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

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • ::Childish scribbles seem to dominate the edges of this particular scrap of parchment an odd mixture of flowers, unicorns and swords::

    Oh such a pretty pretty day. Such a prety, pretty day.Mojo …do you know how pretty it was? Mojo cannae say how pretty it was. All the lights. IT was SO pretty, Mojo! And...Mojo....youdifferent. You has Mister Coin? We donot know. Such a strong new voice we hear after the ceremony. Is me? iss it her? Is it you? Is it your friends? Is it..Mister Coin? The Professor said we would be of ne mind..one soul.. sharing all the stuff indies. So hard to tell....but it must be.. we feel the warmth even now, Mojo. And MOmmy was there! Daddy was there maybe.....and a stragne person...oh well.. Uncle Wil was theonly one we could asks to come...but it the ceremony was fated for a time when only Mommy could come.. It isokay thugh, Mojo... We wil has a second party for thems.. a Pasthiva back at the camp. yesyes.. then EVERYBODy will has the fun of the pretties. Mm yes we must go hunt fmore spider eyes now, Mojo. More we need.


  • ::your average torn scrap of parchment::

    We dids it, Mojo! We dids it! Well yes we did go back to the place with no color again..It was not that scary this time. But Our Coin found us But other that we dids it ! We wents to see the nice dress lady. And then she sent Mister Coin and us to the evles far south of the town..the Well's town, Norwick. There we snuck past alll them nasty, nasty beasites..big and small with a little invee-siblness Oh yeah! Oh yea? We nearly go boomed and you just oh yeah? Mojo sorry. Oh do no tbe. We are all excited by the ceremony. And those nasty bandits almost kept us from getting our dress. with all there booming barrels and other nasty surprises. But we showed them. With our Coin showing for us. yes our dreses..almost kept from us..but not for long, Mojo. Not for long.. We mades it past the nasty big beasties running all the way to the elf camp. we meta a few elf rangers there and THE elf ranger..the one who is not Daddy but the other one.. the one the Professor said to see. He took us to where only elveses can be so..so Mister Coin had to stay while he talked tous. We tolds him how we loved Mister Coin the mostest and that without .. Without our Coin we will die Yesyes, that's what we told him, Mojo. So it udn matter if he dies that we die too..it already that way. So he is going to give us the Bracelet that grows at the ceremony and he gaves us the silk for the kind dress lady. Our dresses wil ready soon. We must go get them. Oh and also guesses what… yes we do have to go tell the Professor.. but we saw Mommy again! Yay! It was good but still she had to talk to her friend Seven. I hopes she gave Seven a hugs for you.. it is not good that anybody be sad nopenope. Mojo, the other thing... Aunt Tass Silence! That is tpsecret. Not for others to know. For Mojo's eyes only. Ah gots it.. Mojo we can talks about it even ink so we will se you later! Silly us You never go away.


  • ::on a typical torn scrap of parchment Cera's kid writing seems to have recovered a little with only a letter here and there turned backwards::

    Thingses has gotten fuzzy again, Mojo.. But it iis okay. Something says it is not things we wants to rmember anyway. BOY did we sleeps good! And long, long too. We still are lil tired though. Mojo… I thinks the land with no color had something to do with that. Probablly. Mojo, we loves you. And Katya can be grumpy sometimes but youloves ehr too. Has you seen Sakura though? She missed dinners again. Maybe MOmmy or Daddy has seen her. OO right or maybe Mister Coin. Good Mister Coin. Our Coin Good Mojo. The place with no color was scay..Yes remember, Mojo? Just one flash. Yesyes.. she is so smart, Mojo we is smart as you sometimes.. Maybe we are larning from youses. But the silver lighning… it was there..it burned...and Mojo you could not stand up so well so tired...so tired we still ares But much better so warm too..Though..the place with no color was so cold... As colds we were warm almosts. Sily Mojo.. Well we shoulds go finds Mommy.. Her storyw as so pretty. About how her and Daddy feels in love and gots bonded.. Yes, we will have to do as they did to bond to our Coin. Must see the elder elves. Yepyepyep.. And guesses what! Mojo, Uncle Imphras gave uses a pretty botle of pretty grape juice. Made by elves it is. It turns the the world all prettty purples when you look through it.


  • ::just another pre-ripped scarp of parchment, the child-like handwriting repsented by the italics only getting worse::

    Mommy1 Mommy~ Mommy! Mojo had abd dream! dad dream again! Daddy.. Lord Brae- Daddy! He was father again! and again he just smiled and gave us Mojo. Daddy! Be Daddy again! No Father! No Father.! Do not be him. Be Daddy. Mojo did not be scared then. He as scarry as the big red one Mojo saw in the cave the other night when Mommy was not happy. Do not be sad, Mommy. Mojo saw you found your happiness a gain. Yes she did but… No. He is Lord Braeth the traitor! It is he in our nightmare, Mojo. He and the Rashid. Stealing our Coin's Love for us and even then our Coin ALL over again. Mojo this cannot be Nopenopenope. Father cannot have Mister Coin! Nopenope! And they will not, Mojo. we will not let them. Shh we will ask this nice Sune after we play with Jeni and Jonni today, Mojo. She will help. yesyesyes! She will oh and guesss whatses, Mojo.. Mommy is home now. Mommy came to live near the Kind Lady.YAY!


  • ::A marked shift in Cera's handwriting…. the bold type still represents a flowing , graceful cursive wile the italic's representation of a scrathed out script has seeming shifted to a child's...just learning to write with even a few letters created backwords on this torn scalene scrap of parchment::

    Mojo, Mojo,Mojo, Mojo, Mojo. Dat sounds funny! Say it, Mojo! Mojomojomojomojo! It duns even sound like a word if ya says it like dat. But Mojo, does dreamses. Not so funny. It's Mommy and Daddy! But not. They're not! They are Lady Kara No! it's Mommy! Yay! Lady Kara. Mommy Lady Kara ..isn't she? No silly, Mommy. Who's Lady Kara? Well we knot thsoe others are …are...are... grrr the accursed Lady Celeste trying to steal my Coin. Da Mister Coin? Yes our Coin, Mojo. But Lady Celeste left with Lord Wilhielm…..we think. But we know! Don't we Mojo? That the others were the traitor!, Lord Braeth and the Rashid. Ra- who, Mojo? Mojo does not know so do not ask him. But Lord Brae- Daddy! …No Father.. Scarry. Why is scare Mojo for, Mojo? Let him be daddy more than Father. Mojo! Stop confusiing ourselves so! Not Daddy.. Lord Bra- Daddy! Mommy! Make da dreamses go away! No more dreams. yes! our Coin! We need our Coin! They will not kill our Coin! Did they says something about no trial? Mojo dunno. He musts go find Mommy and Daddy but first we play with Sakura! Jeni and her brother. Whatevers byeee!


  • ((OH I wish Cera had not been so distracted during the festivities.. She could have HAD lots of fun. Though..she did mangage to have some.. but it would have been nice to hear some of the stories after the duels too especially Kara's. ))

    ::another of Cera's scavenged parchment scraps, simply torn all around the edges as all but one of the rest before it….it too stained with tears but such stains cannot tell if they were shed in sorrow or joy::

    We gots him, Mojo! We gotses Mister Coin back!! Mister Coin is back! Last nights during the party the gypsyies were having we gotses him back! We will not liet him goes away.. Never again! Never. But we were so busy thinking about Mister Coin I thinks we forgot about the party… What did we do there, Mojo? There stories and a acrhery game? Did we nots play in that one, Mojo? And there was some fighting..but it was only game... Yes we rmember trying one Mojo thought to see if we could beat the traii NO! Nonono.. Do not think of themses ! We gots Mister Coin back and they can'ts have him! Besides shh.. we musts worry Sakura now. Sakura? Jeni? Remember she is not Sakura, she just is so much like her. Uncanny resemblence. Excepts she dun not have pink hair. Nopenope. No she does not. Pink hair she does lack. But it is okay. She does not needs it. Mojo knows. Mojo also knows my Coin's trial is not far away. It time draws near, grows ever closer. And the Rashid and Lord Braeth are STILL free of any charges. Maybes they has been? They were nots at the party lasts night. Fool! Do you think they would do that and Lady Kara would not tell us? Yes Yes. Mojo forigves Lady Kara and Lord Adam and Lord Imphras…even Lord Wilhelm oh and Sir Kanen. They are the only oneses who seemed on helping us keep Mister Coin. But they let the Rashid and Lord Braeth steal our Coin's love for us, Mojo! But…we are right, Mojo. Correct as usual. We forgive them. They are Mojo's only hope.That nasty wizard Devon is probably making them do this.even that may not save them from burning in the Nine Hells for what they've done. BURNBURN! Burn! in the Nine Hellses But.. Noo!no!…Lord Braeth is special to Lady Kara.. Mojo knows. Mojo understands. We may not be the one who see to it they burn in the Nine Hells but they will. Like the festering little beastie arse pustules they are! Mojo curses thems! Curses them both!! But still… Mojo is SOOO happy we wokes Mister Coin up. Mojo...Mojo would dies without him..wihtout us in his heart...Mojo would die. We woulds die.


  • ::crinkled and stained with not drops but smears tearstai as if it had ben used as a hankdkerchief, the writting is smeared here and there even between the two distinct manuscripts but still legiible with a little effort::

    OH gods! Godses! Mojo! Whats are we going to do? To do? Shh.. Shh.. it is okay. Mystra cannae help us now. Beyond her realm are we. She can only give us the Weave. but it dos nots help us now.. Nonono.. The Weave cannot give us the old Mister Coin back. Can it? Can it Mojo? Mojo does not know. He is more confusing than us. More befuddling is he. They STOLE his Love from us. The horrid, filthy beasts! They deserve no hug from Mojo. Let alone from a princess. If Father were here. Nononono. Not him. Not him. We just needses Mister Coin back. Mojo needs his love. Yes yes warm… Mojo knows. Mojo understands. Our Coin is with us again… Mister Coin saids it is because we told him to go away. But we could not see him then. Nopenopenope Lord Braeth's treachery and the Rashid.. the Rashid. yesyesyes.. They turned the world upside down we could nots see Mister Coin when the world is upside down. Now it is like he is dead just standing there Nononoo.he is empty. emptyempty. like a puppett…puppetses. ] Curses! They did this too! Stole the real Coin. But he is still my Coin. Belonging to us is not over for him. Mojo. Mojo.. Mojo do nots let him go again. Even ifs the world is upside down ad twisted like nows.. Mister Coin, don't go away. Please! Pleeease! Please! Please!! Pleease! Do nots go away. Do nots! Never againses. Never. We will find a way to get our old Coin back yesyesyesyes We musts do that. Mustmust. must. But we do have our sanctuary. Mojo is so quiet down here in the tree. And all we has to do is watch Kind Gypsy Lady's niece and nephew for her. So like our Sakura, Jenni is. That is good. Good good.. One good thng it is.. it is. Mojo, he also talked with a couple of those people, didn'[t you Mojo. The ones we are safe from now. [/i:b4ee8bcaf5] Oh yes he id. and some found us too. Like Lord Adam and Lord Imphras. Both of them promised to help Mister Coin yesyes.. Mojo can give them hugs? Maybe Oh yesyes.. good.. Mojo misses them all as much as he hates them now. yesyesyes Mojo you do miss them. He also spoke to Lady Kara…she is sad we think... We know. The nasty wizard Devon. Mojo will still have to make an example of him once we get our Coin back. She seemeds to still want to be our friend. She needs a hug…but Mojo canot give it. She will helps though.. Mojo thinks yes. And so will Lord Wilhelm.. yes yes.. Lorld Wilhelm will help Mojo too. They saids Lord Adam wil be defending Mister Coin at his..trial? He will, they said. And it is not fair, unjust, that the Rashid and Lord Braeth.. Traitor! They both remain free. Why are they not going on trial? Did they not try to put our Coin to sleep? Yesyesyyes. Mojo saws it with his own yes. They did. They did. Fools! Idgits! Still…they are Mojo's only hope, last chance they are. Mojo, what can we do. We must go to them for help. They are the only ones we know to ask to help get our Coin back. Lady Kara and Lord Adam. yes.. Lord Imphras.. Sir Kanen or maybe Lord Wilhelm. The ones of them who seem to helping our Coin despite their allowing Lord Braeth's treachery. We will ask them Yesyesyes.. we asks them. Mojo…to give us Mister Coin back Do not go, Mister Coin.. do not go....


  • ((Oh…but this is not even half of what goes on in Cera's head But one example I like to use...is the background noise used for the inside of places like Inns where there is supposed to plenty of people around. Just listen specificly to the constant murmuring and occasional outburst that makes a few words telligable over the others....ant that is atleast a start to what the voices of Mojo should sound like. every second of every day. She would be most happy to share with kara or anyone someday. ^.^ I always do love mindscapes and adventures in them. ))

    ((Oh yeah..this here shredded scrap of Cera's is meant to be found ICly by Coin..most likely in the cavern where he last found her. ))

    ::One might almost say the tears radiating into the parchement all the way around were sytematic but there spacing is so haphazard, it could psosibly so. But there they are forming little jagged slots all along the parchment's torn perimeter and the new duallity to her handwriting as prominent as it's been since .the split::

    The world is upside down, Mojo! Upside down! We know. They ALL twisted it inside out and broke it. They brokeses it, Mojo! They brokeses it!! We just said that! But shhhh.. do not be sad. Mojo has But yous are scare-ed too! Mojo knowses it! He does! he does! Shhh.. You correct. Right in your insight.. We are all scared, Mojo. You are the one that saw for us, Mojo. Lord Braeth and my Coin. They would not stop. And with with a Lord Wilhelm and and who else.. it is fuzzy Mojo. so fuzzyfuzzy. They were all talking about the nasty wizard, Devon. We coulds not stay there. Nopenopenope. No we could nots. Yes we know. It is understood. We comprehend. They turned the world upside down. And Mojo went to see for us. And there was the Rashid. The Rashid is the worst of all them. He..he needs a hug! But does not want one. Mojo…you would have put him to sleep if he put Mister Coin to sleep, right? Silly…of course he would have. But the Rashid did not. Still the talked of puttting our Coin t sleep. Even Lord Braeth! Lord Braeth! Lords Breath?! Mojo we thoughts he was our friend!! We kepts his secret hushhush top secret even. But Lady Kara..Lord Fishel… Sir Kanen....Lord Wilhelm...they seemd Nothing! They ALL turned the world upside down. Even our Coin we cannot be sure of. But! No! We must find somewhere.. Yes..somewheres safe… Mister Coin...he will finds us... Mojo. Curses! Mojo knows that. He is already priivy to such information. And we cannnot let our Coin find us until the world is right side up again. And maybe he should have put the Rashid to sleep when he saw him standing there. Yesyeyes. He saws him standing there by hisself by the gate.. Didn't you, Mojo? That he did. Indeed he saw, witnessed the Rashid standing by the gate. But it was not the time.. And he will leave the Rashid alone for now. It is the nasty wizard Devon. The evil mage haunting Lady Kara. he probably did this. Put them up to turning the world upside down. Nasty wizard! We hats him! More than the. - No. Not more than the Well but just as much. That reminds us, Mojo. Helps us recall. There was something my Coin said hours before…the Well might have power we can harness..to put things right. Make them correct again. Nonono! We will nots! Nopenope. Leave it be.yesyes.. You are right. We must find a place to stay. Sanctuary.


  • ((My god…. I think Kara would flip out if she even knew half of what goes on in Cera's head. 😉 ))


  • ((I hate not being able to tell people and ask for input. Bah but I do have the DM's and the player of Coin to bounce my ideas off of. Thank you ALL. Thank you for putting up with mysecond, third, fourth and fifth guessing. I'lll decide on a track sooner or later. ^.^ I may have already. I hope! It is still best it stays secret for now…so my lips are sealed. We now return to the facets of Cera...))

    ((One addiotnal note, the bold text is supposed to represent a smooth, graceful flowing manuscript, what you might alsmot expect from a fully sane woman. The italics represent a scratched out, uneven either very childish or very pschotic hand.))

    ::For once Cera has used a WHOLE pice of parchment to scrawl upon::

    Oh, Mojo! Gue- Silence! But we are talking to Mojo in ink..you cannot get much more quiet than that. Argh! Surrounded we are! Even by ourselves. Is there no escape, Mojo? Your friends are loud. You are loud. Both of you do not lower you voices, create racket. She is.. I will not talk about ourselves that way. if it were not for my Coin, surely I would have gone mad by now. We would out my mind and not very stable at all. Speaking of madness .A malady of the mind that is. The Well is not so dead as we thought. It continues to make you loud and the Weave mad. It is why we returned to our room that the green lady gave us. We fianlly met one of her little friends other than…was its Lady Anabelle was saw before.. Oh well we have not seen her in awhile either. I wonder how she is, Mojo? Anyway, Mojo, we had a talks with that elf..yes he was an elf He was of a fae descent by your calculation. Maybe we should have let him go to sleep but who knows. it is fuzzy how it ended..but you do not think he would welcome us back in our room. And niether of us did either. So... they all left us to fend within the madness of the Well. The Well who they let steal our Sakura away! They will see it was bad in the end, Mojo....you will give them all one big hug. One day... Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not today. But at a date sometime in the future. For now we must focus on thte nasty, nasty wizard, Devon! If it were not nasty, nasty wizards like him in the first place back at Spellhold.. NONE of this would upon us. We would have our Sakura . Mojo ...you would not be so loud. Yeahs! We knowses! See Mojo…we all had no place to go. Nopenopenope. But Mister Coin! He saved us! From the spiders yes..but that ws after. He knew a place far from Norwick and its nasty Well! yesyesyes he did! it's a gypsy camp. OOh yesyes. And so pretty it is. You sen it Mojo. How pretty it is with its trees and water. Now we just needs a place to stay better than under the brances....but the fires are nice. We will be happy here, Mojo. And here we can plot. Plan our next move, think awhile on is to be done about that Devon. And then maybe we will know what to do about them back at the Well too.


  • ::ltorn parchement scrap::

    Small, small they are, Mojo. But we must be careful. yes we cannot be cautious enough . Care must be taken. Oh Mojo, there is so much. Theyw il pay for. With what they will give us our due? That is what we must plot, plot, ponder, think about. So much about the green lady…... The lad of green was nice to us she was but now she is....yes we still has a roomses. All to our selves now we think. yesyesyes.. we knowses we get to keeps all ourselves. But guess what, Mojo! We wents and saw the big city for the first time since we were a little girl in Athkatla before the nasty nasty wizards tooks us away That reminds us, Mojo. We recall something from that mention of nasty wizards. It has struck a chord and now a memory is at hand. Mojo, there is that nasty wizard after Lady Kara. As much as we hate what they did..we hate nasty wizards more. We must finds sometihing to do about him.. Our Coin will know what to do


  • It was days, even maybe weeks before Cera would wake up to find herself in the care of Friar Fred…when she did at last waken she felt the urge to talk to the still prsent but now much quieter voices, known as Mojo. Most notable, Cera's variable handwriting seems to have diverged, the gracing curves taking a tone of one voice and the scratcy, unsteady half another...t

    ::Random scrap of parchment::

    Mojo, is that your name? yes.. we do remember. You are Mojo. Did we kill the Well? Sakura where are you? Sakura? Mojo, we do not see he- Mojo! Mojo! Everything ises all fuzzy! Is the Well dead? Ises it? Ises it? Shush, we are tying to see if Moo has seen Sakura. I do not see or hear her anywhere. Gone?! Gone? NO! Nonono. We musts go finds her! Mojo….must we put up with this? We cannot concentrate with your friends and her. Shh. Mojo you are right. We are one. Sakura?

    ::another random scrap of parchment::

    Yes Mojo perhaps it is best if we let her do the talkng for us. You are a very good itty you are. Mojo! Guesses what! We founds Mister Coin! But..still no Sakura.. The other us..she says it will be okay. we wil finds her..so do not worry for now. Shh…Mojo this is secret hushush. Sakura is gone. I think the Well took her when we killed it. And THEy let it! This would not have hapened had they just believed we were a princess in the first place. We would be home now! And Sakura would safe! But...shhh...yes..shhh...quiett and patient we must be. Mojo..since Sakura will be okay.. there is another thing we might be worrieds about…but I dun knowses. Nopenopenope. Lady Estasia, she did not seem happy. Nopenope.. so sad she was...about Mister Coin she said and you sounded like ehr too.. I hopes she is okkies... Lord Call and his special friend will take care of her.we hopes.. yesyesyes.. We will have to ask thems later how Lady Estasia is.


  • ((Cuirses Borghal haunts me even here. Borghal would be a typo demon from one particular RP group where learned to play insane peoplle Ya for Gotham City. mm but enough diversion.. Let's see…yrs here I was..))

    Cera's flashback sustained immediately after her fall into the well only escalated the resonance of extraplanar voices in her head, till she had a splitting headache nearly all the time and she was compelled more and more often to be near the well or 'kitchen of Spellhold" as in she believed in her flashback. Then the next time the Well erupted in chaos, she was overwhelmed... Sir Kanen and Lord Braeth perhaps saving her life by subduing and placing her in jail. yet, the damgae as done, (even before this, being near the well for any period of time would set her into hysterical giggling that she could not stop.) This last night though, her brain just burnt out from the surge of Wild Magic, it could not stand any more....the dear Cera was left in a coma.

    ((Thhis would be where we entered Build 8. Coulda gone to try another town besides Norwick..but a comatose half-elf does not travel very well on her own. ^.^))


  • (The next thing she knew she was outside the north walls of Norwick, with so many people around….only to her it was not Norwick she saw...))

    ::Parchement scrap::

    It was just a dream! Just a dream, Mojo! Just a dream! The nasty, nasty wizards! made us dream ALL thosees peoples! All so fuzzy they ares But I rmember Mister Coin. Curses them! They wanted uses to open the portal for thems and they made all those people to tricks us into diong it! MOjo we hatges them! hates those Cowled wizards. They do not lets us go home and see, Mommy and Daddy. Father will bfurious they has kept his princess so long from her mission.Spellhold.. I hates it almosts as much ash I hteas the wizards who keeps us here.

    ::'nother prachemtn torn into an odd shape aand slways adorned by Cera's varied hand::

    To the Kitchen we must go…yes we have dutes at the Kitchen we must go wash the dishes before the head nasty wizard comes down to yell at us in his dungeon again. Oh remember. Mojo? We met that one lady. She saids she as kept here by the wizards too and that she was not a wizard. We met her back at our cell. So green she was.. Mojo why would the wizards keep her here just because she is green? But I donot know either.. But was it not fun spying on the nasty nasty wizards with her doggie? Such a nice doggie he is. I thinks he likes you, Mojo.

    ::'Nother Scrap::

    They won't stops, Mojo. Trying to use the dreams of Norwick to tricks us into opening the portal. Today they tried to tell us they were our friends from Norwick and that this was not Spellhold. nasty lieses! Lady Kara, Lord Braeth, Sir kanen they pretend to be..ones even pretened to Mister Coion! Fuzzy and speicall fo al them are! How dares the wizards mkases us like them! And the Well..is it dead? No it was not reals either. ::stab wound to the parchment:: Mojo I'm so MAD! ::the lower remant of the scrap seems to have been shred to ribbons..perhaps in a fit of fury::

    ((Just a little note…Cera belieed the well to be the kitche of Spellhold during her little unbreabale flashback...and doing the dishes she simply gathered up grass and would toss it into the well. ^.^))


  • ((YAY! That is the last of Cera's old…stuff to tranfer here. Thank you all! Let's see..Much still to catch up on though....3, 2, 1...))

    The voices of the Planes...Mojo's voices were just so loud that night. Louder than had ever been. but still not the loudest they could be. her head ached a little from the din inside her mind. The well and the Wild Magic assoicated with it had never been good hor Cera's mental health. And this night she was not lucky enough to be back to the refuge her room the 'green lady' had given Cera in her home. This night she was caught in town when the well flared up and her head throbbed, still she could see what it wrought on her close friend Lady Kara, (whom she could seem to comfort)...the pain on her only if delusion of a daughter and what it all seem to do her dearest MIster Coin. She could not let the Well continue like this. She HAD to do something and she knew what... She would kill the Well and end the noise and pain to herself, family and friends ONCE and for all. So right there she set about filling ithe Well in, one fistful of dirt and grass at a time. Sadly as Mister Coin pointed out to her, this was not going to work. There was only one way left to accomplish her goal. She would have to go down there and kill the well with her own bare hands. And faster than the speed of thought she slid over the edge of the Well to silence its evil once and for all.


  • ((^.^ I try Let's se.. O yeah I did do WHOLE batch of paintings as Cera all iat once..so here is one more today within Cera's laest ramblings. It's a copy and paste thing again for the URL. I know it's primative. But after the nightmare of finding any way whatsoever that let them be viewed. I'm sticking to what worked. ^.^))

    ::In her usual mixture of graceful curve and agitated angular scartching hand Cera has found another bit of parchemtn to rip into large scraps::

    Oh Mojo we is SO happy happy since we gots our new roomses! yesyesyes! Sakura is back and we can see Mister Coin any times we want AWAY from the Well. We will has to do smething about that Nasty nasty, Mojo. We will. We will. It might take Sakura away from us again. We can't liets it. Nopenopenope. That reminds me wasn't taht a scariest dream, Mojo?? was that Mister Coin we saws in it? I hopes not. I hopes not. Who wases it, Mojo? Here, Sakura can draws you a picture, she saws the dreams too. Shh do not worry, Sakura. Mojo is here.

    ::on the opposing side lays "Mojo's Nightmare" by Cera's litle girl, Sakura. or rather her personality called Sakura::

    Mojo's Nightmare

    http://acmefalls.tripod.com/images/Mojo3.jpg


  • ((iI would've liked to meet that unhinged character.. Insanity is fun… shared insanity..REALLY REALLY fun! Cera will see toit that everyone in Norwick is fit to be an rubber room with her...at least once or at least inspire it.))

    ::in her usual unsteady graceful hand and on a fresh scrap of parchment::

    Mojo..shhh..we can talk in ink now..so many things are top secret hush, hush. The green lady or Lord Braeth would nots be happy if we talked about s them….but the Well. it hateses us.. Why does it hats us so, Mojo? WHy? IT is nots easy keeping Sakura safe from little beasites instead of the WEll but the Well is worse... We hates it more we does! We hattes it more! Shh..do not worry, Mojo.. Sakura will be safe. Oh her's a pretty pictures a I drew of you, Mojo. See?

    ::below lay "The Voices of Mojo" or Cera's interpretation of what the voices of the Planes look like in her mind::

    The Voices of Mojo
    http://acmefalls.tripod.com/images/Mojo1.jpg

    ::for once a blank sheet of perchemt had been chosen yet it was torn into scraps anyway…this on the opposing side::
    Shh…Mojo...since we cannots talks of your plans, top secrets they say, hush hush. We shall draw them into blueprints. A smartee you are, Mojo, everyday.

    ::Below that lay, "Mojo's Blueprint", See the ingenius plot? The intricate machinations that only Mojo could have wrought? Cera does::

    Mojo's Blueprint
    http://acmefalls.tripod.com/images/Mojo2.jpg

    ((BAH! Cries! >. eep breath:: Better. ^.^ I do give up though. two site that will not cooperate…here... I will provide the URLs of the picutres I've tried to put here..link here a billion times by now.. if your still want to see Cera's doodlings just cut and paste them into your borwser..it seems to be the only thing I can get work today.))


  • ((hmmm I've been thinking… Cera got off of Sakura's still birth far too easy. Poor Cera, no rest from her player. I'll have to do something about that.))

    ::A fresh fragment of parchemnt torn from...somebodies imiportant looking document::

    _We HATES the Well, Mojo. We hates it, yesyesyes. Oh we hates it so. SO loud does it make you. So very loud. But we are not sad, Mojo. No… Mister Coin took us to see the green lady. Oh yes, the green lady. and you gaves her hug I did. And see she is not so grumpy afterall. All peoples needs is a hug. We'ld gives the Well a hug but it too nasty....mean it is. But guesses what?? No.. gues what? Yes! The green lady gave us a room to shares with..that Justinia. The green lady promises she is not really so scary all the times so we do not has to worried. They is friends. Even the green lady thoughts it was better to be friends than so gurmpy all the time. yesyesyes. See? You are a smartie every day. yes you are, Mojo. In our new roomses it is much quieter. Much quieter yous are so far from the Well and its mad Weave. Even when the Well is not being its meanest our hurts so, doesn't it. In towns it doeses. nasty mad Weave.. ...but how happy it makes you Mojo. Sakura would like this place our romses ae in. It is o bigs... But she'll has to be careful Be careful, Sakura We misses you.. wake up. WAKE UP! We needs you.. Mister Coin needses you too. We all needs you. Please do wake up soon. Peltarch is fars away. Far, far away. II bet is almost as big as the green lady's roomses. She said we should bes careful but she dids shows us how to get there okay. But shhhh.. Mojo.. top secret, hush hush.. No can talks about it..even in ink.

    Otherwises, Mojo all is good.. I do hopes Lady Kara is okkies...she did not sounds so good the other, other nights. It sounded like her before that one pretty flash. But it was still dark then excepts for the magic and fire. So scary. sc- Sakura? is that you? You are here? Here? You are HERE! Gots to go, Mojo. Sakura is awake! Awake awake! Yesyesyes! So much olders you seem though...but what pretty pink hair._


  • (( I'm glad I'm at least close however it goes. ^.^ Though it seems I will have to be persisteent, it atain the resurrection of Sakura as an NPC. Well just…have to walk the fine, fine line between pestering and perseverence.))

    ::With a little practice Cera's penmanships is grown legible once more. Though without her normal sight, her manuscript wanders all over her scrap of parchemtn, lilnes meandering over each other and away, a written scribble::

    Mojo.. MoJo it is so dark.. Dark dark dark.. pretty lights we see but only magic is it. Only magic. Funny. no Sakura, no more seeing your pretty fur.. or Mister Coin's pretty beard or Lady Kara's smile or anyting. So dark it is without Sakura…and we has evenless gold disks..maybe the dark took them. Dark Dark Dark So very dark..dark. And SO loud. Mojo just shut ups please. Just please? Sakura we needs you. No Mojo no. go away. away...away. away. away in a...


  • ((^.^ It's my understanding game time is a little faster that real time.. The first couple months would not show so it had been gong a little longer than anyone would have known. ^.^ But curses my vacation had to be right in the middle when I stared carrying around extra weight for the middle term But I did get to go at least half way through it before I left. And game time still doesn't stop even when i"m ot on. So..get back. and she's alredy over due..that is…fi my understanding game times rate is right. I sure hope so. O.o ))

    ::fragment...small torn parcment scribbled all over as Cera attempted to scrawl out her thoughts without sight. The Wild Magic accompanyng the acting up well having wrought an blindess on her twice now. She could not see a thing except the mafical effects of spells and fire. Indeed not a good thing to go along with the extra giddy rush all that chaotic magic flowing through her. And a list of peculiar events too long to list but including polymorphing into a spider, a visist from one of the many voices of the Planes in her head, and a most odd halfing trying to off herself and her love, Mister Coin. The smudged scribble she liked to call writing at least did convey the frenetic mood the it all instilled::