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and leisure suits.

Reminds me, I heard Ice Ice Baby on the radio today. It made my day.

 

Remember when VH1 did those Behind the Music episodes? I really liked those. Some of those where-are-they-now stories are funny as hell. Like Air Supply playing at the Holiday Inn or Loverboy at the State Fair. :rofl Too good.

 

Deadsville in here tonight. Guess you're all taking the honey's out for a V-Day dinner huh? This guy gets it! I wholeheartedly agree.

 

Just getting home from shopping for daughter's birthday.

How was everyone's day?

Jen: They don't know you are a druid, know you know magic but not what type, and you have a 7 foot owl. Do you have a bunch of trolls in your party? although... 4 foot axe and leather... woo hoo Mia!

 

Well they think I'm not a fighter, they know I'm lying but they can't figure out what the hell I am because none of them have ever had contact with a druid before. None of them have confronted me about it but our pirate is being super nice to me and the monk keeps taking notes. I have a friend in the party, an ogre played by my friend Seth. He obviously knows what I am but he won't ruin my secret. It isn't a huge deal if they find out I'm a druid, it's just fun to pretend I'm not. Honestly the only reason she is a druid and not a fighter is this character Mia was originally a character named valiant lotus, a full moon lunar for an exalted campaign that fell through. Lunars are shape shifters and can turn into animals, Lotus was a panda bear lunar so I had to make Mia a druid so she can shift. Mia can't shift yet, she's only level 3 but the eventual goal is to make her a polar bear since there aren't any pandas in this world.

This is Lotus/Mia's unfinished backstory:

A few candles flicker softly in the dimly lit, scarcely furnished living room, as the shadows of two women dance across the walls. One of these shadows belongs to an older woman, in her 40s. She has the face of someone who knows her role and accepts it. Her brown eyes lack depth and emotion, as she has no need for either. She was born to be a housewife and she will die a simple housewife.

The other shadow is much less content, simply drifting across the walls of a broken down farmhouse. This is the shadow of a young woman, no older then sixteen. "You know I can't live a life like this," Doting Companion says angrily to her mother. Companion flashes a cold, angry, hateful stare at her mother. The old woman doesn't even notice, she is too lost in her sewing. She ignores her daughter a while longer in favor of a small black kitten who is quietly brushing against her legs. Finally, she looks up at her angry daughter and sighs, "You will learn your place and die a housewife, just as I will. Once you accept that this life is your fate things will become much easier." Companion’s piercing green eyes once again fell on her mother, and once again she is ignored by the old woman. She starts to scream, "My life will not be wasted on such trivial things! I want to support a family not become a slave to one! I need to be able to hunt and fend for myself! If you want to die a housewife that is fine with me, but I'll be damned if that is to be my fate!" Companion’s shadow abruptly left the wall as she stormed out of the room. Her long black hair is flowing behind her as she stomps through the house swearing loudly.

Companion slams open her door with enough force to leave a decently sized dent in her wall, then slams it shut with an equal amount of force as the hinges complain loudly. Once the door is closed she calms down immensely. Walking to her bed she sighs and pulls the curtains open. With a thud she falls onto her bed and once again sighs deeply. She notices herself sighing and realizes she does it often while trying to think, almost sighs again but catches herself. Looking out her window she notices the moon is oddly bright, she ignores it and rolls over. As Companion looks around her room she feels more and more trapped and frustrated. She contemplates running away, but knows she needs more of a reason to leave the farmhouse because once she leaves, coming back isn't an option. The bed creaks as she rolls over a few more times before finally drifting into an unsound sleep.

Whimpering softly in her sleep Companion is watching herself die an old housewife. Companion quickly sits up in her bed, knocking her pillows to the floor. Taking a deep breath she looks around the room to assure herself that it was a dream. The wind is blowing her curtains and she once again notices the moon. She pushes herself off of the bed and makes her way towards the window to close the curtains. The moon has been distracting her all night. She doesn't quite understand why the moon looks so different so she shrugs it off and goes back to bed.

Light trickles into Companion's room through the closed curtains as she slowly wakes up into her nightmares. Closing her eyes and swearing silently she longs to be back in the dream she was having. Only a few minutes earlier she was hunting for food to provide for a family. Now that she is awake she serves a family that barely feels like her own anymore. The loud banging on her door can no longer be ignored so she forces herself to get up out of bed. The voice of her mother quickly grates on Companion’s nerves as she tries to make it through her morning without causing any trouble. Of course her days can never be so easy, around noon Companion’s mother tells her its time to break her spirit. With a smile, her mother explains that she will be whipped daily in order to ruin her rebellious spirit and force her to accept her fate to be a housewife.

As Companion’s mind races she tries to go through her day as if nothing is wrong. Somehow she manages to keep calm around her family. Trying to figure out her best course of action, she thinks through several plans including killing her family. Realizing that she would be much safer just running away she tries to figure out how, but since she isn’t prepared to live on her own in the forest yet, she waits.

Day after day Companion screams for her family while her blood soaks the grass. These whippings don’t bother her, she is too strong to let herself be broken by physical pain. She screams to keep her mother convinced that one day soon she will snap like a twig and her spirit will be dead. Companion isn’t a stupid girl, she knows in order to survive alone she needs to be able to deal with pain. After a while her mother starts to suspect that she is lying because her eyes are still sharp and piercing, yet every afternoon Companion acts submissive and screams in pain while blood trickles down her back.

It has been four months since Companion’s whippings started. While her face is still beautiful her tall slim figure is heavily scarred. She will always carry with her the deep, pink, scars but she doesn’t mind. The scars have actually helped her because they have made it difficult to tell the difference between her scars from being whipped and her scars from training. To prepare herself to live alone she has been hunting at night, her senses have heightened, she knows the surrounding areas and she has never been happier. Having never felt stronger in her life she decides it is time to leave. Companion finally feels ready to take her fate and her life into her own hands.

Several things have gone missing in companion’s house over the last four months, many of them her fathers. A pair of thick leather boots that go up to the knee, several small knives and a pair of leather fingerless gloves. Her parents never think to check Companion’s room but they are all there under her biggest most frilly dress.

As usual Companion waits in her bedroom staring at the moon. Several hours pass quickly and she is finally satisfied that her parents are sleeping. Silently she gets dressed and takes one last look around her room. Realizing it is missing she hurries to her dresser and pulls a knife wrapped in thick cloth out from under a dress. She looks down at the knife and then the long black hair that is falling in her face. She pulls her hair behind her and takes the knife to it, a foot and a half of black hair falls in a pile on the floor as she brushes her new bangs out of her eyes. She secures the knife onto her belt she quietly slips out her bedroom window.


Companion walks through the field as a sense of freedom washes over her. She is so happy she could cry. The heavy barn doors creak softly as she pushes them open, looking around she finally sees what she wants. Companion grabs a black leather whip and walks out of the barn, spitting on the creaky door as she leaves. She pauses for a second and then walks back into the barn, this time she leaves a bloody trail on her way out.

“Thanks for everything
-Love, your sweet little submissive housewife of a daughter, Companion”

is written in pig blood across the heavy barn doors. A pig’s body is lying in a pile of hay still dripping blood onto the dirty barn floor, it has whip marks on its back. She smirks and continues across the field kicking up dirt as she goes.

Once companion is a comfortable distance from the farmhouse she decides to stop until sunrise. So much is running through her mind at the moment but she puts it all aside. She wipes some her blood off of a fresh cut on her arm and gets to work. Pulling together a few thick branches she makes herself a spot to sleep for the night, she is sitting calmly about fifteen feet above the ground. She spent about two weeks teaching herself how to do that useful little trick, climbing the trees is easy, its getting across from tree to tree that isn’t.

Light trickles through the leaves as companion slowly wakes up. Nobody is yelling or knocking on her door, this is the first peaceful morning she’s had in months. She wonders what her parents are up to, if they’ve noticed she is gone yet. She thinks about it for a few minutes and decides one year from now she is going back to that farmhouse to prove her mother wrong, to prove that she doesn’t need to be a housewife. After about a half hr she realizes she has more important things to do and gets down from the trees. As her boots hit the ground a fox darts out from behind a tree, without a second thought she pulls out her knife and in one smooth motion throws it in the direction of the fox. A few leaves rustle, well that takes care of breakfast Companion thinks to herself.

Companion picks up her fox and moves deeper into the woods. She stays close enough to the river that she can still hear it but intends to stay deep enough into the woods that her smoke can’t give away her position. Satisfied that she is safe, companion, makes a quick fire and enjoys her breakfast. She brings down her boot on what is left of the embers, once it is out she pushes herself up and heads to the river.

edit: As for Mia's attitude towards her parents, I didn't get along with my mom when I was 16 and wrote this story.

 

I have had a fun day of taking care of a sick baby and wife, so I haven't been around much. I had your package all packed up, but unpacked it all. You now have 8 razors coming your way for testing. I will PM more info soon.

 

Very thorough back story. I hope it isn't autobiographical at all... (other than in spirit)

 

Nope, my parents are good people, we just didn't see eye to eye when I was 16

Anyway, after this part of the backstory that I officially wrote, she gets attacked by a monster and saved by druids that have been secretly watching her since a couple of days after she escapes. She meets her master, Dorin who is traveling with my ogre buddy. We do some exploring for a few years until one day Dorin leaves the two of us in a town for a few days which isn't unusual for him, but he never comes back. We don't know what happened to him and that leaves us at the start of the campaign.

 

Jen: Have you ever read any of the sword and Sorceress Collections of short stories that is put out by Marion Zimmer Bradley. Honestly, Mia's backstory would fit in well in with many of those authors.

 

Never even heard of them but I think I need to look them up

 

Marion Zimmer Bradley is a successful author in her own right. She puts out a collection of short stories by new sci-fi/fantasy writers that goes by Sword and Sorceress. I don't know how often she puts out a new collection, but there have been many very good stories in them.

 

Thanks Rodd; don't know how I'll get through 8 razors! :shocked003 Hope the wife and baby get better soon. That's a bummer I know.

 

Wow Jen. Little over my head, but very impressive.

Shep, take your time. I wanted to give you an idea of the different types of open combs. I have back ups, and I am just finishing open comb week.

 

It has been a long week, and exhausting day, and I am crashing. See you all tomorrow morning. I might even chose to sleep in a little... say 4:30... maybe even 5.

 

Thanks rodd, I really like that story. It's one of the first I ever wrote.

 

Sorry it has been such a rough week. Get some rest. I think I am going to crash too. Good night everyone!

 

G'night peeps.

 

Just about time to turn in. Been a slightly frustrating night. Pens lost *another* game to the Leafs on a HNIC, and when I finally find some of the little things I'm missing (like a case for my slim and some Super Blue blades) on the bay, I'm out of cash to close the deal.

Then again, I've got a new (to me) trick for tomorrow's shave. I wedged that C&E puck into the bottom of that shave mug, so it finally occurred to me to just lather there instead of treating the mug as if it were a bowl and just using it to load up. D'oh!

 

Good morning. Nope, I didn't sleep in. Cue Barenaked Ladies: "Who Needs Sleep?"

Went for the Lime this morning. So... QED Fresh Lime, Boosters Ice Lime AS and some Lime Skin Food to finish off. No problems with the lime turning me off scent-wise today, so I guess the Lime can go back in rotation. I forgot that I switched out the blade in one of my NEW razors. I was in between the 2nd and 3rd pass before I recalled putting a feather in the razor. Yeah, the feather made so little of a difference that I had forgotten it wasn't a 7 O'Clock Super Platinum in the NEW. Oh well, it makes me feel better about getting in on that group buy.

Not much going on today. I am going to head in to work to get some grading done (and try to avoid dislocating the other shoulder). If Best Buy is open early enough I will go pick up daughter's birthday gift before heading home, grabbing the dog and taking her to training. Then it will be back to home for cleaning before my parents come tomorrow. OK... I guess I will be a bit busy. Oh well..

 

Morning Justin.

My son decided 6:00 was his wakeup time. Oh well I won't complain. He did take a 3 hour nap yesterday so that is probably why he got up early.

No Noxema in the mail yesterday so probably Monday.