
Bookworm was lounging on her couch in front of the fire, reading a book about ancient Greece. Night had fallen several hours ago, but she was having a difficult time getting herself to stop and go to bed. The warmth flowing from the fire made facing the chilly walk upstairs to her room a less-than-inviting prospect. Finally, though, she set aside her book and stretched, nerving herself for a dash upstairs.
But then she froze in mid-...
* A tale involving the "other" side of Miss Hermit. Feel free to comment *
With Tasha gone to find Mac I went upstairs to change out of the ruined dress. I really did like this one as it played off of my skin coloring. I took off the dress and slipped into a black outfit with pants as I did not want to ruin another dress when I took the body to the canal. Back downstairs I go, a bit stiffly due to the cuts starting to sting where I...
V. Spiritweaver’s Origins
The Things We Do.
Chapter 1
There are things we do, in response to direct negative stimuli, which allow us to continue on when a situation looks dire.
At least, that is the logic of my trouble. I had done what I had to do, and in making an acquaintance with the worst...
Someone once asked me how I dated my blog entries, here in the land of perpetual 188x. What I do is basically base the date off of the founding of the city, so..
New Babbage Year 1 = 2007
so, the notation NByr5 = 2011.
I am not sure if any of you are aware of this pathological culture and, as only a dabbler in this sort of thing, I can testify that awareness is certainly not understanding, at least in my particular case. They are described as displaying some emotion called "irony" although I am quite...
The recently declassified story of the rescue of Miss Beq Janus from the Darkmer of the Vernian deep is here:
(OOC: Ok, so it took me this long to finally transcribe this out of my notebook. I am clearing the backlog, and hope to offer something a little newer...
