Eär

Today's word means "sea", also, the Great Sea west of Middle-earth.


Well. The only reason why you still simmer around in some memories are because of one issue: trust. You definitely made sure to fuck THAT part up. And by the gods and the Emperor I hope it hasn't spilled over as much as I fear right now.

So if you read this, well, fuckface, I don't have the slightest interest in where you are or why you would possibly read this but if there is a hell for you I hope you fear it and I hope you will come to understand yourself and do it truly, because I try not to wish people ill but I really, really hated you and I don't wish you even the slightest bit of good except perhaps that you come to insight. Yes, insight, so that you may become a good and nice person but I don't need to know if that ever happens. Go away, and NEVER come back.

I found Geirhild again, it was nice and interesting and also showed me some of her frailties, and that's as much as I will say, I think, because I'm already too whiny and must seem always only negative. I try not to be, but it's very hard.
But you really, really, really cannot have a roleplaying group where two or more of the characters don't trust eachother, and with that I really mean no-bullshit don't trust. I learned that lesson well with Imbra and Eli.

On another note I feel kind of stressed. I've started packing and it'll take just as long and be just as messy and tricky as I think. And we might not HAVE someone to let from us after all. I'd use Geirhild's Fenrisian swearwords now, but I don't know enough of them.