Author Topic: The Wanderings of Harr J'qarr (Read 4080 times)

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #25 on:** February 21, 2018, 05:10:46 PM »

J'qarr's opinion on tsuika has softened. It is a fine drink when consumed in prodigious quantity. At least then, he can sleep

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #26 on:** February 22, 2018, 04:46:14 PM »

He has lost his taste for wine. It is not strong enough.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #27 on:** February 27, 2018, 05:46:45 PM »

The sun would rise again, but he fears to take comfort in its warmth. How long until it should set again and he would once more chase dragons to his sleep?

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #28 on:** February 27, 2018, 08:07:52 PM »

One cannot be both a Great Man and a good man. Achieving the former seems to require a sacrifice of the latter.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #29 on:** February 28, 2018, 12:22:34 PM »

She wears her scars with shame, not knowing their strength. Flesh is cheap; beauty is passing. Scars show us what we're made of. They are her glory, to be worn with pride.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #30 on:** March 02, 2018, 10:58:07 PM »

Veins ache, nerves burn, joints groan with the strain.. but it was the first night in many he did not follow dragons to his sleep. It was an unexpected tenderness, a thing to be treasured.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #31 on:** March 04, 2018, 10:40:10 AM »

Still waters run deep, but what horrors lie beneath the depths?

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #32 on:** March 07, 2018, 07:05:31 AM »

This one's dreams grow darker of late. Clinging, clawing, longing. Something itching at the corners of his vision. It is a siren, calling him but to where he knows not. The thing terrifies him.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #33 on:** March 10, 2018, 02:02:38 PM »

Old wounds spring fresh new blood. He cannot trust the sun, for she will only set again. It is perhaps better, this way.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #34 on:** March 11, 2018, 03:44:36 PM »

Oh if but the flesh alone was enough to satiate. It would be much easier, this, for flesh is cheap. Companionship is much harder to find.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #35 on:** March 14, 2018, 03:24:55 PM »

It is in strange ports, a ship finds shelter from the storm. Soon the pains will fall away, and he will remain.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #36 on:** March 21, 2018, 03:25:59 AM »

So close to leaving the dragon behind, and yet its claws clutch him still. He must be more careful where he does business, it is so. There are days he struggles still, and nights where he cannot sleep.. but this is not one of them. She is a welcoming creature. In her bed he finds peace, however temporary. Here, the dragon cannot claim him.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #37 on:** March 22, 2018, 11:52:10 AM »

Crimes have a way of catching up to a man. It is a pity, this.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #38 on:** March 25, 2018, 05:23:04 AM »

Port-a-Lucine. A nest of a thousand spiders, each weaving webs to catch the other.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #39 on:** March 25, 2018, 03:10:30 PM »

The slowest blade is the surest cut.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #40 on:** March 26, 2018, 03:41:19 AM »

On this day, J'qarr's work is complete.. and yet has only just begun. He has achieved his aims, only to broaden the scope of them. Yet still, he may sleep this night satisfied. Not even the dragons may chase him away.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #41 on:** March 27, 2018, 04:39:00 AM »

On this day J'qarr transformed a man into a chicken. He is full of regret.

.. Mostly.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #42 on:** April 01, 2018, 11:51:45 PM »

Another demon laid to rest. Now he must deal with his own...

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #43 on:** April 02, 2018, 08:13:22 PM »

Today J'qarr discovered fried cheese. It was the best day.

ViktorYouFool · « **Reply #44 on:** April 22, 2018, 05:52:28 AM »

Much time has passed since last this one wrote and much has thus transpired. He has been broken and made whole, found the seeds of faith, and seen them crushed. He has lost people and found them. Tonight, he crosses off one more goal from his list, though names there yet linger.

All things in time.

J'qarr is made of patience.