HUMBLE OFFERINGS FROM THE "BLUDGEON OF INSPIRATION"

So, I was with Lulu and Tidus (Final Fantasy X) and we were getting some pointers on how to cast Water from the resident black mage. She got Tidus to do something akin to a small waterball (so, like, a fireball, only it's made of water), and the two seemed happy enough with those results. After Tidus ran off, she gave her attention to me.

It was somehow understood that she would give me some "special lessons". It might have been here, it might have been later, but, I definitely recall her saying "Let me touch you!" I dunno. Anyway, I recall running like hell, and hid in a dark room. She came in and looked around. Of course, she found me, and I bolted outta there again, then flew off.

This is approximately when I woke up, but, I get the impression that there would be some kind of narration, in the style of Final Fantasy X, that "The last Lulu saw of me that night was a silhouette against the full moon. As for myself, my nightmare only just began". Heavily suggesting that I was actually some kind of lycanthrope.


The takeaway I'm getting from this is that I'm a huge coward when it comes to more serious relationships. I'm pretty sure the lycanthropy is also relevant, in that there is some primal fear involved, or a slightly more literal take of turning into an animal?

Hans sighed. Then said, "It seems we're safe. At least for now. However..."

Sarah nodded quikly, and interjected, "I know. The armies of Rokura might be headed this way."

He asked, "I'm glad we agree on that point. So, what do you intend?"

She paused fora a drink, then answered, "We head to Losan Caslte on Losan Lake."

Hans was not amused, "The rumors of thier leader's charisma is duly noted, but, I must remind you that they have not made significant progress against the Rokuran invasion."

She turned to him sharply, and said, "And what would you suggest? That we keep running?"

He was blunt, "We are not warriors, Sarah. The Losan are not going to accept us based on that alone. Besides, I was under the distinct impression that we escaped so that we would live. Not to put our lives in danger."

She shook her head, "So you want us to give up before we even try? Even if they take us in as refuggess, that's still better than running. Don't you think?"

Hans shrugged, and gave up, "Fine. We'll go visit the Losan army. I still think it's a bad idea."


Hector looked across the war table at Hillary. "It seems we have overestimated the enemy forces once again. If this keeps up..."

Hillary scowled at him, "If we did it your way, we would have lost at least twice as many!"

Hector slammed the table, "You cannot expect me to hold my cavilry when all I see before me is slaughter!"

Leara spoke, "I must agree. My archers, Regis' wizards, Hector's cavilry, and even Derril's infintry. We looked like an uncoordinated force."

Regis spoke, "And now, Darril is mortally wounded. If he should die, we have no one to command those forces, except for..."

Hillary slammed the table, "Are you seriously going to suggest who I think you're going to suggest? That's too much of a risk!"

Hector smirked, "So, even you admit that your strategies would put him at risk."

Hillary snapped at him, and said, "Don't be an idiot, Hector. Everybody in the force looks up to him. If it would come to pass that he dies, that would be an incalculable loss of morale, and future support for the cuase."

Feroz stood and said, "You can stop talking about me like I'm not here. You can also stop bikering amoung yourselves. Who's the enemy anyway? Certainly not anybody in this room. It's the forces of the armies of Rokura that we should focus our agression on."

There was a brief pause, then, from Hector, "Sorry, Feroz. You're right. It's just so... frustrating that we cannot make any ground against them."

Feroz nodded, then said, "I understand. I think we need better information, and I've a feeling news is going to come very soon."

As if on cue, "Ma'am! A messager from the west!"

Hillary recieved the message, quirked an eyebrow, then dictated, "There's a unit of about two hundred infantry that sacked the town of Jurl to the east. I saw it with my own eyes. They are like beasts that feed on war. There could not have been any survivors."

A somber pause filled the hall. Then, from Feroz, "Jurl, eh? It's only two hundred men, but, I feel as if they're slowly crawling forward to this position. What do you think, Hillary?"


Sarah looked about making sure there were no other assailants, then eaised her stance. They had been accosted by thugs that vastly underestimated their quarry. She looks to Hans, he nooded to her, and said, "Let's keep going. If we're lucky, we can still make it to Moin by nightfall."

I've failed. My heart is empty. In pain. I am worth less than a thousandth of a penny. Ugly. Alone. There is nothing I can do, except write, and agonize. What I should have done.

I should have dropped the whip, and asked forgiveness for us both. Or, just do what SHE asked. But, I did neither, of course. I just froze. And was punished for it then. Now as well.

I cry. I am such a failure. SHE clearly has a much better person than I will ever be. Perhaps, though, that is a comforting thought. SHE is happy, after all.

It hurts. So much. But there is not a thing I can do. Not 'till much later. Why did I even go? All I wanted to do was check up on something else, yet I allowed myself to be pulled aside. I let it happen, so I can really only blame myself.

I can't make the time move any faster. This, too, is part of my punishment. Even so, will it even matter? How will SHE react to this penance? There is no knowing until one asks.

I suppose there is only so much I can do. I am limited. SHE once called me an angel. Even being a human seems a grandiose title to me now.

Where does a synthate start when trying to find one's past when that past has been wiped from memory? There was a law about them at one time. That could be a place to start. How it came about. What of other synthates?

That last question piqued the girl's interest. If there were others like her, as least she will have a place to belong. A place where she will not be hunted. Or, if she is hunted, there will be others to stand with her.

She searched fervently for any and all news concerning synthates. In her search, she comes across various reports of missing persons. The person in charge of those investigations were all the same officer.

It was the very same officer that interrogated her before for her vagrancy charges.

COUNTRIES/PRINCIPALITIES/PREFECTURES
Imperial Palace
Set neatly in an island the middle of Fruln Lake, the Imperial Palace houses the Empress. Thus, it is the center of politics and culture of Baclyae.
Totally never becomes your HQ. ;)

Duchy of Espea
Consists of the Baclyaen prefectures of Bruize, Eflar, and Croeye.

Barony of Sucror
Consists of the Baclyaen prefectures of Proegro, Yeshea, and Eskya.

Pincipality of Vapleissau
Consists of the Baclyaen prefectures of Caglil, Fraiwana, and Ogren.


DUNGEONS/MOUNTAINS
Wal Pinnacle
Western Elfar sports this mighty mountain, where an order of monks dutifully train their bodies, spirits, and minds.

Sraphyhl Peak
An inactive volcano in the Proegro prefecture. Many tales of hidden treasure surround the place, but, of course, it also houses the most dangerous of beasts.

Glikx Hieghts
A path between Caglil and Yeshea lies apon this mountain. It's well-traveled by merchants, but also bandits.

DUNGEONS/FORESTS
Slyph Forest
A forest if southern Ogren, many tales speak of Elves living here in harmony with the forest.

Blils Wood
A path between Eskya and Croeye lies in this forest. The beast inhabiting this forest make the journey more difficult, but, merchants find the risk worth it.

Klird Timberland
A path between Bruize and Fraiwana lies in this forest. Not sure what else to say about it right now.


Now, how this is all situated geographically is still very much in the air, outside of the prefectures that border each other.

So, I was with a co-worker, in some kind of class or workshop.
There was nothing suspicious about it until the teacher started teaching. I don't recall the subject matter, but, it was not what we thought it should be.
Teacher asked my co-worker a question. She make some quick calculations, and managed an answer.
Teacher drew a diagram of something, then asked me to come up, and asked me, of all things, if I wanted to know the solution, rather than asking me to solve it.
I was like, "Yeah, I have no clue what this even is," and was told to go back into my seat, some other person solved it.
Apparently, I became the person the class poked fun at for the rest of the period. Though, the really odd part was when I fell over to outside the door, and I suddenly stood up, and was like, "I cast yea out, Satan!" ...to the teacher.
Now, I don't consider myself a particularly religious person, but, um, yeah. That teacher high-tailed it outta there. I mean, I seem to recall her coming back moments later, but, I think she retreated again. I think it happend one more time before I woke up?

I don't recall as much as last time, but, I was probably involved in some kind of dating-thing? I just remember being given this ScanTron-like. My particular paper indicated that my "best match" was "Eve", and that filling out certain circles would make it more likely for us to be put together. Or some-such.
I also recall watching a short video of myself and some other person (Eve?) doing down this tunnel with pipes along the wall. I was further down than my companion, and I knew this vid would come up to "convince" me that I should answer "Eve", but, my interest in that person was on the "meh" side of the equation.
I don't know when, exactly, I woke up during this whole thing, but, my impression was that I would visit a certain room that afteroon, and do whatever with whoever was there. At night, I would be asked to go to a different room, and have somebody visit me, and do whatever with that person.

The only other thing I recall was being escorted through a hotel with some guy. It was a wreck, still being in the process of being built, though most of the actual structure was in place. I'm not sure what triggered it, but, at some point, I just said, "Nope, not doing this," and started walking the other way. Guy and some his friends tried to warn/threaten me, but, I ignored them, knowing that if they did try to harm me, I could just kick their butts.

I think that last bit might have technically been a seperate dream, though? I dunno.

My brother had just bought a real classy and highly popular location as an attempt to launch his own business. The name of the city/town it was in was "Monroeville", and it wasn't exactly close. I recall him kissing mom goodbye (none of us have ever done anything like this, by the way), so, it was pretty serious. He was moving out, and wanted me to come with him.

I wasn't keen on the idea. It also came out of absolutely nowhere. We had no idea this was coming. Yet, despite that, I had withdrawn money from the bank just yesterday. I recall fanning out a few bills as a joke. However, it didn't matter what I wanted. I was going with him.

I don't recall much else, except that we were apparently staying at a place called... well, I'm pretty sure it started with "The Deceased"... something. It was some kind of servant-job, I'm pretty sure, but, I can't quite recall now. I do recall that when I was fanning out my bills, it was in the lobby, or some-such location? Like, the cabinet where I had them stashed was right next to my bed, was in the lobby, rather than, well, a more private place. Though, I note that the cabinet they were in, and it's position relative to the bed, is reminiscent of what I used before we moved.