Divine Aphasia

Kurtz -

OUR UNKNOWABLE QUEST continues with new developments ambushing us each day and testing our resolution. First, that tropical bane, a scare of conjunctivitis in the optical dextra running rampant through the camp, demanding medical response at each watch of the night. A scare only! Tthe New Pilgrim sets sail again both well and bright-eyed.

First Malady

Second, a bout of night fever that riddles the first waking moments of the Lovely One with terror and delusions at each turn of the hour. Divine apathia, divine athambia, divine aphasia! Her forgetful slurs of disorientation presuppose my familiarity with whichever dreams hold hostage her senses. Quaquaqauqua! Thankfully, her indomitable spirit shrugs shackles of sleepiness throughout the dark hours and she tends her duties with grace and aplomb. 

More sleep-deprived than she looks

Third, a positive development indeed, the parade of benefactors and well-wishers continues, joining camp for a few days to swap tales and provisions and pay tribute to the newest member. I am grateful they came. I can always count on that tribe.

Our thoughts remain with you. May the odds be ever be in your favor.

- Marlowe

The Agony and the Ecstacy

Kurtz,

A momentous week to be sure, in both camps. Our tiny excursion of two, though oft times supported by colleagues and supporters of various ilk, has at last added a third full-fledged member in a permanent capacity. Though guileless and generally inexperienced in all fields, he brings a refreshing charm that has lifted the already-high spirits of our camp immeasurably.

We went to meet him during a stormy afternoon and he arrived in the darkest recesses of Sunday morning via the most traditional of courses. We exchanged a few words, discussed the terms of his employ, and shook on the deal.

"Agreed!"

The next day we celebrated with a sunrise viewing, where I introduced him to a view of the wide world with different valley colors he had never seen and the cloud-breaking sun.

We then shared a fine meal and relaxed with waves of family paying homage and tribute to the tiny pilgrim. He lasted only a few hours longer before making the second-biggest transition of his life: to base camp. He rolled out his finest owlrey and we departed victorious!

We then returned to base camp, stopping only for a celebratory treat, a worthy capstone for the weekend of ecstasy our tiny friend brought upon us.

 "Shake n' Baby"

Our joy has been tempered only by a certain agony that has befallen the Man of Mystery and his splendid crew, striking blindly from the dark interiors of Africa, a worthy madness to befall his maniacal brilliance. We eagerly anticipate news of his triumph. We sing our deepest sympathies and hopes across this land to his ears and yours.

- Marlowe

Travails

Kurtz,

You will surely excuse the brevity of this missive. The travails are acute and frequent, yet courage abounds. We welcome you back from the dark interiors to our rainy shores. I hope the rain washes ashore a second stranger too.

- Marlowe

More Progress

Kurtz -

Our good luck continues! First; the Lovely One got herself done certified, glasses and all!

Now that we can tend to our own orbits, the satellites are sure to follow. I will post updates on the other Mantles of Grandeur as I complete them. Maybe I can put a whole patch of Jupiter on the ginormous GoatMaster Robe.

Second,  I met someone who was even wiser than the Wizard! (Don't tell him I said that).  It was a True Witness, and he came a thousand miles to discourse in the coastal plains. 

Truly! He was there! And I was! And he spoke for an hour about Oaths and Covenants and Authorities and  Returning and Reporting and Magnifying and Stewardships and Quorums. I felt privileged and renewed to learn in his commanding presence. He said that he had traveled up and down the state, instructing all manner of men, not because he was assigned but because he wanted to. True love.

Third, we learned our Snapemaster B is engaged to marry! Splendid! To a first-rate fellow and fine conversationalist. Smiles abound in our camp at this news, as a victory for one House is salubrious for all, I think you, my dear Gryffindor, would agree. Perhaps we will cross paths again, when this is on display:

- Marlowe

The Wizard

Kurtz -

Things are looking up for our little expedition! First, I managed to sidestep this little trap:

Close call! Thanks for the warning, Fair Trader Joe, wherever you are!

Second,  I knew we were due for a breakthrough in our search for the Kurtz clan. Today it came. As I descended from the gentle chaparral on my morning 18-speed scouting into the wilds of Sherwood, I found a wizard.

"I've been expecting you..."

He warmly welcomed me as a familiar and an equal. My frustrations at the journey spilled easily to his ready ears. He heard me and imparted such wisdom as I have not heard since...Kurtz himself. I cannot relate but the tiniest portion of what he shared, though I will inform you that he has instructed me in the construction of a new conveyance that will change our pursuit of the mysterious Kurtz forever. These pictures should give you the idea. 

You can fill in the gaps. By land, by sea, by air, we are coming. The wizard remained behind though, stoic and inscrutable by nature, yet yielding and expansive to those wayward journeyman who avail themselves of his hospitality.

- Marlowe