comes
How could things be so wrong?" (see music below)
Sierra's Journal:
Unknown date. (Shortly Post-Goulthius)
I feel useless. I thought I knew what I was doing, I did, but because I was too stupid, I only ended up making a fool of myself and nearly letting everyone else die. Last night (I can't believe it was only that long, it feels like weeks) I dreamed of Dyd and her battle with Goulthius, I saw there the end of a cycle and the begining of the same. I saw our freeing of Goulthius as one more step in the circle, and I saw what I must do to bring the cycle back to the end. I saw the wholeness of that dream and believed it to be true. When we found the Birch branch, I saw the conduit for fruition of my dream. When we reached the iron core (which meerly standing in made my soul ache), and realized that the demon was flying, I shifted to an eagle, with the branch in my beak I survived his attacks and ignored my pain in pursuit of what I thought to be the final goal. Yet I soon realized my mistake. My strike missed and when I finally felt the branch meet his unnatural flesh (invisible again at the time), there was no result. It was Cerworn and Kiyali and all the others that atlast brought him down, while I could do nothing but strugle against my pain to keep my wings flapping. It was ended, not in any great symbol of justice, but in a ball of flame and a flash of light. Not by me with my self-absorbed belief of premonition, but by those brave enough to fight. I know I should learn from this, I should know now not to trust images of destiny in dreams. I know this. I should know this. Yet I can't help feeling empty, like some part of the pattern is lacking. And still the truth remains heavy on my heart as well: I failed. I nearly let my entire group - friends and coven-mate - die, and I did it because I was naively convinced that the Goddess and Spirits had somehow chosen me to fullfill a divine prophecy of my own invention.
Now I must seek to atone in the only way I know, by earth and leaves and air. It feels so much better to be out of that cursed place. [Illegible text for a few lines] I think I will walk with the trees for a little while, may the Goddess forgive me for my presumption and send me guidence. (Illegible text for about 1 line)
-Serrah Ariena Lynn
Ok, so that's that. I provide it for player insight, but keep in mind, that apart from maybe Cerworn, most of your characters will never read her Book of Shadows/Journal. Anyone that feels the need to comment, please do.
And acctually, after writing that, I don't care about the other stuff which was a lot of stupid anyway. Now I think I'll go back to working on Sei-chan's trenchcoat of coolness. (I might have it lined tonight! ^_^ Whee!)
Bishonen: Hisoka - Rain, Deranel
Bishojo: Maaya Sakamoto - Sierra, Kathryn
Quote: "Feeling lost and no where, Cold and shivering
Like a black morning faded, Darkness comes
How could things be so wrong?" (see music below)