Well... I found something related to strings. Apparently, Long Limbs isn't the only beast in town. I had to milk my contacts for all they were worth for this information, but there is a Puppeteer. I wasn't able to get a name, though, so I'll just refer to it as "the Puppeteer".


It uses strings to control its version of proxies, and maintains absolute control over them when it wants to. I wasn't able to get much else, unfortunately. Strange that my contacts would fail like that, but there is little information about Long Limbs either, so I guess it wasn't completely unexpected.


I've keep my head down here, and that's the way its gonna stay. I'm trying to avoid attention. Dyed my hair and pulled off a wardrobe change in another city.


Not much else to say.


Stay strong, Hawk. Make contact as soon as possible, please.

This is some of the worst bullshit I have ever seen. Hawk's been taken by that army, and Loki doesn't even give a fuck. I smacked him when he refused to send out a search party, and he confined me to quarters.


Like that'll happen. All packed and ready to go.


Just one thing: I'm going to be keeping an eye out for information regarding strings while I'm out looking for Hawk. I saw it again, the string in Loki's head. It was plainly visible this time.


Oh, one other thing. In the book, the one with "a grey stone of ashen glory" written in it, there was a feather that looked to be something like down. But it was orange. Phoenix, maybe? I'm keeping it with me, regardless. Might come in handy.


I'll post again in a few days. Maybe. Depends if I can find a cyber-cafe.

Wolf's clocking something big. Might be the last post I make for a while.

And no, I didn't drink the Pepsi. I'm not an idiot.

Holy fuck, is that what Wolf's clocking? A fucking army!?

Oh, fuck, I'm already hard from this! I can't wait to sink my blade into their flesh!

One's standing on top of a tree. Megaphone.

"Bring us the one you call Hawk or we raze your camp to the ground!"

Posting. Preparations take precedence.