Saturday
Yesterday was gloomy, and I thought it was the weather. Well, I managed to will myself out of my apartment and I hopped on the train across the Schuylkill, to treat myself to a shepherd’s pie at McGillin’s. I also drank plenty of water, and my mood notably improved afterwards, so I think the main issue was dehydration from the monstrous amount of caffeine I had on Wednesday (finishing up the write-on) and Thursday (D&D night). The shepherd’s pie was good, and for lunch today I decided to make a chicken shepherd’s pie to use up some ingredients here.
It was excellent. I helped myself to some extra, and I have plenty left over for the next day or two.
Tonight we have an Incunabuli session. Full disclosure: I haven’t spent any experience gained from our recent sessions. What’s the point, honestly? The Good Padre is invincible: not his addictions, not his sicknesses, not the horrors he’s faced nor the crew of desperados and outlaws he’s thrown his lot in with have brought him down or have shaken his faith in Lord Aveth (who reigns atop Her tall tower, praise be) and the promise of Her kingdom for all men [and mice, but that’s a most heterodox view]
You know I miss how it was just before the heatwave, when it was bright and sunny yet cool, the air not scalding nor the skies dreary and dark. I’m considering getting another haircut, just cutting it real short, so that the wind doesn’t keep sweeping it about incorrectly. Sometimes I wish I could command the wind or clouds. I wrote poetry last night for the first time in a while.
Sunday
Laudate Avetha, Deus in terra,
Avetha, gratia plena,
Avetha, potesta plena,
Ave, ave, Dominosa,
Dominosa autem mecum esta.For the Daughter of Man came to seek and to save the lost. Thus I say, truly, “Believe in the Lord Aveth, and you will be saved, you and your kin.” Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please our Sister Lord.
No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And our Lord is faithful; She will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, She will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. From the Holy Writ: ‘Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat down on them,’ nor any scorching heat. For the Lord atop Her tall tower will be their shepherd; ‘She will lead them to springs of living water.’ ‘And Aveth will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’
– Padre Faustino Calderon Capard del Monte Rubito, to a bunch of Firlish laborers
As I write this it is mid-morning. The Incunabuli session went well enough, we had to leave the ruins we’d been exploring because one of our number needed surgery to get his blight removed. Molly’s new character is a churchmouse, and it’s always good to have coreligionists in the crew. The Padre held a mass (see above) for the workers at the excavation site (and managed to get five pounds in donations, handled by the mouse because the Padre’s an ascetic). We stayed the night above the ruins, and boarded a bus into town the next day. We arrived around mid-day and it was good that we managed to scrounge up some cash beforehand because the surgery cost five pounds. Afterwards, we went to Our Lord of the Unconquerable Host and received a task from the parish priest to clear out the rectory. The late bishop was a heavy smoker, see, and eventually the dust bunnies got him by crushing him under a bookshelf. So not only do we have to do pest control, but we have to deal with the grue what was once the bishop since no one was around to give him his rites.
Inside the sitting room of the late bishop’s suite, there were shelves knocked over and moldy books scattered across the floor. The ceiling looked as if it would cave in from water damage. Well, we tried lifting shelves and found bugs, which naturally we started blasting. My character was able to notice that the ceiling shifted as flechettes started flying, but unfortunately he just barely missed the bishop with his pike; the ceiling completely collapsed with the Padre’s stab, drenching the crew in filthy water and bringing the grue with it. I’ll try to describe combat in greater detail next write up, since we ended mid-peril, but suffice to say the Padre has to roll Immunity later to avoid getting yet another disease.
My dreams slithered in strange ways. It’s been an uneventful morning, I have to finish the tidying up. I took out some trash, the dumpsters in the loading area are filled to the brim with rubbish. I probably need to get more toiletries soon, maybe some produce.
The air is heavy and devoid of music.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 