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Salutations! This blog is dedicated to role-play within the BDO (Black Desert Online) Universe for my respective character "Lahsa." I only reblog BDO related material (usually role-play/prompts/asks) and on odd occassions inspirational pieces to motivate my writing. I reside on the Orwen server on Calpheon Channel 2. I will have a lot of NSFW content on this blog, so in advance you are warned and hold responsibility for your legal age when viewing said content while it is tagged. ♥

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238 / III / Noon

“I am writing in you on the go because I think I came to a breakthrough in my findings. It is incredible, look at me go for once. So the visions, those little deviations between reality and whatever it is I am seeing in my sleep? Those are real, they are like realer than real. Hallucinations? Hardly, I mean, we could tie it to the amount of hooka I have smoked but I have been cutting back, it is not like it s fun alone anyway. The point being is that the visions are real and they lead me to these miniature discoveries, like okay the one I had the past few nights? I get it now, I fucking get it! I just, ugh, fuck I need like a good spanking I am such a brilliant little girl for this. So the alignment of the signs are much clearer when you focus on them, it is like a deep mass of darkness but it is forming, are you ready for this? Not scripts or incantations but patterns, and the patterns? Are freaking methods to use Sorcery! Hah! I may just be smarter than I look. Christoph can fuck himself for saying my brains went into my breasts, I am so clever and good at this game. It gets better though, and fuck me if this boat is not active right now. I figured out how to teleport! Un-freaking-fuck-tastic-believable right? It is like, almost like I am a bird, a crow perhaps? It is really lucid, almost like I can touch your soul if I do it up close! I have to show Elle, I have to! This is going to make getting around so much more fun and interesting. Think of all the applications it has, it is like perfect for pregnancy denial. No more waiting out those tired orgasms, just poof! Right off the dick! Hah! I love it.”

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238 / III / Dawn

Sea waters are known to be unintentionally mischievous. Even in the hours up until the sun’s bubbling warmth over the alabaster curtains at sky’s head, it still presents an opportunity to do the devil’s work and misplace several objects, or individuals, by merely rocking and undulating a set of hips that no vessel or man has conquered even with steady hands and patient heart. In the constant toppling of the ship along her form, there are strewn articles around a cabin space, and what appears to be a familiar leather spine laying upright on a nightstand next to a hooka stem. If glanced over the musings seem to be concentrated, albeit retaining the previous hysteria and discord in prior in entries older than this.

“I think it is messing with me now, or I am just not in it altogether. These visions I mean, it is not even quite fair to me how cryptic they can be yet so familiar. The morning starts much easier today, I deserve it. Elle woke me up and without even saying a word she threw a book in my lap, it is ‘that book’ or at least parts of it. It is missing pages, burned in a few places, but this is script of the old Sorcs. It is delicate, I hate delicate. She never had to say it, I knew what she was getting at, even if she did leave the room with that welcoming swing of her hips. She is like a mother to me, a mother I would not mind making out with, but a mother all the same. Come on head, lets, steer away from screwing the captain and focus. We were on about the book, yes, the passages. Elle has come across some of these in her travels, remnants of the old ways she calls them. I am still very comfortable with Sorcery, but I am not as skilled as Elle is. I just, I come up with other ways to use it, stuff she thinks is interesting. I kind of envision these catastrophic ways to fuck stuff up, then I paint it in real life with darkness. It is amazing really, because it does not feel malicious it just feels... normal. Okay, I am rambling again, ugh, I am such a ditz sometimes. The book has some creepy stuff in it, it is like mistranslated words or some shit, and more importantly it is stronger level Sorcery. Elle more than likely wants to go into Calpheon with a bang -- so it is up to me to make the blueprints and start the party. Looks like I will not have to get laid there for this to be exhilarating, it has been awhile since we used Sorcery for something other than keeping the crew in check. Shit, got to go. Elle is walking over my part of the deck again, writing in you later to keep up with my findings.”

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238 / II / Dusk

The contents of the small leather spine seem to be written in vicious haste, as if the individual experienced hysteria or pressed forward in dualities; locomotion and scribing. It has been seated upon what fashions for a table within a tavern, if inspected it reads the following:

“I have gone and made a mess of things, to be expected now anyway. Last night proved useless - nearly killed myself sleeping with that barbarian. Note of worth, regardless of how ridiculously hot he turned out to be a barbarian is still a savage. Elle’s not happy, pissed, pissy-piss-priss Elle. Something about her sister and some shit about some noble and just fuck me in my ass already I want to get off the ship and stretch. Sure, sure, I did not bring back anything from my ‘rounds’ but that doesn’t give her the right to talk to me like I am incompetent. Sheesh. Maybe she needs some old faithful in her honey hole more than I do. Speaking of which, and no not my honey hole, there is... another one happening. Another of those dreams that kind of wakes me up wet but freaks me the otter out? I don’t know this time, it’s evident it’s an incantation or script, it’s just not clear. It’s hazy, gritty, I want to say covered in smog or dirt. I may be losing it, or that barbarian fucked my face a little too hard. Doesn’t matter, Elle wants to leave the tavern, we’ve stolen enough to be out on the water and cutting to Calpheon. Let’s just hope this noble stuff is as fun as it sounds... I hear this ‘Wolf’ guy might like blondes.”

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I want to break your Jolly Roger heart. ♥