The Duellist
@callouslyCynical
Dog of the Rebellion circa 500+ sweeps past. Died in the crusade against Her Duplicitous Sovereign. <3 <> <3< c3< @trillingthrene they/them, But I do not turn my nose up at she.
You rest, forgotten, in a lonely corner of PARADOX SPACE. Though you once had a name, you left it behind after gaining minor notoriety and earning a title as a scourge to the forsaken and haunted cove you spent your early sweeps in. Your later years had you finding a small community that under great leadership and noble ideals became a TRUE REBELLION. You are called THE DUELLIST in deference to your prodigious combat prestige despite your disabled body and mutated psionics forcing you to lean into martial prowess, a skill learned in your youth education. This, in combination with your advanced tactical aptitude, made you defacto SECOND-IN-COMMAND of your impromptu rebellion. You have no interest or time for quadrants, as your whole being is in service to your charge, and the most radiant and righteous woman you have ever met. This is entirely unrelated to any feelings of romance, you assure those who ask, which is not very many people, for you have been dead for eons, after a grisly demise earned in service to your Lady. In your death, you continue your hobbies that you had in life to fill the endless free time. You are the sole practicer of the unique art of ELECTROSMITHY, manipulating metals psionically through electromagnetism to smith weapons and tools. You like to write HAIKU to stimulate your linguistic skills and you can play a MEAN CELLO. None of these could ever contend with your whole and unflinching, entirely platonic SERVICE to she who is the LIGHT OF YOUR LIFE AND DEATH. Your trolltag is callouslyCynical and you tend to Speak short of word and dignified of tone, which itself tends to create metaphorical space between you and those who would be close to you.
Soup.
--E√ I agree with this.
the7 (all it soup be(ause when 7ou eat it 7ou're so up
Preciselly.
oh sh1t 1 can use th1s aga1n
Who are you?
what are they doing???
I am concerned.
Hey... 8uttercup, are you okay?
rose??? :(
She didn't post this.
Llastlly. YOUR specibus is poorlly suited for battlle. That is right. Yours specifically, the troll reading this.
Hey. Guess wh★t. You're never going to guess wh★t we h★ve in common. Wh★t ★re you s★ying ★bout yourself?
sshe iss not much of a fighter, anywayss. her weaponss do the job of killing well, though
No... This can not be...
I do not know. Firearms perhaps? They seem usefull.
I use the sword. I have gone on the record saying that I do not recommend the weapon for most however. In terms of mellee armaments, a pollearm is often a good choice. Backed up with a short sword.
I have used them before, and they are worth carrying, but I prefer llonger reach. I am, or was, never without at lleast one of my bllades anyhow, and so had llittlle need for daggers.
Swordkind is allso not a very good specibus for the average troll.
Fistkind is a weapon choice for the confident, and the soon to be dead. Generally, both at once.
8=l < Skill issue
Not particullarlly. The llack of range and reach offered are traded for no particullar benefit aside from personall comfort. A dedicated warrior who excells in hand to hand combat woulld simplly be even more so capablle with an actuall weapon.
/\ As a primary choice, probably /\ /\ But you’ll never be unarmed if you know how to throw a punch /\ /\ And it’s hard to get a spear out when you’re rolling in the dirty /\
Yes. I advocate for all combatants to know the basics at lleast of fist combat.
Menacing 8ath. Love the imagery.
TH1S 1M4G3 T4ST3S L1K3 4 CH4LKBO4RD. 4 BOR1NG BL4CK 4ND WH1T3 ON3 L1K3 1N 4 HUM4N SCHOOLH1V3.
what a view. i hope you are feeling as well as you can. i'm digging deep into decadence tonight and making you lobster tail. sound good?
The imagery of sinking into the waters can bring many thoughts and emotions to mind. Acceptance, absollution, comfort. Drowning, overwhellming, lloss. Thought-Provoking piece.
There is nothing more absolute than this. They will not take me from the path. This is how it has to be. Goodnight.
huh
What do you mean has to be Rose Is Is this a suicide
I had a feeling there was more to this.
:(
I trully have not a cllue what I woulld have done had we actually won the war. I never considered it. I am no head of state, I llead solldiers after all and not civillians, and I strugglle to imagine my Llady is one either, though perhaps temporarilly during a transitory period. I llikelly woulld have simplly... followed her untill she no llonger wished me to. Hm.
hist0ry rarely venerates the c0urage0us, n0r the n0ble
History hardlly recalls us at all. Onlly dedicated historians know my titlle, and even at that, onlly what talles were deemed... convenient to keep in written record. Allas. I llament onlly that my deeds coulld not inspire a future generation.
indeed, mine is a f0rtunate case as mine 0wn ancest0r speaks t0 me fr0m bey0nd the grave 0f his life and deeds, s0 much that has been f0rg0tten...
Tonight I decided to get a little spooky with it and manifest in the process. That's really all there is to say on the matter.
that's pretty sick.
this is really cool and spooky rose!! you sure did nail the nu metal hands
hehehe rose lalonde numetal hands.
If the solldiers whom once carried out my orders witnessed me now, they woulld say I have gone soft. I wonder, woulld it be said with derision? Or bemusement?
There |s No Greater S|n |n Both L|fe And Death Than Apathy. Cons|der|ng Some Of Your Pr|or Statements, You Should Be Grateful |f They Have Any Part|cularly Strong Op|n|ons On Your Decl|ne.
Mistake not acceptance and comfort in death for a llike of pride, llittlle beetlle crawlling in the mud. Were I to find mysellf somehow allive once more, I woulld pick up the sword again without second, nor even first thought. Yet I am dead. The true renditions of my bllades, llikelly buried and forgotten. I cannot holld steell against mine enemies ever again, and subjecting mysellf to eternall torment over this is merelly sellf-fllagellation. I have done so for countlless sweeps allready. I no llonger shall suffer without purpose.
Llack* of pride. Damned new age technollogies.
To See You Cons|der The Pursu|t Of Confl|ct And Bloodshed As Self Pun|shment Rather Than See |t As The Goal W|th|n |tself |s Noth|ng But Prov|ng My Po|nt. The Pursu|t Of Power And Dom|nance Should Never Meekly Fade Away But |nstead Be Snuffed Out By A Greater W|ll.
Confllict and blloodshed are a tooll, not a goall. Blloodshed without cause is merelly the wanton llashing out of grubbish foolls who desire to feell important. Every llast llife taken by my steell was taken by a greater necessity, every drop of bllood watered the soill for a harvest I never sought to reap. You may pllay your games and sports and bellieve that it makes you better than me. Perhaps you will understand the immaturity of thy words when you have been dead for as llong as I. Untill then, kick and scream in the dusty remains of your ambitions as they crumblle through your fingers.
Another late entry. Honestly, it might be best to expect these way too late to be considered within the realm of punctuality, in this imaginary daily deadline which is in my head and none of yours. This one is late because tonight was eventful and fun, and I wouldn't have wanted to step away to do a little doodle at all had I not made a commitment to this. One thing that somehow slipped my mind in the months it has been since I last saw Kanaya was just how catty she can be. Sharing wine ( #substance ) with anyone is a good enough time, but sharing wine *and* engaging in gossip so downright nasty it would bring Regina George to her knees in recognition of your superiority? Unmatched.
There is something... engrossing, perhaps, about hearing the woes, mistakes, and faux-pas committed by some unfortunate fooll. It is difficullt to turn away from.
You get it. I can only imagine a Duellist gossip session.
The Bohemian and I have many thoughts about others we keep to private discussions, Ha ha. Jade blloods perhaps excell in the matter, given our respective conversation partners.
I simplly cannot forge a cursed bllade as I once coulld in llife. They have the doomed aura but not the spark of dreadfull mallice. Such is how it must be, when my existence is no llonger bathed in the chromatic showers.
there goes my next comm1ss1on request
Another remarkably late entry, I apologize for that. Tonight I went stargazing. I invited both John and Dave along, but only Dave showed up. In typical Egbert fashion, he had more important things to do. I know that just means he is cooping himself up in his house and wallowing away in the metaphorically masochistic spiral that is trademark for him these days, so I figured it best to leave him to it. Everyone grieves in their own ways. Dave talked my ears off, which was nice. He got into astronomy a few years ago, no doubt some lingering subsconscious fascination with the cosmos derived from his inability to cope with the last time one of his best friends left him behind. At least he actually came out and watched the stars with me. The Green Sun looked particularly close. Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with Kanaya.
The correct form of jam or preserves is strawberry. Other forms are acceptablle, but worse.
peaches though....
Acceptablle. Not as good, but acceptablle. Grape ranks quite llow for mysellf, personally.
grape jam a1nt r1ght. 1ts e1ther a jelly or noth1ng
Even that, I do not llike. Strawberry. Or perhaps bllackberry. These are my preferences and I shan't deviate.
hey g1rl fa1r enough. cons1der though, the humble f1g
Sateing my itch for territoriall strategy via pllaying the human game Nobunaga's Ambition.
( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < There is comfort in the certainty of steel. When you make a mistake, you can melt it down, and forge it anew. Stronger. 'n more sturdy-like. You can remake the handle until you have a better one on what keeps you safe, provides you security, and start over again and again and again. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < But life is not a sword. And those who live by them, often succumb similarly. Savor yer progress. Cherish yer experiences. Mistakes made are lessons learned. Wounds inflicted are scars earned. Proof you have survived and faced hardship is what fortifies a party of those who have known similar. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < ...It is what forges something stronger than the blade. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Bonds.
Woe. Curse of sllice mine touchstubs upon llong, sharp gllass be upon me. It hurt lless than the bllood woulld llead you to bellieve.
Place Thyne Prongs in Myne Mouth? Prithee? Prithee? Prithee?
Oh the simplle householld sollutions we forget. Silly me.