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Baron Graysky (or Why It Sucks to Be Seraph) Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a Baron?  I can tell you.  I can tell you because apparently I am one.  It feels like this: You are very small.  And you are very young.  And of the six billion people on the planet, approximately 95% of them are better suited to being in charge of something than you – let alone being in charge of other people.  And yet, because you had the ill fortune to be in town when a bunch of extra-dimensional rifts opened up and illithids and other freaks of nature poured out and starting killing people, all of a sudden everyone thinks you can handle being in

Relativity The problem with being relatively certain of anything was that you weren't really sure of anything.  For example, she was relatively certain she was drunk (the simile "as fuck" sprang to mind, further confirming her suspicions that she was not, in fact, sober), but what, in the grand scheme of things, was that relative certainty worth, exactly?  She was relatively certain it wasn't her fault, as she didn't drink, and had refused – as flatly as ever, she might add – to partake in the usual post-adventure festivities insofar as they had involved mind-altering substances; and yet here she was, flat on her back on the soft, cool grass

Subtleties The differences are subtle, to say the least.  Especially at this age, when it is hard enough to differentiate between boys and girls, let alone between elf and half-elf.  Most children have something decidedly elfin about them, anyway, so it seems absurd that such a pittance of differences should matter as much as they do, but there you have it. Perhaps it is something in the ears, which extend to a point at the top, but are not as long and animated as they should be.  Perhaps it is something in the eyes, which are slanted and a vibrant green and shaped like almonds, but not, perhaps, as large as they should be.  Perhaps it is s

From Mr. Riku Seraphim Sephiroth, to Mr. Griswold Steeldriver; in which Seraph attempts to relate the battle of Timberwood, amidst a sea of interruption. Griz; Our make-shift little army has suffered it's first casualty, not including some of Mirazina's golems seeing as I can't decide if they count or not.  We lost Erallador today, thanks to an impetuous decision on the part of one of our own.  Therein lies the rub, I think.  We had been afraid it would be too late for him when we set out to begin with, but … we could have saved him.  They hadn't killed him.  Sianna was in there already, if Arcane First had just … but there's little point i