Nobler Scarmane
A Dream by Nobler
Nymph...
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Floats in a river...
Down by the wayside...
Her hair parting with the waves like a...
What was her mother's name...
Who are the people who take me...
I float down the river...
Down by the way side...
I am a pebble in their game...
Unmoved...
Unshaken...
I will prevail...
The black bishops shall...
The black bishops shall...
The bl...
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A Letter to Neema
Neema,
I don’t know how to say the things I mean. You’ve seen the worst sides of me these past several days. I don’t know how I can ever fix that.
Maybe I should start over. I (scratch marks for a few lines)
I want you to be happy more than anything else. And safe. I thought I could be the one to give you those things, but I’m starting to realize no matter how I might try, my demons will follow me everywhere. Of course I can’t keep you safe, I AM the danger.
You were the only one who bothered to listen to my stories about Fetra and Nymph. Laughed when I told you the story about how Nymph took her first steps on the riverside… Perhaps I accidentally turned you into my emotional crutch. That was never fair to you, and I’m sorry. I know I can’t make up for all I’ve done, but I can make things better for you. And I will. I promise. I will make it up to you.
(“I love you” attempted scratched out but you can make it out if you try)
I promise.
Nobler
The Last Show
I'm nearly free. And in pain.
Today a dragon-man accompanied by a man dressed as a whoremonger came to our Del'Orta performance and killed almost everyone I care about. The reptilian still insists he was in the right for his bloodlust. Those who have never known true bondage will never understand what it is to be a slave -- the physical toll, and the way your captors chip away any attempts at one's own personal thoughts. A slave with a child on the line doesn't have a choice. He'll die for them. And he did because they killed him for it.
Timothy Jebba is dead. Never did live up to his brother. I won't lie to you, I felt immeasurable pleasure hearing his last breaths. But that joy was soiled by the deaths of the others.
The young ones are dead. Neema has kept me sane through these days but I fear for her safety too. The whoremonger seems to have a compulsion to talk his way into trouble, and I want no part of it. But before we could escape the circus, a group of pirates hunting the whoremonger followed him to Del'Orta, and now they've become my problem as well. I will never forget the day I met the wretched Orlando and the heartless Zashi Senhotep.
And I didn't even get to kill that damn scorpion.
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