Madison Valley Role Play

I am preparing to teach a class on the delicate and subtle art of Naming. I am temporarily suspending my belief that it'll be a complete waste of my time.

[Filtered away from the Council]

It's two months exactly since I arrived here. When I thought about what I'd be doing now I have to say that being stuck in a little town in Indiana, living in a church, in a world where Kenzo Yagai never lived and neither did my daddy - that's about one of the least probable things I could have thought of, isn't it?

Two months is a long time and they've probably stopped looking for me. I wonder how long Daddy will leave it before he has another daughter instead. I don't really want any more sisters anyway but if he thinks I'm not coming back then...the technology's there and when my generation are older it's the genemodded kids who are going to have the easiest time at everything so he can't give all the money to Alice, she wouldn't know what to do with it.

I still think we'll get home someday but it might take a long time and I don't know what home will look like when I get there.

Also? Is there anyone else here who's...awake at night? And I don't mean to drink in bars and things, just anyone whose sleep pattern isn't like normal.

What...is this.

Whatever happened? Yeah, this is a really bad time.

What a fascinating device! I'm almost afraid to take it apart to see how it works, in fear of not being able to get it back together properly. It must be terribly advanced sympathy to act as a communications device. I've never seen anything like it.

[Absolutely NOT filtered]

Mr. and Miss Black,

Our disagreement has gotten entirely out of control, and is becoming detrimental to our lives here.

I will be the first to take the responsibility that comes from being a man, and extend my apologies to both of you. My behavior was inappropriate and juvenile, and I apologize for any hurt it may have done.

You need not fear me taking any action against you, now, or in the future. Know that I hold both of you in the highest esteem, and consider this disagreement and all attached unpleasantries firmly in the past.

Sincerely,

Re'lar Kvothe, son of Arliden

Yeah. Wow.

You know, we really need not to be fighting among ourselves. There's enough crazy shit to be fighting without taking out our frustrations on each other.

MY SISTER IS GONE!

What have you people done to her?

A tale once came to me of a University near a regular sort of town. It was a large University, that taught a good number of students. These students were from all across the Four Corners of Civilization. Some were from noble families, younger sons who had been sent away to learn their trades. Some were from more humble backgrounds, but clever beyond measure. Some were rich and clever, though to be sure, these were very few.

The Masters, of course, were the same way. Some were Masters because they loved to learn, and loved to teach. These Masters were kind, for the most part, and taught their students many things. Some Masters were simply too smart to do anything else, their minds so far above their students that they bordered on madness. But some Masters were cruel, and seemed to be there more to put their students in their place than for any other reason.

Among the students at this school was one who had worked very hard to arrive there. He had very little means, but a great deal of talent, and was the youngest admitted in more years than many could count. He had, in fact, begun to study sympathy many years before, when he was but a small child. When he began his classes, he thought, realistically, that this should be taken into account. After all, he did not see the purpose of wasting time learning that which had already been learned. So he took it up with his Master, who he (wrongly, it was later proved), assumed to be a great man.

The next day, the Master, threatened by his student's cleverness, and determined to put this young man in his place, handed the reins of the class over to the young man. After all, if he was so clever, perhaps he should be the one teaching. The young man was nervous, and humble, and resisted his Master's request, but was told to do so once, twice, three times.

So he did, and set forth to show the Master that he was not as foolish as perhaps the Master believed. Defiant? Perhaps, although he had not wished to be. But he had been forced to take this position, and swore by Merciful Tehlu that he would not embarrass those who had so kindly taught him in his youth.

And the young man spoke, imparting the wisdom he had learned many years before, as the class listened in rapt interest. While he spoke, he formed a clay mound in his hand, and sculpted it, until after a few moments it was nearly a perfect sculpture of the Master. Requesting a piece of the Master's hair, which was freely given, he completed the simulacrum, and binding his will, caught the small figure's leg ablaze. Now, it was not a perfect link, but the boy's power was beyond all imagining, and in mere seconds, the Master's clothes caught fire, smoking, then shooting blue flame in all directions. Why blue? I know not, although from what I have heard of this master, I think it not impossible that perhaps it was the Demon in him that caused it to burn so - and which caused him to suffer so little hurt.

The boy, of course, found himself on the Horns for such an offense. Humble and terrified, having only meant to warm the Master's foot, he nonetheless stood brave and strong before the onslaught of anger, and showed a strength and nobility beyond his years. Sentenced to seven lashes - seven, that number of such import - he went to his punishment with his heart in Tehlu's hands.

And merciful Tehlu blessed him. Once the lash cracked! And the boy's skin split, but no blood appeared. And he did not flinch, as if he had not even felt the pain.

Twice, and three times! And still, the torn skin refused to cry its tears upon the ground, healed by Tehlu nearly before it had been broken.

Four five and six, and the boy closed his eyes, braver than many men.

And at last, released from his punishment, the crowd marveled at this boy who had been so marred, and yet so blessed that no drop of crimson - and no grimace of pain - marred the boy's countenance.

Why was he blessed so? Perhaps because Tehlu has a special place for those who have been wronged. Perhaps because the Master truly was a demon, and the boy nearly a brave martyr to have challenged him.

Whatever the reason, men say that the lamps in the Master's room always grew dimmer and bluer, and a strange chill would enter the room on the nights that visitors or students would dare to mention the student who had defied him, and won Tehlu's blessing in return.

[Filtered from the council]

Other than Cassi, Pollux and Harry, who are the arcanists here?

And Cassi, meet me tonight at midnight and we'll begin.

Men attack car with swords September 9, 2013 Julia McGee MADISON - Officers responded to a report Saturday that two men were standing in the road when they launched themselves at a car near Lanier Drive, the Madison Police Department said. Adam Shelley, the driver of the vehicle, said he was driving northwest on Lanier Drive when the men appeared with drawn swords and attacked the car. The attack caused minor damage to the windshield and fender. "I thought the circus was in town, or they were doing some sort of theatrical rendition of a troupe," said Shelley. "They were dressed in period clothing and shouting. I didn't know what to do." When officers arrived to the scene the perpetrators had escaped. One man is described as a white male, standing around 6-feet-8-inches with long black hair and grey eyes. The other is also described as a white male, standing around 7-feet-10-inches with red hair and grey eyes. According to officials, the men are armed and dangerous. Anyone with information is urged to contact the Madison Valley Police Department.

To anyone who might have been concerned about me: things are somewhat better, now. Or at least improving.

It's interesting that there are so many different kinds of magic here, isn't it?

[Filtered away from Pollux and Cuthbert]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Cuthbert Allgood in the past few days? Please let me know if you have.

Yes I'm aware that near half of my public-broadcast telephone messages are asking after people who are either missing, won't speak to me, or both, and yes it's troubling.

A number of years ago, in a place much like this in some ways, and much different in others, there was a boy who lived alone in a city full of people. Young he was, and frightened of many things. He had no shoes, no clothes except what he wore, and the only food he had to eat was the food that he managed to steal. He lived like a rat, scrambling across the rooftops in his bare feet, living in a small place where the rooftops met that offered him some small shelter from the rain. The boy had very little except his many sorrows, but still he lived. And in living, he learned many things, and he grew taller, and stronger, and wiser.

But one thing he never grew was bored. For there were always things to do; always things that had to be done. And in the doing, his time passed quickly. In the small amounts of time he had for himself, his mind wandered, and he dreamed. Dreams of Home that once was that made him sad. Dreams of a future that likely now could never be. Dreams of hope, and dreams of sorrow, dreams of despair and dreams of joy. But never did he understand this feeling of boredom that came from having nothing at all to dream about. As he grew, he would watch from afar as the rich walked by, in their fancy clothes and fancy hair, their stomachs full from their latest meal. He wondered if boredom came from that - from having too much, from never having to work for the things you wanted. Or if boredom came from minds that had never had to entertain themselves, having enough money and means to always have someone else to do the onerous task.

And in time, he came to pity them. For who, who truly knows the world, could be bored by it? Who, who loves the trees and the sky, could cease to be entertained by the songs they sing? Boredom, he decided, was an illness that affected those who had closed their eyes to all things around them, and made them feel that doing was more important than seeing or living...

Tell me something interesting that I don't already know.

I'll give you a prize in the end.

Leisha wins!

Right, so. Work. I need to do it, obviously. But my skills basically include fishing, boating and killing people. Any tips would be appreciated.

What do you think happens to people when they leave?

Who: Elodin & Kvothe
What: Catching the name of the wind, but probably not.
Where: Everywhere
When: Now
Warnings | Status: Minor abusive student/mentor comments | complete

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Guns are everywhere. And in a place such as this, with such ill will directed towards us, who knows whether anyone here is safe from them? You could be walking down a street, minding your own business, when an intolerant citizen decides to take this scourge into his own hands. Holding that cold steel in his hand, he puts you in his sites, and without even giving you the chance to defend yourself, the gun fires...

...and shatters every hope, or dream, or love you ever knew.

Unless, of course, you thought of this in advance, and bought one of my Bullet Banes. It's a device that, when activated, will purposely and actively push bullets away from you using the ancient art of sygaldry, keeping you safe from those ignorant locals who may wish you harm.

At only $250, what better way to guard your peace of mind, your dreams, and your very future?

So tomorrow night, at Uncle Elmer's Tavern, we're going to have a night for sharing stories. So many of us are from different worlds and the heart of a culture is found in its stories and songs. So bring your tales, your ballads, and your instruments for a night of learning about each other and sharing our stories of home.

Any questions, contact me, Kvothe.

[Filtered to Elodin]

There have been books written about me.

Do muggles you Americans ever use the phrase be careful what you wish for? Because-

Congratulations, you've been moved up a space on the proverbial ladder. It wasn't by your own doing.

I'm bored. This is never a good thing.

God, what do you people do in Indiana? Are you all just really, really caught up on TV shows? Is this the chance I've been waiting for to finish Orange is the New Black?

I'm starting to miss the constant threat of total annihilation and the epic boss battles. Hell, I'd even take The Unicorn.

At least this place has Spanakopita.



Oh, right. I'm Tony Stark.

Man struck by car in Madison August 28th, 2013 By David Johnson MADISON - A pedestrian was struck by an oncoming vehicle Thursday afternoon, according to police. The accident occurred around 4:30pm on Clifty Drive. Witnesses say the man, a reported refugee to Madison Valley, tried to cross the busy street when he was struck by the car. The driver of the vehicle claimed she had been blinded by sunlight and did not see him. She remained on the scene to speak with police after the accident. She was cited for failing to yield to a pedestrian. A worker at a nearby 7-11 says he saw the accident, and tried to help the man until he could be transported to the local hospital via ambulance. The man sustained arm and leg injuries but is reported in good condition, according to Kevin Greene, a public affairs officer at King's Daughters Hospital.

Huh.

Apparently I miscalculated the distance between my bed and the chamber pot this morning. Neither of which have I discovered since arrival. What a sad little hope that was.. flying away on hopeless little wings.

Were I a more foolish man I might ask where I am, but common wisdom tells me I am in Madison Valley. Wherever that is.