Like dropping bombs into a pond...
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estdeus_innobisDawn at the Marks Ranch
Sunday November 8th
Two more deaths that rock the town. Creating one hell of storm on the Other Side. Eris followed by Lugh. One in the morning on Thursday and the other at night, an' that one was preceded by the most powerful exorcism I've ever heard of let alone felt. boy was that a doozy. The power fluctuations rocked me for such a loop that it wasn't til well after daybreak on Friday that I could do anything but lie under a bush on This Side in a little ball an' wait for it to pass. Just like a hangover. Naturally I told Mab as soon as i was able to move. This is the kinda stuff she really needs to know. But then I went an told Hermia. And that was bad. she got real still when I told her And then she thanked me but said she wanted to be alone for a while. Course I agreed. I got some mourning to do of my own.
I respected Eris. Even liked her a bit. An' now she's gone. I went up to the Ranch the next day. Nothing left of her there. Hers was a swift death an' peaceful too, no great fight to paint the area with lingering power. So I sat there for a whole day an a night an' remembered her. Not just as she was, here in Excolo, but as she'd been ever since I first knew of her. There was a lot to remember. But that's okay. I felt that me remembering her was a great tribute, a way to make sure that she was not all the way gone from here. Sure I knew that she still existed. But that was somewhere else. A place that didn't connect to here. A one way trip. I still gotta wonder why she did it. Was life here really that bad?
But that question ain't never gonna have an answer. Least not one that I'd get a direct answer to. So I clean myself off an slowly fade into the Otherworld. Time to go find out what it knows about Marbas. Word is, he's loose again. That ain't good. Ain't good at all. Nobody asked me to look for 'im but I bet Mab'd really like to know where he's got to. So, i figure since I got all these contacts an stuff over here and lotsa time I might well see if I can't turn up somethin' useful.
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Sunday November 8th
Two more deaths that rock the town. Creating one hell of storm on the Other Side. Eris followed by Lugh. One in the morning on Thursday and the other at night, an' that one was preceded by the most powerful exorcism I've ever heard of let alone felt. boy was that a doozy. The power fluctuations rocked me for such a loop that it wasn't til well after daybreak on Friday that I could do anything but lie under a bush on This Side in a little ball an' wait for it to pass. Just like a hangover. Naturally I told Mab as soon as i was able to move. This is the kinda stuff she really needs to know. But then I went an told Hermia. And that was bad. she got real still when I told her And then she thanked me but said she wanted to be alone for a while. Course I agreed. I got some mourning to do of my own.
I respected Eris. Even liked her a bit. An' now she's gone. I went up to the Ranch the next day. Nothing left of her there. Hers was a swift death an' peaceful too, no great fight to paint the area with lingering power. So I sat there for a whole day an a night an' remembered her. Not just as she was, here in Excolo, but as she'd been ever since I first knew of her. There was a lot to remember. But that's okay. I felt that me remembering her was a great tribute, a way to make sure that she was not all the way gone from here. Sure I knew that she still existed. But that was somewhere else. A place that didn't connect to here. A one way trip. I still gotta wonder why she did it. Was life here really that bad?
But that question ain't never gonna have an answer. Least not one that I'd get a direct answer to. So I clean myself off an slowly fade into the Otherworld. Time to go find out what it knows about Marbas. Word is, he's loose again. That ain't good. Ain't good at all. Nobody asked me to look for 'im but I bet Mab'd really like to know where he's got to. So, i figure since I got all these contacts an stuff over here and lotsa time I might well see if I can't turn up somethin' useful.
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