Journal entry on psyching yourself up/out
There’s power in physically telling yourself to stop thinking something.
There’s power in physically telling yourself to stop thinking something.
This event occurred on August 23, 2019 and was recorded by Kane Driscol.
Veron shook his head, he hated trusting demons. “Let’s do this, then.”
The cave was so bright he forgot what darkness meant. It wasn’t until a moment later that pitch black enveloped his vision, and a small cackle filled his mind. His heart sank slightly, being unable to see anything, but he was unable to fight the process.
Laddy rested his hand on a small dagger that to Tilly had appeared from nowhere like magic. The handle was a deep rust color and the blade was made of pure obsidian. It was well cared for. As soon as she had seen it Laddy whisked it away stashing it in some place Tilly could not see.
Lorcan expected that perhaps they would roll out some long red ribbon for him to walk on, and would play trumpets at his return. But, that would be ridiculous. Long red ribbons were expensive and impractical, and trumpets weren’t to be invented for several centuries.
For a moment he feared the dream that had woken him was more than a dream, and that he was once again in the time before time; that he had somehow returned to the age of Gods.
Inkom is a land well-known in Terrasylvae for its savage people. Anyone who goes to Inkom is presumed to be lost forever, and will NOT be rescued. So why did Miren & Shay decide to go?
Shay could clearly see everything. Everything. That was wrong. It couldn’t have been more than midnight, and it was a new moon out. It should have been dark as the deepest sea. She looked down at the blade of her sword. A glowing, flickering orange, reflected back.
“The real and invariable nature of a thing is comprised of little details. The more closely you can observe and define something, the better you will understand it.”
Tilly’s Mess Before the Dress! Paint waterslide with a paint war after, Cheeto throwing contest, donut eating contest, fire breathing, making goo and spear the beer! Thanks to everyone who could come! It was a delightful mess!