Undercaffeinated Eel

#SunsetChat The night is coming to a close and Taya and the Duchess depart to discuss the finer points of air-to-air combat interspersed with a bit of religion. There is vigorous discussions of maneuvers and a lively back and forth about the proper use of artillery in close combat and whether

"Ah, that's the good stuff ain't it?" she exclaims after emptying half a bottle of very expensive wine. "Nessa, I notice that you are, uhm, jingling?" Taya remarks. "Have you been-?" "Ya know I have and, uh we should probably get outta here!" Taya sighs heavily, knowing this was coming.

#SunsetChat The night is coming to a close and Taya and the Duchess depart to discuss the finer points of air-to-air combat interspersed with a bit of religion. There is vigorous discussions of maneuvers and a lively back and forth about the proper use of artillery in close combat and whether

passionate discussion). The Duchess departs first, leaving behind an offer of further discussions of tactics and, perhaps, grand strategy should Taya find herself passing this way again. Taya, of course, can make no promises as the life of the privateer is uncertain.

#SunsetChat The night is coming to a close and Taya and the Duchess depart to discuss the finer points of air-to-air combat interspersed with a bit of religion. There is vigorous discussions of maneuvers and a lively back and forth about the proper use of artillery in close combat and whether

it is better to hammer your opponent with the heavy guns or deploy the light guns for more precise work. Soon their discussion turns into vigorous, breathless debate as both press their points home, finally ending in a mutually satisfying conclusion amid earnest prayers to the Divine

#sunsetchat Toward the end of the night the Duchess tir Hallennen herself stands amid several other ladies of rank watching the festivities. She is tired of the ball - tired of a great many things, actually - and would like to slip away but, as host, that would not do.

"I saw you with my daughter, Captain," the Duchess says, fixing Taya with brown eyes hardened by long years of power. "Is it your intent to court her...or have you come to steal her away." "Oh certainly to steal her away, my lady," Taya replies, humor in her tone. "I shall whish her away and, come

#sunsetchat Toward the end of the night the Duchess tir Hallennen herself stands amid several other ladies of rank watching the festivities. She is tired of the ball - tired of a great many things, actually - and would like to slip away but, as host, that would not do.

"Captain Hellarcher, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she says as a black-clad figure approaches. "Just paying my respects to my most gracious host as a good guest should." "A good guest?" the Duchess replies? "Hardly not!" "And yet here we are going out to the dance floor."

#sunsetchat Taya, being of good breeding and manners, ate a light meal before the ball and so does not over indulge. She samples some of the more choice morsels, savoring them and offering commentary on their qualities and compliments to the staff as is proper. While engaged in her culinary critique

Meanwhile, nearby, Nessa has just finished her second tray of appetizers (snatched out of the hands of that waiter she spied) and is searching for a third. One gazing upon her might have two questions, the first being how she can eat that fast and the second, seeing the capacity of her mouth,

#sunsetchat Taya, being of good breeding and manners, ate a light meal before the ball and so does not over indulge. She samples some of the more choice morsels, savoring them and offering commentary on their qualities and compliments to the staff as is proper. While engaged in her culinary critique

she sips wine and locks eyes with a pretty young maid who blushes furiously. "Try this one," Taya says, popping a biscuit topped by a swirl of pate into the maid's mouth. "Exsquisite, is not it?" she says in a tone that suggests it's not the hors d'oeuvre she's speaking off. "Yes, m'lady."

#sunsetchat Taya's mask is, well, her: she was a sinister full-face mask of a horned skull with just a bit of flesh on it representing the Hell's Archer, a religious figure sent among the world of men to fire arrows of Sin and Wickedness into the hearts of men so they may be tested.

So attired, and dressed in an elegant and immaculately tailored black suit she cuts a dashing-yet-sinister figure as she strides confidently into the ballroom, preceded by a reputation both horrifying and alluring.

#writingcommunity #writesky That moment when you realize that Lord of the Rings - the bedrock upon which modern fantasy rests - would never, ever, EVER be published today and would have to be dumped into the self-publishing market and lost amid millions of Slop Books.

*sigh* Gots me a scammer in the textos. Third ine loke this I've gotten. I'm debating whether to string them on a bit or just block and report. Basically they send a "wrong message" and decide "hey, let's be friends" and eventually the requests for money come. The picture, of course, is stolen.