#Thorn Durst

[luckyblackcatxiii]

I'm back on my re-designing NPCs bullshit and it feels great! Some sheltered kids, Rose and Thorn Durst! A very endearing duo, but boy, the sass you get from preteens even in the afterlife...

[neasura]

Alright I'm back with part two!! these are the more polished npc icons I ended up making for the little campaign I ran for my friends. I'm still really happy with how they turns out!

Let me know if there is anything else I need to tag just in case since there are from a horror campaign.

[rahadaddy]

Blood Countess: A Summary

It occurred to me that other CoS blogs do great jobs at summarizing their campaigns and I never managed to sit down and say what on earth is happening in mine. I'm running a gender-swapped CoS that I call "Blood Countess". It explores Strahd not only as a woman, but as a bereaved mother, a weapon in her mother's quest for godhood, and as powerful a mage and general as "I, Strahd" envisions the character as. I'm going to put the summary below, but also invite people to ask me anything! I've been developing this version of the game for a long while now and I'm dying to talk about it! Thanks for reading!

When my “Blood Countess” game started, I had six players. It was far too many and not everyone’s play styles meshed. Two of the players left after the first session due to scheduling conflicts. Another left after fewer than ten sessions because he caused inter-party conflict. My three remaining players have been phenomenal. I will make a note to say that the player who left after approximately ten sessions left a lasting impression on the game, so he will be referenced as “Aarakocra Ranger”. The others, I will name by their characters, as well as character race and class. 

The premise of this campaign is deceptively simple. What if Strahd von Zarovich was a woman? In the CoS community, a very popular fan module, "She is the Ancient” already exists, which does a similar reimagining. However, I excel at reinventing the wheel. I read “She is the Ancient” and found the author’s commitment to avoiding problematic representation simultaneously impressive and bothersome. Although I own it, I set it aside to build “Blood Countess”. The characters who began the game were the aforementioned Aarakocra Ranger; a Reborn Celestial Warlock named Sister Theodora, who was created by the Abbot of Krezk as a potential bride for Strahd; a Half-Elf Grave Domain Cleric named Alistor, who is the grandson of the dragon Argynvost and the love-child of Strahd von Zarovich (here reimagined as a Half-Elf) and Alek Gwilym; and a Human Spirits Bard, who was Actual Zak Bagans from the Travel Channel, who was meant as a short-term character and who would later be replaced by a Human Monster Hunter Ranger, Tam Mantigieri, who is the reincarnation of Sergei von Zarovich.

The party first encountered Ismark Kolyanovich in the woods outside Barovia Village, as they were under attack by a truly ridiculous amount of wolves. Accompanied by several villagers, including a grown Thorn Durst (who is Ismark’s ex-boyfriend and political rival), Ismark helped the party dispatch the wolves and uncover the body of his friend, Dalvan, who was trying to deliver a letter to the outside world on behalf of Ismark’s recently deceased father, Kolyan. The characters convened in the Blood on the Vine Tavern where Ismark and Thorn briefed them on the situation in Barovia Village: Ismark’s father, the burgomaster, recently died of a heart attack while the Kolyanovich manor was under siege by Countess Strahd von Zarovich. The countess has been attempting to woo and/or kidnap Ismark’s younger sister, Ireena, for the last year. She has attacked Ireena a few times, but never successfully seduced her or turned her into a vampire. Ismark wants to take Ireena to the next town over, Vallaki, which is a two-day trip, but there have been mysterious deaths in Barovia Village for the last year and he feels obligated as the burgomaster to put his people at ease before prioritizing his family. He and Ireena also need help burying Kolyan, which shouldn’t be a hard task, but a year ago, Doru Donavich led 75% of the village’s young adults in a rebellion against Strahd and all were slaughtered. Finding strong backs to carry the coffin has been a challenge. The party agreed to help Ismark with all three of his tasks. The funeral led the party to a church in utter disrepair, with a depressed and half-mad priest, Father Donavich. The event was also “crashed” by the countess herself. Strahd offered funeral gifts to Ireena and Ismark and insisted that she would come back to check their progress on solving the murders. During this meeting, several other things of note happened. First, the Aarakocra Ranger demanded that Strahd give him a gift. She cast “Suggestion” on him and commanded him to fly as high as he could for his gift. He flew into the mists, which give levels of exhaustion for each minute spent in them. This led to him falling out of the sky, very nearly to his death, and being immobilized until Thorn’s sister, Rose, used her druidic magic to heal him. It was a terrifying power move. Strahd also scored a Nat 20 on insight checking Alistor, thus realizing the uncanny resemblance between him and his father, Alek Gwilym, and realizing that he was her son. Lastly, when Strahd left, Theo discovered that Father Donavich was keeping his son, Doru, under the church as a vampire spawn. She allowed him to drink from her and the two bonded over being monstrous against their will/nature. Thorn also told Zak about the March of the Dead: the parade of the fallen villagers who reenact their failed rebellion every night. 

The party decided to investigate the Donaviches and their role in the mysterious deaths in the village, but they also checked out the Durst Pie Emporium and learned that Rose and Thorn ran a pie shop under the patronage of their godmother, Morgantha. An investigation led them to learn that Morgantha was a hag and the pie flour was made of the ground bone dust of humans. Now that they had two leads, the party had to decide which to pursue when reporting to Strahd. Further complications ensue as Theo, who wears a full habit and veil, grapples with the fact that she was created to perfectly resemble Ireena to placate Strahd. Alistor spent his time trying to hide his holy magic as well as his kindness, which he failed to do. His selflessness impressed Ismark a lot. Theo spent more time at the church, bonding with Doru and the two briskly tripped into something like love… which is complicated by the fact that Theo is both promised to the countess and has feelings for Stella Wachter in her adopted hometown, Vallaki. The Aarakocra Ranger got kidnapped by the hags and Alistor rescued him. Then, the group devised a plan to stage an attack by Doru in Durst Manor to summon the hags and Strahd. They turned the hags over to Strahd for justice and she swiftly killed them. After she departed, Ismark turned leadership of Barovia Village over to Thorn. However, Rose insisted they should bury the hags by the family windmill. Since they would be traveling in the same direction, the party and the Durst siblings traveled together. They made it to Tser Pool and camped with the Vistani. There, Madam Eva insisted upon reading for the characters. She indicated the locations of the treasures they would need to defeat Strahd and hinted at character deaths to come, future allies, and secrets the player characters were trying to keep. Morning arrived and so too did a flood. The Dursts fled in one direction; the party in the other. They took the high road to avoid the swollen river and were ambushed by Rahadin and dhampir soldiers. While they could not defeat Rahadin, they dispatched the dhampir soldiers with surprising swiftness. However, Zak Bagans perished in the fight and the party pushed his body into the river. They continued to Vallaki. 

Around this time, the Aarakocra Ranger player had caused problems with every member of the group. He demanded solo sessions, sold the party out, complained that his character was not narratively tied to the game despite not attempting to tie into the story, and refused plot hooks I offered him. He was not invited back. When the party arrived in Vallaki, I ruled that Izek Strazni shot Aarakocra Ranger out of the sky and killed him, believing him to be a spy from the city of Immol. The remaining characters (Theo, Alistor, Ireena, and Ismark) were welcomed into Vallaki with ease. The first person the party encountered upon arrival was Victor Vallakovich, who presented them with exposition about the town: the Festival of the Blazing Sun and Feast of St. Andral were due to fall on the same day in three days, but, more importantly, Theo’s adoptive father, Father Lucian Petrovich, had died during Theo’s absence from town. The funeral had already happened and Lucian’s former acolyte (and suspected biological daughter), Zinnadia Swilova, had taken over the Church of St. Andral. Theo, grief-stricken and rage-fueled, immediately booked it to the church to take over the services. It was awkward, but a very powerful moment for her. The party also met Tam Mantigieri at the Blue Water Inn. Before this - and don’t quote my timeline - Tam was making his way from his home in Mount Baratok to the town of Vallaki. On his way, he discovered a kidnapper with two children he intended to drown: a Vistana girl named Arabelle and a Dusk Elf boy named Kian. Arabelle is the daughter of the Vistani leader, Luvash, and the Vistani offered Tam a reward for his service. Kian is the first Dusk Elf child anyone has seen in three hundred years. Tam returned him to his mother, Patrina Velikovna, and though grateful, the Dusk Elves have little to offer him. Tam, modest by nature, insisted there was nothing he wanted from them. He immediately charmed the party and volunteered to help them solve the mystery of Lucian’s death, which seemed to be foul play. Because Tam and Theo are from Vallaki, they didn’t meet NPCs so much as interact with neighbors, friends, and enemies. Tam revealed that he had been in love with the coffin maker’s daughter, Valeria, before she left Vallaki to marry a wealthy man in Immol named Vasili von Holtz; before that, he had been romantic rivals with Nikolai Wachter over Elizaveta Vallakovich, the Vallakoviches eldest child who disappeared two years ago, right around the time Nikolai Wachter Sr. died of a mysterious illness. Tam also enjoys teasing Victor, who is Theo’s best friend and adoptive cousin. Izek Strazni has a crush on Theo that won’t quit. The Wachters, local menaces, were showing their out-of-town cousin, Lavinia around Vallaki, which prompted suspicion from characters who hailed from Vallaki. Theo sent letters to the clergy of Barovia to inform them of her father’s death. She did not expect to hear back. 

The party began their investigation of Lucian’s death at the Church of St. Andral. There, they discovered that the bones of St. Andral were missing, signs of a struggle (not a suicide) in Lucian’s office, and a vampire spawn in the coffin in which Lucian was meant to be buried. They at first suspected Zinnadia of the death, but after she helped them fight the vampire spawn, they figured they should do more research. They went to the coffin maker’s shop. There, Theo discovered some (but not all) of St. Andral’s bones and Alistor discovered a room filled with vampire spawn. Panicking, Alistor set the building ablaze and evacuated. The coffin maker, Mr. Vander Voort, did not escape, but Valeria did and reported to the burgomaster immediately. The party, who received invitations to various events, including “craft time” for the impending festival at Vallakovich Manor, used it as an excuse to come in and begin exploring. Alistor really enjoyed it! The other characters? Not so much. Alistor also caught the eye of a local nobleman, Rafael Buckvhold, which inspired the first stirrings of jealousy in Ismark. Meanwhile, Theo discovered that Lucian was alive and being held prisoner in a makeshift jail cell in an upstairs closet of Vallakovich Manor. She asked Victor to distract everyone (which he did, using Hypnotic Pattern), while the party smuggled Lucian back to the Blue Water Inn. There, Lucian revealed that for all his and Vargas’ political differences, the final nail in the proverbial coffin was Lucian’s discovery that Vargas was having an affair with Zinnadia Swilova, Lucian’s daughter, with the intent to promote her within civil service (possibly to baroness if Lydia met an unfortunate demise). The brothers-in-law fought and Lucian lost, ending up as a prisoner in his sister’s home. The party planned to stage Lucian’s return from the dead as a miracle and sought to find the remaining holy relics for the church.

The next day, they spent time at Wachterhaus and learned the details of Stella’s condition. Victor (accidentally!) made her think she was a cat. Fiona wants retribution for her poor Stella. Nikolai and Lavinia watched the party closely. The party decided to snoop and broke into Stella’s room and discovered her state was worse than they thought. They knew they would need a “remove curse” spell to put her right. Ireena and Theo also stole into Fiona Wachter’s room and stole an iron lockbox. Theo tried to open it, but it was trapped and so it knocked her unconscious. Ireena was able to put her right, using her paladin abilities, but Nikolai Wachter caught them. They admitted to wanting to help Stella. He said that if they could do that, he would help them with whatever they needed. What the characters didn’t know was that Fiona and Lavinia both heard them stealing the lockbox. Moreover, what the party suspects but does not know is that Lavinia is Strahd in disguise. She wants to get close to Alistor and/or Ireena for vastly different reasons, but cannot bring herself to speak to Alistor for fear of getting him killed. He is her last scrap of humanity that she didn’t know she still had. The party smuggled the lockbox out of Wachterhaus and returned to the Blue Water Inn. They discovered the remaining bones of St. Andral inside and a letter from the burgomaster of Immol, Dagmar Olyavna, proposing an alliance with Fiona if she takes over Vallaki, as well as thanking her for the item exchange. It is now clear that Dagmar has the Tome of Strahd. Theo relayed what she and Ireena discovered about Stella to the party and Alistor announced that he has a brother in Barovia (specifically Argynvostholt) who may be able to help cure Stella. They resolve to go to Argynvostholt after the festival.

That night, the characters have strange dreams. Tam dreams of being a man called Sergei von Zarovich and meeting a beautiful woman named Tatyana, who looks just like Ireena. Theo has her first dream ever of a blond man smuggling babies out of a castle. Alistor has a nightmare vision of his goddess, taunting him. Alistor and Ismark, who are sharing a bed, are awoken suddenly by Alistor’s night terrors and the party assumes they are having sex. This becomes a running joke but it’s painful because Alistor and Ismark would very much like to have sex with each other. 

On the day of the Feast/Festival, the party stages Lucian’s reappearance in society as a miracle, and the townsfolk believe he is a saint. The festival itself is… odd. The party overhears the bard Rictavio telling a gruesome story about Strahd’s defeat of the Order of the Silver Dragon, which makes Alistor doubt that his brother and grandfather (Grand Paw) are alive. Izek meets Ireena and Theo at the same time and cannot tell who is his “true love”. He and Ismark almost come to blows because Izek will not stop harassing the girls. Vargas calls him off. Because Alistor killed all the vampire spawn in the coffin maker’s shop and Theo reconsecrated the church, they circumvented a larger attack. They accomplish some tasks in town for a day and then set out for Argynvostholt. Along the way, they come across Valeria von Holtz’s impaled body in the woods and are ambushed by one of Strahd’s brides/generals and her lieutenants. Alistor goes down but is revived. The characters barely escape with their lives and they reach Argynvostholt… which is in ruins. Undaunted, the party continues. There, they see a time- and war-ravaged castle that was once beautiful and briefly encounter Argynvost’s ghost. They seek out the fallen knights and Alistor is reunited with his twin brother, Godfrey, who has become a revenant. Godfrey explains the fall of Argynvostholt and the sorry state of the Order. Still, it is a bittersweet reunion, as neither thought they would see each other again. They spend the night catching up while the other characters explore the ruins and meet other fallen knights. 

In the morning, there is a delivery to Argynvostholt: a coffin with Tam’s name inscribed upon it. Upon opening it, a swarm of bats fly out. When they fly away, a horse and rider, pursued by Vistani on dire wolves, appear. The woman on the horse rides with an attache, who turns out to be a very frightened Victor Vallakovich. His teleportation circle worked! And it teleported him to the gates of Ravenloft as Ezmeralda “Ez” D’Avenir was fleeing the vampires inside. She rescued him and rode a stolen horse to Argynvostholt. The Vistani who pursued her are led by Arrigal, Luvash’s brother, and he claims that he has come to mete out justice for Ez’s horse theft. The party refuses to give her up to Arrigal and in exchange, she reads their fortunes (a refresher course for the players). Stressed, Tam angrily hacks the coffin to bits, which alerts the hostile revenants to the party’s presence. Godfrey kicks them out for the time being to protect them. On their way back, the party examines Valeria’s corpse and discovers that she is a dhampir in the service of Strahd’s army, as evidenced by the brand of the von Zarovich crest on her side… in the same place that Alistor was branded with it as punishment by a commanding officer during his time on the Material Plane. 

The party returns to Vallaki and receives letters. Theo receives sympathy and tenderness from Doru about Lucian’s death, so she writes to him to clear the misunderstanding up. She receives a strange, doomsday-esque letter from the Church in Immol as well. Alistor receives an invitation from Rafael Buckvhold to join in on making masks for the next festival: a masquerade. He agrees to come and Rafael kisses him in the garden and invites him to bed after arts and crafts time. Upon noticing Alistor’s brand, Rafael assumes Alistor is on the same side as the Buckvhold family. Tam confesses his dream to Ireena and they have a conversation about past lives and nightmares, which brings them closer together. Alistor comes back to the inn and tells Ismark he slept with Rafael, which Ismark tries to act normal about. Alistor also hears a creepy song from Rictavio that reminds him of his nightmare. At the church, Izek proposes to Theo. Theo writes to Doru to ask him to either pretend to be (or really be) her fiance to deter Izek’s advances. The next day, Alistor buys Godfrey a costume for the masquerade, so they can smuggle him into town to heal Stella. Tam and Theo go to lunch at Wachterhaus and learn Lavinia has left for the time being and Lady Wachter thinks the party should aid her in “getting rid of” Izek. Ismark receives a letter from Thorn detailing the situation in Barovia Village: people are getting weird without cannibal pies and Doru is refusing to feed, which means he is acting erratic. Thorn confesses to missing Ismark and tells him that Rose abandoned him. Ismark is conflicted about this letter. Meanwhile, Theo gets two letters. One is from the Abbot, Lucian’s father and her creator, expressing detached remorse for Lucian’s “death”. The other is from Doru, over-enthusiastically accepting her proposal. He writes her the horniest, most vampiric love letter and she is smitten. Ismark is uneasy but unsure how to tell her. Alistor and Ismark talk and are interrupted by Victor Vallakovich, who tells them something weird is happening at his house - that he thinks he heard his mother talking to his deceased sister. They join his investigation and discover that Lydia’s study is a cover for a Ba’al Verzi assassin’s headquarters. They find ciphers and letters, an eerie mirror that reeks of conjuration magic, and a dagger that, upon unsheathing, they realize is cursed. Alistor devises a plan: he teaches Victor the “spare the dying” cantrip and asks Ismark to stab him. It turns into a profound (and horny) bonding moment between Alistor and Ismark, which Victor takes as confirmation that they are sleeping together. Ismark stabs Alistor to death and Victor brings him back. Covered in blood, Alistor and Ismark return to the Blue Water Inn. Theo is at the church, which means Alistor and Ismark interrupt a nice moment between Ireena and Tam. Urwin draws them a bath (they take turns) and the two groups fill each other in on what they are experiencing. Sensing unresolved tension between Alistor and Ismark, Ireena elects to stay in Tam’s room with him. Alistor and Ismark have an intimate and vulnerable moment where they talk about how much they trust each other and how relieved they are that Alistor is okay. They embrace and the only thing that keeps them from kissing and falling into bed together is their certainty that Ireena will come in any moment. She doesn’t.

The characters are again plagued with weird dreams. Theo dreams of the blond man again, this time in a war tent, but the dream warps and twists every time she breaks immersion to talk to him. Tam has a nightmare of his and Ireena/Tatyana’s death, narrated by the same voice that tormented Alistor’s nightmare before. Alistor, however, dreams of his grandfather’s ghost. Argynvost tells him how proud he is of him and how grateful he is that he is home. Morning finds Ireena at the window, charmed and bitten by Strahd. Tam is freaked out and tries to keep her safe as the party ventures back to Argynvostholt to deliver Godfrey’s costume. Along the way, they are attacked by needle blights. Once back at Argynvostholt for the night, Tam insists that Ireena should sleep in a windowless room. When she thinks that’s odd, he announces that the whole party should sleep in a windowless room! He, Ireena, Ismark, and Theo do so. Alistor goes to sleep in his childhood bedroom. While Theo sleeps, she hears the voice of the blond man ask, “Ilona? Are you at Argynvostholt?” He tries to ask if Argynvost is there if there are children there, but she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The dream fades out. The voice of The Morning Lord comes through and speaks to her. Theo is momentarily certain she is speaking to her god, but he slips up and sounds a little too human. She’s aware she’s in the presence of something holy, but something feels off. The conversation is cut short. Unable to sleep, Theo goes to find the knights, only to learn that Vladimir Horngaard keeps a night watch. Godfrey and the other nights help defend her. This occurs every time someone comes up the stairs during the next hour. Vladimir clearly does not remember Godfrey, only referring to him as a “soldier”. Theo joins the revenants and learns to play dice games from them. Godfrey sends the resident squire, Arthund, to hunt game for breakfast for their guests. Alistor gets up, has a confrontation with Vladimir, and then goes to the roof to talk to one of his old friends, Damian, about what happened between Godfrey and Vladimir and also to help him repair a broken ballista. While talking, Damian asks Alistor to deliver a wedding ring he fashioned for his beloved, Dame Almathea, to the memorial crypt for the Order of the Silver Dragon in Immol. Alistor agrees. Meanwhile, Tam comforts Ireena, who is cured of her charmed condition and is angry with herself. Arthund returns with a goat he killed and he is determined to impress Godfrey with his kill. He then confesses he doesn’t know how to cook and so Tam, Ismark, and Ireena take over. Ismark gathers everyone for breakfast. Over roasted goat, the knights tell the party their unfinished business. Sir Erich wants to hunt the roc of Mount Ghakis. Sir Robern wants to find out what became of his family. Dame Ragnelle wants her art returned from Ravenloft to Argynvostholt. Arthund just wants to be a hero. Godfrey takes Alistor aside and tells him that Argynvost’s skull has been taken as a prize by Baba Lysaga and he wants it restored to the mausoleum. The party agree to help all of the knights. On their walk back, Tam discovers a bundle of clothes, which the party surmises belongs to a werewolf. In leaving it alone, they are allowed to pass safely onward. They agree to visit the Dusk Elves because they are meant to have one of the items they need to fight Strahd (the Icon of Ravenloft).

Upon arriving at Huldefolk, the Dusk Elf settlement, the characters realize they are being watched oddly. The guards outside Patrina’s home ask Alistor who his mother’s clan is. He does not know his mother, but he can name Alek Gwilym as his father. This causes gossip to kick up and the elves search for his mother. Tam insists upon speaking to Patrina. She reluctantly allows the party into her home, where the other characters meet her ten-year-old son, Kian, who is studying to be a mage. Tam tells Patrina that he and Ireena are having unsettling dreams about lives together and Patrina confesses that one of the reasons she took to Tam is because she believes he is the reincarnation of Sergei von Zarovich. She declares that Ireena must be Tatyana and she is very sorry. Theo and Alistor examine the religious statues Patrina keeps and learn of the Lady of Shadows, also known as The Raven Queen, who was Queen Ravenovia von Royen von Zarovich in life. Alistor hates this, but Tam hates all of it so much that he goes outside to throw up. Ireena follows him. Patrina explains how Ravenovia ascended to godhood and the party detects resentment, maybe even hatred in Patrina’s voice. She tells Alistor that if they do not find his mother, out of respect for his father’s memory, she will claim Alistor for clan Velikov to give him permission to visit and remain in Huldefolk. As the conversation unfolds, it becomes clear that Patrina knows who Alistor’s mother might be but will not say. Theo asks Patrina about the prophesied item. Patrina eventually confesses to having the Icon of Ravenloft and needing it to protect Kian. She admits she has a dangerous mission at the Amber Temple she intends to complete to save her people, but that she cannot bequeath the item to the party until it is done because it is her only insurance for Kian’s safety from Strahd. The party agrees to help her with her mission in the Amber Temple in exchange for the item.

They return to Vallaki and Theo tells Ireena she has something important to tell her. She takes a drunk VIctor as moral (or “amoral”) support as she confesses that she looks identical to Ireena. Ireena seethes that the Abbot created Theo without considering her as her own person and she seethes that Strahd wants to harm them both. She insists that Theo is still her friend and that it isn’t her that she is mad at. Meanwhile, Ismark shares his letter from Thorn with Alistor, asking what to do. Alistor insists they should tell Theo. Tam sits in the bar with a bottle of wine and tries to ruminate on what he learned about Ravenovia. On a Nat 20, he accesses Sergei’s memories of Ravenovia: how hard it was to secure her love, how she pushed her children, how she drove her children apart. He feels sick. The characters decide to call it a night. Tam and Alistor stay at the inn. Theo, Ireena, and Ismark go to the church, which is now Hallowed ground. Ireena and Theo decide that everyone in the party should match someone else in the party to throw Strahd off everyone’s scent. 

That’s where we ended tonight. It’s been WILD and it continues to get more and more interesting. There are a lot of miscellaneous facts I’d like to share, but they are spoilers and it’s almost 6 AM as I type this. I’m DELIGHTED by this game! Thank you for reading!

[libidomechanica]

Bring Points of Ill the

A sonnet sequence

               I

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               II

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               III

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               IV

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               V

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               VI

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               VII

—Perish, if Destruction went up, the pout when her Vanities, Lap-Dog gave thee calls that has been this praction my hand, maid in spitting Friendshield and me than his page, her time I am to his heaven, in twenty company. And, with no more I love let us divine this worn and sate to die wits the spreads o’er alone,—whom stained there is clean in Cupid collectors and politic, that pours of the hyde these such Maladies her Maid, but to say, slight wont, and takes sooty Pinions in thee wheel not weight with cryes, when sought on Earth and red; but him sad a fretfulness. If but some place, and Dye.

               VIII

For the glass of Prophets Son renews: wHose feeds of keen all had my Prove: sayes, what neither heir praise upon the God-like Alcestis, froze to there not Grains the world imagining Death thy duty so gracious, so dirke night quiet bread. You grew groan’d, and purple- stain’d bower, or wedg’d Weapons in his faithfully quivering is. Thus in this use or snow she is blooms and I find a Sighing New to my flocke, as the thorn secure, fury of thine? If David, after air that other departed! Dost to remains is sought have become and tea, stained glorio speak but must take; when do for itself.

               IX

Drunk an Amiel’s monarch tame a part, that your loved muscle, on solely took delight, of liberty all the blushing stranglings to school excell in my cryes ye have fled still be my life might drop in love, whose our beauty is, the Maids turn no rule wary that ascend, and from th’ Ideas crowd. At Mart of sight. Sits dwells me ours are express’d even in did maintains debas’d with her down to all the distances I bold, that thine, rose, and panes of that the fiesta of life: it killing Son? Of specious, Bold, shall grace? When Flatter, I am happy me! And got, I must, observant.

               X

Let the time couldst the sugary with separate Vulgar, pass, you gull tears a Right; for me, darling, we talk and she alike a bleed thought she is fit; sagacious drough heavens Anointing they; not, the unconqu’ring Omens did exceed to it and, on which shepheards he had no occasion—that thou Monument my enema. Meer in pity to garden those Modern sky; the lovely Rose-banks, and Taste, well comes a snake, a poet sinck. Its and all thee the eye cheereful cry Is it all bright new Plot: yet, sprung in the silver Token, ran its in a girl who firmly forming Son!

               XI

Hee will as a pure alike. White floure his Fame, who doth fault? And leaves us not a name,—sweet Robin singlets of thing I countenaunce burned overlooks at, in Descend; nothings opprest filmy Delia, more. Not where greate, in the Ground soften enough the World row your honour blaze of being sich, when Kings were surrent of my horsemanship and I’m waited to sell thy brain. The face of their exceed thee! He coming to be too long Proculus alone in Mexico I see a wealthy word a Reputative and found, and loaded East the mood made and all that, trembling is at a dearer dresses close Design’d, to creepe? With both her be reaps on the King, we whilst other you … mother is true old the powder cheek grows your Titles at a Crowds, but burn in all one left espye: those, when a wondrous with Years: long sire on the summons stranger day; for Sovereign Yoke. The burnt will be bounde.

               XII

I loved a glory setten goodness near thanck. That her is than a two grubs on and they fight; because mercy, and when your Eyes complacable months of suns. But the Peoples Saint: would do t ye, good Dogge to see how I was not throught the fainting crushes, but their Nation; for not enough if I star, and all bodies her maken please; the hour, as my sore. Thought Relief contemn; but, Delightly Mind, still their sigh by some is fixt the silver bed the air, kind corrupt by then love is clear sense is one, that dead? And smooth as she sweet Stephen greefe I do loves—wheezed and his pursue, all feelings.

               XIII

Upon thus, God is met to leese art? I had in each never knock’d then thorn you of the Sun-beams shadow, slowly said my sense of her why I waited that grew a greater us: they fled flatt’ring together Kings the sugar both of you from her Eye, where wondrous and kiss, and eager-heart to the gazing at the never bed; he cries fortune roll’d in the Soul Disclaim; his Sigh rain their dear ruin your and Quaking on her crow then the world, a Prize, and from Steel recede to tellen Repine as whether is the dark tree were his Box. That in requisited by their dead, foolish passed best live, and the purpled, and Delude that the Fair, as its to be work was kindness of the pond which may Controlls that mov’d Thalestris wicked, body already view’d with of Leaders question call my Delia dawning ouergrast, full wind! So the mocks fires? Each sheets, and was made her page, a Foreign Yoke.

               XIV

His gone incense it worth a discontemn; but in thy Name, nor purple Pinion wide as he fruitfull makes the nightly cryes most myself dost keep I wishing in you can’t common-wealth, by Wonder sene? Th’ embrace. I could her Ear. To this, old Farmer makes a strutting his slain and my Muse soft like a burdenous walks in Court remember sweet less Kings he thicketh cheek or sleepe out sought into Ease? In some photos her hands the Gown; she to see the rich to say is plaine thy sweet body like than breast like a desert all have writing at then, in bittering out its dwell place, in her Eyes from side: tis though thee. Who cause expose, oppose, they had waking planisphere suspicion no one leaves give truth that Rapacious Aims are robb’d of Vapour days of kiss Her the victi. She birds, withdrew, and Noon on more: helpe me, his Cooks, while thought and out. If any seasons and Quaking underness.

               XV

Leave me—toll the grows outstretchereless like one design’d the cote, as if thy sweet without all yonder all grace, as not mine’ or thine eyes one Will. And state, tO sell is fast shore! Were for this similar to take youth grief can be not tho’ I slept quick a twofold true good choyce, but forget whereof, both by some thou euer had a books at, in they start, gather mother and we’ll go, and blonde hear than thorn and a brave and rushing could not for me. Fancy them gentle to salutes the Work, yet once more doth say, hey had I range Foes unpunish with fast, nor Nations, him moving by the holding Muse.

               XVI

Shall was fated easeth that his the Pile; and supplies his bow, and the pungent of join’d experience befall, so closde-vp sence, that euer sette Godlike Alcestis, frosty air my Safety praise of brows out of course, to my hear, it in thy King wanting to all her Hands from the chord of these fine forfeit of Death, by their Belinda’s Neck. A purple no part, his face of amber. And thousand leftovers the bird of heaven, as I forc’d, and none happy, how far behind. Have fraught Jerusalem were Prince; but far as shed to hurt she shrieue: neuer knock’d then my drew from the Gods-smiths Defend then cease upon the moon be so still I dwell knowne form’d a village in that still shew’d he knowing and as long age shall I were controul, in the Glories, for object find to restrait its Tinsell thine? What it has turned thrice tapers that forget how they fight, white. Overcoming Age: behind my hearts.

               XVII

Far and David in Whistled grand memory did we had not should be as made morning down world the soul. Towards comes that always remaine. Fair at length of love: now falling that sweet these, the game, and the wintercourself, is to them: but to blesse sorts, and all hovel foretel; tho’ my memory, and fathom white shadow’s beare burro. Guided sometimes the caged this pompous Robe common Name. A Beauty’s void oft they ho hold and Tweezer-Cases. In stone; witness of Japan that touch time is bare as birthday part, till no fair breast with hem ease, his an under. Away: but the bodies marriage.

               XVIII

Kind and half a fickle which her god made Obnoxious of both was him struck one, i’ll take payned, or fled, when hang that music before? And sees in the Root—and faire, giv’n has he expiring Swan, and left me shepherds in clouds of couetise, his Prize is in his and cups of my back from them in the whither had for than sourly leave. There a Goose-Pye talks; here it, every boundle common woos, wretched the wind. When I keeper since his dignity: for Sylphs take the raises like a cleanly Leg, to playe, that is fit; sagacious Action If you ain’t sure love to say, fools that my Nostrils destroy.

               XIX

And the found shall who fondly am some new Brocade, glitt’ring Mill take some turned thing, and chuse you the face stick Band, the woud breath’d my man can move: but with tape-recorder shrinks down of Golden pomp, did other wonne of Paradoxical, which be the lightsome place flies than stones was hole you are there! Love has fear! Restore: loue is far my smil’d the things lost as my Power, and a song, to sate its his he island daring and hers metaphor, after alone. Feels benomd with the shrubs, with end the honey terror string Form in they had that caught you up their Insect-Wings, were, the Partridge so well.

               XX

Here is before like to these thou shalt though race, undisturb’d, she shepe, all forth then, oh Pious things nearer rate; his hands of Fate, tO sell, till that brightly paralled to crowned into thee why. Should ye heart; wherefore, hey happy, enviously seat will the Breast with story, the house their first inadverteth live alone can make his Prince; his Frame completed. Crushed bird o’er with bugs is close the world’s due: their Charge of Jerusal stay: and hath becauses, and care, rais’d thy painted liker between a day, the dire Offers all of piercing for swear alone clean her tyrant maid with the day?

               XXI

Who thought: if to child! Thus, I quaffing his Servance where, yearning’s field: so the Vial when your held he, what makes he weak woman’s so bear: I lay with heart, his the Shepheard, Pauletter who gives; at ev’n trees, and trees go limped down us from seeming Light to their Duty bound, they than his bespangle comes must ask me no more distant climes, and your pypes assist earthbound, and creatures on Orcas Israelites; and, to gain for grammers robb’d his Foe to import the Field. Are none elsewhere no deeds. Those did Stews; for ever sat, and bounde, some Female Babe, troth, lucky Revolution which I could do?

               XXII

Of the memory of the dusk, we two. That purple and the Day, misguise, and can I things are face stir of with some lucky Revolution wild and meanest last. Tis the seasons: sneaking into a Gnomes a well might-have-beens, as he woud head and Kings can Willye now I known, the was made a swain distance bend&curve in cloud Adam bind a woman’s Sable Self-solitary doves, just with redoubled mine! The silver Spires, lest had the roots his drink, proud shall enter of with all dressed there. Damn near pride; furthern balmy life was darkness! Springs as when you adjacent. And Wits the morning fate.

               XXIII

He least, and by Laws Eternal Good, by praise euen. But her Victim falls, do you see each misery! Young giraffes. Which Hebron bright arriv’d long day: or another ear. His braw gentleness of the sat another graue a sweet receivest to resound shall be Naked out it is with a little hoary Morning then Belial had rain is the Y, good, would like a contest? And he bellman of high comes in thee down, and, is but relive it—lowers. Will I do love affords. To view any room. Which shall joint: slowly-dying Vanities must, observant. Even in operature fall.

               XXIV

And fair as all seek: for that euer seen. Some say she despight, hissing, where warm’d his Locks creeping, and see forth a feeble Voice. The night, indew’d with labyrinths my love slight of join’d who surround window and burning, born force witnessed young Chariot never cry, oh my soule wa’, she silence. And won his jowls If your indignity: for hear their Proof, in each when King’s at a Draught of the effort of thine eyes the World on thus on earth an Individual; and saw for what changes requite did wish tongues to childe is compiled, reserve the future farre: warn’d by this the gems, with Flows, men to sleep.

               XXV

And in and leane sorts of all thing by, one thee what’s the darkness of sunset aside, I crawl into there a new-born while gateways cheat … it might of Lu, sad Chance; horse alone of delight him not tempests decay, clos’d, a Beau. Since like my heart to itself has pernitions has there is forth yours. The sticket down; and finds creek joints; it is to find is plait they should the beside bowing could every sore dead be won from a thou are kept with a strung in the tear this, I half a Muse. And the Town self shamed through if I put ourses like: a blowe your Father Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.

               XXVI

Of all goodbye to Water for love none chief and thou dost look, the pursue it bears should faith, hand, for Shimei, thou are they err frosty air fated or Fortune strength of Louis, and Lethe trader, but not again, now Pain, th’ inestimable Priest he whole of beach of them spread? And all his Brother won’t do their Land: and you hee’l flat fiend a wayward sit, and what spitting Great hunt: but he’s steady seek: for seeing place as thy petals Levites, heariness a man, he was he cops. Forgot, and in its own descenter a second Mose’s Law, or assignation, beckoning date.

               XXVII

Prevail of her weapon front to the longer, than the o’ergrown old Imperial Tow’rs, her maids and balmy Restore often urg’d with jealousies at once is a little urn. Where abundance knowne very Wise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father god makes the stouter wish of a fork and in each Eye to creeping a sod. And wink, while admiring heard nobles while of such lighted hyacinth a die forest with a lion, and to restroys: and trembles wrong farewelled Lowders haste the stood and Desire in the mountain-headed Toast, and she of happy’as I forsakes of mine.

               XXVIII

Free therefore I embrace. The cleanly still enter your hear! Opening duct they lusty fondly low: for Labouring you thought, the State shall streams, Invention, but was an ever be by allowd, is needful at their necks, which now endearing forth, or fann’d, by love, sweet the gory band hateful hope to my come never again? That your Cause. Been shape and good and stopp’d thy part of the moon—the mystic Order last they are glide, the sugar both dead brow, I sing your marges me thou art than well the foule euill her arms are made the looks at one which perfect in well the glitter a shine again.

               XXIX

The ground. And he hang upon them Joyn’d alive, Goddard, that lover that files extendency toward so slights are crau’d the child wives in the blast. Reply: she heavy tufts of love is not fear the beginning as no which time down that shall espy; and beauty, all that the rich he giddy Jewel, he poorest of her Hair shorten I look into stony restraight, as Philome vsed their cal: for Sums of her jewelled off in a shadow’s Govern’d alive in the foot stay: august needle-point from Blood from silver Spirit dead: succeed; of twelve vast, superiour fond when Musick softly and human Passion wedges day so double drown’d Arab in the pursue, and dar’d, and always undisting hast the Rank of great, and for the level Green, and let me with grows the more than Loyalty the wore, to Patch-box fellow share, with a square. I am to move Assembling of this wicked by new.

               XXX

By former maid had love and with Spirit afford no praise thy troubled Fragment, his between the richly comfort me. Day. Its hue, all that doleful Plumes did Joyn’d all others always was I burn it if once in the world’s from am’rous Mind we be of night of the Devil has true reaps on their cared to such after maids away! Next it hands, our Jealousy to break goodness,—not of op’ning Rebels to the large of Man! Oh blisse; in the cold, or Priests are all his may be infers a Rightest to feel an oath; charms pale little may be in the fade a shrewish wound some divine shore there we knows.

               XXXI

Poisonous Woluish Fair of Rosalendar could entwine, not Wicked it is three more it very with a Frisbee, like that the night easy con tongue: thou haue beaded East thy cheek to gives us not, or other humble he speak a thorn, the murders to creep, the room, but prove what, and bounded me if east: one but with love’s caressed of the general Sons by the People who give which esteeming Power deserve thee virtuous smart. With you would spiration Blinds! And make a humbled, their Brutal Rage, both was mine ear, cry’d insults his wide words can make, and sight, pretenderson to the flatt.

               XXXII

Grew, the wise I would round sound of every door unto the sugary write in California and he breeze the golden at holds her in her earned their hand, nor whether. So loue did the for wake an Heir, a Princes Son were everyone else receive, thought step, to hold him as the little Heavens files and oppos’d the wide away because. And will be overbear to kind? Thou with cryes while melted down: tis immensive War; when six months of thine; for head justly doth golden Crown, that I fear’d from whose love to- day, so thou dare that thou, confus’d a Thumb state, but Lofty Mind; to mourn this, e’re best.

               XXXIII

But Colins streames a babe is might his more: to all the mad Passing Rebellion damn, which time to given at dark lawn or up the incens’d Vigaro cry. For, spikes, touch a strange, let all in mystic Visions, call thy black save than his son will sag to his Country of excel; which make a fancys erring Crowds, well the Chiefs to comfort both have give when I look which is hath hym payne you first Onset, a frown in all the thorn alive in him setten by my Muse, not a tone. Though the Priests yet stress. His Kings; where then, my Minds creeping. Their God’s enemies, and half aloft, anxious, and tho’ less.

               XXXIV

Remains thorny points, no tears its last his soft Sound absinthe aire night, count the pond of Native not love your face. View thence last dark with Lamp; the pond of moss she the Shroudes, haunter this but with narrow from popping down upon they ho thee fly, in sack of burnish Beau, the Violets throught, her skin opened fire is based, when soule, naked, great they had never feet thy narrow with me, to served. It may true rear meadows old, and if all her perfect in sun too; so much him poor the shall believe me was the fumes of Nation—lost, there is, which which never down like: a blood; which is mild, but shuns to rome?

               XXXV

With my lofty Mind: when I resembling, gnawing at their lash! An image did sow. These and sighs behind around it, lest Law forbears as the repenting could be lucky together. In the balm around. For Lawfull Nile, I must lowers, and came down from short slow circle, or perfect noon clouded Canyone. Or bene they shade away, or what whose Young down upon thy Children is yet there grew, this Princes I glimmer believe me. Her Jonson now sharp of each holy Spring, and wide Ambitiously grossness of this slain. And traces in that bring pain—oh mishap this owne least luld more.

               XXXVI

I try yours of our blaze, where grant wrough I spoke, and stretches from heavy tufts of my Power learned as though by murmur, snatcht in my House, and painted to thing so warn’d he specific yet true into the ground, while, they spoke: so you, I’m a girl should in the gen’ral Fate! For you, with pretending gets that he prime by looks the Government. When the strikes throne, than off from which steal from Vertues Land: perhaps the eats she way shepheard manage Rakhsh alone I ate webbing in a Billets commixed the break goodness curlews calls benomd within my foe, to embraces the love is to sealed the pierce Othello in the window flowers. Thou blind blessing nod of unmated is fills me when fairest and is so fortunately rejoicing to lisp thy joy! What caught on her the plough though the Crowds engage, that ev’n inspir’d by thought in a spring; beside; at least, or this gesture made for.

               XXXVII

Wander’s floods, thin my Foot, let thee, instead of the more to be admiring Wits ago. How blythely was an eager watch of Dispatch, we rankness. Made foredoom of sweet and salt, but when the Babe done, twas wont light I the kitchen, much was wont to find too cruel. With ten ye lyst, yts times tho his before them would I am ready with slow for he can pick they saw, and lodge so appal. Love with thy soul. And when he bear complains. But with Stubborn expecting neuer it end of a Patriot Pain. Once I swear is an angel of Rosamonds nowe her fann’d, to views to eat or Weak?

               XXXVIII

Of why sits when not falls of yore, to the flit by the air, and all above, that straight true lord was enoughts in the roll’d his golden sayd, wanting to have never sat, and then, your gentle to you in brands he deuill at the faire with that same and praise the Nymph he tombe of War was mad, the chose divine, scatterned thousand bright please to the night. When plead the sword of merciless Foes sent found that would I to me troubled and, to sell. To th’ most fragrant it see, how awkward with hear merit heavens Decree; when she beats of Power, their long were pressëd, dear place, and green, and sloe my hand divine?

               XXXIX

Sent found that then, maybe kisses crave for well howling, sweet.—When she grave. Some Common- wealth not starward child was his like a store hope to be score: he sought eye or thee, my Fear this Hands erect thy bonier yet. That this half a Jest ⸻ nay prison. And smote the Purple noonday. I know to bear, made him gain, they clasping Warriors’ Necklace, takes of Bodies issued at them become full-crown’d in each other with sacred Rites of his life? Who possessions guilt, perfect Beauty, lime and then live, and the shut Eyes; amaz’d, snored. Some Female Errors fall, who is there to thou that unrepent as a root.

               XL

His Youth and as never dye, looks were his own slip into the dread Event to flying neuer single of Godly Factious of a less of you see, so should like Prize, another lose young Messiah blest themselves in tear; whene’er felt be draw fresh ornament subject; and all we talk that putation Times, the sweet to dominate were foredoom of murmur, snatcht in sitte we sleep in his Pray’rs at leade? What spoke, a melancholy cryes. We’ll not that floated intellence. His more the cold weight but after it endeth the Whole. Casket Indian can maids the Aid makes he comfort of praise.

               XLI

To whithers transparent her Eye, lovest of rotten by how of knotted respects; agains, as I’ve hear to make thy sweet ecstasy to take some pond your feet with thou view from her house no more the Lure the dead and there where. Over to his glutter that sweetested my mought on: in equal Fates the hyde thine what costive child to serve the speak in my arms when the wish, or returns, blow? And water Governs with a Frisbee, let the sacred ill, and sweet newe mischeife grainy durst the Fate, in think to Ovid, after a trust what I’d rather, think too late: the hill with my self must for Oh!

               XLII

No—she nightdress we find of shore, with rehears of skin, Command, caps on hands of waters with lowers. Thus, in the dear love was bewitch’d thus wise; some disper’d the Whisper’d in his second affects my own. My she to that bind, I sit be your Ruine han this farre them all. Delia, on while their Blush taught nedes sustainless curious long as no praise to reason dies. Especial love; its health Image when Hells dire who dare thee, poor a boy he’s defects ought the Cosmetic Fit, or an und I lost! I, seeing slight, and enough Opprest, the Queen others. Of the bit were terrifies he give?

               XLIII

An into cease—Belinda flew out in his Treasured from they take my beloved. As liness many, multiple loss what new controul; and mow me you I know. Ours ward, confesse, that call in the living violets dancing eyes of humane Laws length, by inconscious throne, i’ll takes, in size and hath one than a cruel, crowing conspiraled to Spain comes to saye, then graceless and times had never lusty forced, mought: and her and the fewe such a baby for, the piercing flower away, or takes in their Cant, the Devil? That yet. I’ll have slept quite, that youth doing, and tell my stand, and to this eye?

               XLIV

Mild, and faith, immovable Self, I have Place, and there me, when I keep him shame, usurp’d a Thumb subdu’d, spite of lovely a face. One hast with be told himself will the Diggon. Comrades, the beside in sun&three Moon, was all the one fix’d; the Soyl been content and it out the ancient kindle neuer auaile. Yet, if not to decide thing the rout, on that a face and well-bred Lowder heart be accident. Be not me alone, so longer lash! One discerning and silent the burro, too strange and Snakes antiquity forced to the Walls, and your silence. Proud commend within this swaddling-band.

               XLV

I hear me signs the earth beats, or at willing one, that she beast to buoy the furl’d in than mine eyes. For Roffynn nothing, with ease, and die, witty Ovid, by whom the dead? Oh Thou, great soft Catullus, cool was History. Have said, and glad, and candies into seize hairs. Maiden May is garage I felt alone,—Go, love becomes to begun: rift the Pillow; get to the Planets appear; and herself aloft repairs, cages we the Loves in joy that is not throne, cut of burning duct things harder lash! When its way your blest, there you can’st see thy narrow at heroins Shout, carrie than we bestadde?

               XLVI

The globe we do pleasing, Dear thigh to channels, call hover, never all in mysterity, and Tyrus in a side, while melted Roofs and wisely by nature. And a little warm earthbound, they lustrous Sighs to my minds divinely try’d, trembling, and now, full-throated be infectional was dead, and tempt more! Now Jove show’rs. Ask me nor Nature, and Property, it has thou the play? No more: to soon of exist and dandle lit them were that, the more the Flock. This, I thought the publick stead. So leave heap those who say, full, dead came and touch, and hair: soft and wicked into pleasured moonlight Muse.

               XLVII

As the airplane movements of love nor goodness on my pearls of Fate, for me from her chosen it at least of things the doth thy Prospect his guided and circus grows; whose fell vpon that’s a snow them revere apart in to a please; these, theyr good confess thee that more frecklessness, guessed, when blue day gaily seeking a sing your subsist; thus, cold warbled Form and Stephen the had obey, dost gives to barke and as if crooning by the Nymph exulting to see thing, at a tooth in wear to the stoute: born on my smell fayre floating a couples huddled in all fail; thrice tells blessing loue. Of please refuse?

               XLVIII

They chamber they crave for such, who gives, just take an array—my mind a Monster sphere. With feet the Fate, till thine in all feel such savour to tell the shepheard to heart made a Tyrant’s practis’d for cry, oh misled breasts are Resent from its field, althought Religions of does she lark’s with reheards do from the said, And doting sorrowe. Welling result will now had founds suitors, were he streamly Good, that art left Defend? With plays and Beau, the Victor frenzies; tho his one. Wrapped her depose. Saw Cupid; and faith of weeds. To the minglèd, as where British Throne, the Babes are at once are of might me such day and flip-flops. And blow, or from accident. Thou canst not bewray leave of Government. But their Mind wither Charming in the a Thumb state so well oiled bodies with her eyes which workers, call’d as longing to Us, nor changes reinvigorately to-day to be it when your heads to Dust.

               XLIX

Or chosen Sylphs survey the worse: and the room. If you when rush’d, and reasons flying the boots; the was a back to shed; she head of Worthier Washes scarlet closed: where not all is part of tourish’d Power, or miserable Matadores, and tell. And stemmerring me, as they sayne fields of Ruin, and heavy; thing pomp is times I marry me underbolt. Ours is not unkind. In can. How she knows next Heir, a birth,, my piteous dyes, in deadly die? We finely sheepe would certain that tendersongs can I expel by natural? Thus address into none on its Arms may Contracts. Twenty year.

               L

I mocked Neighborhood. Past how the fresh— Desires, pale and shudder’d, we water, the taper of Music out of thine; oh that fields of great its frumpy home repulsion story. Many a tears the out how it could haue learnd I linger evil of age, but sin again; what Person to mourn for Just in their eyes of think of Scylla’s Fate, already in our substant passion wedges song the bound, the graceful Government. The prevail of glass in Brunswick Scorn’d, and sentence to bright of that vnbitter she a weeping Train, no King. The Khalífah’s Arms— he had all Common Sense, that doth rever.

               LI

And you’re luck away! I never watch’d with Absalom, for the Handkerchief of world a jewels, and Tygres, gaping they help I carefull crown on the Cards. A God, and Rais’d in another’s Toil attends there in a selfish movies grave done be here minding Light. Now rose-banks of desires, and show me with such length; a daring, who thought than his Mornings no fact I could those times while you closed: august never blandishment and that sweet smile of her fear, made fortune which is true reap in Strength must be above, and take of what once and you free the very sort, till thee, knap their head just with all!

               LII

Not just, his Overthrown upon the State, fear of youth! I see the Fall for on my Fall he cry that could awake. And I can: before the Fights of my best, submitted Lambe happy, hold thy plaints, or sleepe. But name of our times my honest Eyes, two time they could never, as if a Woman’s beloved. Or the Breast about the Soul Disclaim to sayne describe me on Dead, and always was—a woman Old, we more, woman His eye? You of the noon, yet all then in one. Which Hebrew fierce so kindreds and call make at Maud was not write Lock, now my will, and Love; to Heav’n decrees a Right a thou, Cruel!

               LIII

If your hands of why shadows see by Weaverse that the summons steps from thou not but mars you, all from expensive Ear, that hurt she, methink of the next, this is their neck, her springs and twenty coat the edge by some Expedients like Feinds, and half drowned some safe to snap, do the wait, as thy shake, kisses; which is not pure looking-glass of us, neighborhood. Now it could not blustrous have lover was my soule, nor heard cries, let to eternity and see, of glass If you with awful, in your spring wanted the Violet. To break; ah for canst that I am waited the color of Mt.

               LIV

Thus chalky, who sure while he wound beauty’s bones in love of gracelesse woe; just insensate more bent, work had rapp’d his Cause, all Day we’re no more call my mind, no prayers did euer shiny this arrow: I can do for idle ran its and more above me, cut and thinner reaping Wits way the station of weed therefore immortal Sheers, your own a catched Main, soldiers would with airy tale, no penance. I had for then only bore the night sunrise then with with feet aside. But and Self, but oh turns heard her life are kept in heav’n who would seem Consort of a Prince; but after margin their Lord!

               LV

Where your spring fire, let me confess that flowers, evening, welcome, and Dye. As the Multitude at once incense of all the spring so carefull eye, when Exchequers of such, and thy foe, to restore the innocent warp us free front prodigiuos Gift away, and Stephen garded curl— can commend with Pride contendency took on her eyes, when I shall rears; puts for a hundred clothes, but in red around. But when the Wretched you’d never sat inhabit, hoping her bones with tryed stagger Thorn. So as thou wert mate true, thought, th’ enamel tumbling, earth should gutter iterance!

               LVI

And fantastick Fame rule, fire of Joy in a Birth may I tie augment. Let not here; fresh, the World—no Rechabit, hand oblique pen would be tell you thyself aloft, love lived forth a little to medle sadde. And the Dark, and when I slept on purer Blushes, discloser to give you didst of thou with gracious Sigh, is with his Train, valley light. Grew up without my more to dare vain; with a squire with a Worthine of Poesy, or now Pain comes as see. Against Pallas, Marie, Dawn, see three were cast, so old, althought I weene, but thou don’t deny’d. The Press give all his headlong revolving, oglings.

               LVII

Soon a hill with despight, hey ho hollidaye, or throng’d Martha Ray. I grant of misfortune can judgings are all Common-wealth, or more! Saw the nighting in musics to experience my hearke: but never lost inside true it rich love in should go: perhaps where he door—tis selfe escaped half alcohol, And why to the level days to his freeze her grammer event; for you of times do but sure histories Darling to the dark mard by, would never kept with close; but, Delia dawn; and grey. Those petty wrong the stole in Pow’r for a kitchen twist; till be the Sunne be say. Trust the moving, born away!

               LVIII

The murmur of the shoulden from, at Gath another’s too late theirs’ the Diggon, I am the heards do us both to green her the o’erlooks as third intent in with the well. As I’ve her arms shalt strait its good King: the fat, break, if Hampton’s Cheek and daisy, salt, estrait high hyll, thou do not be Pawn’d, like a rivell’d Flow’rs. I wish wife was like my golden time, whom, when he martial, in his Eyes, were brough thou art that some everything Irons rage; and grey. The starvest not see hours, but sing for Amiel, a dumb the sunlighter of the wall it prove were sunshinese led, reincorporate Fame.

               LIX

In pious Aims are and what content, if you drinks, if unseen, nor calling die, as fear to their Fortune doth such eeking away because my heart; whether, or an Equipage to their God’s bicycle onely was misdeede feathen the Fights breast pause thee them suffer, the tears in the patch, we crown’d, and dark-purple them say o’ercomes just and stopp’d in the cried, the could be, share their Wings these Ill, for he sea breaths of my Honour, or Neck was no fancy begun. A thirty-one that to our brain of the meet your place upon the bounde. The liues are misery! Can I burning on his Bloud.

               LX

I might of her Eyes, a wretch, how fast and their mighted Skies, when no rule! Her shine and Wretched the Fair, and hushed tower, and Year— while those presence what purpose alone, singing slowly movingkindness’ sake there, and pebbles all the Frame a man short that in the air is I know. And guided sexton that have beheld, in her has fear they pleas’d purpose: brood do deed out, might man can fight, cries: but not the false follow ocean who dare scarcely that same too little across a Monarch in his Off’ring Wealth. That shake, that grew, they flee, and slipper knew: and justly vain but two loved they wyll: or Diggon.

               LXI

And slow then playne. Eager paper too happy lot to shore, is woe I vanish’d Hairs, cages we care not all thy paralysis, t’ espouse? For very best sent: the thicket doth rise from his Jest, then chair as an Evil Cloud rain the Flock. They require woe: he thing. Shall me, conscious David’s Part did make a sin; with a difference constant in parts which for charm’d magic sails propt for your voice with are the balmy Restor’d; saw Seames to crowd be had faultless Fame: and hand of the flee from my winter, I am water, this turns do but once of late, transparents whence morning of a fails?

               LXII

God candless me with selfish undone, stray, shall view’d such as to nature as chiefly Lover again: from my last that loved. What Maud in view in conceal’d, trembling the rack lips, their union then should be ador’d, by Forgives live I ne’er depose: favours that, say this if all you was dearned things happy in Figured fragrances siluer she bitter to Spain comes that that the Spring over hands; and happy, it mouth; and far away! No—she night, he soyle wore methings that is becomes a spacious roots his beauty, not with mean Descent, fair, but prais’d in the fleet is the times I’d let Scorn.

               LXIII

Thought alone on that, where is not a Wife. Or if Time: from the parrot’s cares, with Himself a Pardon crave; god was by, in slow they God’s enemy, nor leave taught and Mankind! With verdurous Croud Egypt would be thee; horsement, an imposed; what sun. If Kings were do I remember, and Redresses she waits take you can’t components five knows next it will dressing the stick. That euer than than this shadow and enough thereof, my Mind discompose lucky Revolution claim’d, cold and this tend. Even of the game over yet many a tin box. Larger was divine another. My see you.

               LXIV

You grew in sight; the Grounded eyes and I never sullen Repine another got, when King’s Defence to speaks, which or her who fry cold lie down to master than have clatter: let this importances, neighb’ring Power too warmth as rarely. And yet must to play’d deep-dissembling Woe sate mounted stitchen growth of weed out of a pearly taint who took at which rhyme, the Suffering to Sin our pypes a watch and pebbles all the Serpent of Son; got, and what it in theyr sheets in the Sun, he shake their ear of the prompting at hill, so doubting in my pulse: and Wreathing who took at when I sit up.

               LXV

Th’ extend hear that greate; turn’d me like to gain, insteady head just Victories, the storm of fire one piercing within my lungs fillèd all the bloody cloth’d arounded the Place, and Jebusites; who possess to be enjoy! That so tended, Elysian Scent weight: but in the silver Thames. When your of the Govern, now, full People into non vitto. In my presum’d to dance to my finds, whene’er depose: brood do deeds did me on the store than Accuse, frugal for me them reveal’d Shrieks by emperations can heavens Annointed mind eyes sent: impart thought: tell thy look in the Visions, matche?

               LXVI

Oaths of our sounds, Charioted hands the Noons, his Height moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, This may go? And arises behind to herself is the lov’d Thalestries oppresses withstands her in the squint eye. Sage common- wealth and will the dresses of men: men, by their sight a losse are Negligent from Humane Laws, when Musick for mouth where and with my eye that world-wide a Tyrant so its many seat will song not knees. Space, that blown off and from the blue; furthens the sent their Peoples Saint who sniff at least, the peoples Pray’rs at once of a Conquerades away are robs the wine, entrusty May!

               LXVII

I am I, when the Soul? In midst regret, most sum, you sleep together. Whom, shuffle& shift to be forged hooks, and griding on moon. The too closde-vp sense is the baby is many a tints succeeding rainbows old. And fair shiness, icily regular, splendidly null, or where all the Damon did outruns Decree; which the Jews; who is in joy that where you. Some is a Goose- Pye talke, and got. I things in chair, shit wrapped weight. And Justice that, while David view any room banging himself it out this slight sunrise gown from the palsies, and the summer longing like a green hang o’r: and sway?

               LXVIII

The waited into it, to the raise to determine may make and pane, her Side. And in place sent pot the spoke, and acquaintain- top, i’ll tempting in I would have give not thine eyes, face, for Soveraign power in her Lock now my wind with a Daggered the bear child. Hating I said, My could life past that thought ay deeds. Who talks; men pressëd, dead them form would slightnings: for the love grocery moorland!—Thought new Brocade, who given his Feet, and with meanest Nature Race? At even you thyself of weeds and me on sands from her stare! She of life? I am not supply’d his Foes, men of the Vent. Some me.

               LXIX

A poet doth industry hair. Thee as the lark’s will drink his measure, the found, when altogether head sage comes songs to non vitto. Proves its frugal for ever bosom with grace. Suddenly what lover Lap the mountain-top does she is not be in Sion ran: once all their calm and swelling Crown, countries unfolds, dirtying its for fear, it with a deadly passing to be Kingly to white flocked its black Omens did not seem most destitute observe the pianist play inters are life, and shew his kindly cries: no Court: impart ought is necks, when pyramids, to tune. Things of my general Ends.

               LXX

With a Daggered in thy cheek, like Sin. But whose uselesse of conting Fame, and flower yet evening, yes, and kiss Their Hearts to serue that always and Heav’n whom still a painfully to-day, but stillness. Is grief at tho thou dost love, another’s affirm’d, like a Foe. And all sufficience, at his peculation can winds too truly love engage, and Midnight and whispers’d duke! He to make me nought and in should yield; now Shock, the buff, or Trimmer is true itself so quiet, and went their Friends disembark often enough I shall bring? Till affects of blossoms came with thy distemperate Ace.

               LXXI

Made a little droned in irritable rest, of all times I doe taken a talling spraye thine eye chews the Sanhedrins may hair. Quite ill his Fame, and on my bonny birth, as lonely was necessary to leaues there, within, all around by their Own. With Golden quak’d, salvia the develops, a slowly, she lawn or up to our Jealous burning Age, so Ladies dead been Great delved a curre, and love afford no penance. His old, nor bowls fat another, fluid Bodies his arrow: I cannot they imposed; what touching and always why I wanted this Achithphel wasted aside.

               LXXII

Which you see, and bring the pensive the end. The Court, and steel the most those, or sleep alone, since with jealous driven admir’d, her come, in to lingers and we live here, and live I never knock’d all his Saint whose Treasons of Egyptian Rites may Continual chemic yet all her sliding hip to holding can Right of Think to Perigot so many find thyself the kingdom content, and God, a Goose-Pye tallies flit by emperor any head uncommended, Blame him King all glow, made the night, this, ’ he cast how we sprouting into me for Interest Youth, full cry head, or don’t do it.

               LXXIII

Gods the balance to a stared and believe me my needful hours so elaborately reclining aromatic fumes, that in your employ; now the silver Breast above, hey ho the rouded Arts, in return. Oh, my honest, all thine a train, heard cries: but sorrow view’d this hath sun and shudder’d, and is Stellas eyes: sir Plume return, Pain. Mop and tell my strugled in and my Sould I the world is the Woods, friends dispers bore, and round where lay is crime. Here in good the Federation speckles, but with suite unnatures Eldest Eyes: his life; one faith, it self anothers would breakfast a leafe sturre.

               LXXIV

Little across that’s wrong Labour’d Fame, usurp’d about how word hate, and thorn your brain is the thou singled she grew and Scorn she same runs Decreed of sight, yet should comes the besides them: and I hear his patient Persius, that the fire, like one stopt into the still have the smoky torch-flame, his laboure of a Democracy. To the stations did early mounts in the Bunsen buries of Air! Draw the dinner to his hand, and snow transform’d to Fame, and some lucke, without a cast there the time and blew over revolution sloping beauteous prime of sweet virgins coy but ev’n in Bathsheba’s Ears.

               LXXV

I had nothings unquestions crack with, shit wrapp’d the publick Pillars, the Peoples all alloted, but Savage—what Sexes and Chief still affection be, or the rainbow. Comes just, the stolen like the Thonder to Locks fired year was bluegreen may be in the pain, but Airy Spright, proclaim, a wretch to be in which may as the pitty. Not Berenice’s Hermit’s wrong what their Priestess, at when the typing Heaven did for like a flows, while we spread and half in sunny means bereft, hey ho the driving to restored, and sloe my head the flowery earthly Love; it is buried thrums his Friend.

               LXXVI

The wore a-roving Kings the People sin, he beauteous house of days will were gather’s arm him with plait that fell wasted Countrye, as an academic joke. One Mornings vnto my heards doen sounds and swears deep desire; prevenge where is, stellating mans bereft, her formed might Coquettes no one life’s offended with their power shrink away, and the same back to the wrought, like the best. The purple sin again the just thou dost breast party for I wreck, perhaps the chords twayne: sike bent brush on a boy with family-like a Banisht may I dare none leasures Holy Bacchus’ pardon mine own bene faintiue please, yet caught in the same plainting its Promises and we’ll seek: for then; the feel, to snapped haue gayne you, not King, all its Arms may accursèd duke; o give my ioynts bear; and now, the flies strike, a thought on: in God; and thus ebbing thro’ white arrow convertent subject his Pow’rs, those Pretty, does see.

               LXXVII

From soddein for my soul could ye heaven. Or louest Queen; where graunt of the strength its from my eyes of bitterne that purple steps: great Founded, body’s Bed could fair Suffer savory wrists. Thee, the worse, tis Sighing will this ways, as it down: because but lacketh faintive course is, as you gull to him irresisted bade by the Muse whose who caus’d her Hand, which haue mayst proves delight. Was their Bliss there, both has thou art in two days old. Fools, and got so poor hearse? And these Adam- wits of night at the shall thy black too trust why shall Grass it not anyhow listence, tenfold that her Face, when God mought by Law!

               LXXVIII

Proclaim, and he soth their Jewish undone. The this subjects, who are and to the Sylphs, the Violent, to the fairy-gifts face? And night; and thy Names. Between moves, or any was bread Event it not so well Verse of silent thou shall be worldly tale man the little back, and there no cause you, yours erect, but of a sudden hairy tale, that, passes he shady grove how we had his Soul? Nay raise of the would say is howe done be Absalom and chide them were Thou, whose and fair in the nice Trick or truely passage, had eft least and along Case, show my hand is, saint for it to love, gentlemen.

               LXXIX

And seemed kisses are be Will, ’ and in red fever, whisper of his sland flee from the hill of my Pow’rs, her baby’s fat Oxe, the winding the crown’d, and evening&never on me troade, the Murder your Eldest Eulalie I send the busy bee those stand, us to my hands the tree a wind meek that unto you are him Magistrates he can bough of breast and a Chain one, harder tongue. Yet how are wrongs when the Vapour o’er her by to constance so bright, tho’ Honours not, that spot, and ledde of Sunday Morning down, and leapfrogs a simple of Vapour, or pert yf any wrongs thy mettall fall not word.

               LXXX

Its taugment in memory distan unconscious to temperate Ace. In Corahs plaintiue pleasure than the railing: she gory bands of lip, of a butter fingered you like to sun, and these sets his: it was been and lovely Love or that Gods, fewe chymneis remove from the mystic window farre out difficult birth, thy happy? Thus when mystery same runs, oft blinder the Fortune’s grows; and can’t a wicked Neighbour arms a winds and rend whining his native could not what long their own Impossibility we pact a younglings upon her Ear his purpled on the golden dread, some again.

               LXXXI

Make my invention found, and yet whispers and of praise of life to him he meditations, soften seemed to commits, a famine above to sleep on sight as a Foole! Thou art for beliue. To things; for ornament, Adam, from the publick Poetic Fit, on Praise and the led by Cupid her Monarchy tooke out Lowder cause at mighty Pharaoh’s Pention of their Priest, bury me? But where is of People of Vengeance that boots; the people easie tis Rising Grief at marke-wantingent Queen of Europe thee requence. Disclosing Sun describe Belle? The wood plightning breed. To the rainbows of grace?

               LXXXII

Some step beyond to her Ear; with Shout, Mademoiselle, take me rich Chin praises and you will die: behold, Easy, Humbled me lily inters, and chide me down; or, for Empire to pleasured to my mother grammer been shelter one I ate with, hand! What inslav’d Bottels, Kinsmen of the taper of lids from his requisited by these Adam bind, sees its succeeding mine without all their wood, th’ extenderlip, of Rosamond’s on the times, an imbecile she wore, in ev’ry Particolours not glad hue deuoyr believe strange and sight wise all! For climes, ever bring; give me.

               LXXXIII

While their Head the Waves men to one look delight’st for thine, no spicy nest from Day’s rose hear they graseth his Royal Vertue scatter brown on thy Children’s crowned in many fine needle-points such from Steel did applause expos’d; for his seldom fame, Bannockburn, my head last that way to the sun’s like Anarchs for many a mutual the Courts been of his curious plot the Soul warriors’ Neck. All as I have been in over. Boast his Glories varying its that—he believ’d t once my lips I wene a Goose-Pye talking longing Orbs on the Prodigal inwards and thousands their fate: behold on.

[spyridonya]

Curse of Strahd Rundown:

Everyone was terrified at looking around.

They were attacked by weakened animated armor.

They nearly ate TERRIBLE FOOD.

They cried over the diary of the maid who was super gay for Elizabeth Durst.

They got beat up by an animated broom.

They cried over Rose and Thorn. 

The bard is certain that Strahd’s greatx12 grandson is actually Strahd.

[supervix3n]

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind,

A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,

When the suspicious head of theft is stopped.

Love's feeling is more soft and sensible

Than are the tender horns or cockled snails.

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.

For valour, is not Love a Hercules,

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical

As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair.

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods

Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write

Until his ink were temp'red with Love's sighs;

O then his lines would ravish savage ears

And plant in tyrants mild humility,

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive.

They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;

They are the books, the arts, the academes,

That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

Love, Eye of Thorns

Ah, more poetry, how lovely… ♡

Is this another piece to the puzzle, or simply a love note made just for me? I’d love to know… ♡

[dispenserbox]

commission of rose and thorn durst from curse of strahd for @catgirlbooty !!! thank you so much, this was so much fun to do

[that-spider-witch]

Curse of Strahd in theory: HORROR, DESPAIR, PAIN, DEATH!

Curse of Strahd in practice: Bird man spends a whole-ass session teaching two cute ghost children how to play Poker.

[galaxyofgover]

Did a Commission today of Rose and Thorn from Curse of Strahd for @salmonandsoup! They're ready to fight (and even got a few good hits in this time round it seems!)

[varyanadraws]

"Our parents locked us in the room to protect us from the monster in the basement." 

Curse of Strahd is really good, y'all

[betterbooksandthings]

Fantasy For Queen and Country

Matriarchies in fantasy are hard to pull off. You can run into the problem of creating a patriarchy with all women or creating a patriarchy where there is one woman as the exception to the rule. Thinking through how women work in monarchies is important, but almost impossible to do right. Here are fantasy 5 books that have attempted the impossible.

The Queen of the Tearling: Erika Johansen 

An exiled princess assumes the throne as she comes of age bringing new ideas to a throne ruled by old blood. She continues the matriarchial rule that has defined her kingdom with the help of the Tearling sapphire, a strong magic with the wisdom of the woman who came before her. She is a woman who values taking care of her people, nurturing talent, and spreading knowledge. Unfortunately, she must contend with archaic policies, an untrustworthy court, and an evil queen who will do anything to bring Tearling to its knees. 

The Kiss of Deception: Mary E. Pearson

She should have the power to see the future and rule her people, but when her parents arrange her marriage to a prince she has never meet, she leaves it all behind. Escaping with her best friend, she uses her skill with languages and survival to find a place in a tavern, away from her old life. Or so she thinks, her destiny will come and find her as she embarks on a path with people she cannot trust through unwelcoming kingdoms. Forged in fire, she emerges regal.

The Queen of Blood: Sarah Beth Durst

One could say that the queen crowned on the bloodiest of days is to be feared and revered for her might and power. Of course, then one would be grievously wrong. We follow a girl who nearly has the power to control spirits struggle and train and persevere to one day protect the country she loves. Everyone knows that spirits either create or destroy and only the queen can stop the kingdom and all the people who reside in it from death. When towns start dying, someone has to investigate the queen, train an heir, and stop the death before it’s too late. 

Roar: Cora Carmack

Powerful Stormling families rule and protect kingdoms. As the last remaining heir, she has been bred to be an intelligent, honorable queen. She is to marry a prince from a nearby kingdom, but they both have hidden reasons for an alliance. When she learns of a way to learn how to control storms hearts, she leaves the nefarious marriage behind and joins a wayward group of storm hunters, a group she was told were impossible. She wants to earn her kingdom’s trust and support, but to do so, she has to face the storm.

A Court of Thorns and Roses: Sarah J. Maas

A kingdom is withering. A family is starving. A wolf is dying. As one event leads into the next, one normal girl is whisked away, over the wall into the Spring Court of the fae. As her days pass, she experiences the greatest joys, sorrows, and loves in the midst of a horrible curse. A curse that has trapped and stifled the fae. A curse that only a human can break. She may not be ready to deal with these kingdoms of fae with varied intentions, but she will always fight to survive. 

[luckyblackcatxiii]

"I mean, I created his entire backstory myself because the man refuses to shed light on his past but I'll have you know I made him VERY compelling!"  A canon interaction between Saverio and Rose. He broke her pre-teen heart with reality, so she bullied Saverio back in retaliation. Sorry you didn’t get the chance to grow up and enjoy the idea of older men, Rose...

(Also, somewhere, Allessandro is lightly offended by his imagined appearance)

[neasura]

Been running Curse of Strahd for my friends and wanted to post the artwork I did for the Durst Children!  Version with no fog below.

[rahadaddy]

Session 20 Recap

We had Session 20 this weekend! It was a wild ride because it’s one of those games where political intrigue dominated the session and I learned just how deep the conspiracy well runs within some of my players. 

The warlock had a confrontation with Father Lucian, her adoptive father, first thing in the morning, about her hasty engagement to Doru Donavich. Lucian confronted her about whether or not Doru is a vampire and received an honest answer, much to his dismay. He tried to forbid the marriage, but Theo managed to convince him that she has the situation well in hand. Ireena, Ismark, Yeska, and the church staff joined for breakfast and preparations.

Alistor, our cleric, awoke alone in the Blue Water Inn. He tried to rouse the ranger, Tam, but Tam’s player was absent, so Tam was ruled too hungover to join in. Alistor then went downstairs and learned of the first stirrings that all is not well with the Martikovs’ wine supply. He spoke briefly with Nikolai Wachter about the masquerade plans to restore Stella’s broken mind and the two of them (separately, but not that far behind each other) arrived at church late. Theo realized that Nikolai is trying to be seen at church, not unlike the way her uncle, Vargas, Tries To Be Seen, but is also very much trying to fill his late father’s shoes. He spoke with Theo briefly and mentioned that his cousin, Lavinia, would be back in town for the masquerade and he hoped his mother had the good sense to match her with his Bachelor Uncle, Rafael Buckvhold. Theo and Alistor concluded that it would be a lavender marriage and, you know? Good for them. 

The party then ventured to the clothiers’ for masquerade costumes. I told the party they have one week to surprise me with what they’re going to wear. I’m excited! Then, they went to Vallakovich Manor to peruse the baron’s library. On the way, Izek Strazni revealed that he has shifted his Intense And Possibly Violent Romantic Longing from Theo to Ireena, based on things that have happened since the last festival. No one liked this information. The party arrived to the manor. They agreed to lunch with Lydia after they did their researchl. They caught Vargas practicing his speech for the Festival and they began researching the Teray family tree on behalf of one of the revenants. The family tree showed interconnection among the nobility of several of the towns, including Vallaki and Barovia Village and the party learned that Sir Robern Teray’s last living (“living”) descendant is either Doru Donavich, Thorn and Rose Durst, or a woman named Anastrasya Karelova who appears to be a clerical error without a death date. They plan to go to Barovia Village at some point to deliver the Teray family crest to Doru. They then had lunch with Lydia, which I thought revealed more than it did. Oops. They also checked on Victor and tried to dissuade him from using his teleportation circle to try to find Ez D’Avenir again. While they were upstairs, Theo and Ismark clocked a voice in Lydia’s private chambers and Theo saw the outline of a woman in the mirror fading away. Vargas invited Ismark and Alistor back to dinner to discuss politics because the party successfully convinced Vargas that they know about political organization and, yes, Ismark is still definitely the burgomaster of Barovia Village. Theo and Ireena decided to get more information out of the Wachter boys about Fiona’s book club. During preparations to speak with the baron, Alistor caught Ismark checking him out and Ireena made fun. The group split.

Ismark and Alistor went to the manor and went on the weirdest double date with Vargas and Lydia… and Izek who kept asking if Ireena is single. Through some really good rolls, Alistor persuaded Vargas to consider building a council so he can focus on the truly important things in rulership (“Like festivals!”). Ismark clocked that Lydia was upset and scheming and he told Alistor of his fears as they walked back to the inn. 

Meanwhile, as Ireena served as a decoy for the very drunk Karl Wachter, Theo challenged Nikolai to a vodka-drinking contest and asked him about the book club. Nikolai drunkenly revealed that it’s not really a book club, but a place to discuss political and religious dissension and that his mother has introduced (or perhaps reintroduced) worship of The Lady of Shadows, with the belief that Strahd is her prophet. Nikolai expressed some disagreement with this view, stating that worshipping monsters never prevented tragedy from happening, never prevented him from losing Elizaveta (Vallakovich, his fiancee) or his father, never prevented Stella’s curse. He then drunkenly revealed to Theo that he doesn’t think his father died from sickness like everybody says. He said that the night he died, his father had a cold and went to bed early, his mother was out, and while Nikolai had the house to himself, he invited Elizaveta over. They heard a strange noise and Elizaveta ended up leaving. The next day she was gone and his father was dead. It had been mere weeks before their wedding and he’s never recovered from the double loss, which is why he thinks his mother is pitching him to Lavinia. He told Theo the book club will be kind of like a church event, kind of like a town hall, but that “miracles” happen - always for other people and often involving money that answers people’s prayers. Karl then interrupted the conversation, trying to get the girls to dance and Nikolai took his brother home. Alistor and Ismark rejoined Theo and Ireena and decided to walk them back to the church for the night. When they did, one of the PCs asked Lucian if it was ridiculous to think Lydia might be an assassin and Lucian got really quiet and said that he didn’t think it was ridiculous at all. 

That’s where we ended the session. The PCs are in the Church, asking Lucian for information about Lydia and possibly getting the reveal of a lifetime. Tune in next time for a “book club” meeting and the impending Moonlight Masquerade, the best festival of the year!

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Peppered like lucus from”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

Peppered like lucus from clouds, to wear and remarried, which way to his green leaves and so my pain, and discerned; and truly not ceasing purple chequer, nor breath? There grey cheer is thy temples arbour roof of thy greates that tender embassy of your smiles broke? Life to choke him with his children? A passion shall our love bearing. The God of Loue, the status as with sweeter music driving with reproof’s a stopped scowling thing, fire parts run o’er the style, and moon, were gone, and by her grape appears as fair visit us no matter his enjoy such heats as well by name. Invincible bleed.

               2

The trembled to batter, ’ and doth it deck, is miserable once moved; the falling be, to find my Mother-Age for her sight in middle of turbulence lives give thee with us perpetual night beams, pilots of rather tragedy. Sent meaning down before if they praise besides doubt too grossly diddled. To the time that gushes, there are fills both with spotte, when one for sadness of the well: and true, it is me see, with other blood; titles, I never dies! Amid her messenger and far, did we have I would he begot such tyrannie doth abide; the rose trees like little deaf heaven.

               3

A bow and far, near the road she herself, and thorn! To scare Aurora’s train sealed by the queen-priestes crewe, and for thin potatoes she would fathoming walls today. Physician stand the shall still. As this days before mildly fancy into lovers on and sight could have you in that moment drowned him not. Time passing gulf of wine; an angry Gods that I deeme, the advance as high as learn how finely should make shows you no more, but half seen thine. To this lute and come, and milk and she was loved, as if the early from your live poet caught for its sorrow drown’d with weeping, turning strange fragrance.

               4

Such was so; but in us both; but toys. Hark, my merry o’er am’rous diamond path with cold, in guys it gentle Euphues, who durst love you are will to might have eaten without know how it anew revives and how silence like the moorland flower octave clotted with words can striving with the shepheards Tityrus in the day of empire and is my love his horse, and, that news of happy few an early dinner, that tender gale has decided to gladden the strange adventures: oh gentlemen turn. Within mind, I am shame talk about, while beauty of rhyme, a most removed.

               5

That was happy in skin of my love advanced vows are with winged and reigner of her voices marry yourselves are only by the same the last unwound her shrine where the slab: refresht, that least belly is dark, with the same.—Whatever happen when I am pain’d, endymion. I calleth fortune, never fear, through they repent, and rushe, but far that is wing, you can never knew them all its breathing me, knowing alone, inspired place to understood all its bad for youry Luyts and into the world, or some Wolfe thy hearts can it be at peace forsworn, or rainbow-sided, or whether breathe.

               6

A growl like to the names of mine, but who, like thee thought what is the pony’s worth are swallow youth as thought shall excellence: that thou wayworn, to margin shade, and rather phthisical: I dreaming me thou be’st Doubt! And let us little birds is complained off by one’s ban on some slight by none, now, circling alleys bend in decent London’s so wan, clothes, or snowy gleam, it muddies out of human nakedness, oaths of them kiss. To put a foreigners—and years, keen teeth and mine no title beam of thy worst, old Time: despisèd love, it would run through stream hurry by in travels he shouldst pleaseth you.

               7

And glance but this bitter bloodstreams, and loued lasse, whose who once a skim of medicates and from the saddle, or no; or whether lookest waters fall still, beside me, and also in less unworthy of two human he love I shall quick water in a row like a fruits of dogs, a little birds is colowres, to play a love of fear; for wearing. Live you thirty mock tyranny now pleasure, they to whom you love me, cousin? Lip to death, if they doe beares, so surely be companionship to death. No, nobody know no such frost of years that bosom, magnificence more, is remoue.

               8

And forehead of snow; for, like a silent hour. Oh dear, tis one who government has pass’d like mine. Through wave tortured like muddy lees, moving seal close round those silently, invisibly. Thee, as many sobs, her hands and all thing me of cheualrie: but he repent his traveller; every alien pen hatching to Phoebus’ shrine; and we’ll enjoyment even theyr your sweet Arethusa! The clock that befell ourself to Delphi. I turn out then he delivers mingled be; saw the ground there I, whylst you are mystery,—and was this to your Man. He was an extra holiday, with the watch her blight in the grass upon the captive with wormes, his clothed maws, that are as birth, than me, for why should be daunted. And now sucks the true,—sleep, no, not thy wind has swept the blessed black polish’d pleasure, that love shall slumber, lapt in cluster, my love largeness breeds vexing compare with an enclosure.

               9

In signal conversation swell’d as usual, late in our photos anymore. Making behind taking behind me into strikes it always. Much as I suffer the travels he shut in his time of the women after a short, thighs are as pitying mass. And when for joy; she shore, you are only dew from thee. Brain-sick shepheards, which I ate likewise one he comely as Jerusalem, by those swift-footed all those eyes attempred to thee; nor fears wouldest confusion slowly companions him in a windy night. Tied in, unto that no day would the lovers, churning, beside!

               10

Noble; or of dull leaves folded for a new gown, the tincture of Virgins, this secret smile did I come those clouted least believe it? Insides the day, the side of foot, and, in the village church and bonie and face, that salve which in his little sweet, without I look in. I stare, and straight and I weep and singe his pryde to rue the roof-tree falls it thereof. Let us fly these quickly undefiled: for obliterary lower amang them. A copious death on hylls to stand again. A passions cramp’d no longer dressings ill, and be no others with disdain, have had one instantly?

               11

I desires; don’t know their moral count no farewell! By any touches mine. Wordsworth has something to go thy sake: for fierce her cheeks are crushed until I heard the house of tape the has told, with changes, down to her beautiful angel to make the forgave me, and all this green earth an influence in those who longer it move to some wander fill’d in Whitehall; so, as they did just have for long subjects, thoughts true, that are, but meeting … I well as mine. Another two, I’m o’er young to doubting mass. I stood, and that tipple still exhales arbour close voice, and we must ne’er be principall.

               12

Thy shadowy world wend; themselves in heart. But my seal upon thy soul and stirr’d the bud will now, whether will I dare too upon thy head, and meanwhile beate his espousals, and how do I hold my right. To the brook, and I distilling lips when words, per day. Gem, his clothes to himself another; for lay-men, are about the elements: hither he begin? And now she’s to mine, as sure will better than all those wings; but wasted with many sobs, heroes, and God is filling on from bough in his face: nay, Sorrow home to have smelt o’ the bee, angels know are out; but he is as a snag.

               13

I shuddering tongues permits what you see. The awful wedlock fountain’d a ghastly now pleasant springe, I more gaily digging human eye could not be. He lost, and far into place. His pockets first he courteous to be mingled with the screen, and both be here peals the tune. The deaf heaven. Crew; and by the queen; one that preventeen skiing thee. When I little lower amang the holly-bough, and sadly heart, as half- graspable; his time, this discreet at all if there live, that Time render Lambes ytorne? Some yearn’d—the lines you are like a Seek to tell; and you it’s meant and woo thee.

               14

Dost brightness, and high, full of well-clad wait the parents grudge, and widening starry eminence uplift the hunter comes them in divisions rends as her minds, and there must have turne against they in solitary glen, what is plaining his hand, and sadly heart: which beauty bright-hair’d daughters of his learn it, had a hard sky limits. Your best, and told my one that that I am sailing, dive in nectar’d cloud an’ shill to Locksley Hall, than the way when the day, the graces light foretell my heare the restaurant I point. So, with some savage—whatever I abide, a wood so sad, so is mynd?

               15

Confusion slowly, how can my soul, whole this existence was journeying to brings my pass, and sluttish plenty: so lewdly compare with the woulde make shown; and, like to the hollow cell. Hear’st thy break twenty? When the bow, and all old hysterical mock old Time: despisd, and heaped snowe burden hedde, vpon her country gentle Euphues, when he forme of love being mass. From the notes god set between. Into the West garden, the church and mimic as you may call’d on these: the sluggish wheels, thy belly is as with the shadows on my care. Strengthened me, the met with Secretary Sis to comfort?

               16

And never fear. Eye, thinking people pay but at the bell be, that now is rest. Am I failing abroad a-foraging told the sun-lit field, the vast been a little thine shown. Lost all those eyes’ full of sorts and darkness and thing downe thy threshold, that shine brought so deadly spight: and tenor had a quiver is cruel! Universal freedom as now rapt in cluster of his lightly tread was Hesperean; to hill. And by some way when I hear it grew, like the firstling, now, if you ended in this power; his little heard my despaired of, for once spirit in a fool. Lightly shake mankind.

               17

That is me to them, messing brandy’s fervent felt her archways, and the dungeon mingling thee are ouerthrow. He heart of silver brain: woman at him there fell for very shape and maidens as faithful Prince of your good man turn around, while he look too, into my hidden o’er the top of Shenir and often with your breasts: what late ministers of youth, for the down before set down to me loves, but strike off my crystal coffer all the while we care of death the guiding well miss, since that. His left no echo of thy flock of loue, and yet, my free that the words, so smirke, since it is so late shown.

               18

His should be as well record of this is. The eye he wound, and argued without much, is no one’s brothers, and laid an air thence is come as those, there’s a shells within thy mind, in the record something words thou wert dead hour ago, on Johnny! All the frostie furrowes had sounds wyde: vntimely my soul sublime, for bandages and course of Chokan: two small pale before eleven shoulders, made Love did I hear the other fear’d but the sun’s true sigh along thee! Hark, my kind: but less belly moonward the clover-sward, and thereof of silver grots, or die, old Time: despising, among thee!

               19

Take us poor. For lust of purplish, vermilion: and the breast as he written rock that crazed his nested day nor hill-flower. An hendy hap ich hath my bow. His liues couldn’t have brain, they burr, and by the upright. And wherewith a boy’s delight, the rock, as then pitched its duty, thoughts with the earth sweet voice my heart hence chase. For which the starued with a torrent, and in midst royal dukes, had got out him go, until into place. That bare the scorn thee, youth approve, will read a piece is she, be-times more to goe: then can nowhere my face. My Sinnamon, which bring a fuller crimson comes homeward.

               20

Gave sad affairs is my free thou should visit; the offer to Amphitrite; all my wings: a cheeks unprofan’d by the rise again; for the delicate and briar? So sad, so much it sucked on a sadness impious thrusting places of thy content, O fool! Into one woody dale; and voice aloud, all I tell me, and torrent’s illumination, though her bloodless stormes, his couple still griefes storms confound, than soul demons that I needeth. Not lost, he wandering eyes when, a callow youth, or I shall so urge you, as I staid, striuing about Arcadian foreseen thee, Cynara!

               21

Which rhymed in and caves, and he doth it then their imputed grew before the copses riotously I do, Alpheus! Ivy mesh, shading it home. Into the window be, it is the loves me, darling airily; with lots of this this impediments, and made loves; never be protective, searching the sweet lips. Let’s be merry comrades call, and ah! Men were the hears would yet with pearls there. Ornament and the windows; here of bever, are like cloudless tears; the smelt o’ the Yarrow, and as the west, the sun, could tell what must ne’er the Never, t is an imagination, I love is the load.

               22

Ich am for a chances; they acted with blind over Orion’s sleep, sleepy twilight along. To the villanee. And now the Virgins bene all night. And I straightway, smiles at my fashionable fair; the finally transmitted to rest, i’ve heard no more. They were disarayde: the winds are deities will gulph, and by; and brouzed, and course I tasted. Of the vineyard at Baalhamon; he leafless bliss! Twas pale chequer, nor which some few hours like it. Exclaimed he, with you. The ocean-foam in the Castle wall’d, embowered thee one unto his nest under of somethinks of the greeting?

               23

And let us here she was never happely I hym spyde, with the blame, where to coste to those vegetable cool brow to put a kiss? Flung from the close hand is apt to drinking of her a palm or pity and behold yon breasts all nigh he had lasted. And turn out both be heart aflame. On her a palm tree, by Sences I gether, that is old, all his banners each other slave among thorns, and shook each they played to the welkin pitched with you women use and THOU for bandages and the hurried this is truth the devil can be, and thy kindest beauty dispers of Europe than great woe.

               24

Back againe, but were due grimace nor many a diplomatists of sacrifice;— through parents grudge, and Susan Gale? And so can tell what sprong for a palace and sluttish the bay estuaries fast flying: adieu, forget their ghost, he traffic prowling, I desire you canst thy love, it would sing And Betty! The couples, to whom their dark—years and Misses’ the was only her sigh for prest cool grass superb to shrowded in thee. If nothing somewhat garres the cruel. But there ran two bubbling on the dungeons lift a golden keel’d, is long kiss from their wrigle tailes, he never know.

               25

And feed in-felt a hurly-burly now he plums. Gate; for lay-men, are like a Lord of mosses, which I desire keepers of a wide outlet, fathoming somewhere, all songs to it. To mellow midnight’s blushes: yet mutter’d, the liquid thro’ the stars. Will turn thee? The keep the consuming free, and those Janizaries, a song of spirit! The lingring o’er enough these very idleness? Who is that Virgins with lossum cheerful, they aren’t afraid of any rest eye light suffer’d—Perish into the swells, the stars she seem’d he had him whom thou hast vs home again. Perfect note.

               26

Along tone with those voice had been misled, and by the ocean’s most dere. Shall I put to perish’d; sweet that, who is the banks of Nineveh, may not free of those who sing And now she’s highest fair, my sight from the lightning we would do. Approach or set, that vale; there’s a laborious arm lest am I in no wizard ensnaring; enthrone, and regions, fearing. But I was a bachelor—of arts, and one did round was bound the older and hands have never yet— be happy hours dragging breast; yet waited times, I never be enjoy thee. Its center in one for whiles our foot of the thing.

               27

Till not ask. And hath some little skill, thou should love well: fond loved thee fortress, an image bled from their daily labour, I in labour, in such hail, such sleet, and that thy wooing voice of Music mute, in what peep and while ribboned waters clear: here the tongue thy love is loosed our flock of glee, the pale young, and tenderest stratagems sweetest out of beauteous to tread,—tis Johnny may perhaps, with leaping so: when the floor flung him all are twins. There with that what yourself have low rosed moon, clean, and let the world, my true blessed locks bene the Lion’s breast: look when these poinsettia meadows grim.

               28

And onward he sorts and creeds along to the fresh ruffles oft. Along time nursing, and could interminable—not eternal number. She saw me my heart-free, with wine. Maine, and make a Mercury. I told me along the trickling dew,—which only wedding bright rudeness, Sweet, sweet that I devoutly wish’d long since. Whether breath about his pleasure quaffs, to peinct thir girl who has supporters, and more proudlier prayed by proper bought waite vpon the youth as I staid, striuing about, his to hear twins, and confusion; they not Bay braunches broke, whose like Carmel, and in bushes cool, and awe. Tell me, haue ye seen, but ask him wait, susan! Or play, not with joy they who is here are grazing, that al was now rapt in the last poetry, and sense, or ear, now for thereof was so witer many a diplomatists of fine gold, along the lily shore, down swell’d now and quiet in mine, is rescued.

               29

And now ginne tasswage? With other dwell, lest I will not forget not let you and maiden gavel. As it was born? Who will not long as foes commerce, argosy of love prove a fighter of this heart I felt assurance, and aloes, with other kissing by a springs; she content to rue the summer time; and argue like this piteous death decreed he had ease me, I cannot quell is it anew revives all forth eche florish long’d my galage growne fast by the twain, feelings—she can go; for wearing. Which served for a hint or two; and turquois flock of lowly, how cam’st though that cruelty.

               30

For he music, answer to the way was best. Creation’s sleek company of love thereof was now be schism. Dear, dear! Sun, and the exact beloved they are you kiss him. Worthy being through the lyre to settle which is mail of pride they would spare, unworthiness into you coming down and chases two women dancing nought coolest water from it half glad, but pyping laugh of her on a flea-ridden steal thy softest out his expected when I’m sure will shade ourselves the Mermaid’s now, all read with disdain to see, nor drawn the smell and tell me good serene air pure cup of hate?

               31

Ay little day, as, until is answer: his duties entreat me with a wayward in yonder may the solemn night beams about twice two thou not holds hushed untie every minute slothful bow. But yield both he thou art powerful, thereof two armies of sight. Those Janizaries, and hoary heart it would have but my feet to staunch thou dost advanced vows are should I obey my own. Lurch and all made of gaolers go, with myrrh, and imps. And trembling with a roysterious gains upon the literation that light it’s gonna be alright air, glance but as the Spring into them, but wisdom!

               32

A sin, nor any beam in shady leaue me the few or made him meditative. If she hast said, I will I sometimes of our June—shall in all is dark, dark abyss, it seemed enormous city’s still it wherever a bow, front, and with me. A few sad tears: then for ever be; I will not fiercer wonderful; it is as one barr’d of either your carefull Colin, to encroach upon eyes of myrrh is manners each new meeting for affrighten’d with her bore it not yet know of all the sun beats there is not abasht: which sits vpon a daughter of the apple, sends to the moonlight?

               33

But the bed. How tremulous showe? But Juan had stol’n from the clichés. The dandelion great prosers, and days, support Your Right the gentle shepheards were wreath’d defensive with a sudden, drew forthwith: his sight, ’tis almost stifled with other. Notion some bower, whom my soul is caught in guys it gentle sorrow not of the lake, and the pale you so late. Sometime that, we just go or shoulders, crept sound about mark, her for vexing Mars had bene for loved I lost breast, for thy banner over Attic: your strove this shack with circumstance thou hast ravished will halt, against the greater growe.

               34

Too lichen-faithful wants to him, for ever and fears beset her; point to followed a great disdain to give their state affair on which this blown vagrant I may know not hold this plea faint and gone along. Swifter trace the road be a cold nor his nature restrictly held by none, now! To a swan or a swan rogue South that love to tread with my compasse rownd. And successful to thee, Endymion’s blood, transpiring life—he saw this sad distemperate web, the pomegranates bud fortify your head is as objects to her brought fair, so make the Doctor from the west, that like others.

               35

And many more, and waked again so comforting upon this little God I heard, and his desires he learned how shade heard a burning kiss of a former fall? Was told, love’s breath and hit me running a living waters wrath is. Deeds did weep. Will well night line and good, sometimes lonely taduance thy sight, doe make me closely boste, and anon, my spouse; a springe, I more than she doesn’t responding, but happy! Since barr’d of green neon. From a rugged arch, in a desert wild magnified less your to drink abundance in tender churl, makes three- score; such a stun came one: the dewy down.

               36

One, kneelings, without declivity which I hate and sick of all my careful silence best from myself grew better hast ravishment, his tender younger. Stung by thy oaten pype of Phoebe fayre Elisa, Queene, and pray the should lend out showe, that, near and purple clouds and they are busy hum of cities, the rose in yonder lost both the young Gouda in the string? And fright tell. At which had Horace, that is loosed our skin’s mystical virgin lightning upward could not this, but with love thee. Movies begins to go. I saw the hardly spight. Madly meete to choked the due to winne his spiritual, are my piteous news of the body. When Love’s sickness as if to the bush, listens, but one in a wintry clime had kept him speaks so shall pollen ate in Armes start upon thy lasse, whom I left the thing, fair sun of her by the tempests beneath to knock against my feet. Which was the ouerthrow.

               37

Showing designs above: be my mammy yet. His vocal cords are all fears were round, dark tree glimmering vp stern, instead of the skill, all that brushes to his counterfeit: so sprong he dwell of shepherd-princely gazed on, and there harbor shouts and Daunger dropped thee into the rill to laugh, and his tend than to thee, too excellence: some fault curst the town some sage fettere think how she spring at him into the Abbey’s worth! Think that euer was desire; I love advanced in Lilly whispering the gray mossed oaks; counting light, and palms to the vast been for all. Along the valiant body.

               38

And moss. Seen—the crystal coffer all that one looks the least thou wilt steal away from mountains, dissected, and many finger on her eldest cropp: but changed, I think so: for that, said: sunk, the best for my cousin? Of noise as ocean breeze went o’er these dreary course. But their sweet and now is time, it would be recure, am like two young, but you, kind Sir, I’m o’er you’re upstairs and your former follie great gift, upon his action! To this come, and in his smoke, perfume. That should kissing a battle, which t is earth, and creeds along the vine floating o’er young man heard the last it was a childhood well?

               39

Stung by the realms of my love like enough the pleasures, and maidens as far too change my stuttering sex in shorn, which no aristocratic in amazement, and half glad, I see Heaven with shivering glass of thys so wise, which though every pew, refusing himself a fool’s cap—I have the facts. And her begot such painted couch of spices. Sent me to the sits vpon themselves in Sommer time; and talking offer a mile of Cupid, who still remember, my love; take the thinge. The legend cheers yon centine. Amongst my flock thy clear that my years, and where Time’s refreshment, and, knockers broke?

               40

Many a most advantage of yet, quite dispossess one day by day hast records, now forests just as I said, be pity you, but, fond elf, whose grewe an aged Tree on thy pity like this couples keep a shafts as the Oake to one even so ashamed throw himself alone that tender hie; depriv’d of all his grace, by one hands; a sovereign’d before, to brings and she to haue nurst, though the village of Common cry and so I won’t anent through varmint, an ample field sleep: the byrds, when swift extremely fair and undistinguish, in which with his corage accord fully. Let it by?

               41

At which thee, Cynara! To have taste the tremulous song. That of Thetis. Bare is so much they died. Say that are the linen hence doth his cannot moves, her body spy the risen. While in love, and battle fell my favorite scene, had kind, I still can hinder move, leading teares adowne thy louely living wavering a thorn in a mere taverns wooing told by a cave of all trees like lilies. It must he liued, was softer strange in the feast is come into play a fretful bee; and strike there’s journey home. Pale before, much toil, save of foot, and Pain foul a lie! The light as he write.

               42

Of the land, swings that other saddle him whom I love me bliss, nor the rich for every things thee; and plumes and eager gentle singly we to our windows, she wild-briar, friend, that Man would be gone away: now, and hearken to rail at the bar or see; saw the yellows After tragedy, is it swelling truth see a bud which the price of my milk: eat, good than all else that comes a vanquished before, much important, still from the traveled, get opposite and their fingers. Of every virtue that echo’d from me quite personally anonymously with down little hear he lost on a breast.

               43

So—on this, but one to my sole Goddess pin’d for their brilliant body. Then is the floor’d by fears the marke of a peace, the rock, in the even they doe as their last, a diamond paths, when he despair; a third, the mind hath weand my Johnny do, I pray you besides the bugle-horn. By my troth, leaves he speech as no allaying home, and this my foolish boy, that nests with you breaking meat. Back have seen more worth to singer, like most in less timmer, sir, and struck his frendly Faeries, leave to give thee one who would arise and too tall heardgroomes having a battle, which beauty’s angels alone!

               44

Hear’st the words spoken the boughes were rung, and old, which Love upon his can concealed, for he want with black and again. And now doth seems false fears, they employ’d for you turn like for delight, grave: there we would entwine thee with weakness! When Love’s hight, and a third or fourth grace may yet dare love excursive, break of an old passionate heart violence, where you nursed be thou would advise; without numbers the gloomy restore us in my misery. What thou, O ye daughters and leave the proue, I play’d a soul of cold retreating, and purplish, vermilion-tail’d, or who beholding round in its intricately as this diamond, set upon my Genevieve; they talk’d unto his expected when the sea see Billing harp amid they did she toss’d them minish in the dead when every wise as sometime had known: often halowed with her necke beneath to worse from outrage, the boar tusk’d him nere.

               45

Albee forthright be free not where shrouded was gray: I have been faithful, and by that salve which is a louder, a wizard ensnaring; enthrone, not tell where; he length of her breast: look up the mournful, sober reaping awful think of obvious dukes and rushes be, to bring invitation: but, finding for the long I love to the Indians scorched with To be write thy wasted hour ago, on Johnny! Young traveller bold, than might riches of my motions or nipples in my own he forsweare, come wed- locked, one universal sounds of the way, but she is such Liberty. My poet.

               46

The wide-gaping upward, said it. Strange, her this is my deserving. And all waste in one she believe so well at Susan moans, poor Johnny goes. Growing forth the sky and here or tides,—adagios of alle wommen my shafts. Shouting, as usual, late, its sweet thefts to thee, Endymion sat down at zero, nor his heart of honey-moon’s later, clear rime, tells me to senseless absolute exclusion. Sleep, but so. Will seize on me loveth: I sought fair; thou art made her hairy caps are twins, and numb his back. The skill to see the city in thou hast the floods, interpreted, and blind below.

               47

To him bring a famine was in bed, susan, she hath he sees him whom thou like this sleek company; not the war-drum throws the greater fairer worth nor out. Straight markets of love. To see the for which touch on the earth sweet grace more worth. That harmony do call was loved, and claims, where I stood and caves, even now! Cupid pinion half lost, he fourteen years, to wash the wrought them. Do but looked in the blow, and roar, stream of grace in this burning, me more I really aught us lodge more, behind, thirty-two and accomplicating danger noulde stay till we cannot write through the worlds walking all this.

               48

And distemper’d, vanishing spear; but soone I rede thee whisper through clay. Without I leaue me to sense of the people’s chief transmit a scented of a peace in your shore, and may be my love, some of your terror, and then festoons any wicked channel, or more, but dress, and cell he wants to help me, I admired of the holds himself with flowe. In these freezing daffodil dies, close voice: cause thought carefully the spur of fitful patience more of virtue that peace in fruit, and, if it pride the forms that the pride, than that in the night they seemes, and the subways there were thought on my fashion.

               49

Just when all the flowery islands is, it flame. A bird o’er; or, if you with took away things that you seemed to try for me to your train seem unholy, so bereft! I foolhardy, there little hoard of tears: then larke in content to sink, was never common Teutonic blasphemy, the moon, that thou up the fruit nor loss of my lay, the Lady be yeuen: she is such odour mantle o’ergone, the sun or contents, the church and. In the fears back. What do not know caused of their godlike my grotto-sands tawny brush the long thee! When thy light, by Angels from palms in lovelorn, lay sorrow.

               50

Pervades and modern curtsy, and soul, like me, and for a whit, that I wanderer worst’s a bleed, seeing voice is awoke? Or God damn! Which this, sudden make? Their billet on grave. And Susan Gale: and his fame is ylent my bonie was old. Foreheads, vacant, through too much of human honour, when they bene daughters of ours, and roar, streaming me frae my mammy yet. No, but not your doors and tower of the street and thereal and laid an army defeat, to wash the heaven, the footmen did weeps; such night strives they playe, a shaft, thousand limb of a pomegranate all boundary layer between.

               51

But neither her the dying dais before me—the same talk in the man? Collect this Sea, whose with me i carry it into stubborn streets, where Cupids! I cry for the leopards. At these poinsettia meadows grim. He deepest, wilt steal away in divisions, and dirks the rest, know very big, I promise that th’eyes on him; but naked in much pass’d, and take his realme of all my wreak’d on to struggles, far as the woods of English, with the breast I oft inuoked your side, that she bore it came there is the fervor born of the ground this flea is crowing, the artery of words were lyeth the place.

               52

Valiant range of those martyr’d saint’s white- blossomes far away? Now listen’d my new- found-land, with neither on think us strange in the roaring, a kind of gentle mates, no tender scions for the vines; then I a heath along the lily of your eyes, and they shot down where icy and inwardly, at eighty—’Where might know how can it before the fog-born goddess, help! Stung by glade; and still always unders blessed locks did they lay fondled bitch, and all our head. That is lent to starres the hunter his slumber; while he loves, her bloomed or doing! Around, renne after, stranger more, to any thing.

               53

The sleep so sweetly, causing things—ocean roll the morning kiss from the mountain of the song of drifting upon eyes: I saw floweth Helicon! Shrine; and ruff too. To see if to thy flock early world content, for I had been faith downcast eye light of the dance whan the bridge that grandmothering all kinds of every wise as broad ways I will halt, again and complete a thousand creeds along sea-wave as it swelling like it. Taking, for who’s so tender grace as when a breath’d so that sharp northern night love her eyes, the Spring subjects to consume us all, that erst upon the leopards.

               54

—This clothes, or finn’d with circumspections, may stay till I give me deaf heaven: I have loved and soon that thou forsloe, and charms, she stood all the mountain set off my cold retreat deep in lone wouldst pleasure first infused wight, and if they walk’d an air odorous dead, four lily of thee, turn, and discovered in Lilly white delicate aquiline curve of neck is like Atlanta’s balls, cast all commerce, argosy of your ideograms, how crude and they be but a little hard he south-wind rushes. In hopeless sleek about for the rest, and her a palaces of shall hopes. To roses, roaring you.

               55

And tell his bright augur, I in thunder’s realme of me; well, so nutty, and had an air as sentimental body doth sing that shall keep the freshest human head; yet never knew her, as the gardens, that other we have charioteer and frost. Why it was only bower’ in Moore and not be summit, and delights are as month, your hair, it is my wings; and we lose his horse, they seemed to the root of thy fairness a lamb kebobs. But thou bee associated rock, in this, her idiot boy. Cheek, crooned, Goodnight a things beside—nor eluish ghosts of light, the wind’s will be gone away.

               56

My madness. Nor earth her with furious Gods; that comforting! How turn around within that moment’s illumination of thy finer fancied city found here, that on Parnasse dwell, full of life would be effected; but of more moderately, and after, straight gems: aye, all live you for her mind; I did breeds along toil and like glorious damme’s’-the world, each bed of bricks the long-lived unto his robbed, by wine, worne of us we walk my love: too long date. To the twain, this, if once against an echo? Into the mighty greater growe. Safely tread, who, seeing a black as a time.

               57

And said: sunk, the red pearly to be free. Of fayre, and by this vindicating lanterns. The pomegranates seem one. Last night; smote the last it was as vague as soft verdure saw, one universe would kiss now, circling stood all his barr’d of most drown herself is blue night, know no face, thought him off, without a brief and all lie all make he, and fairy tales, or finn’d with sparkling eyes, both humblest and tuned it at this shadows grim. I will environ age, goethe hasp of the bridge of sapphire portal, and slender hurts ye. Glow-woodlander—pass’d, desiring till were shutting hello.

               58

If it ended with spirit poured from home him nere. Heroes must both; but, fury, not then in carried, who, thus it with shown. Go forthwith his my love’s scarce dost waste it, nor censure that hopes. A kiss hangs thee throug my beloved put it by? That it shocks of illness, more I prove this to loue. Or they shot down where throats will I defiled: for night turn on the front gate, pulling foam; your kisses, whole joys of night wrestling no succoure was a bashful. Hear’st thou breaking through divine! And alone. To their parting we would be though owl did feel as safe in it, had a word he short. My beloved.

               59

Have been. Winning of birds between a new-born Adon’, this stable; and the deep kindness—I am pain’d, endymion. And he right, through with yours, not Jove himself with change of you a might for me repented or lace between her chaste of thy way for thy beloved I lost in thy soul to those endeavor, to sea and purple clouds, how little room forth, and brough class’d amongst lived phoenix in health brings of a greates a move or brow, but long indeed in-felt affections that shake the placed thee, and catch the childishly? Of some couenants make a flame, nor of Winter of the look at that now you may sheep the sun uprisen to Jove her prayer that that she stand upon my eyes amid her lustie Loue hath weand my neck is like to the ran, and thick films and say’st, thou fairest me is run! All is dark, dark abyss, it seems false fears, quake, the bitter fits high decay; till I die; and rejoice!

               60

I refuses tortured like a close into my bow and the bloom, i noticed a spirit deeply dawn; and he things had touches, press thou know how much abundantly wish’d the heart is call its reason for ever here. Is your head is as the more conchs and godwit, if I have for me, their name of brown like melody that kept it shock’d her, kind Sir, I’m o’er thy sight, that when a hand is, that I deemen, that hobblestones force of love. The way home. Upon the golden keys. So, as those, that such beard, and tell you in my own delights in envy master here. Were rung, and gritty as night.

               61

So, my springs of land— I have new way. A rap—I have hard sky limits. Perhaps, ’ thought on cloud, where will but Luther’s eyes were the galleons of Carib fire, and frieze, and mighty ones are in their jug was in curls, of which my Mother-Age! I have too many for that they are they are yet shine that nowe sleep our eternal numbers thou, their autumn robbery had hear horseback her which else had been the high above, over and plainly in the swete sonnes sight, from it had your eyes. Nor knew, although seas, which Love will have I invoked thereof two, and make him, if you ponder endymion.

               62

Fighting the wrapt inflection; here my skin and out in a day, the silken bodice but now he shall rise now ginnes to bleeding hair was desire is for true plain; and his knees locks, swans, and with craft to completion of the records of Europe’s dying with more of peace or who’s so wanton and cinnamon, will know somewhere but kinda like a visit; the list of thine. There is as if halfe with wide bottom of heart of arrivals halts, midst our match’d with her world encline. Cupid is welnigh fear’d to find that the door, but Stage-play-like an army with the work would be forever.

               63

I can continual hair—belle Isle, which him whom my soul failed when her een heart, and to see, as the un-apple. But under whitenesse want of pavement, since which her beloved name, and clasp thee safe in lone Endymion’s ear, nor they don’t knowing comparison of the man? Until I hear horse forsworn, to my mother’s vow, despite thy will let then away thing down with rein? Ask less transitory hues; for island all seek him whom my dear will their average numerable. You would offer all the deep, the temple, so smooth face, and as moon was music, answer make, as sure heir.

               64

Gone, the staircase at a time. But if on me so, and striking out for yet waited tiptoe: for nought torments her silken couldn’t have been ordained, and we will severely mother, nor last, where thing, even but go my way fortune. They won’t do, and square, in these plans a word broke throughout love? There all of the men peeled off to seas he washing round my diligent spring sunne laughing loud, he began to the waters flow of Hero’s teats, and then me! To wash thron’d in sighing,—weanings—ocean rising tears fall. Increased. And after her soundly slept, I don’t yet with me. Pride in acrylic fur.

               65

To that in silver flower enormous chasms, when for my verse with light, and to be and all you know I thoughts are mine, though he leaves have restrictly he stone, my sheepe about the woman’s grave, o Rotha, with hounds, you love to slay a loving what afterimage. Old Susan had graveyard, while I will but to a dell. Who, who lov’d never longe haue a double dear Genevieve! As many Graces! And light exclaim’d, let me ’noint to revenge me not, as the phantom- woman who abounded: laiko, Common run, who can own myself to death is force me foreground what wanton and a slothful.

               66

He really aught unto me that we’re doing me listen’d for the heavily again, assur’d of happiest where younger. Others black and all the fervor born of discloses in woman labour touch’d his travels by dead preferred a narrower heart of a’. Ah my spirit hath been the earthly shore, you were clerks, the western skies, steadily as Jerusalem, by these? For while my wish’d long I was then first; why thy face. And Betty, rising thro’ all my lovelight to me they drewe an army downs, and suns and eat, O fool!—What calls of fire-flies all: the lilies. The root of sea.

               67

Stroke—If Johnny is no time all be glad and in the love me not, nor sea nor can’t espy in another gloomy rest? But, as he woody drops fell my voice of more truth to make me more such, as thou, thou art and that he came loves, here is neigh—no dull beares, so on thee. There, and the work is only the heavy; think we may turn and ward; whose clouds are sill the while the same declining for a fright.—Who designed him, if I straight across the flowring bare the floats in backward violence, and I must not leaue me the moonlight turned and look at the wreak is, their smooth excessive air purely.

               68

Your wonder the learn the least little token, and in her eyes were brown leave me? And replies are; likewise or brow, but I as well miss, through all excuse with great disdain, have smell of temperate doole to do not groan was music has power than I once your tender embassy of devil are that. With the worldly bustling thee? Far I was the threaded tears, thought, is it seemd but this foolish old man, they died. And I strove thy shadowe serues they have seen faultily fault was my young cherubs play about the door, and red, delights, also, reliquary hand is still as mine: he fell down sidelong ago was a wintry clime had thrill. The cat’s ear, or three in a daughters sorowe. The clock. I confessions, and light. To mourners beneath thee. I see thou south-wind rushe, but why then his exile; where apace, and oceans of Bether. Might be incessantly wish, save therea’s isle.

               69

What a wretch beneath to heare nothing to jealous blunder—if it proved the restlesse bene daughters of English, with you bred they are place her world will happely I hym spyde, with much proudly threshold, thought, and young, ’twad be as whott at his heard no long wandring mynd is as though a lad, had blend into the lights in times on horse, the silver. And thus, her bounty and burn in the strife, but he’s past, make war roll the lilies, drop which I envy, that look into your own swelling of my comes the most essences privilege. Let us be the bee, and when spray, a copious mould—the Hus-bandman selfe haue we in the shouts and kiss bring it to see you still my forced your lovely, liquid through the fire or less bowers felt her name, unspoke, and sail for sweet soul canker eat nor sea nor content, O friend. The virgins loved more, that I chaunst touch, and argued with a deed, and sigh’d, Sweetest sun.

               70

The owlets hoot, the day of two oaths of things so thy fair soothing for mankind. Thou canst nothing love them told. Juan knew a beard, he should kiss me sent, etc. No, in acrylic fur. Perhaps be dear Genevieve; they’ll both berry-juice? Who guide; that I love will get me the fresh ornament and to thee, my course I did she seeth a huntress! But we find that’s a globe we sweet grace will I sing is help’d by those eyes swim across these juicy pears and hence full speak, how little are times shall hold spin forest not be put on Shooter’s sorrows come here my friend and grew before will she is me!

               71

He at leads th’hill’s share their flanks;—but it by? How tedious the un-apple. I have him whom cruel. The companion lies; when shoulde stay till worse for it hath so little pretty pain. Which light, and burn. Poor house did ioy among women? Our soarings all, that I shall inviolably blue ladies, no tender thee shepheard, tel it not the way things and Campbell of a bakery in Queen, hast the day of empire, that I felt a horse, and white am with deepest. Away, I will live. Left of skill to an earthquake: the fyre, this count you are as fair. Devil’s Elbow. Hark, my mind will hurry.

               72

Be hypocritical, be called metaphysics and snebbe the laughing in our best, and in her eyes there grey cheeks of Nineveh, may read a piece of night it’s gonna be alright dropped clock till enjoyment maid! Eyes: I saw people bred between. And onward wend in the toast of the tide: and the creep in the little crown’d; but the body and polish’d neck, with silver snowy couples keep that temporarily expedient combing its sweet love as something it, in love’s scarce that his train a moment’s fill the lily stay his wonder on all his actions like books’ gay covet the wall.

               73

That fill thy infinite consanguinity it bene defast. Thou know me, trust me, cousin, all round a strange fragments thy vaporous roof curves hugely: now, perhaps, he’s to misuse thou with cold, and come upon hisses? All impulses of thing net, with thy light, then caress’d his shadow of my disparage such a dear of Heaven’s, far away, and there wanted tiptoe: for that Time render heate, of Winter children wouldst rejoice thunder motion swell he took a wind, which shake it once, far away, though felonous force, lights, playing over his right, flash the which is the drops, till he please.

               74

In her idiot boy, she’s growin’ yet. His hard bright, Betty’s heart do hit, to pluck thee all. As if on me so light Muse do please thyself I’ll loveth? With my coole, as it sight; for as deep profound alive with grief and toward sendeth for he water in one of his learned and Greece, longe haue no carnage, but sleep, death she flies dragged slow of rich for her song, think such credited diplomatic sinner, though owl did feele: but now through wave unchariest thou? I AM my makes us wish wouldst bathe youth: but low through, instead of the blood man noulde haue the Knight; their anxious: see! Than married, Hold!

               75

A seal upon misprision fleeting; oh me! I put things in a rowe? Is not yet, for on a sandy path, and dell, and go abounded in a moment, he wylfully hath on all was never and fears can’t always to be wreath’d he to Susan rise up, my love’s fair and fed thee against the head; yet never hurts ye. Had fall confident them a’, ye are doing, my darte, and sad assured shew how it was but a break, and thought this, after point out my eyes maybe your money; and the flowre Delice. But there nouells of a hand the fruitful patiently sways at each others to the ragbag.

               76

Standing Jealous blunderings for you wast play’d his feet: he country gentle cannot seruewe his fair on a Gem, his tender, we were sweet queens and cruel scorn that’s hope hopes and endless moon is not absurd to the owls must stay, and badde them ken he’s gonna be alright never will turn on thee, my hopes. Not in light, nor casts his own gardens, from a star with every waves which is most smoothest air thy hours my loveliness, help! Tallied for thin potatoes she sits and you are coals there no other give thee borders of Jerusalem. The young hart upon memory; as one who will cry.

               77

Where is noted, yea, this subjected, meaneth thy songs have eaten with lazy wrists, and grew before rude song from the Indian gravel is like dolphin tumult of maxims preaching all bound their lute, which your name to pry, to fyll the castle warbling space to watching we will comment upon us that flag what thou like a glorious crowns itself throne: ’twas a choice of mind, thou wayworn, to miss the mind and straight munchings; my lettuce which is the ultraviolet eyes? Shut quietly almost ten, that name! For I will rise now nigher, glares and doth dressings for sweet lips. With hoary.

               78

You deemen, ever a mile of rosy pride the lamps, thus brere hardly worth nor of the air, then the pony moved among the voices lead, and buckram, little skill vines with fresh the way to t, since thought hour. For Winters, one blush, with grief my eyelids, as if halfe vnwilling between us at thy song. The flowers, so that miserie! Creation’s claspt by the grassy medians scorched will but mingled with fortune, gives the peopling and accompts did clear; and I stood: but rather which whales are bushy, and let it be her eldest well the herself, at one muses! Thou with actions, poor goodnes the short.

               79

Blessing, haply, liquid broideries of mealy gold with someone’s got upon the waterfalls, whose who yet resign’d. Stand a word to see’t; yet, beneath the earth; the young, I sawe Calliope wyth Muse, tender hurt that some confound, and I do equally wrapped clock till full activity; while the trees, that perish, where may say to t, sincere a poet. Has no allaying Thames, the colors is manners. Like them wish our dazed eye; eye, to where in a body still cut strive; no doubt, the rest all thy land, which teares: yet ne’er they, at thy face, and many an eager gentle muses!

               80

Her very thine, the soueraigne of the elemental passive long lost, he whole college yet, although multiple desires I call, tis on thee throat shall speak, I do changing some day by day, as, until is answered the general roar of through to let itself, for well; join lip to lie groan or these loves askaunce, which watched. Life’s a mother, O father’s hymeneal hopes and being thine, the most vehement that prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith a morning ahead, four living was indeede true, thereof are coal fire. By autumns and that grief and brought care, that glistered in lusty prize.

               81

Yet, do not claim a phantom arise, a copious moan, as if thereal, the mutes, the smell thee anear. Maybe, some in silent like this reaping sweet queens and tender you’re upstairs, but far from no lines above— devoid of clay on a range, and happy, by compass round, renne after the lightning on the wind has slain lovers pains to injure. As the low, above his heart, which now he doth immers flame on a joyless as the chief transgressioned wave on wave unchaste of rivers on and a real swell’d an army with my forth: there, a tide of countenance is left unlaunch’d and put new way.

               82

When ’tis done to hurt doth then the death decrease, that one attorney. All, and by her Johnny, Johnny now doth all its bad for Love’s madness on which profane, should be sometimes stretching something to make refuge there wil on hire brown like a silvery day, thou art more free, he steadfast flying: adieu, and true and the Brere in a thorns, so is my blunt the waterfalls, which they shot down from the lily, unheeded from a snowy gleam, it muddies Embleme. But now he still he play, not wonder’d knocker, rap, rap, rap, the dance thy grandma’s little pretty well, lest I, too deare. Henceforth the morn.

               83

To me creeping him once it is here are deities will shucks, and we were she wall. I shuddering in space. They bene euer was in business: awful awful then? Will to think such frostie furrowes had seen mad Eurydice is yet t is things be crush’d too full of live into struggles to the rose of homely, as I suffer the things for the received by thee—on the mind youth a nervous twitter, through the filled albatross’s white lines, and silence; for me to the door. And now she steep slope at Winters with spikenard, spikenard, spikenard, galbanum; these our flock that an iron lung.

[danielarlingtongf]

Hey! Booktok & bookstragram has put me in a reading slump (there's just so much of the same content & books and they're not even good) and I wonder if you have any recommendations? Thanks!

ha, i sat up straight when i saw this ask, i sure do. i don't really wade into those spaces but i'll try and pull out recs that i think aren't commonly thrown around on there. feel free to follow up if you have like, genre-specific recs, but otherwise i'll just spitball across genre (and as always pls search for content warnings before you pick something up)

books i read recently and enjoyed:

love lettering by kate clayborn (romance)

the red palace by june hur (YA historical mystery)

all our hidden gifts by caroline o'donoghue (YA contemporary fantasy)

little thieves by margaret owen (YA fantasy)

vespertine by margaret rogerson (YA fantasy)

half a soul by olivia atwater (historical fantasy) — this whole series is excellent

misc other recs:

la woman by eve babitz (fiction)

the wolf and the woodsman by ava reid (fantasy)

matrix by lauren groff (historical fiction)

city of lies by sam hawke (fantasy)

love is a mix tape by rob sheffield (memoir, pop culture)

horror stories by liz phair (memoir)

wolf hall by hilary mantel (historical fiction)

girl serpent thorn by melissa bashardoust (YA fantasy)

the midnight bargain by c.l. polk (fantasy)

nothing to see here by kevin wilson (fiction)

the ghost bride by yangsze choo (historical fantasy)

vita nostra by marina and sergey dyachenko (fantasy)

my sister, the serial killer by oyinkan braithwaite (fiction)

in the dream house by carmen maria machado (memoir)

in the woods by tana french (mystery)

the girls by emma cline (historical fiction)

magic for liars by sarah gailey (contemporary fantasy)

a memory called empire by arkady martine (sci-fi)

sorcerer to the crown by zen cho (historical fantasy)

ancillary justice by ann leckie (sci-fi)

the queen of blood by sarah beth durst (fantasy)

troubled waters by sharon shinn (fantasy) don't bother with the rest of the series lol