|Pack:||The Lost Generation|
|Sept:||Sept of the Unending Burden|
|Player:||Jason M. Shick|
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
-"The Age Demanded" in Der Querschnitt (February 1925);
as quoted in Sylvia Beach and the Lost Generation (1983)
by Noel Riley Fitch-
Name: His birth name is Alphonse Coltrane, these days he goes by "Cole," and in fact will specifically not respond to anyone who uses his given name. In the many, many years of his life Cole has gained and taken many deed names, each sloughed off with the movement of his home. The life of a nomad means many lands have many names. Today he looks to find a new name, one that will represent who he has become now that he has wandered back to his home.
Tribe: Glass Walkers
Position: Either in front of his typewriter or in front of the bar.
Renown:Glory 4, Wisdom 0, Honor 2
- Only three things in my life I've really liked to do - hunt, write and make love.
The Foul Dust Floating in the Wake of Dreams
To me a heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on 9 different floors and one house would be fitted up with special copies of the Dial printed on soft tissue and kept in the toilets on every floor and in the other house we would use the American Mercury and the New Republic.
-Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald from Ernest Hemingway
Cole was born in the early morning of the last century.
Coming from a middling family in the southron portion of the United States, it was unsurprising to see his eye turn to the conflicts that embroiled Europe during his formative years, made all the moreso upon reflection of his wolfkin family. Though he did not know this family secret it predisposed him to seek out and find fights and battles in his youth.
The War changed that.
It is impossible to experience a war without it changing you in some way, and for Cole it was no different. He grew ever more enamoured with the idea of the people, with their stories and with their loves and losses and lives. People who fought, who survived, who died, who were by the side and yet unsung. The fact that Cole underwent his First Change in the Argon Forest likely had something to do with this, it is true. And sure enough, the metaphorical resonances of a man going to war only to change into a beast while there could be plumbed for centuries. But that is not the Story that Cole tells.
At the end of the war, Cole did not feel as his many friends and brothers in arms did, a longing to return home, back to the Americas, baseball, and apple pie and the like. So Cole found himself in Europe at the end of one war, and the start of another. The West was poised to embark on yet more conflict, this time with the East and a country newly arisen. So it was that Cole found his feet taking him to the East, he had come from the West after all, and he knew what was there, the East was new and so a place that Cole wished to discover for himself.
Many things happened in China, more so than could easily be told in a single sitting. Cole met, befriended and buried too many to be able to speak easily of his days among the peoples of China, Indo-China, the Steppes of Mongolia, or India. And after many years, longer times than most would consider, many battles and too many funerals, Cole decided that his time in the East was at an end. Cole had loved the East, but it was never home for him. Now Cole has returned to the Americas. It was his intention to return to Appalachia, the lands of his birth, but the Sept he came across in his journey, through Colorado was in need of assistance, that night there was a Thunderwyrm to destroy, Cole does not believe that he will make it back to his home before he dies. His days even now are numbered. Age can be a wonderful thing at times. Write out a long enough time-line and everyone's story will come to some sort of an end.
Cole has no intention of going easily into that great goodnight, but he rests in comfort knowing that the stories will be passed on in his time.
Deed Names of Times long Past and Lands far Distant
- 燒毀醫院 - Shāohuǐ Yīyuàn
- 路从绝望 - Lù Cóng Juéwàng
- 검게 송곳니 - Geomge Song-Gosni
- Colère de Foret
- "A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it."
Player: Jason Shick
MES Number: US2006118919
Location: Colorado Springs, CO
- "There is tension on your face, Koloth! You ought to drink more."
- "Whatever you do to that spirit, I'll unleash on you tenfold! Let it go now!"
- "I've been developing the Swanson Pyramid of Greatness for years. It's a perfectly calibrated recipe for maximum personal achievement. Categories include Capitalism: God's way of determining who is smart and who is poor. Crying: acceptable at funerals and the Grand Canyon. Rage. Poise. Property rights. Fish: for sport only, not for meat. Fish meat is practically a vegetable."
- "There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention."