Log thing

[iDea]

Lots of other people seem to be doing this. I guess it might help?

Chumhandle: iDea (Shut up, I thought it was clever at the time.)
Age: About 14.
Symbol: An abstract circular shape.
Guardian: Cousin.
Strife Specibus: BookKind.
Fetch Modus: Tarot modus, in which the name isn't written and the picture is abstract and useless.
Colour Hex: 7FFFD4.
Nationality: American.

Native Session:
Role: Witch of Rain.
Land: Land of Fog and Fields. Really pretty, but hard to navigate.
Consorts: I think they were newts or something. Some kind of amphibian.
Denizen: Eris. Word of warning: she has the most annoying laugh.
Moon: Derse.

Current Session:
Number: Two.
Role: Maid of Mind.
Land: Land of Dusk and Reflection. Always dark.
Consorts: Purple birds.
Denizen: Pandora.
Moon: Derse.

...I think that's the right format for the introduction.

[iDea]

I guess I should write this down. This isn't something that should be forgotten.

Nine days ago, our Thief of Void somehow managed to steal a sizable chunk of the group's grist.
I checked on him, as our session's Designated Therapist, and decided that his plan was stupid but harmless and resolved to leave him alone.

AspiredClockworks (aC) convinced me that the player in question was not harmless and that I should check on him. (Yes, him. It happens.)

...I then made the mistake of turning the problem over to the session leader, our Heir of Space.

GenesisArtificer (gA) explained to me why this was a bad idea.

So I talked to our leader. Got him to stay out of it.

But the problem wasn't just going to go away. And I couldn't fight him.

Instead, I talked to our Time player. Unsurprisingly, she didn't believe me. She pretty much thought our Thief walked on water.

She forced my hand. So I used [World That Never Was] to show her the proof. By that time, there was a 78% chance he would have slaughtered the whole session.

She managed to guide us into the timeline where everything turned out okay.

I think we might really be okay. We're getting close to the endgame.

Wish us luck.

[iDea]

Well. That didn't go as badly as I thought it would.

Session's over, we all restarted as per usual. I got into the medium like three hours ago, thought I'd check on the site. See what's up and all.

I still don't know my title. This session seems pretty buggy.

Joy. >:(

EDIT: Yup, buggy. After conversations with most of a Consort village it's confirmed I got a male-only class and everything. Double joy.

Current Session:
Number: Three.
Role: Heir of Flow.
Land: Land of Sky and Depth.
Consorts: Green cats.
Denizen: Aries.
Moon: Prospit.

(Info will be filled in as I come across it.)

[iDea]

Is Prospit always this bright? My eyes were watering. Eeesh.

The carapaces were all pretty nice, though. Maybe I'll do some exploring, run a few quests. See if the dialog trees are any different.

I like the dream moons. :)

[iDea]

...I'm going to be all denial-y for a bit. You all know why. I'll be okay, but... don't bring it up?

Lets just ignore that elephant in the room.

[iDea]

Effing underworld. Effing angels. Eff.

I hate absolutely everything.

[iDea]

Well. That was... not great, but not terrible either.

Fingers crossed for a relatively harmless session this time.

[iDea]

Okay. Here's what info I've been able to gather:

Current Session:
Number: Four.
Role: Scout of Rain.
Land: Land of Wood and Rain.
Consorts: Red ferrets.
Denizen: Dagon.
Moon: Prospit.

I'm trying to keep this readable. Please please please tell me if I post something incomprehensible and Rainy. I might have to refer to this later.

[iDea]

Welp. New session. Sorry about the silent treatment; all my entries kept turning out to be gibberish. Anyway:

Current Session:
Number: Five.
Role: Maid (again) of Stars. Ugh.
Land: Land of Runes and Ruins.
Consorts: Turtles. Blue ones.
Denizen: Cassiopeia.
Moon: Derse.