It felt very strange to be back in Valdyas, even though Sarabal is full of Síthi. It didn’t help that we were in Turenay rather earlier (in real time) than I’d expected and I had to take over almost unprepared. Note: I don’t have much in the way of notes…

Athal’s last entry –well, the first part of it, because it’s another long one and I know that at least three people are waiting to read it– because we’re back in Valdyas and I’ve taken over the campaign again. I’m unlikely to stop posting roleplaying writeups, my own and others’,…

Here’s Athal catching himself thinking like an Iss-Peranian, more than once. Fortunately, it’s likely that he’ll be on the next <shudder> ship home, and only because it wasn’t feasible to catch the one that was just leaving. When a page and a maid came to wake us, it was already…

Was this really only one day? I think yes, though we slept for a few hours in the middle of it. It did end around midnight– the in-world day, that is, we ended neatly at 10:50. Unresolved questions: what on earth was Selle’s message? It must have been important. And…

The break in the story doesn’t coincide completely with the break in the session; we stopped just before the allies came in and picked it up again from there. It wasn’t long after that until we gained too much momentum to stop. At one point I was worried whether I’d…

I had such a spiffy title for this, but it went away, confound it. Posting in two parts to stop myself thinking I need to finish writing it all in one go; next one (with action!) coming today or tomorrow. The session was interrupted by Raisse’s player trying (without success)…

Writing this between services, waiting for eggs and prosphora and rye bread, things like that. If I don’t do it now I won’t do it until Easter Monday at the earliest, and it won’t be so fresh (and I know that some people are very eager to read it). When…

I got up very early with the intention to pray to Timoine. There was an ornamental fountain in our courtyard: the water came through pipes, not directly out of the ground as a spring, but at least it was emerging water, and behind it I found a patch of grass…

There was too much wind for skating, otherwise this would have been the last writeup of the season written in the Skating Cafe (as most of the rest have been since October). I’ll miss my weekly hour of ambient noise that’s practically guaranteed to be nothing to do with me,…

We’d been promised a session that wasn’t all Guild work, and lo! it came to pass. Instead, we got culture shock, and intrigue, and more culture shock, and a doddering old man who can hardly be dangerous any more even if he probably was when he was younger, and a…