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Will Treaty
Come to a halt, bring to a halt. Complete halt, abrupt halt, grinding halt, sudden halt, impose or put a halt to something.
The grizzled old Ranger stops a lot of things very decisively it seems.
31: Belonging
Belonging is spoken much of, but true power lies in standing alone.
Do you like Ferris O'Clarrick?
I'm unfamiliar with that person. A relation to the Ranger, I trust?
mmm nom nom nom *nibbles on your hair*
Wha-?! You filthy-! Just what precisely do you imagine yourself to be doing-???
...I just washed my hair yesterday, and now...
Ah well. Conquest of Araluen shall have to wait another day.
This was brought to my attention, and I must say... the peasants truly do get it right on occasion.
hey
you're cool and intimidating
that is all
goodbye
Ah, yes, and the sun sets in the west. What other fascinating news do you bring?
My lord can I join your evil horde
Come out from behind this gray mask and ask once more. Then we may discuss, assuming the sight of your visage is not overly displeasing to me.
...why do I have the feeling it will be...?
Sir I can't push myself up without hands. YOU GOTTA GIVE THEM BACK AND MAAAAAYBE I'LL LEAVE.
Thats a uhm. 80% I will stay. 20% I annoy you to the point where you kick me out. I'm leaning on the 20% side tho.
Actually I need to sleep so before I say bye bye................I'm not giving you your liver back UNTIL I get my hands back.
Also I will skin your pathetic little Wargals alive.
Unbelievable.
Very well, I will have you escorted out. Through a high window, most likely. Sans hands. And I rather highly doubt that you will be able to get a knife anywhere near my Wargals before they tear out your worthless throat.
I shan't be sorry.
Also don't gotta reply to this but I made a little doodle with this ongoing scenario lmao
(I'm not the best artist but yes here ya go)
Charming. Were you yanked backward through a thorny hedge before coming to encroach upon my existence?
Gee how'd you know I got dragged through a thorny hedge before I came to harass you
OK I NEED TO STOP I NEED SLEEP.
You need far more than mere sleep.
And I should like to know who dragged you. Thanks are in order.
What do you mean I need far more than mere sleep
Also uhm as for who dragged me? I think it was some old man named Halt? I dunno. I'm not from this world or whatever.. If that makes sense?
I mean, quite simply, that sleep will not provide the entirety of the help that you so desperately need.
Halt dragged you? How typical, and how delightful... he really does have quite a bag of tricks, doesn't he? I must remember to send him a word of commendation or two.
Yeah you have a point, I should be knocked out or something. I mean. I. I did steal your liver. Although I think i should give that back before your entire being breaks down. Well- I guess that was exaggerated but, you get the point.
Anywho, farewell, I shall wander to the realms of sleep and perhaps come back tomorrow. (assuming I haven't been put on trial for stealing people's organs... I don't actually do that, by the way.)
Go to sleep, peasant.
...it's not as though I won't be exactly where I was before you lay your disheveled head down, anyway.
hello sir do you by any chance know Morgan le Fay? also are people prettier when covered in blood yes/no
I've not heard of her, no doubt for good reason; had she been of any import to me, our paths would already have crossed by now.
As to your second question, it would depend upon the person and the circumstance, although for the most part it certainly makes them more desirable.
...no, not in that way, you gutter-minded lout.
At last, I return! Well. Assuming you ah.. Let me of course. And no, I did NOT sleep for an entire day. Wish I did, though.
Anywho, how are you good sir? Or whatever title it is you prefer.. I'm fine myself, although my wrist hurts. Ugh... Playing a flute for 2 hours doesn't help, doesn't it?
...my hair is still a mess, thought I'd mention that.
Oh joy. You again.
I wish you'd sleep the entire day, although it's hardly fair to inflict your company upon anyone or anything that long, even it is merely the bale of hay you doubtlessly use as a bed.
Terrorizing the populace for two hours? My, my, perhaps you have some potential after all. Perhaps I could employ you to convince the peasantry that a particular quarry is haunted.
Messy hair again. No one is surprised. You needn't waste your fetid breath stating the obvious.
My lord, would you consider giving some advice? It is my humble request that you bless us with your wisdom in meeting deadlines, if it would be possible?
Ah. A while since I've last heard from you, and a while since I've last penned a Guide. Very well, I shall prepare something on the subject.
Drawn Out Like The Finest Wine
Greetings, minions! You have all to thank @absolutely-existing of the Tumblr realm for exposing your lamentable ignorance regarding the delicate intricacies of time management- specifically, deadlines. Yes, those quaint little markers of time that the uninitiated believe dictate the rhythm of productivity. And so once again it falls to me, Lord Morgarath of the Mountains of Rain and Night, to drag you from the depths of your chronic incompetence, this time to illuminate the benighted path of meeting deadlines. Though your grasp of timeliness is doubtlessly as weak as your grasp of basic decency, fret not; with my impeccable counsel, you shall learn to achieve the most staggering feats of punctuality… or at least, appear to.
First, I shall make myself perfectly clear: deadlines are optional. A deadline, I have observed, is nothing more than a curious invention of lesser minds, designed to impose order upon chaos and ensure that even the most incompetent of fools might, at some point, accomplish something vaguely resembling work. Alas, one must often adhere to these banalities for the sake of one’s fragile career or reputation. Thus, the first step to mastering the art of deadlines is to give the illusion that you care. Nod sagely when others speak of ‘deadlines’, and make use of such words as ‘commitment’ and ‘diligence’ with such gravitas that anyone witnessing your performance might mistake your empty words for genuine concern.
Next, you must devise a schedule of such breathtaking complexity that even a seer would find it impenetrable. Populate it with grandiose time markers for tasks of questionable importance that you might never actually finish. The more elaborate and impossible your schedule appears, the more likely it is that your superiors will be dazzled by your apparent dedication, even if you fail to complete any of these undertakings altogether.
Many will tell you to stay focused and chip away at your venture in manageable increments, but such advice is dreadfully mundane and will never lead to greatness. True brilliance is often born in the crucible of panic. Procrastination is to be savored, drawn out like the finest wine! The objective is not just to delay, but to do so with such meticulous flair that even the most discerning observers will praise your industriousness. Use this time to contemplate the mysteries of existence or the baffling incompetence of those around you. Remember, you are not wasting time; you are gathering momentum.
And then, there’s the final step: deliver minimum effort with maximum flourish. Present your work as though you have just descended from a mountaintop with scrolls of divinity. It may be a paragon of misconstruction, it may be riddled with mistakes, but if you believe in it enough, if you perform it, you will be applauded. Lesser mortals like yourself and yours have a way of being dazzled by what they do not understand.
So there you have it, my dear underlings. Meeting deadlines isn’t about actually meeting them; it’s about bending the world to your will. Follow these steps faithfully, and you too can appear competent in the eyes of those who simply don't know any better- either triumphantly on time or excused from the necessity of punctuality altogether.