3. Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • ::on the back of scroll of Less Restoraation from Katya's stash the pateneted glowing scrawl of Cera's lays lopsided::

    We…we we are very ..so sorry, Mojo.. Please forgive us. I did not mean to yell at you But can you not hear our little Clover? She hurts... All becauase of you and your Voices..my Voices..Maybe...you were right...Mojo..She...should not have lisen to you...anymore..anymore


  • ::yet another scrap of parchment…irregular as any before it in shape...the same child-lke and glowing handwriting::

    Finally, she sleeps.. Mojo..what are we going to do?The Kind Lady and Ele..they canot help.. no tea no prayer can stop you from talking …RedJack? Redjack? What about Teapot RedJack? We could go to him..but this is not a thing golddisks can help...The Stones... but we cannot sit inside the Stoens forever.. And we have not done so well at figuring out how bring ourself my own Stones. Mojo... CLover... PRetty C No PrettyC knows even the Power Pixies cannot stop Mojo, Mojo.. What? NO! Mojo HATES You! You will not take my Clover from me!


  • ::on another edge torn shet of parchemnt, that same child-like, manuscript with the pastel rainbow glow::

    She is up again, Mojo.. You will let ehr be.. Why? Tell me?! You will not let her be… The only times she stops crying is among the Stones...... or r or if she is finally so tired or hungry she finally eats or falls off to sleep. I hATE you MOjo! Leave her ALONE! Clover does not belong to you! She is just a baby.. Please, Mojo.... do not talk to her yet. Mojo is begging you , Mojo. Leave her be


  • ::on a parchment, torn around the corners in a penmanship of a child and lettering in a glowing and shifting pastel rainbow::

    Mojo, it has been forever since we last alked in i nk. No one talks straight anymre.. And I do not know how much more of the Kind Lady's drink I can stand to kep drinking just…so they will talk right.. The Kind Lady makes it stronger now.. You know that.. so not everyone has to drink it now.. But I cannot drink one more drop. I think I will be talking in ink more often.. Maybe they do not talk straight anymore but they at least can can tak in ink straight.. The Teapots who can talk in ink at all. oh gotta go, Mojo.. Clover woke up.. You know how happy we were that she was born... awake. I'm not so sure that i a good thing anymore.. Why don't you leave her alone, Mojo? Leave her ALONE! You are loud enough my head already.


  • A Little Bird

    It was a cold morning in the Gypsy Tree, not an unuusal thing unless you were nearer one of the fires. Normally, the cold was not a bother to Cera. She awoke to greet it as she had countless morning before on her bedding beside the cooking fire. Wrapping herself up in her blankets she set groggily up and bathed for a while in the cooking fire's warm glow, still partially sleeping.

    While sitting there, growing warm and cozy to swish she did not have to get up wash up in that cold, cold natural pool, a stray thought hit Cera''s voice-cluttered mind. She sniffed at her nice and toasty blankets and bedding and wondered if she should launder them.. It had been a while since she cleaned them. In fact last time she had to clean them because of a little accident with that gift of Sune's, the feritility cycle. That blood had been murder to get out.

    With half-dread, Cera disentangled herself from her warm blankets and regretting it as goooze bumps from the relatively chill air outside the blankets rose all over her mocha toend skin. Shivering lightly, Cera still wanted to make sure she didn't have to get any more blood out this…time.

    Her search was slow, turning the bedding and blankets out and over as she thought on.... Come to think of it... it had been more than a month since she had last been blessed with Sune's gift, perhaps even longer. Not since that time in Norwick when she...

    Her eyes widened at a realization and her bedding and blankets were forgotten. She darted from her firedside bedding straight for the tables she, Elera and Katya used as workspace to find them and Jeni already up.

    Katya greeted Cera first, "Well Good Morning, my dear. You did sleep late this morning. You should get something on before the first gali gets here "

    Jeni giggled handing Katya a pinch of a powdered herb she had asked for, "Yeah..before Jonni tries to peek again."

    Elera added, "Or atleast before you catch cold, it's chillier than usual it seems like."

    Cera was too distracted to realized she had forgotten to put anything on before leaving the cooking fire where she slept. She gave a nervous giggle, "Mojo is fine...thankie.. but.. uh.. Kind Lady.. Mojo might be in...twrouble.."

    They helped Cera back to the cooking fire and her bedding, while she explained everything to them. Jeni plucked out a hairbrush from all of Cera's things and sat behind her, brushing out Cera's sleep-worn blue tresses. WJem Elera and Katya picked out one of Cera's dresses and helped her into it. Jeni pouted when she had to start all over again.with Cera's hair.

    Once Cera was decent enough to go about Camp if she must and Jeni had gotten her ribbon tied into her hair, Katya held Cera's hand, "Don't worry...we can find out for sure."

    Now they could hae sent Jeni off to go play if they ahd really thought about it but hindsight is 20/20. Later that same day when Jeni finally did see her brother, Jonni, she just had to taunt him, "I know something you don't know.." She knew she had sworn not tell anyone else but this only her brother,it wouldn't hurt to tell only him.

    Jonni frowned, "What?"

    Jeni giggled and jumpeda round her brother, "It's a secret. I can't tell you.."

    Jonni, hmphed and a moment then a lihght in is own eyes put a grin on his face, "If you don't.. I' going to tell Auntie Katya abou-"

    Jenni quickly intterrupted him, she wanted to tell him anyway, "okkie Okay! But you've got to promise not tell anyone else"

    Jonni crossed his fingers behind his back and held up his other hand, "I promise.."

    Jeni knew her brother better than that but...she was dying to tell him anyway..and so se whispered the events of that morning into his ear. From there a godo many of the Camp children all giggling and making each other promise that same promise all around Camp.

    Graadvul came upon one these michievious, giggling groups near Dart's favorite set-up... Just as he was about to scatter them or make them move and stop bothering old Dart his ears caught one of those deatils they were whispering about..

    It is little wonder then the whole Camp couldn't believe their ears..not Baba Cera. What did the gaje, RedJack's special purpose have to do with it? The Children knew...and giggled everytime one of the grown-ups asked..

    Little birds come in many forms and tell you many things...these ones let it be known that Cera Amalith was pregnant...something she was sure she did not want so many people knowing so soon.


  • Cera's Biological Family Tree - (Not to be mistaken for the spider web of relations she has adopted herself into in her time in Narfell.)

    Evenwoods

    (Dead - Old Age) Randal Evenwood (human male) - (Retreated to Evermeet) Arowyn Evenwood (moon elf female)
    offspring - 1 son
    (Entombed by spell of Imprisonment) Darvin Evenwood (half-elf male)

    Amaliths

    (Retreated to Evermeet) Nym Amalith (wood elf male) - (Followed Nym to Evermeet) Vastele Amalith (wood elf female)
    offspring - 3 daughters
    (Entombed by spell of Imprisonment) Amra Amalith (wood elf female), (Druid in the Cold Wood) Taowyn Amalith (wood elf female), (Resides in Everseka) Talindra Amalith (wood elf female)

    Evenwood-Amaliths

    (Entombed by spell of Imprisonment) Darvin Evenwood (half-elf male) - (Entombed by spell of Imprisonment) Amra Amalith (wood elf female)
    offspring - 2 daughters
    (Entombed by spell of Imprisonment) Nala Amalith (half-elf female), 7 years older than Cera
    (Transcended and Residing in Narfell) Cera Amalith (half-elf female)

    Amaliths

    (Dead Lost to Shadows) Coin (human male) - (Transcended and Residing in Narfell) Cera Amalith (half-elf female)
    offspring - 1 daughter
    (Residing in Silverymoon) Sakura Amalith (human female)

    (Deceased) Redjack Rodgers (sp?) (human male) - (Transcended and Residing in Narfell) Cera Amalith (half-elf female)
    offspring - 1 daughter
    (Transcended Demi-Plane) Clover Amalith (human female)

    (Residing in Silverymoon) Merwynd Moonbow (moon elf male) - (Deceased) Sakura Amalith (human female)
    offspring 1 son & 1 daughter
    (Residng in Silverymoon) Galen Moonbow (half-elf male) 5 years older than Cherry
    (Splitting time between Silverymoon and Narfell) Cherry Amalith (half-elf female)

    Moonbows

    (Residing in Silverymoon) Galen Moonbow (half-elf male) - (Residing in Silverymoon) Imizael Moonbow (wood elf female)
    offspring - 2 sons (twins) & 1 daughter
    (Residing in Silverymoon) Sage Moonbow (wood elf male) 1 year older than Juniper
    (Residing in Silverymoon) Kale Moonbow (wood elf male) 1 year older than Juniper
    (Residing in Narfell) Juniper Amalith (wood elf female) 3.5 years older than Arel'in

    Holimions

    (Residing in Silverymoon) Aramuil Holimion (moon elf male) - (Splitting time between Narfell and Silverymoon) Cherry Holimion (Amalith) (half-elf female)
    offspring - 1 daughter & 2 sons (twins)
    (Residing up in Narfell) Arel'in Amra Amalith (moon elf female) - (June 3 '08 ) 2.75 years older than Braeth H. and Quarioon D.
    (Residing in Silverymoon) Braeth Hilo'th Holimion (moon elf male) - (August 23 '08)
    (Residing in Silverymoon) Quarion Darven Holimion (moon elf male) - (August 23 '08)

    Moonbows

    (Residing in Silverymoon) Sage Moonbow (wood elf male) - (Residing in Silverymoon) Ryllae Moonbow (wood elf female)
    offspring - 2 daughters
    (Growing up in Silverymoon) Laurel Amalith (wood elf female) 5 years older than Coraline
    (Growing up in Silverymoon) Innovindil Amalith (wood elf female) 1 year older than Coraline)

    Randolphs

    (Residing in Narfell) Cormac Randolph (human male) - (residing in Narfell) Juniper Amalith (wood elf female)
    offspring - 2 daughters & 1 son (twins)
    (Growing up in Narfell) Coraline Amalith (half-elf female) - (September 23, '22)
    (Growing up in Narfell) Illair (Ash) Randolph (half-elf male) - (September 23, 22)
    (Growing up in Narfell) Violet Amalith (half-elf female) - (January 1, '23), 3 years younger than Coraline


  • We's said it before, yes..Mojo…but where else do we goes...times to go home, Mojo.. times to go hime....


  • Half-Death

    _Mojo, dead, dead, dead
    Coinage lost, Coinage gone, gone
    Mojo dead, dead, dead

    Mojo feel no mo'
    Mojo left so, so hollow
    Mojo is no mo'

    Mojo…you you chatter on...but half of us is gone... Mister Coin to the darkness just as Swordmaster Bron..gone.....Mojo has no energy to hate.... Mojo has no energy to be sad......hlaf...gone..gone..coulda we gone wif Mister Coin? All dead must be betters then half-dead...Mojo.._


  • ::upon an oddly shaped scrap of torn, tear-stained parchment…a child-like manuscript in a evershifting pastel rainbow::

    Oh Mojo…our Sakura... si gone..again... agin...again... her pretty pink hair... did you see? in the bowl? no where is she found.... nots even an echo....nopenope..twice she is gone...and all her lil brothers and sisters...three? four? Mojo? by Mister Coin..so glad we has Mister Coin ..but even he is sad..we makesit dat way? we musts be careful...the Kind Lady sees us and she might be sad too.. but for thebaies. it is the Weave ..we know..we know.. or maybe its you... Mojo everyone of them born still and already sleeping for goods....for goods...and our ow lil sisters... and Daddy.. we is too scared to lok in the bowl now to see if he's back like we heards our Family was trying so hards for.. Daddy.... Sakura... and those dreams Mojo.....it is down there..in the gorge......Mojo...it's all just ..just..funny.


  • Ta-da! This is of coruse OOC but it is about Cera… yeee! a short little Cera-Common dictionary so at least you the player may stand a chance of understanding what in narf she is saying... ^.^ ...I...may have to add more later.

    Teapots = 1.People 2. title equivalent to Lord or Lady

    Daddy = Braeth Ma'fein

    Mommy = Kara Willendt

    Xillie = Lillianna Du'pris

    Family = Anyone she has the delusion of being related to.... (.ie. the appellation of Auntie, Uncle , or any other title reserved for family members.)

    sleepwalkers = any kind of undead

    bloodsucking sleepwalkers = vampire

    mandoggies = werewolves, werecats, wererats, werebears, etc (any kind of lycanthrope with fur)

    Father = the efreet lord responsible for Cera's insanity

    weeds = evil people or anyone whose presence is detrimental to the greater good

    blossoms = neutral or good people or anyone who at least does not pose any sort of immediate threat she is aware of

    Kind Lady = Katya, her mentor and witch of the Gypsies

    Grandmaster Teapot = Remmy, leader of the Gypsies

    Spider Elf - Elendel

    Bony Dwarf = Jelde

    Tall Weed = Ashan

    Pretty Light = Latern Archon

    Pretty Blue Spell = Ghostly Visage

    No See You Spell = Invisibity

    Sparklies = Resist Elements

    See No See You Spell = See Inivisiblity

    Sticky Strands Spell = Web

    Shinies = Gems, gold....anything..small and shiny

    the Wind = Astral Plane

    Place with No Color = Plane of Shadows

    the Fog = Ethereal Plane

    little beasties = goblins

    doggie beasties = gnolls

    eight-legged beasties = spiders

    banditos = bandits

    bigger beasties = bugbears and their ilk

    really big beasties = giants

    bandit king = Atol (even if he truly isn't....for Cera he is close enough)

    Mojo = 1.the voices of all sorts of beings from acrosss the Planes that resound in her mind 24 hours a day. 2. Her panther familiar. 3. Cera, as she often refers to herself in the third person.

    *addendum: (As I was reminded by Isaac/Fisheal in the Offical dictionary within the Gyspy Camp forum..Cera has this one other term.. ^.^)
    Misty Plane = Fugue Plane


  • ((I don't even know what I'm up now.. as tired… as I be....but up I am...up ..nyeah.. thank y ou peoples..thank you all.. for the past couple days I've been just SO happy! I waish I could bottle it and share it with one and all. The umm..aforementioned he up there... left a couple days early and..today...his stuff hopefully went too ..hm YEEEHEEE! even as tired I be.. just thinkin' well you get the picture! I rpmise the rest of my posts in here will be back to tracking Cera's stae of mind..hmm hopefully more often than I have been...maybe.. but. just YEEEE! He IS GONE! ^.^!!!))


  • ((I must warn ye…this particular entry may not belong in this folder...it may not belont anywhere on this forum. But this is as close to my own little corner of the forum as there is and it fits not place else even more so. So here will be a rant...of sorts.. do not read on if you don't want to. it has no pertinent information on Cera or anything else to do with her....it is entirely OOC...so turn back now...this is.. iand I repeat....is for probably quie selfish reasons that I put it here...it is more for myself that I write this than anyone....to excorcise a few demonds as it were.....and part of the excorcising is putting it out there for people I've come tot trust to read it...if they absolutely wish to delve into and trhough such a...trip... anyway...this is your last warning.

    He's gone! Not...yet...really..still like.....just under two more weeks from today! he will be moving away! edited before posting He hasn't talked to me since Sunday...when I tore into him..spewing all those years os hate... He's the reason I know what seething hate feels like and his going to finally edited before posting be out of my life! The bastard is moving out of state! A so-far-away-from-me-that-I-don't-have-to-see-his-damned-ugly-mug-ever-again gone!!! I'm still glad for the court order I'm gettng on him..or rather a renewal...as insurance ...It's been years since I had one last on him... but he had to go and start showing up again not so long ago...well he'll be gone.. I don't care what state he moves to! He won't be in mine anymore! He got away scott free almost! Just 'cause it was only his word against mine..I..would rather noy go back over so many years past..even here and even if ya have read this far..reality has its mind set on giving everyone their own soul wrenching troubles anyway.mine are a small mater I suppose...but thad oes not change how much I hate him! for what he did....Garh! I cannot think of a swear word foul eough!!. but.. he WILL be gone! Gone! ...It's going to be a slow, slow...1 and half or so weeks....till he finally moves away.))


  • ::scrap parchment with that ever so familiar to her Cer, glowing pastel rainbow child-like script::
    You…you...brought these back to us! You are a liar! No-uh! Yes-huh! Make the dreamses go away! You go away! No! I.. can't.. Den just shuts up! I.... I don't wanna lookit da dreams either. Then shuts up and stays shuts up.. Mojo will do the talking for us. I will otay.? otay. No.. no otay... but.. You broughts the dreams back! You will shuts up ! Liar! I'm.. I'm sorry... That's more like it..now...stays quiet okkie? Okkie. we will be alright...just forgets the dreams..they aren't real. Mommy IS my Momyy.. Daddy IS my Daddy... Auntie Scutum... big brother ARE my Family.. you hear? ...Yes... goods.. We go to sleep now..night night


  • ::In a glowing pastel rainbow, a somewhat stickfigure, estatic woman, her head disproportionately larger than the rest of her body. And apparently to fit all the faces drawn inside, some smiley, some angry, some just plain malicious, some just there… And in the center of all these faces within the head is a stickfirgue little girl, obviously covering her ears to some horribbly loud noise::


  • ::glowing, child-like script…in pastels even::

    Mojo…yelling... SHUT UP, MOjo! Shut up! We ca nots go...Kind Lady needs us... Daddy needs us.. The Teapot Chaevlin is gingk to helps us like Auntie Scutums said... see. oh SHUT UP Mojo! Daddy needs us.. Mister Coin.. our little Sisters.. DAMN the Tal Weed Ashan... our Xillie...... stop YELLING!


  • :::glowy pastels! in that trademarked revertion child-like handwriting upon a most torn scrap of parchment::

    We know we must go, Mojo…but why are we still here? Why do we stay when we know that at any moment we couldds make any member of our Family the next Uncle Ekky? Why, Mojo? They mights not be as lucky as Uncle Ekky was...and Uncle Ekky was not very lucky. We must go...but yet we...can't...


  • ::a simple, most child-liek of all scripts in glowing pastels::

    Time to go, Mojo, time to go…


  • ((This really isn't an IC thing this time but….THIS is where I learned to play lunatics... I'm not there anymore as is none of my ow stuff...but I..still thought I'ld share...it still has the gneral feel.. anyway here is..))

    http://tavern.black-piano.com/


  • ::glowing child-like script upon thise here scrap of parchment also::

    Mommy here… Mommy gone... gone gone gone.....again... is it the Well..no....but they stole Mommmy just the same.. is it She? no? yes? no? Why won't they let Mojo in? Mojo is not mortal.. Mojo is them... Mojo is me too yes...and that can be sent to eh misty plane...but they is Mojo is much as I isMojo, Mojo....and they yell ... they OWE Mojo ...Stupid Beasties! Stipid Well! What abouts Auntie Scutum... and Uncle VIlmar and Mister Con and Daddy and Xillie and our little sistewrs and Uncle Bram and ..Uncle A'lan....Teapot Andu...sicky ick.... Uncle..Ekky Rego.?.. all them could not needs Mojo dat much....as much as might.....well ask Ekky...... Mojo, ask Ekky... no no you was right before ...we canot stay... just cannot leave th Kind Lady... or Jeni no we must go Mojo mights fry dem...asks the banditking....at leasts he deserved it..nasty bnaditos... we must turns ourselves in, Mojo to the Cowled Ones...maybe some Family will help us go back? if far far away that far it is...it is..it is...it...is. Mommy..come back..


  • ::in a glowing, shifting pastel rainbow of a child-like script upon yet another obessessively torn scrap of parchment::

    She is all around or is she not? Is she the same She? Too many voices so many Teapots… Mojo.where do we go? Not back NO! but maybe..yes? oh so fuzzyfuzzy.. so NOT tired...but then tired when NOT tired goes away.. maybe we..should go back, Mojo...maybe..we should.