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4 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
4 yrs ago
The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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5 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
5 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
5 yrs ago
The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.

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The Harbinger of Ferocity


Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.

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@Pyromaniacwolf @DocRock
Chapter I
"With each cut into the trunks of the palms with your crude hand-knife, you are content in having a better assessment and surveying of your path. While it will not lead you directly back to your hovel on the beach, it will certainly get you to the safety of the shoreline should something dangerous in the tropical wilds confront you. Thoughts of dark jungles with howling apes, roaring cats, vile insects, and dangerous serpents abound in your thoughts for a moment but your rationality confronts you that you have seen no such animal of any variety at all, for better or worse. This troubles you, however, more than it relieves you but you cannot name why. A deserted island is deserted after all, is it not? Just why should there be animals? Is your own mind playing tricks upon you once again?"

"Wandering again through the undergrowth and humid wood, you claw into various trunks your mark before pausing to observe the sun. High above you now, noontime or at least closer to it, you realize that you do indeed need sustenance perhaps more than anything. While water appears plentiful, lack of animals and questionably edible plants pose a problem of their own, as does nightfall. The subtle shiver that courses down your spine makes you shake your head away from the thoughts that attempt to rise up from your depths..."
So I suppose that comes down to are we or are we not taking a short rest? Those who are not injured could well set up a counter-attack for anything that comes wandering or lurking but if we rush, we will need expend our very finite resources with no idea just how much further the cave goes for the group. We haven't a way to safely scout through it either, not as with Torus' familiar. Given the ambush could be set and a short rest is not realistically that long a period of time, and we are starting to dip into resources, that is my vote. If we use what we have now we might find our party stuck deeper in the cave without anything versus suffer potentially another attack.
In this vein, I too have been exposed to oleoresin capsicum sprays and unlike that of the aforementioned gas chambers too, it was significantly worse in every regard. It does create the appreciation of not being sprayed and the caution needed for its employment. As a bonus fact, I do indeed still have my card from that day.
Seems we are missing but one then now as to what the approach will be and what is being done post battle. @Ryonara, have you anything for us? It has been a few days.
In a related vein to @Gunther's recounting, I have witnessed persons attempt to don protective masks without the filters, then question why they cannot breathe. For some reason one wonders why I haven't the highest of hopes or belief in humanity.
Lost in the Echo (Paul Udarov Variant)



My appreciation for certain aesthetics never seem to change, even many years later.
It matters not how much I sleep truthfully, I do always prefer to sleep more. The world of dreams always calls with its looming haze beckoning, off to live lives many times over yet again. The waking world often comes to be far less exciting in contrast.
I still await to hear back on who needs healing, as in their Hit Dice are completely expended during the short rest or rolled very poorly. Brannor has but 15 points of healing he can provide and will retain some for an emergency, say someone is downed in a fight, but that still provides 10 or so hit points that can be distributed.
So long as we can continue to receive posts to the topic, @DocRock, @Pyromaniacwolf, @Typical, there is no real reason to worry. If the subject drops off long enough from the minds of all, that is when we need be concerned. All I ask is that as much participation that can be afforded, is.
@Pyromaniacwolf @Typical
Chapter I
"While in this moment you haven't the materials to affix the stone to the wood, you could attempt other means, hopeful that they would be so long lasting or function in return or by perhaps sacrificing some of your precious few materials... or by mere quality of being a crafty mind. Debating among your crude tools, you shoot suspicious stares off into the wild wood around you, worried that despite the tranquil morning, sun clocking nearer and nearer to noon, that your bout of fortune in quiet and serenity after the thoughtless horrors only hours before would not last. Your suspicion is not without place either, who knows what manner of thing lived or lives within this place or just who else, and dread to think of it what else, survived the seas on to the beach."

"At this brief impasse now, just what to make said spears out of, you can only hope that you will not need them. A child of the sea you might be and based upon your tattoos that line the inner meat of your arms, a true sailor at that, the use of said weapons is not strange, but you are at disadvantage here. Some crucial parts of your memory lie lost to the darkness, perhaps only to surface again later or if dared to be dredged through, but there is sufficient familiarity with these poles and wicked stones that you are not hapless before any would-be aggressor here."
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