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In Memory of Illyana Tharmolv
What do you do, when someone so precious is suddenly ripped from your life? How do you deal with the gaping wound that's left in their place? You can try and stitch it up, stop the bleeding, but no matter what you do the blood keeps seeping through the cracks. You can cover it up, hide it under you clothes, but it soaks straight through to the surface. It gets on your hands, your face, and then everything you touch just grows the mess further. And so you grab a sponge, and it helps for a while. But then you realise the sponge is completely sodden with ichor, and the more you scrub the more you're spreading it all over the place. And as you're desperately trying to figure out how to fix it and panicking so much because you're just making the mess bigger and getting in everyone's way and everything you try fails and nothing you're doing is working - you still feel it. The pain. Oh, Gods, the pain. The searing agony that shoots through your body every time you dare to move an inch.
What do you do? What are you *supposed* to do?
Because I don't know. I can tell you what Illy did - even though she was hurting so much, she found it in herself to turn that pain into action. She chased off the shadowy fuck that was trying to take Malakos' soul, and then when his self-righteous, holier-than-thou alter ego came along - the so called deliverer of souls or whatever - she chased him off too. Because 'who are you to judge us?' Who has the right to take all the complexities of a life and boil it down to one singular moment of either right or wrong? And then, after standing off with the primordials themselves, she immediately jumped back into action, making sure her friends were safe and accounted for, and looking for the one's who weren't. Saving the one's who weren't. Because that's who she was - she'd sooner dive-bomb her enemies into the ground, taking herself out with them, than give them even a chance to hurt anyone she cared about.
But that doesn't help. The fight's over. There's no pseudo-god to battle, no dragon wrestle out of the sky. Nothing to channel this agony into. Just me and this wound that won't stop bleeding. And it hurts. It really hurts.
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My New Friends
Session 1
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Snake People and Glowing Flowers
Session 2
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Red
Session 3
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Genesis of the Bath Bomb
Session 4
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Splitting the Party
Session 4.5
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A Letter from Ser Reginald Cheese
Session 5
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Friends won and lost
Session 6
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I'm a bit busy right now
Session 7
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He's back. I don't know what to do.
Session 8
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The Journal Entry’s title
Session 9
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I fought a tree today!
Session 9
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YEAH BABY!!! ORCHID'S BACK!!!
Session 10
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ILLY'S DAD ROCKS
Session 11
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I'm scared. Please don't leave me.
Session 12
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But it's Okay. I think. Hopefully.
Session 12 and 13
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In Memory of Illyana Tharmolv
Session 14
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Mr Metal Man
Session 15
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Whoever called it mooning... I understand now.
Session 16
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The
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The Journal Entry’s title
Session 17
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Everyone keeps leaving me behind.
Session 17
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The next person to join our group needs to go through some sort of audition process, because holy jeez
Session 18
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Well. The audition worked, I guess
session 19
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Baglin's Holiday Home
Session 20
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The Diary entry where the group is launched out of a hole in a cliff, riding the back of a giant Bone Naga, sailing towards a huge lake of lava
Session 21
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The leg bone's connected to the. Hip bone.
Session 22
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Session 4
Session 4.5
Session 5
Session 6
Session 7
Session 8
Session 9
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Session 10
Session 11
Session 12
Session 12 and 13
Session 14
Session 15
Session 16
Session 17
Session 17
Session 18
session 19
Session 20
Session 21
Session 22
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