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Challenge #03513-I225: Time to Spare

Several kids flying kites accidentally run into Wraithvine and hir friends. Giggling, they offer the kite strings to the individuals, asking the group to come play -- Anon Guest

They had the time. And why not? Between one place and another, with all the urgencies currently out of the way, playing in a park had its lures. Especially for Marvin.

Wraithvine hadn't held a kite string for too long, and accepted the spool with giddy laughter. Which more or less gave the others permission to play. If an Elf almost as old as the world could play with kites, then anyone could do it. And, for the sake of the game, the spell to Control Winds was very, very useful.

Marvin was running around with the other children and laughing. Careful of the smaller ones anywhere near his feet and trying not to tangle his kite string with anyone else's. Wraithvine was far more sedate, enjoying the spectacle and the occupation, and the peace.

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Saturday, Plague Day 26, day of rest?

Game night tomorrow night and I have no idea what's happening. D&D with Discord tonight is a hard MAYBE depending entirely on whoever wants to turn up for the game.


I can still say that I have never played a D&D campaign from Session 0 to level 20 and a good end. Blargh. At least I have a book compelling me to write so that is something.

The weather is dingy and miserable this morning so I

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Challenge #03512-I224: Walk a Mile

A being that HATES tieflings, and goes out of their way to hurt them, ends up in a temple. The magi (the cleric who is the scion of the god of that temple) sees the being harm a tiefling child, one of the many orphans there. And does the one thing that, to the hateful person, is the ultimate nightmare. The person wakes up having the form of the being they hate most. -- Anon Guest

Beware the hand of Justice. It

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Friday, Plague Day 25, An Attempt?

I now know that the tremula is one hundred percent the result of the roid puffer. How did I learn?

I forgot to take it last night so this morning was amazingly tremula-free until I took it. Yay.

It did take most of the day, but I got most of Mum's online stuff sorted. She still can't do internet banking because of an ouroborous entry system. That's going to necessitate talking to a person at the branch.

Today, I am going to

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Challenge #03511-I223: Ready-made Weapons of War

Humans and Casuarids team up aboard an exploration ship. Powers that Be help anyone that attacked, because that was one ship that was every bit as dangerous to attackers as one filled with only humans. The humans, for the record, loved their time aboard, it was fun! -- Anon Guest

Everyone gets sick of the status quo, sometimes. The facts of life as they stand can get either dull or irritating. In the case of the

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Thursday, Plague Day 24, Tech Support

Finally and at last, I am venturing out to the other side of Brisbane to help MeMum navigate the terrifying labyrinths of internet-based support systems.

I'll begin with the essential navigation skills and branch out from there.

And assist in setting up anything that needeth setting up, and so on. Fun times. I will need my chug jug for sure.

The puffer continues to work and the shaking seems to be less now that I'm off the Twitchy Pills. It's still there,

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Challenge #03510-I222: A Place For You as Well

A memorial goes up to the men and women that wore the Crown of Days to protect the youngster who helped them win the war. The young woman, the parents, and the duchy both honor her, and the brave ones who sacrificed their lives, dying one day at a time, to give her the strength needed in those terrible days, also thanked the last one, bent and aged before their time, for their lives. -- Anon

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Wednesday, Plague Day 23...

So. "People's Day" at the Ekka means lots of stuff is shut. Assorted stresses of recent memory means that all I want to do is lie down, cuddle, and cry. And maybe try to sleep until the trouble goes away.

I have no idea what we're doing for date night this week.

What I do know is that I am making a cake for Beloved at some time approaching her Outaversary. And do my best to fancy it up a smidge with

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Challenge #03509-I221: Big Thoughts in Small Steps

The medics remark on the state of the Havenworlders, and the Human, from rescuing them from an insanely toxic planet. The Havenworlders and the human get a rundown on how much Time their discoveries are going to be making them, once they're well enough, as well as expeditions back to gather those very valuable plants, and oh, by the way, they now OWN that toxic planet and get to name it. Medical science and record books thank you for your contribution.


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Tuesday, Plague Day 22, Patreon & PLNs

I am officially off the roid pills today. I'm still on the puffer though and I shall see how that goes for me.

On the pills and the puffer - shaking like a little wet dog but also clear nasal passages. Off the pills but still on the puffer - the nose is closing up and I am still shaking like a little wet dog. I can still breathe, but the tightness in the throat that "reads" like an incipient asthma attack.

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Challenge #03508-I220: Educating Warriors

"Kids, I could use some help in the kitchen!"

sound of many running feet

"FO' DIN-DIN!!!" -- Escla

Warrior cultures aren't warriors all the time. Many people think so, and presume that everything is a fight. They presume that the entire tribe lives by the sword, on a horse, and nothing else ever happens without bloodshed. No culture is a monolith and no one group of people ever do the same thing.

The Orcish steppes are chilly, that much is true. The

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Long Monday, Plague Day 21, End the Roids

Today is the last day I am taking the roid pills. Also the day I should make appointment to find out about roid puffer and get body mod referral. Not that I know when those mods will -or if- ever happen.

Today is also Long Monday, so most of my activity will be via apps.

There's also the Foundry reads, later on.

After I get a napnap.

I have PLNs to at least acquire Beloved's Outaversary present. I may be making a

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Challenge #03507-I219: Making Amends

"When's Papa coming home?"

A young toddler goes to Wraithvine to ask about hir daddy. Wraithvine must now tell the family what happened to the farmer. -- DaniAndShali

Lulanie Tiller stared at the coils of hair on her table, and at the humble Elf who had appeared in her hut. She gave the being small chores to keep them busy until the children were sound asleep.

She made tea, and wound up the hair

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Sunday, Plague Day 20, Extra Stressors

Things have been piling up for a while. Capt. S is in hospital and there's complications. I can say no more on my blog just in case hateful people in her life decide to do horrible things.

Wedding arrangements, Outaversary arrangements, trying to hold my tongue about interpersonal bullshit for Beloved's sake. It's all a heap of straws on this camel's back.

And it turns out that the doc I thought I had is MISSING 30K words [I have been through this

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Challenge #03506-I218: A Different Contraband

They worked hard to build their own custom ship. It took them a long time, and a lot of funds, and a ton of very hard work. They made sure the ship had the strongest shields and safety features they could build, and, of course, all the amenities that they, and their family and friends, could ever want or need. The first ship in their small business. What business? Smuggling Dereggers to safety. -- Anon Guest

Raymond Barnet, Security Inspector for the

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