Extras
Age Tables
ICOR
(db's father)
62-125 young adult
126-450 mature
451-700 middle aged
701-950 old
951-1175 venerable
JAISE
(db's mother)
18-26 young adult
27-54 mature
55-80 middle aged
81-117 old
118-159 venerable
-- DB --
DB's MAX AGE ON WARTHADELL 332
young adult 40-75
mature 76-252
middle aged 253-390
old 391-533
venerable 534-667
FUNDAMENTAL OPINIONS
(IN PARENTHESIS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE, AND SHE KNOWS IT)
OUTSIDE PARENTHESIS WILL REQUIRE SERIOUS PROOF TO CHANGE
GODS ARE SILLY. (Usually because they are either overly powerful or they just think
they are.)
GODS DON'T HAVE GODS.
APPEARANCES ARE INSIGNIFICANT.
APPEARANCES CHANGE AS KNOWLEDGE CHANGES. (the unfamiliar and unknown often
appears vastly different from actuality.)
I SHOULD NOT PRODUCE CHILDREN.
(I should not voluntarily do anything which might promote the production of children.
In the event
of such things --beyond my control-- I should do all that is in my power to prevent
the production
of children.)
Note: since her marriage to Nicodeemus, she does not believe that this is crucial
(where
he and only he
is concerned). She does not believe that he will "get her" pregnant,
and, even if he did, she is not worried over what kind of baby it would be since
he's
apparently a mutt too.
SONGS KNOWN (alterred from modern Terran version):
(those in ALL CAPS are hoping-to-adds
those in all small are ones i can't list due to copyright considerations)
she's a dancer
battle of evermore
lady in black
i'll meet you there
Ballad of Christopher
three jolly coachmen
parable of the river
ballad of the shape of things
heal the pain
MARBLE HALLS
LEARNING TO FLY
MY HOME
THE HEAD AND THE HEART
JUST ANYDAY ON GOOD OL' WARTHADELL
FOR ANNIE (edited)
READY FOR THE STORM
The Ballad of Christopher
One autumn eve beneath the trees
A lonesome lad knelt on his knees
He laid his heart upon the ground
And cried in pain without a sound
The gentle goddess of the wood
Saw that the lad was sweet and good
She sent a nymph born of the night
To ease his pain and solve his plight
(Chorus) Oh Christopher you are a fool
To love a nymph from nightshade's rule
To dash your heart upon a stone
Would wound less than to love alone
The maid was fair and filled with grace
He lost his heart to her embrace
But in the morn when he awoke
Thy nymph was gone... a cruel joke
He searched the forest and the glade
He searched the sunshine and the shade
His maid was gone and he, bereft,
For now he had more nothing left
(Chorus)
Winter passed and came the spring
When life returns to everything
But Christopher in grief remained
And all things bright the lad disdained
Midsummer's eve beneath the trees
He woke the goddess with his pleas
His lover's voice rose on the wind
And this is what she sang to him
(Chorus)
Oh understand all that you see [Oh crystopher you don't love me]
Is made of mist, there is no me [ You love the angel that you see]
I am a shade, I do not live
I have no love, I cannot give
If I had life, I would love you
For your poor heart has been most true
But go henceforth I have but harm
To do your heart despite my charm
(Chorus)
One autumn eve under the trees
A lonesome lad knelt on his knees
He laid his heart upon the ground
And cried in pain without a sound
The gentle goddess of the wood
Meant him no harm, but only good
She sent a nymph born of the night
And turned the man into a wight
O Christopher you are a fool
To love a nymph from nightshade's rule
To cast your heart upon a stone
Would reap more than to love alone
Just Anyday on Good Ol' Warthadell
(Sung to the tune of Saturday Night In Toledo Ohio)
Just everyday on good ol' Warthadell is like being nowhere at all
All through the day how the hours rush by
You sit on a rock and you watch the grass die
Ah, but after the sunset the dusk and the twilight
Which happens all at the same time
They roll back the sidewalks from where you have been
And people who live there are not seen again
Just two lonesome traders from the great city Aurealis
And a salesman from places unmapped (most of the world)
All huddle together in downtown Nameless-ville
To spend their big night unharrassed
You ask how I know of good ol' Warthadell
Well I spent a year there one day
They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes
Just kill all your cohorts and watch them arise
Ah, but let's not forget that the folks of Warthadell
Unselfishly gave us the myne
No not yours, not his, it's gold and it's myne
So smile and be grateful if you ever get paid
Let's live and don't give, let this be our motto
Let's let the sleeping gods lie
And here's to the gods of good ol' Warthadell
Babies we bid you goodbye!