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

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • (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::


  • ::parchment scrap::

    It is set Mojo! It is set! Sakura will be waked up. Waked up! Yes yes yes! Now we just has to find ways to get to Peltarch. Yes. And we may has to be a squeak toy again or something. Mister Coin says the peoples there can wakes her up but will wants a whole bunch of gold disks for it. I do not knw why so many peoples like such useless metal disks..shiny and pretty they are yes but many things are shineier and sparklier. Mojo…do not be sad. Sak- I

    ::'Sak-' jaggedly connects to the last letter, 'I' From there to say Cera's writing loses all cohesion is an undersatement. It veers off inito jerky, violent strokes across the parchement scrap, bigger than most she has scrawled her stream of conciousness onto. Angry scribbles sweep and spike all over the lower half and puncture holes dot the field of scribbles, no doubt made with the very qiull used to scribble..not to mention the plattered tear stains casuing blotches of bleeding ink here and there. Lastly the broken quill tip remains stabbed through the last hole it inflicted::


  • ((Luckily I was not stuck very long, leaving Cera sitting beside the well in a vegatative state would have not been a fun thing..well not more than two days at least. ^.^ The answer was so simple that it took help from Taren.. bless his monkish heart. A reset. Something every last Narfell player is familiar with I'm sure. A rest of the mind but I digress))

    ::Fragment, Cera's penmanship still scrawls without aim across the torn parchment, yet an occasional grace has returned to the meandering text::

    Mojo! You are so very blurry. but louder you get. All the time, louder. And I knows stuff the longer I hear. No..no..it's not you telling me .. Silly, kitty. You do have some dandy new songs though. But…I still miss Sakura. She was my baby girl was she not? Before we came to Norwick from the nasty wizards. Yes.. No.. So fuzzy. Before Spellhold was Daddy and Mommy. but where did Sakura go. mm maybe it as so long ago she is all growns up? No. silly me. I'm nots that old meself. Am I? I do nots think so. Well we go now, Mojo. Yes we shall And maybe Lady Fade or Lady Kara or Lady Evelyth or Sir Kanen or Lord Fishel can tell us where MIster Coin is so we can fidns him and make a funeral. We needs one for Sakura..even if it WAS a so long ago she died. She died? Yes a memorial we must makes so then we can wake her up. My head still hurts a little, Mojo. Can you kiss it and make it better?

    :A few little dancing flowers have been doodle around the rambling paragraph, complete with little smiley faces One flower does seem to have rather malicious grin in place of a bright smile, while holding bloody dagger in one leaf::


  • ::yet another fragment of parchment, scrawled on by Cera, yet this time her occasional graceful curves in her wandering manuscript is non-existent. In fact…one might say a child had wrote it if they only found the parchment scrap all alone::

    Mojo..she..won'ts wakes up. Nopenope. Sakura will not wakes up. Not at alls! No eats…No wakey wakey. No a thing since she came out. And I thoughts babies cried alot. Sakura has not made a sound, Mojo. NOT ONE. Mojo...I'm scared. I's scare-ed..very very. .Don't let her go sleep by Friar Fred. I won'ts let her. We won'ts let her, will we. Nope nope. Nope.. Not you and me, Mojo.

    ((Curses. >.< I hate sticking to my storyline somteimtes..even as ever evolving as it is. I fear I've broken Cera and I do not know how to fix her Break you ask? A lunatic's mind is a very fragile thing. aw well…she'll make it some how. ^.^ ))


  • ::Yet another shredded fragment of parchment but this seems to be the back of another official document, Cera's meandering script scrawled all over the back::
    ::fragment::

    Where IS Mister Coin, Mojo? The baby is coming and we cannots finds any friends who the baby knows. Nope. Nope. Not good, Mojo. The Well did something..it did. the baby has not felt good since that's nights..nopenope. Mojo..where are they?

    ::fragment::

    Mojo good news!! The baby is here! see! See how pretty she is? She i sleeping though. I will just have to wait for her wake up. Pretty little Sakura.. Sakura Amalith, yes that is what you shall call her, Mojo. What does it mean? Oo I like that but what language does Sakura mean 'cherry blossom' in? Hmm Well you can tell me when Sakura wakes up. Wake up, lil one. Momma has to feed you. Silly me. Her nap is not over yet. I hopes she can her spout one day too. Oh well maybe she will find hers before we find ours. Father see? Do not be so scary. Be Daddy again or you will scare Sakura. See Mojo knows…she is pretty. Wake up.


  • ((She's baaaack… ahem anyway.))

    ::Waddling in past the south gates all invisible, a late term Cera left the wizard whom had escorted her from Sigil back to Toril and all the way back to Norwick, the one she only knew as the nice wizard man. She stopped to write on yet another torn up scrap of parchment::

    Mojo, are you not happy ye did not have to put the nice wizard to sleep and eat him like the caravan peoples? Well just that one man..but he did stop making us pay with being a squeak toy. No no he did not.. The nice wizard man..he is much nicer and better at helping us go… Oh I know.. I miss Mister Coin too. A WHOLE LOTS... But what abouts the Well? Is he still so cranky?


  • (( Blush ^.^ Awww thank you, peoples. I'm afraid I must admit though ALL my characters have been demented in one way or another since I started RPing online…. Schooled in playing an unhinged mindset by playing a various cartoon characters whom hung out with Malkavian vampires in Gotham City...yes the Batman one. It is possible to play a toon semi-seriously if one just looks to Who Framed Rodger Rabbit? and other movies. Anyway, I digress. I'm going but not for long..just vacation til Dec. 30. So Mojo and Cera will return. Feh though. I am going to have to go back through this stuff someday and edit out all those stupid typos I didn't see. I should do this posting stuff not just before I go to bed. But here…is a bit of stuff that may be known by any ICly who was out in the North Rawlinswood within a day or so of the events at the well involving Justinia being all Succubus-like.. Though those who personally know Cera might be more likely to be the ones whoeven care what she was doing out there alone amonst the 'little beasties' [a.k.a. goblins] and as pregnant as she is.))

    The blue-haired half-elf had been wandering since that night. And she was as unseltted as everyone else who had been present or suffered through its confusing events. Her familiar at her side, the obviously pregnant Cera was glowing blue with a protective spell. It was enough to help her hide from the danger presented by the little beasites in the woods just south of Norwick's well named, South Gate. Mojo could easily handle individual goblin that wondered too close to the pair…even the occasional soldier. It was the groups of little beasties she wanted to avoid or rather Mojo wanted to avoid. When the coast was clear of little beasties she led Mojo out from behind the rock they had been their cover for past few mintues. She had to ge away, this place wasn't safe anymore. Not for the baby. Nope. Nope. Not for baby. It was a famiiar urge she felt...to get away. And she did not know why...she just knew she must...every maternal instinct in her body said to get away from Norwick NOW. That succubus and an upset Mister Well...not good..not good at all. Cera's noisy mnd hurt, the voices louder than usual. She did not want to leave her Mister Coin but the voices were too loud and she knew she just had to get away to keep the baby safe. It was these repettive maternal instincts that were stirring her latent talents with the Weave again. She knew nothing of the theories behind planar travel, but still there it was as her subconcious attuned with the very fabric of Mystra's Weave and created a portal for her escape. To the safety her baby needed...only third time in her 21 years and under nomral circumstances inno way was this possible for her to do at will...but the mother-to-be did it now....to save her unborn child...perhaps children. And any near could see the city on the other sid. perhaps only the most educated could know it was Sigil, the City of Doors, but that is where this particular portal led...not on prupose and Cera cared little if at all where the portal led.. She just knew it went away from here. The pretty blue glowing half-elf waddled her mass through with one last glance around for little beasties, Mojo not far behind. The portal flashing close before anyone or anything else could follow. Mojo and Cera were gone...for how long?


  • ((I have no idea if anyone ever gets around to reading this..or let alone getting XP for it but I still promise to add more often to this…thing...not really a diary. But it kinda is.))

    ::With plenty of her Spellhold record left to dispose of, Cera has scrawled the lates events and observations of her life on even more torn bits of parchment::

    ::Fragment::

    It has been a whle since you and me talked in ink, Mojo. Not since we gots to Norwick I think. But I know the hill is special. It is a good place to wake ye up. Tood bad you cannot be awake in town. I know. it makes you sad.

    ::Fragment::
    So many new peoples, Mojo. And the Mayor. ye he wants proof I am a princess befoe we can conclude our negotiations. A portal.. Stupid wizards.. Well we will have to build one. But not open like before. The wizards want us too but we cannot. SO we must build it, yes.

    ::Fragment::

    The voices …so loud today. Inside and out. ..Father...do not be so sary. sta away from my dreams please. Thank you. Mojo... He won't go away. And the wizards almost found us again. I hope we stay in Norwick for awhile...going back to the prisoner camp, Spellhold is no good.. No good.

    ::Fragment::

    Cheese, glorioius cheese! yes I AM a little teapot. Still cannot find my spout or handle though. So many peoples are our friends now Mojo, Lady Kara and Mister Fishel and Sir Kanen and Mister Coin..the most specialest of all. WE loves him the mosstest,. don't we, Mojo? I know we do. So amany good friends we have found here. They'll help us prove to the Mayor we are a princess. Are you sure it's the Elemental Plane of Fire? yes those good ieas…good ideas indeed, Mojo..we will try them...oh..you told me some of them before..well they are still good ideas, Mojo.

    ::Fragment::

    We helped a ranger gets a new bow, Mojo! Good will it is.. Peace and trade cannot be too far away. And guess what! I'm NOT getting fat, Mojo. The food here is not funny after all. Mojo, are we happy? So many oh yes sorry why am I not fat? Because Mister Coin and me are going to have a baby! yes. yes! It is good. Estasisa and Vedo are glad too..and so is Master Fishel and and ….I think the green lady could use a hug too, Mojo but we will have to wait. Everybody deserves a hug. Silly geen lady. Everybody happy. Even Mister Coin! That we are havinga baby. or maybe twins, like Sir Kanen said. I know we are glad to see him again.. To sad you were Mojo to even talk in ink when he visited the misty plane and we did not ses him for so long. I am glad when you are glad enough to talk in ink, Mojo. But we cannot stay... No...That Justinia....she is not good for the baby.. no. Our mission will have to wait till the baby is born.. yes that is it we go.. And come back... We go far away....where cheese is good and teapots have spouts.

    ((And so it was that Cera and Mojo vanished from the land of Narfell for but a few months of self-exile))


  • Perhaps a little explanation is in order for what you may be about delve into (Or in this case, what you may have already delved into above). You see, Cera Amalith, she at one time possessed a sanity as whole as yours or mine… for the whole of her first seven years oflife. If not for one terrifying event one night during her seventh summer, she may have well passed through a life as mundane as a million, even billion others before and after her. That night Cera's young mind would lay shattered in infinite little shards, never again to be whole.

    Talent in the arcane run deep in her family on both sides and both rich lineages collided tragicly in Cera. Almost fated from birth, this half-elf girl held strong latent talents in the family business, that manifested themselves that fatefulnight when she awoke from a nightmare. Only this one time, her mind did not register that she had truly awoken. No, this time her terror did not flee with sleep, it hung in her mind. She was panic-stricken and her frantic glances around her bed found no way to keep running. It was all around her and if she did not find a way to keeping going... Then and thereher latent talents awoke in raw force ripping open a portal in the fabric of reality. It did not matter where it went, it went away from where shewas and that was where she wanted to go.

    The panicked child scrambled over her covers into the portal, on the other side she actualy found a moment of relief. She had made it and she was safe. So relieved was she that the shadow that grown over her small , crouched form went unnoticed at first. When her half-elven gaze lifted up, it was filled with the enraged visage of an efreet lord. Her portal had led her straight into his private study and understandably a being such as he was ready to slay whatever could be powerful enough to breach every defense his city and palace held so easily. Yet even he had to be amused to find the intruder was but a frighteneed little half-elf girl, a Prime of all things.

    His amusement was short-lived; however, he knew as harmless as this intruder was now, she could grow up to be a real threat if this was any sign of things to come. With a cruel smile he gazed down on the now frozen Cera and boomed, "So little one, you have quite a talent there, not everyone can invade my inner sanctum so easily...and across the Planes no less. Quite a gifted little one...well I have one more 'gift' for you."

    She remained frozen and silent where she ahd been from the moment she glanced up, filled with such teeor, her previous panic was long forgotten. She had never heard of genies in none but stories let alone set eyes on a high and mighty efreet prince. Her jaw was locked shut, her small hands fossilized into fists that turned her mocha skin almost as pale as a human northerner at her knuckles.

    Today she barely remembers what happened next but the efreet's "gift" is a permanent remainder seen indirectly by all she meets. From that night on her mind was filled with voices of beasts and beings of every kind from every corner of the multiverse. She heard the conversations of demons and gods alike, all at once.

    A constant din she could never get away from. and hearing things mortals were never meant to hear. Luckily, if luck can be found in this, for her she can ever make out snippets and parts of any one voice avoiding any ire from beyond.

    Though she did live to crawl back through her portal before it closed back into her bed, her mind was forever open to the Planes and closed to sanity.

    This event also sealed the rest of her childhood to be spent in Spellhold. An asylum in the land of Amn for mages and those with natrually talented in the arcane....to keep the people of Amn safe from these..deviants. Or in Cera's case, at least first, to keep her safe from the people. A little girl opening a portal to the Elemental Plane of Fire is not something that goes unnoticed by the Cowled Wizards. And that is where she spent her childhood and grew into a young woman, the voices of the Planes never diminishing in the least.

    A small collection of the louder voices echoing in her head, she ahs come to know as Mojo and when she matured physically and magically enough to find a familiar she naturally enough assumed THIS was the Mojo who had been talking to her all along and that she had at last found him.

    Despite all the wizards' best efforts she was never again able to remanifest that portal, which is the real reason they took her in the first place. If anyone was going to wield such power they wanted that person under their confrol.

    When it grew apparent that all she'ld ever be able to do is summon Mojo and a few parlor tricks, the Cowled Ones decided they had wasted enough resources on her and had her...dealt with. Surprise, surprise that was when her latent talents choose to awaken once more and she was...free.