The Grimy Bathtub

Well i’m not worried about camps anymore; I found out that Cointeaches are GREAT targets! They be squishy.

More later!

75 OR BUST.

Okay so, there was a BIG ASS snowstorm here wherein I walked for about 25min in completely soaked boots thanks to an invisible puddle.

So yeah they’re finally toast.

Waitin for the new ones to arrive, and in the meantime all I have are too-damm-small dress shoes.

I’m full of ouch.

Still planning to write up a storm this weekend tho, I need to see what kind of pace I can keep up.

It’s been several years since I unsealed it in the presence of Anienne R Moynel, and I still don’t know where to begin.

For years now I’ve been dissecting the journal of the person who I once called father, Kohren-Mohren.  Maybe you’ve heard of him somehow but I doubt it; his records were destroyed or sealed shortly after it was discovered what he did in Kazham all those years.  For his crimes (far too numerous to list here) he was wanted for high treason and to be executed on sight if he ever stepped foot on our continent ever again.

I had to pull every favor to get his journal, and even then it was drained of all magic and forbidden to leave my house.  It still is.  What it contained was horrifying but it gave me some insight into the person that he really was.  I think he knew that all of us would never forgive him.  I know I still can’t.

His actions directly led to the death of dozens of innocents, the death of my mother and grandmother, the disappearance of Shikaree M and whatever my aunt became.  As I read his journal, I realize that I will never know what happened to her.

I hope he’s rotting in hell.

Personal feelings aside, I’m writing this as a service to Windurst; twisted as they were his methods need to be documented to know how we can avoid it.  This tragedy that lasted almost fifty years must never be repeated again and who knows, maybe one day we can learn something from that sick little taru.  Or worse, we might need his methods.

I pray to Altana I never live to see the day.

-Myrna Moynel, Mercenary Major, Windurst

Well new theme, reorganized some layout here and there, and added new stuff.

Long story short (this will be funny in a sec) i’m getting off my ass and writing the whole Myrna story thing.

Except that i’m still looking for titles.  Eh heh…

In any case got organization going here and hell, I might just start to post that other stuff i’ve been writing.

All for my humiliation and your amusement.

This weekend was mostly reevaluating what I wanted done in game.

SMN is all downhill from here. I’m midway to 66 and when I get fenrir I can head to xarc and do the final push to 70. Realistically tho, I have little ambition beyond 76. At that point the trio becomes a licence to print Gil.

Something in the back of my mind was telling me something else, and it’s a comment from Dar that let it out into the open.

Triple dragoon.

It didn’t help that we were in a triple dragoon party at the time.

The wheels started to turn, and I realized the potential of three drg/blu or drg/sam.

The glorious ws spam, the triple 500 healing pukes…

I’ll go more in-depth tonight including the /blu problem. My notes are in google docs and can’t access them well here. (dang)