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May the Fourth be with you all!!! and no one, please...... try and use the force for bad, or I will be upset...
*A custard pie mysteriously rises, seemingly unaided, from its place on the table and hurtles into the face of Tempest Bluffs - sniggering can be heard from somewhere in the room*
(the snickering was me)
hello! I am a traveller from karma come check us out!
Welcome, Trav'ler
You put me in a few days coma, how dare?!
Help I'm covered in wooloo wool...
Hi all -- this is my previously abandoned main.
Solidarity,
Huld/Shiva
heya! i didn't know i could type here using my main
*A sheep wanders off from the herd, approaching the ancient and weathered bulletin board upon which questions have been appearing since time immemorial. It looks at the bulletin board and baas gently. As it's call fades, a wind kicks up, gentle at first, rippling through the heygrass and wild flowers, before growing in strength and peeling away the last paper on the board. The sheep baas again, in thanks before turning around and wandering back to the herd, which resumes grazing.
As the herd wanders farther afield in search of more luscious grass to graze, a new sheet of parchment appears on the board
It reads:
"unOFFICIAL QUESTION OF THE WHENEVER:
Today is the first day of an ancient holy festival and celebration whose origins date back to the time before the kingdom was founded, even before the empire which the kingdom broke away from was founded, even before the kingdom that formed the empire that the current kingdo-... you get the picture, it's an old holiday.
Tradition dictates that on this day, a group of young men from town gathers their axes and delves into the local forest, there in the heart of the woods to find an ancient oak, and cut it down. The Oak will then be dragged back to the center of town, stripped of its leaves and branches and stood up. Then the village maidens will dance around it, adorned in garlands and will weave ribbons together to cover the tree. Over the next seven days of festivities different offerings will be left around the base of the tree until, on the final evening they will all be set alight and burnt to channel all the energy put into the celebration into the air and the earth in the hopes of a good harvest.
Merida, the druid who protects the local forests, is steadfastly against this practice, and would prefer it if none of her Oak trees, ancient or otherwise, were cut down over such silly superstitions.
How will you pacify Merida, and allow the holiday to take place? Or will you side with the druid, and prevent the celebration?
The paper flutters in the breeze for a moment before another, smaller piece of paper appears below it. Written on it are a few simple words:
HAVE YOU ENDORSED YOUR WORLD ASSEMBLY DELEGATE YET? IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
I would let the feast continue, but ensuring Merida’s support by dictating that for every tree cut down (for, for example, the festival) three new ones must be planted, thereby also ensuring there will be trees for the future feasts
I feel like I already do this in Minecraft
Morning. I feel like I only slept for two hours, but I really slept for 4... yesterday I slept for about...... I guess the same amount of time
*As the sun rises over the rolling hills of Caer Sidi, the Sage of Sheepy Hollow himself descends upon the bulletin board, several sheep from the herd accompany him. The sage is short statured, only a little taller than the sheep he is guardian of, and almost more beard than anything else. The pristine whiteness of his bushy beard an almost perfect mimicry of the wool of his flocklings, though it is "decorated" with blades of grass, and there seem to be flowers either woven into it, or else growing out of it.
The sage eyes the bulletin board, and then lifts his crook, his personal symbol and the sign carried by all shepherd's in his honor. Though his is adorned with a crystal that floats on its own in the curve of the wood. As the sun hits the crystal it casts a rainbow across the bulletin board, and the papers on the board shift and change with the old one turning into a burst of butterflies that drift away as butterflies are wont to do.
After a moment the sage surveys his work, and seeming pleased with it, walks away from the bulletin board, wandering out amongst the flock until he simply seems to vanish in amongst the sheep. The new page reads:*
"unOFFFICAL QUESTION OF THE WHENEVER: You are awakened, as you often are, by a frantic pounding on your front door. Bleary eyed and yawning you open the door to find Jethro, a young man who has only recently attained his shepherd's license, on your doorstep. He seems distressed, and without waiting for your invitation he makes his way into your kitchen and throws himself upon your table, sobbing openly.
Since you cannot seem to make yourself heard above his cries, you make yourself, and the young Shepherd, some breakfast, and a cup of tea. A cup of tea makes everything better, or so your mother has always told you.
Eventually, and in between bites of eggs and bacon, Jethro fills you in on his dilemma.
Jethro is madly in love with Nestor, the local farmboy and chosen champion of the spirit of Fate. Jethro and Nestor had been getting along with each other quite well until a few days ago. Jethro made a comment, Nestor took it the wrong way, it became a thing, and Nestor stormed off. Jethro was getting ready to apologize when he went to Nestor's farm to discover that Sir Percival of Berg, the legendary pirate captain and well known philanderer, was visiting.
Jethro has convinced himself that Percival is going to steal Nestor away from him, and that he has missed his chance at true love.
How do you calm Jethro down, and what advice do you give him about his relationship woes?
*Beneath the page two more missives hang, the first reads:*
HAVE YOU ENDORSED YOUR WORLD ASSEMBLY DELEGATE YET? IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
*and next to that hangs one that reads:*
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE
Well I don´t feel competent enough for relationship advices, but I am sure Jethro can still apologize and talk everything out with Nestor.
Also:
Happy Pride Month!
I'd help Jethro throw a party for all the pretty, pretty boys in town and make Nestor the GoH. I'd have Sheepy Hollow, the local very talented bard, write a special magical ballad, telling of Jethro's love to Nestor, for Jethro to sing at the party without the Sheep telling anyone they are the real author. I'd bribe Sheepy Hollow to do so if necessary with especially tasty leaves of tender romaine lettuce. Happy Pride!
Happy late Pride! I'm covered in glitter, and yes, it was from a glitter bomb.
Not all that glitters is gold.
*baas and trots over to drop a bag of silver coins at your feet.*
So, we just got a mountain of rain and part of a city downtown had to close. And I'm talking phones glitching, lights flickering, type of storm. It's kinda cool.
it isn't always advisable, but sitting on the porch watching a storm roll in is a great pastime lol
I did that, but it was late at night when I sent that. So I just stayed in one room with my dog
Heya all! I hope everyone is having a great start to their July!!! On Caer Sidi's discord, we have a channel dedicated to daily good vibes. I'd like to start sharing them here as well!
Check out this song by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjFaenf1T-Y
And this adorable image! http://bit.ly/4cHoIxQ
Hey everyone!
Ah, the other great octopus flag :)
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