Maxwelinski - Revision history

RINNI at 14:51, 30 March 2018

2018-03-30T14:51:57Z

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	Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.		Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.

	And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque, sister-niece [[Adlyn]] Dejacque, sister-cousin [[Nikima]] Dejacque, cousin-brother [[Turuk]] Dejacque, brother-uncle [[Ssarek]] Dejacque.		And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque, sister-niece [[Adlyn]] Dejacque, sister-cousin [[Nikima]] Dejacque, cousin-brother [[Turuk]] Dejacque, brother-uncle [[Ssarek]] Dejacque, uncle-cousin [[Alymast]] Dejacque, sister-aunt [[Khiersty]] Dejacque.

	== The Story ==		== The Story ==

RINNI at 01:22, 11 February 2018

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	Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.		Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.

	And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque, sister-niece [[Adlyn]] Dejacque.		And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque, sister-niece [[Adlyn]] Dejacque, sister-cousin [[Nikima]] Dejacque, cousin-brother [[Turuk]] Dejacque, brother-uncle [[Ssarek]] Dejacque.

	== The Story ==		== The Story ==

RINNI at 00:21, 8 January 2018

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	Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.		Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.

	And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque.		And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque, sister-niece [[Adlyn]] Dejacque.

	== The Story ==		== The Story ==

FOUCAULT at 12:43, 19 December 2017

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 == Family and Stuff ==
 Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.
 == The Story ==
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 It isn’t long before one of those delicious but hard frozen treats is hurled and a melee breaks out. The Gnome makes a hasty gesture at the Moon Mage. The Mage quickly opens up a moongate and the three-person crew duck through. The Gnome peeks her head out to deliver a closing, “Stay tuned folks! Next up, our coverage of the war with North Therengia. Why -ever- do they hate us!” She ducks back through the moongate and it closes behind her.
 == Assorted songskis for your enjoyment ==

FOUCAULT at 20:55, 28 November 2017

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	== Family and Stuff ==		== Family and Stuff ==
	Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.		Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.

	He also has a wife named [[Caidie]] and a pupinski named [[Laroux]]

	== The Story ==		== The Story ==

FOUCAULT at 13:35, 27 August 2017

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	== Maxwelinski, starring in MAXWELINSKI, P.I. ==		== Maxwelinski, starring in MAXWELINSKI, P.I. ==
	[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|~~250px~~\|right]		[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|180px\|right]]
	[[File:SaltCrabsAreDangerous.jpg\|thumb\|450px\|right\|(This used to be a beautiful picture of the sign in the Riverhaven salt yard until Isharon removed it for reasons. Imagine: cute salt crabs and fat guards.)]]		[[File:SaltCrabsAreDangerous.jpg\|thumb\|450px\|right\|(This used to be a beautiful picture of the sign in the Riverhaven salt yard until Isharon removed it for reasons. Imagine: cute salt crabs and fat guards.)]]

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	== Eyewitness testimony of the umbral moth invasion of Boar Clan, as told to Maxwelinski by an umbral moth ==		== Eyewitness testimony of the umbral moth invasion of Boar Clan, as told to Maxwelinski by an umbral moth ==
			[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|180px\|right]]
	[[File:Welcome_to_merkresh.jpg\|thumb\|650px\|right\|This was another super cute picture that I made. Imagine Mer'Kresh on stilts, covered in lizards and origami.]]		[[File:Welcome_to_merkresh.jpg\|thumb\|650px\|right\|This was another super cute picture that I made. Imagine Mer'Kresh on stilts, covered in lizards and origami.]]
	As early as I can remember, when I was but a pupa, my mother told me to watch out for the lights. No matter how pretty they look, just stay away from them. If someone offers you a light just say no. For most of my life I heeded this advice.		As early as I can remember, when I was but a pupa, my mother told me to watch out for the lights. No matter how pretty they look, just stay away from them. If someone offers you a light just say no. For most of my life I heeded this advice.
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	== Songbirds ==		== Songbirds ==
			[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|180px\|right]]
	[[File:Tentacle_trading_final.JPG\|thumb\|650px\|right\|This was a picture of pit traders scrambling over tentacles. Imagine all the excitement, all the tentacles. This one was also removed for reasons.]]		[[File:Tentacle_trading_final.JPG\|thumb\|650px\|right\|This was a picture of pit traders scrambling over tentacles. Imagine all the excitement, all the tentacles. This one was also removed for reasons.]]
	I stand outside the Empaths’ Guild. The rain is cool on my face. The distinct rain of early spring. I walk to the door, but Constanze quickly appears and blocks my passage. I wasn't to be allowed back in before the Anlas of some thing or the other. Telling time is difficult. Popping a dusk berry into my mouth and quickly twisting the neck of a red-chested songbird, I walk away. I make it two blocks before I faceplant into a doorway. When I wake up, I feel much better about not being in the infirmary. My mind wanders to the disapproving face of Sophrona as I casually twist the head off of another bird, rise to my feet and continue down the street.		I stand outside the Empaths’ Guild. The rain is cool on my face. The distinct rain of early spring. I walk to the door, but Constanze quickly appears and blocks my passage. I wasn't to be allowed back in before the Anlas of some thing or the other. Telling time is difficult. Popping a dusk berry into my mouth and quickly twisting the neck of a red-chested songbird, I walk away. I make it two blocks before I faceplant into a doorway. When I wake up, I feel much better about not being in the infirmary. My mind wanders to the disapproving face of Sophrona as I casually twist the head off of another bird, rise to my feet and continue down the street.
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	== Healing ==		== Healing ==
			[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|180px\|right]]
	[[File:Tentacle after auction.JPG\|thumb\|650px\|right\|This was a picture I made of pit traders scrambling over a bundle of tentacles. It was gorgeous and was probably going to be put on show at the Lourve Museum. People loved it, but it was purged in the great meme purging of 2017.]]		[[File:Tentacle after auction.JPG\|thumb\|650px\|right\|This was a picture I made of pit traders scrambling over a bundle of tentacles. It was gorgeous and was probably going to be put on show at the Lourve Museum. People loved it, but it was purged in the great meme purging of 2017.]]
	"Is anybody 'ealin'," says some guy. I glance down into my duffel bag. It's heavy with the weight of multiple eel skins and a weapon called a snake cleaver. My shoulder tenses and I shrug, pain all down one side of my back, up into my neck, face and eye. Eeling. I pull out a skin and wrap it around my neck and face. Then I lay down on the floor. It's thick with thumb tacks and sawdust. There's a distinct odor of dried blood. I crawl on my stomach out of the infirmary like an eel would. I glance back at my wife. She follows me, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head.		"Is anybody 'ealin'," says some guy. I glance down into my duffel bag. It's heavy with the weight of multiple eel skins and a weapon called a snake cleaver. My shoulder tenses and I shrug, pain all down one side of my back, up into my neck, face and eye. Eeling. I pull out a skin and wrap it around my neck and face. Then I lay down on the floor. It's thick with thumb tacks and sawdust. There's a distinct odor of dried blood. I crawl on my stomach out of the infirmary like an eel would. I glance back at my wife. She follows me, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head.
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	==== A Prydaen Freestyle ====		==== A Prydaen Freestyle ====
			[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|180px\|right]]
	[[File:PRYDAENSISYPHUS.png\|thumb\|450px\|right\|Another picture taken down.]]		[[File:PRYDAENSISYPHUS.png\|thumb\|450px\|right\|Another picture taken down.]]
	<pre>		<pre>
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	==== Fratvarit Rap ====		==== Fratvarit Rap ====
			[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg\|thumb\|180px\|right]]
	[[File:RAKASHSISYPHUS.png\|thumb\|450px\|right\|That time we got to like number six on the vote website. We're mostly going for all text and no pictures on Elanthipedia since it's a text-based game.]]		[[File:RAKASHSISYPHUS.png\|thumb\|450px\|right\|That time we got to like number six on the vote website. We're mostly going for all text and no pictures on Elanthipedia since it's a text-based game.]]
	<pre>		<pre>

FOUCAULT at 13:31, 27 August 2017

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 == Maxwelinski, starring in MAXWELINSKI, P.I. ==
-[[File:SaltCrabsAreDangerous.jpg|thumb|450px|right]]
+[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg|thumb|250px|right]
 A light rain had just begun to patter down from above in the loose city known as the Crossing. I inhaled deeply on my stump cigar, wincing at the telltale odor of corpse. Three long years and they still haunted me. I looked up at the crude sketches on the wall. Likenesses of the missing Prydaens. All young. The trend of dressing little Prydaens as baby dolls had never fully disappeared, but this was something new.
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 == Eyewitness testimony of the umbral moth invasion of Boar Clan, as told to Maxwelinski by an umbral moth ==
-[[File:Welcome_to_merkresh.jpg|thumb|650px|right]]
+[[File:Welcome_to_merkresh.jpg|thumb|650px|right|This was another super cute picture that I made. Imagine Mer'Kresh on stilts, covered in lizards and origami.]]
 As early as I can remember, when I was but a pupa, my mother told me to watch out for the lights. No matter how pretty they look, just stay away from them. If someone offers you a light just say no. For most of my life I heeded this advice.
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 Almost immediately the word got around to the other moths. The whole forest came to see the spectacle. And the rest is history.
 == Songbirds ==
-[[File:Tentacle_trading_final.JPG|thumb|650px|right]]
+[[File:Tentacle_trading_final.JPG|thumb|650px|right|This was a picture of pit traders scrambling over tentacles. Imagine all the excitement, all the tentacles. This one was also removed for reasons.]]
 I stand outside the Empaths’ Guild. The rain is cool on my face. The distinct rain of early spring. I walk to the door, but Constanze quickly appears and blocks my passage. I wasn't to be allowed back in before the Anlas of some thing or the other. Telling time is difficult. Popping a dusk berry into my mouth and quickly twisting the neck of a red-chested songbird, I walk away. I make it two blocks before I faceplant into a doorway. When I wake up, I feel much better about not being in the infirmary. My mind wanders to the disapproving face of Sophrona as I casually twist the head off of another bird, rise to my feet and continue down the street.
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 == Healing ==
 "Is anybody 'ealin'," says some guy. I glance down into my duffel bag. It's heavy with the weight of multiple eel skins and a weapon called a snake cleaver. My shoulder tenses and I shrug, pain all down one side of my back, up into my neck, face and eye. Eeling. I pull out a skin and wrap it around my neck and face. Then I lay down on the floor. It's thick with thumb tacks and sawdust. There's a distinct odor of dried blood. I crawl on my stomach out of the infirmary like an eel would. I glance back at my wife. She follows me, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head.
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 ==== A Prydaen Freestyle ====
-[[File:PRYDAENSISYPHUS.png|thumb|450px|right]]
+[[File:PRYDAENSISYPHUS.png|thumb|450px|right|Another picture taken down.]]
 <pre>
 Got a cleft lip, but I rap
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 ==== Fratvarit Rap ====
-[[File:RAKASHSISYPHUS.png|thumb|450px|right|That time we got to like number six on the vote website]]
+[[File:RAKASHSISYPHUS.png|thumb|450px|right|That time we got to like number six on the vote website. We're mostly going for all text and no pictures on Elanthipedia since it's a text-based game.]]
 <pre>
 Alchemy is confusin'

FOUCAULT at 18:38, 1 August 2017

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	== Songbirds ==		== Songbirds ==
			[[File:Tentacle_trading_final.JPG\|thumb\|650px\|right]]
	I stand outside the Empaths’ Guild. The rain is cool on my face. The distinct rain of early spring. I walk to the door, but Constanze quickly appears and blocks my passage. I wasn't to be allowed back in before the Anlas of some thing or the other. Telling time is difficult. Popping a dusk berry into my mouth and quickly twisting the neck of a red-chested songbird, I walk away. I make it two blocks before I faceplant into a doorway. When I wake up, I feel much better about not being in the infirmary. My mind wanders to the disapproving face of Sophrona as I casually twist the head off of another bird, rise to my feet and continue down the street.		I stand outside the Empaths’ Guild. The rain is cool on my face. The distinct rain of early spring. I walk to the door, but Constanze quickly appears and blocks my passage. I wasn't to be allowed back in before the Anlas of some thing or the other. Telling time is difficult. Popping a dusk berry into my mouth and quickly twisting the neck of a red-chested songbird, I walk away. I make it two blocks before I faceplant into a doorway. When I wake up, I feel much better about not being in the infirmary. My mind wanders to the disapproving face of Sophrona as I casually twist the head off of another bird, rise to my feet and continue down the street.

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	== Healing ==		== Healing ==
			[[File:Tentacle after auction.JPG\|thumb\|650px\|right]]
	"Is anybody 'ealin'," says some guy. I glance down into my duffel bag. It's heavy with the weight of multiple eel skins and a weapon called a snake cleaver. My shoulder tenses and I shrug, pain all down one side of my back, up into my neck, face and eye. Eeling. I pull out a skin and wrap it around my neck and face. Then I lay down on the floor. It's thick with thumb tacks and sawdust. There's a distinct odor of dried blood. I crawl on my stomach out of the infirmary like an eel would. I glance back at my wife. She follows me, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head.		"Is anybody 'ealin'," says some guy. I glance down into my duffel bag. It's heavy with the weight of multiple eel skins and a weapon called a snake cleaver. My shoulder tenses and I shrug, pain all down one side of my back, up into my neck, face and eye. Eeling. I pull out a skin and wrap it around my neck and face. Then I lay down on the floor. It's thick with thumb tacks and sawdust. There's a distinct odor of dried blood. I crawl on my stomach out of the infirmary like an eel would. I glance back at my wife. She follows me, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head.

FOUCAULT at 16:01, 1 August 2017

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	Almost immediately the word got around to the other moths. The whole forest came to see the spectacle. And the rest is history.		Almost immediately the word got around to the other moths. The whole forest came to see the spectacle. And the rest is history.

			== Songbirds ==
			I stand outside the Empaths’ Guild. The rain is cool on my face. The distinct rain of early spring. I walk to the door, but Constanze quickly appears and blocks my passage. I wasn't to be allowed back in before the Anlas of some thing or the other. Telling time is difficult. Popping a dusk berry into my mouth and quickly twisting the neck of a red-chested songbird, I walk away. I make it two blocks before I faceplant into a doorway. When I wake up, I feel much better about not being in the infirmary. My mind wanders to the disapproving face of Sophrona as I casually twist the head off of another bird, rise to my feet and continue down the street.

			When I get to Taelbert's Inn I check my wallet. It's light. Count the coins. There are only six platinums. I had nine. A bug flies into a lit candle nearby and makes a hissing noise, distracting me. I shrug. You can't buy anything with two plats. Except for alcohol. That's why I'm at Taelbert's. At a mere sixty coppers, I can buy still buy enough alcohol to drink myself into a coma and have a nice meal on top of it.

			This is Rakash life. Maybe you've read Coming of Age or Rakash Traditions and Dawvs. The kinds of books you'll find in the library at Siksraja. Tales about old times by old Rakash. How many of us live that way now? I take a sip of my sparkling cider. No one else is in the bar. I drink my cider alone. The sun goes down. That's how I know it's time to leave.

			I meet her in a far section of the Temple garden. Black roses grow around us. My heart beats faster when I see her blue eyes. I can feel it in my chest. I take a sharp razor out of my pocket, reach down and cut the stem of a rose. It smells funny, but I give it to her anyway. She smiles at me and puts her arms around my neck. I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of her hair.

			When we wake up it's nearing dawn. The sun is just visible from the second-story inn window. So are the buildings of the city, small and squat, and the few larger ones. It's warm and the covers are pulled halfway off. Her leg is draped over mine. She pretends to sleep, but I catch her looking at me through half-closed eyes. I reach over and pick a Purple Lion cigarillo out of a bag and toss it onto the bed. Somehow I manage to get it lit with a flint and a knife.

			“Don't do that, you'll set the bed on fire.”

			She's right. You're not supposed to light tobacco in bed with a flint. I take a long drag and exhale. The room fills with smoke, easily visible by a ray of light cast through the window. She doesn't smoke, but she says she likes the smell. We lay in bed until mid-morning. I stare at the paint on the wall. A small patch is peeling. Her head rests on my lap as she dozes in and out of sleep. Her curly hair tickles my thighs and I twirl a loose lock around my finger.

			By the time we make it outside the sun is high in the sky. I wince and shield my eyes from the brightness. It's blinding. I look over at her through squinting eyes. She has the same expression on her face. We turn and walk back inside – to the bar.

			The bartender passes a strong, reddish drink to her. I can smell it from here. People forget that Rakash have an acute sense of smell. I order a cider. And I can still smell her from last night. The scent of her hair. Her body. She starts to lecture me on using light thrown weapons. I sip my cider and gaze at her, listening patiently. The class goes from banter to flirting. Soon we are just staring at one another. We go back to our room and don't leave until the sun goes down.

			We climb the tree. It smells like cat. A viscous red liquid seems out of place on a bar. A table supports an assortment of cages. I dig an ornate birdcage from my bag and set it on the floor. One by one I remove a songbird from a cage on the table and gently place it in my own birdcage. When I can't fit another comfortably inside I pick it up and off we go.

			The ground is littered with sawdust, tacks, nails and dirt. It all has a smell unique to the Empath infirmary. A mixture of blood and body odor. Three Prydaens stand in a circle pulling each others tails. When I retrieve my birdcage out they all look up, suddenly distracted. A typical Prydaen trait. I nod at another Rakash, an older fellow, whistling loudly in the corner. He sees me, covers his face and shakes his head.

			I toss a dead songbird into the air. The Prydaens clamber over themselves, leaping to snatch them out of the sky before they hit the ground. There are feathers everywhere. The blood is not out of place in the infirmary. Empaths regularly bleed on the floor as they practice medical techniques upon their own bodies. But the feathers. A sour, matronly Empath shoots me an evil glance an walks out. The Prydaens giggle away while eating raw birds.

	== Healing ==		== Healing ==

FOUCAULT at 15:24, 1 August 2017

2017-08-01T15:24:54Z

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