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

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • ((Thankya all. ^.^ I have fun doing this. And sometimes it's the only place I get to RP Cera. When ICly she's been removed by her accursed powers to places unknown. I just hipe she can staya little longer this time between rifting events. ^.^ I mean they ge worse each time….even as she gains a little control each time one happens... and no thanks to reent evetns it's reached the point that if anyone is tanding too close to her when she goes..they'll get sucked along right withher. Hm just a little warning that maybe I should be giving but....I trust you people))

    ::scrap of parchment...yes it also has been obessively torn into the scrap it is::

    Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh WOW! Can you believe it, Mojo? Neither can I! Corellon came Carnival and us..IN person. You know. You saws him too, Mojo. He came to our Pashtiva. Yes he did! Now, we was all having much fun when he came so we invited hims to stay and have fun with us. And he did! But as we did he wanted to talk yous?so we lefts everybody for a lil while, You, me and Carnival. Yes we did and wents with Corellon. Hmm but Mojo what do you think about whats he said? He reminded uses of what he told us after our plan to make Mister Coin all ours fizzled and he left Carnival to be with us. That Mister Coin needed us to be with him. Oh, Mojo so confusing ti can be to be us sometimes. Somehow the Mister Coin at the Pashtiva is not the Mister Coin who needs us. The Mister Coin at the Pashtiva has Carnival now..so we dun have to stay here. But everybody is finally so happy. And we woulds miss Carnival who the Most Generous Corellon told you how he helped Carnival get from the misty plane to the Pashtiva. So we do not have to be sads. She is not deads no more. Just living here. I guess we has to go back to the Mister Coin who needs us? but the Most Generous Corellon also said we could come backs to se Carnival any time we wanteds. Oh yes he did! So it will not be so bad. We can visit the Pashtiva on our own now. It will be good. Also he tolds us of how that Mommy and Daddy also neededs us too. Our Family neds us. This our Family has Carnival now. She is happy now. It is good. Now tt?s time go now, Mojo. Time to go be with out other Family. They needs us


  • Cera's diary is my favorite to read. It's fun attempting to piece together what goes on in her mind. And scarily enough, I think I have a fairly good idea! Even so, there are many times when Cera throws me a curve ball.

  • I

    I agree! It's like reading an episode of Twin Peaks. Strange and twisted, I peel away the layers to try and see what really happened. Hell, sometimes I don't even know whats going on in the posts I'm involved with… 😄

  • Peltarch Far Scouts

    Keep it up! Cera's journal is fun to read 😉


  • ((Again…italics represent a kid-loke handwriting, certain letters sketched out backwards, only reitterated the viewers convenience.. going through my collage of entries here for such info when you do not know it exists...woud..not happen..cause you wouldnot be looking for it because you donot know it..exists.. Yay me! WEll know I know and knowing is half the ahh forget it.. ))

    ::torn parchment::

    Yay! We are back at the Pashtiva, Mojo! We are backses! YepYepyep! Happy..sad..happy.. it does get confusing to keep tracks of what peoples are and if there are spiders and doggie beasts out in the woods or just the mists of Mojo.. but guess what.. Carnival is here! YaY! No more arguing or fighting or anything. Mojo…we are home.


  • ::parchment torn here::

    SO happy…so sad...so happy..so sad, Mojo. We is back from teh Pasthtiva... it seemses Carnival did not makes it and took Mister Coin and us wit hers to the misty plane... Everybody was happy again, Mojo back at the Pashtiva...but ehn... we dids miss Carni.. only she was not there where the spiders were gone and no one left the Gypsy Camp. But the mists of Mojo you're friends they were closingin and ruining everyones fun just as we ...found ourselves in the misty plane, Mojo. IT was alright though...after we decied Corellian would look after us. He gave us Mister Coin to be part of you, Mojo. he would not lets us down. But then... just as we were saying we would miss MOmmy and Daddy and all our Family... POOF! There we wents!, Mojo There we wents! Mommy ogts us back! But there was no Pashtiva. Hmm Mister Coin saids it was not even there. MOmmy was sad..the Daddy came.. so sad..so happy... MOmmy and Daddy they found their happy again.. agin? But ehy arleady did...so confusing but they are happy again, Mojo...and so was Mister Coin..once we founds that Carnival had found her happy ..we used one of those scrying things the Kind Ladytaught us..and we found her..at the Pashtiva..maybe Corelien helped her find it... She was SO happy she was. still Mojo. I misses her.


  • ::but a corner of a parahment in a shaky formerly flowing handwriting…the smiley's gone and the words themselves smudeged::

    Mojo….no more strength....no...no more jokes....no moe plans...

    ((This'l lteach me to rely on dice.. >.


  • ((At least I can still lay Cera here for now. Yay. ^.^ -.- ))

    ::le parchment..italics, a cild's looking handwritting::

    Oh, Mojo, I'ms so gladses . It was funny at firsts but everything is better now. The spiders are gones from the forest outoide of camp. We thinks your friends are out there now. We here's them whispering in the shadowses at the edge of camp. But guess what, Mojo! We is not the only one who hearses them! Mommy and Daddy! And…Mister Coin everybody... ALL our Family hearses them. So we do nots stay at teh dge of Camp. The Kind Lady says its' not good to go outside the camp anyway. But it is alright, Mojo. There is no needs togo outside camp. Uncle Reg has arragned a neverending Pashtiva! Now that everybody can be happy agains! Why was anyne sad to begin with, Mojo? Oh well no matters. WE is home. All the peoles we love is home. and happy. Maybe..we wills just go on having this Pashtiva forevers, Mojo. We'ld mightlikes that. Next up is the stor teeling. Last storytlling.. Heee that was funny, Mojo..even Uncle Kanen gots up and ids the new song you taughts me..the 'Hokey Pokey'? He put his whole self in. He put his whole self out and then di the hokey pokey. Because Mojo that IS what it's all about.

    ::Meanwhile..back in Narfell on a completely different scrap of parchment this loopy, smiley-ridden script was written by Carnival:
    :

    Why did you not wake me, Mojo? we were supposed to put Cera's plan iinto action and finsih up my back-up one. Oh well soso tired. We will play our jokes later. Maybe then the Kind Lady will help us with my plan. Good night, Mojo.


  • That morning, the day had been as promising as any other. The birds sang and the dew glistened in a few shafts of sunlight breaking through the forest canopy. The Camp was so beautiful first thing in the morning, its smells and music. It was always something Cera welcomed as she emerged from Katya?s Tree, now also her own home. Little did she realize that her whole world would shatter before her eyes in only a matter of mere moments. It would not be the first time and not the last; however, her fragile world found itself under such assaults at an alarming rate these days.

    Playing, that is what her love and stability had promised. Her Mommy and Mister Coin were only going to have a little play fight. When metal met metal though and she saw the blood lust in her Mommy?s eyes it soon seemed to be anything but a game. Her ?mother? (only in Cera?s fractured mind) and her Coin (himself one of the strongest voices of Mojo within her head since their elven bonding) exchanged vicious blows. Each Coin and her Mommy, beating the other down the forest soil at least once. Her Uncle Reginald was also no where to be seen, maybe he went for help. San thought such as that was fleeting and only in the back of her din filled mind. Mojo, the voices that never ever left her alone, voices from extraplanar beings great and small, grew ever louder as things spiraled out of control..

    Her world already laid threadbare in those few moments of battle between Kara and Coin when not soon after word did Braeth, her daddy by delusion (as Kara was her mommy by delusion), stormed upon them. The others around seemed so distant to her, she was barely aware they even existed. She did not hear their words, not even her Mommy?s or Daddy?s angry words registered past the opening volleys. Only their angry tones resonated among the racket already crowding what little conscious thought she was allowed day to day. Then it happened, Daddy through off the Bracelet that Grows, the symbol of his connection to Mommy. She knew this well, her own wrists donned with her own Bracelet that grows.

    Little else mattered after that, nothing else got through the head splitting noise broadcast out to Coin and reflected back to her as a sensation of being overwhelmed. Perhaps a brief reaction the fire between Kara and Braeth on Coin?s part, yet the magic had been already flowing through her. Now it was allowed to flood her body. The raw power of the Weave found its way through her very being as it had before and every time her world delicately constructed world fell apart. As the silver energy and lightning of raw magic wracked her form, all went black and she was swallowed into shadow. The place with no color. The Plane of Shadow.

    This was but the first of many places she would pass through and not a one would she remember, consumed as she was by each plane?s raw magic. When she did awake, she found herself in a very familiar place but not Narfell. It was a place that had been with her no matter where she went. But it was quite a bit more real then ever. There was no dreamy fog, no odd disembodiment or detachment of simply reliving a memory. It was real. It had smell and texture and scery just as the forest had that morning?.and then?there was the forest molding itself out of the surroundings.. What been cold dark stone of a dank cavern was now a sunny forest glen. Cera smiled up at the trees and sky and then she heard laughing. It was NOT Mojo. For once it was not Mojo. A quick glance around brought into view, her Family. Those she had just left behind. And they were happy, playing, running. Mommy, Daddy, Mister Coin?even Uncle Kanen was happy and playing. Tag was it called? Yes?she was going to like this place. She was going to like this place A LOT.


  • ::small parchment scrap,, a flowing cursive script, again smileyhearts obseesively dotting each dotted letter::

    Where is she? She did not comeback with Mommy and Mister C. We felt in Mister C. She's gone, Mojo. M I thhink. Mister C felt a little different. Hmm he sounded alright though. Mommy stil has not found her smile. And the way Mommy and Mister C were talkingg about Daddy It was not ververy good joke, Mojo. It seems its up to me now. At laest Cera got me some more spider eyes first, Mojo. This plan of her adnd yours. It does involve a playing a good trick on the bnndit king. I'd love to see the look on his face. But first we must find that stupid thing she got in that temple place. If we are ging to see this through we'll need that thing. I think she left it around here somewhere. I think, Mojo, we will have to ask Mommyor Dadddy or the Kind Lady Katya to help us find it. But we should not ell who it is for. Hee our little joke, Mojo. Juste between the two of us. One thing about Cera. she be athef ool of us. But she knows how to smile. And this plan. Will bring smiles for sure. Hopefully even to Mommy. I hope am not too tired today.

    ((I do so wish I had had you people send Cera away before the whole match thing..oh well for now I suppose if Coin or Kara were snoopy enough one or both of them would find Cera's collection of parchemnts heaped amongst her things in the Tree. The parchemnts would not be in any particular order and might only go back as far as the first mention of katya. Other notables to be found a Tyrran holy symbol, a crude doll of Kara fashioned with that lock of Kara's hair, and the last copies of Cera's record from Spellhold detaililng aa few of the lab experiments and tests conducted on her to expand and exploit Cthe young Cera's latent planar and hypersensitivty to the Weave. And well also reiterating the story of how could she manifest such power when merely 6 yeard old and in 7 years at Spellhold how little had been accomplished to reproduce that result. I suppose it's about time at least Coin understood taht much about her.. ^.^))


  • ::parchemnt…torn, TORN, torn parchment:

    _Carnival still sleepses mostly… But she does likes the spider eyeses when does get up. We wil hast to get her moreses, Mojo. So Carni is not whole still you think and is dyiing 'casue she is not a whole us... Or yyou guess it is o, Mojo. You guess it is so. Oh Mojo.....that young Mage is ats again. when gots home from Peltarchl atelast nights we founds the Kind Lady Katya still ups... Yesyes she was troubled.....togetehr we decided to check on that young mage again and know whats we saws, Mojo? We saws him doing it agains...but he's much sneakier now... much much sneakier nows.. Hmm it is best the Kind Lady doesnot worry about this too much, Mojo... Nopenope she should nots. worry about it. So we made her some more tea and then wetns to bed ourselves... Hmm? what's were we doing in Peltarch? Silly you, Mojo. You know Mister Coin tookses us there to see that nice priestess..she raise-ed our friend rmember? YepYepyep. But that isnot why we wents to see her... yesyes the one in the Temple of Tyr. that ones.. You wers there. We wents to see her about Mommy and whats we could do. Sadly, she was too busy to talk much but dids get Mommy anoter Tyrran symbol.. Likes we saids we would.. Oh yes we did! so sad Mommy looked when we gave her other one back and it brokes... Hmm we will keeps this one till we fix thingss... yepyepyep. Mojo we will se that nice preistess again. We has to about Mommy. But for now..you has a plan yepyep.. Remember we foundses it in that song you taughts me. Such goood, goods plan it is....we'll pour outs her unhappiness yes we will.. But only after we gets her handle.

    Our Mommy is a teapot
    Not short nor stout
    We'll find her handle
    We'll find her spout.
    Then when she gets all steamed and she shouts.
    We'll tip her over
    And pour her out._


  • ::parchment scrap::

    Mommy did not come home last night, Mojo. She dids nots! Moo what do we do?? So sad Mommy seems. even our hugs do not help as much as they use to. But Mommy is in there somwheres.. Somwheres.. We sees it when we tells Mommy you loves her Mojo.. We sees it then. Hmm and the Kind Lady…she did feels so well yesterday eithers.. we mades her good tea.... goood tea. That was after she ehlped Carnival, Mojo. Carnival still sleeps alot and too tired to talk to you in ink. And when she is nots... She dun seem much to feel ike talking in ink. SO sad of news she tolds us though.. She says you heards sad news about Uncle Kanen and Aunt Cila.. No good, Mojo.. no good. but who knew Aunt cila knew the green lady too! Hmm So amny things Mojo.. You know Mister Coin...he seems beter but also sad when he thinks or talks to Carnival.. so sad. Mommy..daddy...Uncle Reg.. Uncle Kanen..the Kind lady...Carnival..at least carnival does not hears you so loud anymore Mojo...no she mights makes untils he is while.. we do not wants her back inside and she does want back insideses eithers. OOO! One thing! One good thing. we helped the ind lady.... we hopes news comes of that mage in the graveyards of Norwick we saws with the Kind Lady Katya.. Diggin gup all those bodies... More news from Norwick about where he went might make teh Kind Lady happier. I thinks we will try and look for him with the Kind Lady somemore today or tomorrow.


  • ::parchment scrap::

    she is so ill, Mojo. But do not worry. Carnival she will be okay..But she is so tired she cannot even talk in ink right now. But you are worried still, Mojo. whys? Hes will be okkay…right Mojo? we do nnots want her back inside... She dun want back inside.. The spider eyes we got should make hers happy. Mister Coin.. Poor Mistr Coin.. how can we be's there for him when we is tow halves that no longer fits? Silly us! This us will be okkay.. But Mojo..Mister Coin seems attached t both..Whats if he is SO sad more sad then us fi Carnival goes like we planned? Poor Mister Coin.. Poor Carnival.. Poor Kind Lady.. so tired sheeems sometimes... Poor Mommy.. As lest she cames home! nd Mojo she cAME home! To us and Carni! yay! Mojo is so happy about that. She is staying with us and the Kind Lady for nows. Maybe daddy will too? I hopes we has enoughs sleeping space. It was scary Mojo..lightning...magic everywhere...and inside...it was worses..what do we do! so many earthshakes ...and it all was coming from Mommy...then it stopped...maybe she needs a really long hug..but..Mojo .the top..it did not work...So sad. So happy... Mojo... why is everybody arounds us getting sadder while we are finally gettings better? Is it cause we ..cause we are gettings better? Mojo we hopes not. Well the Kind Lady needs our help some more, Mojo so much are we learning.. we go help the Kind Lady now.


  • ::::pretty inky scribbles cover one side of an even newer scrap of parchment . No form at all to the scribbles just some haphazard, spastic linky lines. A few thumb prints dot this side as well ..tah seemed to elad to exprimentation in full hand prints::

    ::on the other side more thumb and hand rpints witht his scraled in..again as a child seeming to just first learning how to write::

    Shoulda listened…to..Kind Lady... Mojo.. Kind Lady... Mommy... Daddy...MIster Coin..bandit king... Kind Lady...listen to Kind Lady...too late.


  • ((Just to note…to clear up any OOC confuosion...Those two peronsalites are NOW seprated in SEPERATE bodies. ^.^ There uh this is only OOC just so you know..any who need to care will know soon enough either way. ^.^ Anyway. I was just oo lazy to make a second topic to keep up... well three but taht's another metter.. ))

    ::fresh torn parchment::

    Carnival…sleeps...Mommy...Daddy...Uncle Fish.. Mommy... Mister Coin....bandit king....YAY! Sad they are Mojo. Yay! Not yay... YAY hee heee.. Silly Mojo.


  • ::This particular scrap of parchemnt is all crinkled and folded a dozen times over, ione big inky, smudged spiral almost splattered on with tons of very carefullyplaced ink slashes and dot.. and most not so carefully placed and inchildish handwriting::

    Mojo's Plan

    ::on the back of this scrap is this scattered paragraph in the same child's hand..seeming child's::

    We failed Mojo. It did not workses. We has two of us now. Carnival You hears her still but its like we ehars Mister Coin… or is it Mister Coin hearing her that we hear? Oh MOjo... at least.. the Generous One who made Mister Coin and Elf Freind and allowed us our Oneness with him.. At least he whisperd back..or was that one of your Friends, Mojo? I do not not knowses. Nopenopenope. we..... we must be there and watch him the Generous One said...so Mojo..we will...so troubleed Mister Coin feels it seems...iis our fault, Mojo?

    ::Now a second scrap of parchemnt this one entirely written in Carnival's heart and smiley face-ridden cursive::

    Mister C. Oh Mister C. I am so tired. Mojo is also tired. My plan ddid not work. You are not ALL ours. We split and gvaeand I gave myself up…but it did not work! Cera should hae given herself! Maybe she is the weak one after all!. Mister C. But if she is weaker than me. She must be ven more tired. well she can't have you, Mister C! Mine! you are mine! But how can I make you ALL mine? Mm We will talk more later, Mojo. Must sleep. ::Each Misteer C is surouned by a biggest of all heart…::


  • ::A once flowing graceful cursive script once represented by bold text has degenterated into an adolescent, flowery script complete with smiley faces in the in any letter with a loop and haert over any letter that is dotted is now what the bold text represents..the childish little kid's manuscript is still the same..represented in italics::

    Misty plane…....it is still red, Mojo.... to Mommy we went to get..so scare-ed. so careed. You heards her go boom... And we founds her..but the bandit king...AGAIN. But he is not the nasty we should hate... The nasty we shoudl hate is the demon lady ON the Misty plane. Oh yes. That's right. the one who snitched our Mister C. ::Mister C outlined in concentreic hearts:: Oh Mister C. What can Mojo do? Mojo dun know. Nopenopenope. Mojo dun know. Mister Coin he can not know Hmm but I do. I know. Heee, Mister C. Mojo is a genius! We will…take Mister C's sould for Mojo Then the stupid ol' demons won't have him. We will. But..Mojo is not sure Listen girly..Do you WANT them to take Mister C right from under our nose? No NoNo! Not from our noses! Nopes! They wil nots! Cannots! Then we must make Mister C ALL ours. Yes.. Mojo seeses it now.. Mojo knows it.. Say..you do not sound like Sarah. DON'T call me that! That name no longer fits me. We is Carnival. We are no longer that princess. Heee hee.. We'll show those demons how to smile. OOO yay! Mojo likes that. He does! He doeses! Hugs and smiles for everybody! yes….hugs and smiles for everybody. Yay! Oh but whats about, Mommy, Mojo? she was all sad and so was we after getsing back from the Mistyplane..and she did not find her special necklace from Daddy.. Unlce Reg couldnots find it… We will has to be extra good for Mommy. yesyes..yes. Oh Mojo poor Mommy...it is good Uncle Reg founds us both and ogts us to the KInd Lady..... yes the Kind Lady katya.. we stil has towarn teh peoples about the orcses...that's what we were doing before teh bandits ruined it all...


  • ((Now normally we all could hear and read Cera's thoughts on parchment din her own hand or hands but it seems these False Gods or wso have been quite the busy little bees. ^.^ ))

    ::One of many pre-torn scraps of parchment…but this time as a still phazed Cera...her form fevered andd sweating profusely from thhe surge of raw magic her body has suffered the other night while lisetning to Mommy's (kara's) story. It was not the first time her tru talen had been awoken but...something ws diferent this time...what it is would be deciphiered by glancing over the wild , inky scrible that filled this whole scrap. Not a child's happy little scribble...but one of somone who everytime they tried to concenctrae as they wrote would find her hand slipping clear across the scrap. Not only an inky scribble but smudges and paml prints before the scrap was just crinkled up and tossed away in frustration::


  • ::short scrap::

    It is official . I thinks we has said that before , Mojo.. Mister Coin..Mojo.. all the same. But see? the Knd Lady Katya is really liking how we are doing taking care of Sakura and Jeni and Jonni…she saids we can hellps her even more if we wants so.. YES.. Mister Coin. You will be so happy won't he, Mojo? Yesyep. Mojo you even found our spout.. or was that our handle.. SO confusing still. But maybe now we can founds out about MOmmy and the green lady for Mister Coin...but we thinks we knows more about the little beasties and the dark one than she doeses. maybe weill has to go to Norwick for her...yes good idea Mojo....mmm I hopes MOmmy is help-ed by by Skaura's top it is special... it will quiet her own Mojo. Just don't gets loud while Mommy has it okkay, Mojo?


  • ::parchment scrap, the itali still represents a more child-like scrawling and the bold a more sophisticated, flowing cursive::

    IT is offiicail we dun help the green lady wake upno more. But she needs us. Mojo knows. But..but nopeonpe we cannea do its…besides we dun know how do the stuff they would asks us to do Correct. I do not know, Mojo. So off we goes…we mights be able to helps this Careena but...we dun know it might Aunt Tass and Aunt Ana sad...we loves them to, Mojo We dun want them sad. Nopenopenope. Maybe if we just dun tell either they will be okay. Maybe Mojo will be okay. We can'ts even tells Mommy or Daddy...that wold make you sad, Mister Coin. Mojo does not know what happened but something tells Mojo it is not something he can change. Poor Mojo... Poor Mister Coin.. Poor Mommy and Daddy....Poor us. We must talks to the Kind Lady Katya.. She will know whats to do. She knows lots.. Mojo has seen it. But yesyes.. we did gets to tell at least Mommy so she can tell Aunt Jade about the dark one we saws the other night in Norwick when the little beasties attacked the first time. Nasty! Horrid little beasts! Their nasty poison. so tired we still are from it Ypyep nasty littlle beasties.. But they di not stops us from telling Mommy even though they kepts Aunt Jade and Uncle Wil distracted enoughs. Now Mommy can tell them.