Innverse Stats | 10.22 R

Name	Text
Charles de Trevalier	There’s a quote that I’ve always remembered from a Peanuts book I read once. I think it’s from Charles M. Schulz, the creator. But I could be wrong, or misremembering it, or it could even be another character. If so, I apologize, and I couldn’t find the wording online. But here’s what I remember.
Charles de Trevalier	As a writer, I get it, even if I still disagree with the wording. You can write when you’re upset, angry, or to process something. What emerges is not necessarily the emotion that went in. I have written myself out of bad days, or into dark moods. Writing is not something that you can do dry and impartial, at least, I don’t. So I get why good old Charles looks up and sees overcast skies, sometimes.
The Wandering Inn	This morning, I just received word my grandmother has passed away. It was not a shock, but today isn’t a day I’ll be writing The Wandering Inn, I think. I won’t go into details, but she passed away peacefully, I hope, and she had a rich and vibrant life. A stroke changed the final years of her life, as it does, but I remember a very vividly kind, compassionate, and headstrong grandmother.
The Wandering Inn	I am absolutely sure I could write a chapter of The Wandering Inn. And perhaps it wouldn’t be special. Or perhaps it would be something wondrous, or dark. But I don’t think it’s wise. Or perhaps I just don’t want to.
The Wandering Inn	So I’m not going to necessarily be writing more chapters of The Wandering Inn, but I may keep trying to write. Writing is good. It’s a distraction, my job, and it’s how I process things. But perhaps I’ll step back. I could write a chapter, right now, putting everything inside me that I know and don’t know into a chapter.
Erin Solstice	…But Erin is not Charlie Brown. She has been where I am before, so many more times, and I am fortunate to have known so few friends and family who passed away. So.
The Wandering Inn	I created my own character, who, like Charlie Brown, was meant for days when it rains. I’ll be taking time, perhaps a bit, before going back to The Wandering Inn, to write a story I saved for today. The name of the story is:
Rabbiteater	Rabbiteater felt weaker than he’d ever been since he was a tiny Goblin racing to catch rabbits to feed himself. He lay in the half-tilted cabin that Seraphel had vacated for him, sweating, sick.
Seraphel du Marquin	Rabbiteater felt weaker than he’d ever been since he was a tiny Goblin racing to catch rabbits to feed himself. He lay in the half-tilted cabin that Seraphel had vacated for him, sweating, sick.
Baleros	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
Rabbiteater	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
Rabbiteater	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
Rabbiteater	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
Izril	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
Badarrow	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
[Healer]	The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.
Rabbiteater	“Ser Solstice? Ser Solstice? …Rabbiteater?”
Rabbiteater	“Ser Solstice? Ser Solstice? …Rabbiteater?”
Rabbiteater	“Ser Solstice? Ser Solstice? …Rabbiteater?”
[Princess]	His helmet was still on. The Goblin relaxed as the [Princess] whispered.
Beacle	“He’s burning up. Beacle, get me more ice from the [Mage]. If he keeps burning up, we’ll have to take his helmet off, no matter what that Goblin says.”
[Mage]	“He’s burning up. Beacle, get me more ice from the [Mage]. If he keeps burning up, we’ll have to take his helmet off, no matter what that Goblin says.”
Rabbiteater	No. Bad idea. Rabbiteater almost raised his head or said something, but he was so exhausted…the [Maid] dashed out of the room, and there was a splishing sound. The hand rested on his forehead again, cold and cooling.
[Maid]	No. Bad idea. Rabbiteater almost raised his head or said something, but he was so exhausted…the [Maid] dashed out of the room, and there was a splishing sound. The hand rested on his forehead again, cold and cooling.
[Princess]	Or she just talked to herself. He’d believe anything of that silly [Princess]. Brave, though. She’d tried to put herself between him and Prince Iradoren. He…sensed her aura. A lonely, deathly, royal aura. Like someone standing in the middle of a vast, cold crypt, Rabbiteater would have said. But not in fear of the darkness or the dead. A [Princess] like a ray of light from that distant throne, filtering down into the catacombs among the restful dead, waiting for a friend to arise.

Charles de Trevalier

There’s a quote that I’ve always remembered from a Peanuts book I read once. I think it’s from Charles M. Schulz, the creator. But I could be wrong, or misremembering it, or it could even be another character. If so, I apologize, and I couldn’t find the wording online. But here’s what I remember.

Charles de Trevalier

As a writer, I get it, even if I still disagree with the wording. You can write when you’re upset, angry, or to process something. What emerges is not necessarily the emotion that went in. I have written myself out of bad days, or into dark moods. Writing is not something that you can do dry and impartial, at least, I don’t. So I get why good old Charles looks up and sees overcast skies, sometimes.

The Wandering Inn

This morning, I just received word my grandmother has passed away. It was not a shock, but today isn’t a day I’ll be writing The Wandering Inn, I think. I won’t go into details, but she passed away peacefully, I hope, and she had a rich and vibrant life. A stroke changed the final years of her life, as it does, but I remember a very vividly kind, compassionate, and headstrong grandmother.

The Wandering Inn

I am absolutely sure I could write a chapter of The Wandering Inn. And perhaps it wouldn’t be special. Or perhaps it would be something wondrous, or dark. But I don’t think it’s wise. Or perhaps I just don’t want to.

The Wandering Inn

So I’m not going to necessarily be writing more chapters of The Wandering Inn, but I may keep trying to write. Writing is good. It’s a distraction, my job, and it’s how I process things. But perhaps I’ll step back. I could write a chapter, right now, putting everything inside me that I know and don’t know into a chapter.

Erin Solstice

…But Erin is not Charlie Brown. She has been where I am before, so many more times, and I am fortunate to have known so few friends and family who passed away. So.

The Wandering Inn

I created my own character, who, like Charlie Brown, was meant for days when it rains. I’ll be taking time, perhaps a bit, before going back to The Wandering Inn, to write a story I saved for today. The name of the story is:

Rabbiteater

Rabbiteater felt weaker than he’d ever been since he was a tiny Goblin racing to catch rabbits to feed himself. He lay in the half-tilted cabin that Seraphel had vacated for him, sweating, sick.

Seraphel du Marquin

Rabbiteater felt weaker than he’d ever been since he was a tiny Goblin racing to catch rabbits to feed himself. He lay in the half-tilted cabin that Seraphel had vacated for him, sweating, sick.

Baleros

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

Rabbiteater

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

Rabbiteater

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

Rabbiteater

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

Izril

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

Badarrow

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

[Healer]

The first few days after they’d run aground on Baleros, Ser Solstice, Rabbiteater, the Goblin Slayer of Izril, or whatever he was called—fell deeply ill. One second he was walking around, surveying the beached Throne’s Will and all the battle damage, the next, he was waking up with Badarrow threatening to punch the [Healer] if they took his helmet off.

Rabbiteater

“Ser Solstice? Ser Solstice? …Rabbiteater?”

Rabbiteater

“Ser Solstice? Ser Solstice? …Rabbiteater?”

Rabbiteater

“Ser Solstice? Ser Solstice? …Rabbiteater?”

[Princess]

His helmet was still on. The Goblin relaxed as the [Princess] whispered.

Beacle

“He’s burning up. Beacle, get me more ice from the [Mage]. If he keeps burning up, we’ll have to take his helmet off, no matter what that Goblin says.”

[Mage]

“He’s burning up. Beacle, get me more ice from the [Mage]. If he keeps burning up, we’ll have to take his helmet off, no matter what that Goblin says.”

Rabbiteater

No. Bad idea. Rabbiteater almost raised his head or said something, but he was so exhausted…the [Maid] dashed out of the room, and there was a splishing sound. The hand rested on his forehead again, cold and cooling.

[Maid]

No. Bad idea. Rabbiteater almost raised his head or said something, but he was so exhausted…the [Maid] dashed out of the room, and there was a splishing sound. The hand rested on his forehead again, cold and cooling.

[Princess]

Or she just talked to herself. He’d believe anything of that silly [Princess]. Brave, though. She’d tried to put herself between him and Prince Iradoren. He…sensed her aura. A lonely, deathly, royal aura. Like someone standing in the middle of a vast, cold crypt, Rabbiteater would have said. But not in fear of the darkness or the dead. A [Princess] like a ray of light from that distant throne, filtering down into the catacombs among the restful dead, waiting for a friend to arise.

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