[quote=Reused NPC]
I had two vials left after the job was done. Sold them to an Urchin gang. Cantigaster. They were in a feud with another gang of urchins at the time. I needed the Echoes - I needed a Mirrorcatch to feel the Sunlight one last time…The scene that followed the day after was… (-the rest is incomprehensible-) [/quote]
Ooooh I like this one so very much … in a dark and horrible and tragic and chilling and so very sad way.
I would hope so, considering it directly involved us. I’ll be sure to send you the FC coins when both of us are in London again.
edited by Sir Joseph Marlen on 11/18/2017
I liked the owl one! Drake is always faintly bemused that people regard such a fascinating creature with … could that be horror and revulsion? Surely not!
I’m sorry to bother you and everyone else who is waiting for an update, but will this be continuing?
His computer is probably still messed up.
I can confirm that yes, my computer is still messed up. I’ll be resuming updates the moment it isn’t messed up.
I LIIIIIIVE!
…sorta. I still have to reinstall a bunch of things. And I’m still bogged down in the Mirror-Marshes since that’s what happened when my computer messed up. But I’m back in action! So expect the Hallowmas confessions to resume SOON.
…An entire month after the proper date of Hallowmas. But still!
I also should get caught up on all the stuff I missed…
hurrah!
edited by Teaspoon on 12/3/2017
[quote=Reused NPC]I LIIIIIIVE!
…sorta. I still have to reinstall a bunch of things. And I’m still bogged down in the Mirror-Marshes since that’s what happened when my computer messed up. But I’m back in action! So expect the Hallowmas confessions to resume SOON.
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Welcome back! and still time to grab everything from the advent calendar, fortunately.
Excelent! I look forwards to seeing the last batches.
And just like that, Christoween confessions arrive just in time.
Look, it’s a Neathmas miracle!
Been looking forward to seeing more!
Now seems like as good a time as any to install some more confessions! Thank you all for your patience.
In a crooked hand, perhaps written by a hand more suited to wielding a sword or revolver than a pen, and switching indiscriminately between cursive and print:[quote]As time goes on, it becomes increasingly more difficult for me to tell whether or not my killing of Scathewick was out of revenge for my brother’s death or if I simply wanted to watch him die. Even with my soul having lately been recovered, I feel nothing when I recall even my fondest memories of my brother. The thought of death, however, sends adrenaline rushing through my veins. [/quote]
In messy, near-illegible cursive: [quote]I betrayed the trust of the one I loved, now she will never see me again[/quote]
In-- you know what I’ll keep this one verbatim. "The paper, ripped on one side, has been stained by fat droplets of wine. Part of the words are faded and runny, almost cancelled by a careless spill of red liquid. The handwriting is sloppy and quick. Some words are barely readable, penned with furious strokes and drunken influence."[quote]I put them to the stake. Still hear those screams as the monster bit into their leg. Bait for a zee beast… No zailor deserves to die like that. D__n the Bishop and D__n his Hound of Heaven! Bl___y Hell![/quote]
In very neat handwriting, using expensive stationery and ink: [quote]When I was little I went ridding with my father in winter. I had a pony he was ridding his horse, he told me to stay on the path, but I did not listen and the animal slipped on the ice, fell and broke its leg. My father took his rifle and told me to step back but I refused:" Don’t kill it! "I cried. "You will only prolong its suffering." he said, but I was unwilling to part with the animal. The poor thing neighed and tried to get up. It fought for hours until the snow slowed it down and it was lying still, only his body shacking from time to time. I cried its fur wet. It was getting dark when I asked my father to put an end to it - but I did not do it out of compassion, I did it because I was cold, hungy and tired. Until this day I ask myself, who was the cruel one - my father or I ?[/quote]
Starting out neat, but slowly devolving into the sort of scrawl that makes reading difficult (though it never quite becomes illegible): [quote]People think I’m Christian, even though I’m not. I let them. They also think I’m interested in men, and I’m not that sort either. That misconception I do attempt to correct, but it’s surprisingly difficult.[/quote]
Today’s somewhat long one, in smooth, steady cursive: [quote]I was their tool. When I came here, I was consumed by hedonism and ambition. They promised more pleasure and more power. I hurt people. Damned them to fates I know not. I brought the conquered to their knees once more, and spared the proud from the consequences of their deeds.
I’ve changed now. One day, I looked my self in the mirror, and cringed away from the person I was. I had lost my soul, true (the details were lost to me, all I recall was a preternaturally persuasive devil,) but that was no excuse. I turned my back on their ways, and am now their staunch foe. And yet, I still fear. I have seen my destiny, and it gleams, but it gleams in darkness. I know light will one day die. I fear that I may drive us all towards that. That I may have more power than I am wise enough to use well. That my new comrades use me just as much as my old masters. I fear I have erred grievously by giving them the Nadir.[/quote]
Finally, in handwriting apparently "better than bad, but worse than expected": [quote]I’ve stolen a man, once.
A splendid man, beautiful, like you’d never thought. And I plucked him right out of the sky, midflight. I only realised, once I’d already stolen him, that he was all that kept us air-borne. And so we fell, through, and further down. All the way to the Neath. The worst part is that, at the time, I’d thought I was justified. That I had to do it. And since I fell too, I thought it took my guilt out of it. I think that may be why I did it. For just a moment there, as we fell, I truly believed we’d fallen from the same height.
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And a merry Sacksmas season to you all.
Occasionally I spend as much brainpower trying to figure out what they are saying as who they are. Admittedly, Caroline’s is like that.
Ah. So that’s what I wrote.
Huzzah for the return of NPC and Christoween Confessions!
C’mon, at this rate you all are going to make me blush.
I bet you look adorable when you blush!
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‘In very neat handwriting, using expensive stationery and ink’
Oh my goodness this one is so heart-rending! And also amazingly written … for pure writing artistry, this is one of my favorites.
‘Starting out neat, but slowly devolving into the sort of scrawl that makes reading difficult (though it never quite becomes illegible):’
Well said sister (I assume), well said. Although I encourage you not to hide your true spirituality (or lack thereof).