Jan. 8th, 2019 at 8:46 AM
I don’t have to tell any of you how much I don’t want to go back to Mount Weather. I know none of us really wants to, but I will tell you that a lot of the people going are people I would trust with my life. They’re good people. If we have to go, I’m glad we have that much, at least.
It means a lot to know I’ll have all of you there in this. Thank you.
I know we haven’t had much time together yet. I’d like to see about changing that when I get back from this mission. If I haven’t said so, I’m glad you decided to stay.
It looks like Mordy and I are both off. Will you look after the furball for me?
Declan, Solaire and I have been planning food for the entire week! You're all invited to share with us, if you'd like, there's going to be more food than even I can eat, coupled with a generous amount of alcohol and movies and stories.
You don't have to come every night but it's an open invitation for all of you! The most magnificent feast is being planned for Saturday, and will more than likely leave us in a coma on the floor.
Least we know more about them this go around.
If any of you had a very clear delineation between this part of your life and that part of your life, you probably know why I hesitated to say anything when I first arrived. And then Breckenridge happened, and a few days turned into a few months, and I didn't say anything once we turned back to ourselves because it had been such a long while, and maybe it didn't matter, really. But the threat of potentially turning younger made me realise that it's not fair nor safe to say nothing, and --[ /Filter ]
Well then, all right, that's a lot of words. So I'll just try to salvage this and be brief: I wasn't always as I am now. Human, specifically. My father was the King of the Gods and I the Ruler of the Storm and god of War. There was a great deal of war growing up - against the dragons, against the witches, against anyone who my father labelled a treacherous enemy. I obeyed him up to a point when his true wicked nature was revealed to me, and thereafter refused to use my power or my army to support a particularly cruel and vicious battlefield decision of his. In retaliation, he stripped me of my title, power and kicked me out of Anor Londo, and I became what you know me as now.
Which is to say: I was never a bad person, nor vicious, but nonetheless a younger version of myself in possession of my full powers and convinced that I was being kidnapped or played a cruel trick on by a bunch of humans could be... destructive. I'm sorry I said nothing earlier. I honestly don't like to think much of the before, because I very much like my life now. I hope you can forgive me for my silence on the topic.
Also, I'm a cat now. I don't know why that's happened. I hope it doesn't last long.