My Daemon Persaon

Monday, April 30, 2007

Anticipated Beltane Disappointments

It's Beltane's Eve, and I am crushed. I am so very close to getting back to the real world, to Caledon, to escape this etheral realm of the dead. Yet I am doubting I will be close enough to getting back in time for Beltane. Sadly, this will be the first Sabbat, Major or Minor, that I will have missed in Caledon since Midsummer's last year, when my twins Elijah Bastillion and Raivyn Elizabeth were born, when I had my manor house and cafe originally in Caledon Tamrannoch. Perhaps I will see a Beltane miracle, and the Fae forces pull me from this realm of the dead in time, but I am not holding out much hope. sighs and tears up I shall greatly miss the festivities, and I do hope everybody knows that my spirit is there with you, if my physical body is trapped here. turns away as she fights back her tears, trying to keep the composure expected of a Baroness. I love you all dearly, please do know that!

Friday, April 27, 2007

Project Open Letter

I heard of this from Miss Emily Orr's blog. It is an open letter to Linden Labs to encourage them to fix several of SL's problems. I signed it, and I encourage you, dear readers, to sign it as well.

Hope For My Twins?

I'm still in this limbo between worlds, but it appears that Dr, Mason might have a cure for my infant twins. I eagerly look forward to hearing more of his ideas. Being unable to actively interact in the realms of Caledon and Steelhead is frustrating, but it is wonderful that I am able to keep up at least some form of communication with them. Hopefully soon this nightmare will end.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

A Possible Cure?

It seems as if there might be a positive side effect of being trapped in this realm of the dead. After reading Dr. Mason's account of escaping from the Demon, it gave me some ideas of how at last I might cure my Vampyrism. I immediately began perusing my tomes of Magyck. Sure enough, in an ancient tome 5000 years old, I found an obscure referrence. It appears that once a Vampyre actually dies, it is dead for good. If I can thus return my spirit to my body, the taint of Vampyrism should be left behind! I am excited by this discovery. I must set to work endeavoring harder to return my spirit to my body. If I can try to be ready by Beltane, the veil between the realms of the living and dead is the thinnest. I have my greatest chances there! Success seems so close and yet so far. Perhaps I can make it back in time for Duchess Eva's Beltane ball. The only problem I will have once I return is how to cure my twins Elijah Bastillion and Raivyn Elizabeth of their Vampyrism. I must consult with Dr. Mason forthwith, as soon as I return.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Failure, failure, failure!

I lay crumpled on the ground exhausted, in tears. I had worked long into the night, casting all the appropriate spells, using all the correct forms. I was able to get the necessary components for the spell (aka a brand new working mother board and power supply). I know the spell forms are correct, because I was able to feel the power flow through me, and made a tenuous start to the realms of the living (the computer booted up). But after that, everything went haywire. There was an unrealized shiled sent by the Keeper of the Underworld to block further efforts (it turns out my dvd player wouldn't open, I couldn't get the system repair dvd into it). Then, out of the blue, all the energies of my spell ceased (the same problem as before, the computer wouldn't power up at all). I am at wit's end. What am I to do? I can stand no longer to be trapped in this realm of shrouded fog. I must make it back to Caledon before Beltane!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Can escape actually be possible?

Grey mists swirl about me, the tendrils of the evil fog binding me to this realm of the Dead. Yet I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. I managed to conjure a few ancient tomes of Magyck, which I peruse at great peril. The incantations are powerful, deadly, but I think perhaps I have found a way to return to the land of the my beloved Caledon. The spells will be a long and arduous task, but with any luck, I may once again be able to walk freely in my estate in the Moors by Tuesday. I can only pray to the God and Goddess that my venture will be succesful.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Living Caledon Vicariously

The mists of the Aethernet swirls about me...I try to peer into Caledon, but a fog obscures my vision. My prison still holds firm. But wait....I have descried a crack in the gloom....not a window into Caledon and the realms of Second Life itself, but rather, into the minds of certain residents must be some form of clairvoyance whereas I, who am trapped in the Keeper's Realm of the dead, can peer into their thoughts, and live the life of a Caledonian vicariously....I think the spirit realm calls it a blog...."Hello? Can anybody hear my thoughts?" It seems as if at least two have...the Lady Eva Bellambi and Sir Edward Pearse! I must explore this phenomena further....

Thursday, April 19, 2007

April Blahs

Live as a benign Fey Vampyress has its difficult moments. Indeed the dark forces are arrayed against me. My soul has been imprisoned. First it appeared that I suffered what seemed to be a tenuous connection with the world of the living...[aka losing DSL and accessing SL through dial-up]. For about 6 weeks I suffered this malady, slogging slowly through the Moors, hills, forests, towns and cities of Caledon. Yet I could talk to people, and they could see me, even if at times I hovered in a realm between worlds, half-there, half not. But finally my fey powers conquered that attack by the Keeper of the Dead. On March 31st, I returned fully to the world of the living. I was overjoyed.

However, it appears the Keeper Himself found away to torment me even worse for escaping his clutches. April 1st, the rezz day of my brother Colonel Gottried Lord Eusebio, 15th Baron of Bauerhoff de Caledon, started as any other day. I was able to do some building for my Ballroom Pavillion in the Moors. I took a respite from my work. When I woke up, I found that the Nameless One had put a veil of death around me. I lost contact with the country I love....Caledon, and the world of SL at large [aka death of a computer, and being forced to use a friend's computer that only has Windows 98]. Now, like a wraith using seances to communicate with the living, there are a few I can talk to, in an other-worldly channeling method [aka Yahoo IM]. Perhaps soon I can escape the clutches of this evil demon that is determined to keep me away from the land I love, my native country of Caledon. Perhaps there are those who can hear my howls as they pass by my grave. Soon, soon, I shall find a way to escape, and rejoin my friends and loved ones....