OOC CHOCOLATE!

Wed, 08 Sep 2004 22:31:13 GMT

Out of character, but I can't contain myself-

Chocolate Festival in Ghiardelli Square this weekend!!!!
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I'm going up on Sunday, and plan to indulge in the decadence.
Only about half my friends really even care for chocolate. I myself am picky (Hershy's doesn't even count)

I've been to this event though, and let me tell you, it's well worth going. It is an epicurian's fantasy.

*sigh*

X-Posted "A Rogue by any other name"

Thu, 02 Sep 2004 19:07:02 GMT

As expected, I will begin my FF LJ with a cross post from my CTY journal

. . .

Settling into my rough sailor's cot in the hidden town of Norg, I began to reflect on my recent adventures...

Legendary Catnip Scout Ranger Nyiri had long been speaking with me about training toather for some time. She would take the guise of a ninja, and I would continue to refine my Warrior skills. When the day finally presented itself recently, I was so excited I managed to rope both of my childhood friends, Hemmingway and Harrow into joining us. Not only that, somehow I managed to attract CTY's own resident crafts master into the cause, Thistle!

Blades and voices rose and fell as the path between the burning jungles and the outlaw town of Norg became a bit safer due to our efforts. We all got tired, dirty, and much more experienced together. I stumbled off with sore muscles, barely able to see straight by the end into the alleyways of Norg for a bit of rest.

I canvassed the inhabitants of Norg the next morning to see if there was a way to establish my character in this infamous place. I came upon a nervous little man who tried to impress upon me the importance of some lost items the saughin had supposedly made away with. He seemed to me the sort of man who shuffled through his cargo manifests and paid more attention to his ale mug than his duties.

I gave him a stern look that said "I am a Bastoker, and I don't shirk *my* responsibilities", and told him I would find this hidden store-room of his and return some item of note so it was known where the crates had gotten off to.

A few moments later the enormity of what I had just promised hit me as I neared the threshold of the city. My hand strayed to my belt pouch where a less than half full bottle of Silent Oil was stored away. I strained to remember the tales whispered to me in the Selbinia shipyards on those late nights I spent fishing there. Suddenly I was snapped back to reality by a tune being thrashed out on a flashy accordian played by a Taru dressed in sailor's stripes, who was also doing a jig. His every movement seemed to mock my indecision!

I curled my hand into a fist and shook it towards the heavens. "I KEEP MY PROMISES!"
The Taru blinked at me, didn't stop playing his song and said "All righty, matey, watey!"
I strode with purpouse and passion into the Grotto once more.

The bottle got lighter and lighter as I sought low and high through the caverns of the grotto. Sneering saughins and foul smelling bats dogged my steps, but did not attack me. At last I cam to the legendary silver door and desperately sought the imprint where my cold, gleaming silver beastcoin would allow me to pass. My heart was pounding as if it sought to escape through my ears. Beyond the door, I shuffled through the half submerged labyrinth, clutching at the handle of my Centurion's Axe and frantically looking for some sign of a hidden lair.

At last I found it. With my bottle of Silent Oil dry, and another secret of the Tenshodo's customs was mine. Reading my hard won Warp Scroll, I vacated to the hidden town of Norg once more. Suprisingly to me, after getting the already satisfying feeling of showing that inept little clerk how business is truly handled, I was handed a scroll with elaborate calligraphy covering it.

By candlelight and a well deserved tankard of Pugil Wash (the local Norg brew.. hardly worhty of cleaning my boots, but the man selling it looked as if he had eaten several Galka to gain his current stature, and mumbled it was his own creation), I discovered I had indeed been handed the much sought after secrets of Utsemi for the arts of the Ninja.

Basyx, humble Bastoker

OOC CHOCOLATE!

X-Posted "A Rogue by any other name"