On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson, and it has kept me up for many nights since.
AND LO! Brother Maxwell, formerly of the Count of 99999, did wake from his concussion-based nap with a great temple-rubbing. He found himself laying on a patch of gold right in front of the edge of the greatest breach the Vault of YRE had ever faced, with a piece of the wall right next to his head, and presumable the origin of his short coma. At his feet was the largest cliff of gold poor Maxwell had ever seen, just barely having been secured by unusually oblong gold currencies, and a small but still-holding section of wall. But Brother Maxwell, while having a good rest, did despair, for he was deep, deep in the Breach of YRE, and he had a long and unsteady climb back into the main Vault.
To see how a war is begun, what an event to witness, resplendent in its crimson dress. I am a newcomer, I’ll admit, but have read this tale several times, and now am excited to join as a dweller of the wheel.
Has anybody else noticed that one of Allison’s new scars is in the same placement as Kill Six Billion Demons’ (at least on what can be seen of their face) on the hidden page? She’s slowly grasping her destiny, methinks.
We all sleep. We all grow.
There is no shade in the path of that growth.
It is slow, then sudden. False then real.
When we rise again, we become stronger.
That’s a whole lot of Earth based produce, considering what they’ve been eating lately… They didn’t teleport to Earth when she got knocked out & let loose their rag-tag crew of demons, overzealous angels, and inter dimensional cat-person master thieves loose on the local populace, did they? “OH, not THAT war! That was awhile ago, you’ve been out for a week!”
Thanks for sharing this info, I truly liked your storytelling style.
As a practicing writer, I have always followed an intuitive logic it felt to concentrate on the topic -> develop with
ideas/answers -> put it upon newspaper.
But, nothing can save me when I was writing about
thermodynamics, for instance, which, as you can guess, is not my main field of expertise.
Anyway, I took some great tips from your writing
style, thanks to that)
Thank you so much for the post you do. I like your post and all you share with us is up to date and quite informative, i would like to bookmark the page so i can come here again to read you, as you have done a wonderful job.
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson, and it has kept me up for many nights since.
– Grumblings of the Broken Sage
i’ll have she she is having.
The prophecy straddles.
AND LO! Brother Maxwell, formerly of the Count of 99999, did wake from his concussion-based nap with a great temple-rubbing. He found himself laying on a patch of gold right in front of the edge of the greatest breach the Vault of YRE had ever faced, with a piece of the wall right next to his head, and presumable the origin of his short coma. At his feet was the largest cliff of gold poor Maxwell had ever seen, just barely having been secured by unusually oblong gold currencies, and a small but still-holding section of wall. But Brother Maxwell, while having a good rest, did despair, for he was deep, deep in the Breach of YRE, and he had a long and unsteady climb back into the main Vault.
Love the haircut!
WHERE. IS. THE. CAT.
To see how a war is begun, what an event to witness, resplendent in its crimson dress. I am a newcomer, I’ll admit, but have read this tale several times, and now am excited to join as a dweller of the wheel.
What a sight we will see, a war begun, all dressed in the blood of whole realities. If we are able to comprehend its scale, that is.
This weird dream again, déjà vu!
short haired cio looks good too
The brief aftermath of a battle, tend the wounds, fill the stomach, prepare for the next one
Has anybody else noticed that one of Allison’s new scars is in the same placement as Kill Six Billion Demons’ (at least on what can be seen of their face) on the hidden page? She’s slowly grasping her destiny, methinks.
We all sleep. We all grow.
There is no shade in the path of that growth.
It is slow, then sudden. False then real.
When we rise again, we become stronger.
Praise to the Rising King.
Whatever Cio’s cooking looks extremely tasty. I wonder if there’s a recipe.
that a lot of vegetables here there
I miss Cio’s hair already…
Does no one else wonder what is going on with Lucky Felicia!?!?
Bitch what are you cooking? She got a whole half a fuckin onion in the pan
Oh no, I liked the long hair.
I really dig this page, however. I love the detailed room. It’s very inspiring.
Things are about to get GAY
BLESS THIS MESS
That’s a whole lot of Earth based produce, considering what they’ve been eating lately… They didn’t teleport to Earth when she got knocked out & let loose their rag-tag crew of demons, overzealous angels, and inter dimensional cat-person master thieves loose on the local populace, did they? “OH, not THAT war! That was awhile ago, you’ve been out for a week!”
Man I love the contrast to Alison’s face in page 1. So much less wisdom, so many fewer scars.
Thanks for sharing this info, I truly liked your storytelling style.
As a practicing writer, I have always followed an intuitive logic it felt to concentrate on the topic -> develop with
ideas/answers -> put it upon newspaper.
But, nothing can save me when I was writing about
thermodynamics, for instance, which, as you can guess, is not my main field of expertise.
Anyway, I took some great tips from your writing
style, thanks to that)
it’s a matter of time before Alisson ends an adventure with a missing limb or two
Thank you so much for the post you do. I like your post and all you share with us is up to date and quite informative, i would like to bookmark the page so i can come here again to read you, as you have done a wonderful job.