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Rue

01-01-2007, 09:22 PM

Time goes on in a blur these days and before you know it, the things that were important are a faded memory. To many things should be mentioned. From the toy makers roaming the lands to the snow sculpture contest sponsored by the Black wolves, (which I managed to earn second place in with snow angel) to the attending of winter socials.
But the most important note I wish to make, through all has past, is about Tethala, a giant woman from the Wsalamir clan, and Frigid a human who was the one who put the snow curse on the landing. How I ended up within the folds of this tale is still a mystery to me. Most likely a fate Eorgina meant for me to see. The Northern Fury General led a group to some ice caves to speak with a ghost. There was a bit of assumption of why it was going on, and kudos goes out to Perigourd and Missoni for trying to bring the entire group up to par on what transpired thus far. In the end though, Frigid's Notes explained what really had happened. To the best of my recollection, I have managed to save some of what was told to us that was written. However, I do believe the Ta'lo'mai, the one who held the tome, was holding back. Here is the words as told to us.

The trip was harsh, and the journey long, but I have made it to these frozen lands. The isolation is soothing, and I find I will be able to continue my studies in peace - not to mention there is a wealth of raw, untapped mana foci here. A revolution will be born here, a revolution in the ways of water and ice magic, and I shall be at the helm!"

There are some scattered villages about, but nothing of much note. I don't think the locals will even notice I'm here, and I certainly won't go out of my way to disturb them. The work goes quickly now, the golems are steadfast workers, and in this environment, they only work faster."

I have seen... figures in the snow. They are perplexing, they are only there for but a moment, and the golems cannot even come close to their speed. But they are there. I hear... howls in the night, perhaps the legends are true about the wendigo..."

Work progresses steadily, I feel that I may be reaching a milestone in the ways of ice and the body. Imagine being impervious to its touch, or to even be *warmed* by it... to draw power from the cold. The native creatures of this land have already laid bare their secrets, now all I need is to decipher the mystery and apply it..."

My notes on the previous pages have been very useful, but I feel I must write about an unusual incident. My golems, they found something in the snow -- a woman, a hunter... she was badly wounded, but I've dressed them and done what I can. She is very beautiful - a giant, if her height speaks of anything. But she is unusual, not like the giants I have encountered prior..."

She has awoken! And she speaks common, albeit with some difficulty. She says she is from a clan called the Wsalamir, and that she truly thought she was dead. She has told me that others will be looking for her..."

A delegation from her clan arrived at my doorstep today, and I am loathe to relinquish her... she has said she will come find me again, when she fully recovers... but it now feels so empty here, with naught but the cold winds and the ice as my companions."

I have met her once more. In the frigid wastelands, she comes to me, like a ghost she appears! And such happiness I feel, when I am with her, bundled together in those cloying furs, such warmth we have when we are together... and then she goes, silent as a hunter, back into the white void..."

The news is grave. Her people have discovered our union, and they have forbade her from seeing me. But I will not be stopped. I will find her again."

I have found their village. I will take her in the night -- I sent word to her via the ice, I only hope she has prepared. They will not stop us!"

I... didn't want it to happen that way... there were too many, the wall of ice, it... crushed some of them. I didn't want it to happen that way... they should have just... left us alone..."

The howls are getting louder each night... my love, she whispers of the wendigo, that they are coming... that we must leave. I assured her, that my creations will take care of them, that they will fend off all danger... she is scared beyond reasoning..."

I found my servants... crushed into piles of ice. As soon as my love saw it, she... broke down, I tried to comfort her, but there is nothing I can do, it seems. She fears death for both of us, now."

She is gone. She left in the night. Why would she leave me?! Why?! Why do these damned howls never cease?!"

I am lost - the howls, they come closer every night. They're taunting me. But they don't know what they meddle with. My studies never stopped. It's risky, but it's my last hope. If I bond to the ice, they won't ever stop me...I'll find her, and she'll be mine forever just like it should be..."

...I've managed to abandon my home and come to the site that I've prepared for so long... if I had more time for preparation, the result would be instantaneous... but it will take some time, for me to absorb all the power, to transfer my conciousness into the cold grasp of eternal winter..."

...something is wrong. The wendigo, they found me... I blocked them off, but they... did something, interfered with the flow... I can feel my life slipping away, but the wheels are in motion... I lay here, in wait, feeling my memory slipping away as the ice in front of me forms...it will be my body, my vessel..."

...complete failure... will take... centuries for... body... to form... I am... nearly gone, yet my conciousness remains... such horrible, horrible torturously slow... pain... can't... mov.."

The curse was broken with the aid of Tethala's ghost. Frigids frozen heart was destroyed. The tome, last I had heard, was to be given to the Tower librarian to inspect carefully. Perhaps within the pages, written in the unknown language, contains more secrets, such as how to make the Golems.

So much I want to add, but perhaps another time as time allows.

Rue

01-04-2007, 01:40 AM

Destiny is the expected result of normal development <prospective fate> Fate is the will or principle of a determining cause by which things in general are believed to come to be as they are or events to happen as they do.

Where is the control of the being in any of this. Why must my heart feel the flames ignite only to have Ivas enjoy her task so well. Why can I not turn away from my own quest and accept a better life?

Moved towns to better seek the answers to an unseen path. The first price already cuts me deep enough that it is making me wish I had managed to avoid my fate and give over to anothers destiny instead of my own.

Rue

01-09-2007, 08:23 PM

I was sent forth from the power,

and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
and I am the one whose Goddess is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,
and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned,
and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,
and you reflect upon me.
I am the one whom you have hidden from,
and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves,
I myself will appear.
For whenever you appear,
I myself will hide from you.

In dark of the situation, I returned back to the landing and salvage together the life I choose. I work eagerly to reach the ability to commune with my dark queen to better accept my fate.

Rue

01-18-2007, 07:27 PM

Thoughts to keep tucked away as things begin to leave my grasp of control. Mostly ramblings but ones I need to keep tucked way in the back of my mind.

The Guild for the holy vessels of the deities does not seem interested in others input but only to inform us what will be happening. Such a droll and disciplined event, it put me to sleep. However, it did bring up an interesting point from the empath side of the fence and I am sure the other holy vessels can agree on one level of the view.

What is more important to a soul? Its tie to its race, serving their needs or the following of your creed (profession), or the moment?
Is the difference between, those of the light and those of the dark, in the answer to that question? Do the means justify the end or is the end justified by the means?
This often seems to come up of late. I am partial to the moment but often care little about the means as long as the end result is one I desire.

Attended the Aspis house hunt. It was more enjoyable this time then in times past. Something I left behind in my growth yet still find the invaluable lessons part of who I am .

Rue

01-22-2007, 10:23 PM

Pretty Words encrypted

What right hath fate to keep me from you
When all souls rage for want of Power?
Yet then again, what right have I to chase the moon
When Heaven asks you rule the sacred night.

-~~~*~~~-

If in dreams only may I share your bed,
Then bury me with desperate kisses
Entomb me with the musky spice that breathes from your skin
Lick your graceful fingers and seal up the casket with eternal sleep,
And let me not wake shivering and wanting
For you are the darkness that keeps darkness at bay.

-~~~*~~~-

Let me ride the eternal flames with
The whispering song of the midnight rain
Until the final chord atones
And the immortal stars surrender to the graceful night

-~~~*~~~-

Sleep, love. Forever sleep.
Your soul the night will keep.
Embrace the darkness deep.
Sleep, love. Forever sleep.

-~~~*~~~-

She walks like the night
With lover's eyes and fire flies that glisten in her wake
I wonder when she'll leave me alone again..

-~~~*~~~-

Scream for me, baby Writhe
You said this is what you want
Fingers that tear as well as caress

Scream all night, sweet Release
Once this block is broken
Another breaking we’ll undertake
.
-~~~*~~~-

Note to self:
Each is a different faucet you need to watch. Some are personal and some are just words you need to keep in mind to represent a person. The person's will no doubt know who they are if they see your notes. May it never happen but if they do, I hope they can understand why I do it.

Rue

02-06-2007, 03:17 PM

I have not written in some time, not for lack of time, but because of lack of events worth keeping track of.
I did finally gain the ability to commune, but do not have the drive to seek the answers I so badly sought.

Highlights to cover. . . I attended an auction that was well worth attending, even if it was on the pricey side for my pocketbook. Afterwards there was a scrying offered, which I found to be very amusing.

I had arrived when only a few stood in the Jastev courtyard around the one who was the conduct of a midnight blue glaesine orb. She went in an order of those who came, but somehow, I managed to end up at the end of the telling with only one other after me. . . a strange dark elf, who spoke naught till it was his telling.

My own telling went something like this. . .

The teller said something like, "Destiny comes in many forms. Tell her what she needs to see."

The shimmering crystals in her glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The Gryphon to The Unicorn.

She tells me, "You have imagination and compassion ... and you keep it all inside. So much so that you're afraid to commit even to the one you love.
Like the unicorn ... you're a phantasm to those who wish to know you."

Speaking to her glaesine orb, she then says, "Reveal more that we may see... ."
The shimmering crystals in the glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The Unicorn to The Spire

Speaking to me, she says, "And they see someone who would prefer to remain at home. To withstand every storm, to snug down with those few you trust. But it won't happen until you open up enough to trust. You have a wealth within you. Share it. Don't be a miser."

Turning to her glaesine orb once more, she says, "Tell her more that you see... reveal it now through plain old me."
The shimmering crystals in her glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The Spire to The First.

Speaking to me, she says, "You have a choice to make. You can be ferocious to protect the ones you love, magnetic and charismatic and bring them together. . .
Or
You can reject them all and withdraw into a cave of perfectionism and never let anyone close.'

Now I must interject here, her telling gave me a pause, it is true I came to hear her tell me what she saw, but it was more to seek answers on how to do the telling. However, for her to hit something so close to heart . . . was just eerie.

Her last words echo'd in my ears, as if so much depended on it, "The choice is yours. I think, from the rest, that you'd be happier with the first.

Then believe it or not, the strange dark elf as if his whole purpose to being there was this moment, spoke to me.

"But happiness isn't for us. We have a greater calling." and he approached the sylvankind for his own telling from the orb, speaking once more to me saying, "That way has been lost to us."

I stood dumbfounded, lost as if hit with the truth. I wanted to turn and leave.
But I had to hear his fortune as well. . .

As he touched the orb it was announced, upon his request, it was the last of the evening. And then she spoke to him and the orb as she had done with me, except the woman seemed to take more care with herself as she did so. His telling had gone something like this. . .

Speaking to her glaesine orb, the sylvankind asks, "This one wants you to know him well. What do you want to him to tell?"
The shimmering crystals in her glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The First to Arachne.

He seemed to stiffen as she spoke to him, “You adapt to change, but your adaptation can be seen as cruel by others. You wield great influence, but it's tempered by a bit of inconstancy. Not knowing what you want to do with it."

Speaking to her glaesine orb, she asked, "Do you know him better? Will he always be not quite what he wants?"
The shimmering crystals in her glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of Arachne to The Dragonfly.

She seemed to feign surprise as she spoke to him, “You’re going to stay a bit um...Shallow.”

As she paused the male laughed for a moment, then she continued saying, "And be swayed by beauty.” says, "In fact ...You'll want to possess said beauty and keep it all to yourself. Getting kind of jealous when others notice it. At least, until you lose interest."

His replied to this saying, "There is truth in that, but like many things, only when taken from a particular perspective."

Her answer to him was amusing though, "The stars see from their own perspective." then she turned back to the orb.

Speaking to her glaesine orb, she asked, "Is he going to be stuck on shallow all the time?"
The shimmering crystals in her glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The Dragonfly to The Spire.

She seemed relieved as she told him, “Oh, good. No."

There was more, of course, but not something I feel important enough to carry on with, I snuck away quietly as not to show my grin towards the future foretold. He will have his own comings to deal with and I wish the said beauty the best of luck. He does have an aura around him that is like the flame.

On another note, in the midst of all this, I did speak with the Sylvan gypsy regarding the difference of telling between tea leaves and the orb she used.
In her view, the tea leaves see you from the inside out, the stars see you from the outside in. Tea touches your lips. and stars stare down from above.

Rue

03-05-2007, 01:49 PM

The evening moonlight has brought me to my thoughts and knowing my pen has failed the paper way to long again, here I am. My thoughts reminded me of the promise I had made myself on a night not so unlike this one. No matter how small of turn of events, I would record my life as it happened, even if words fail to find their way properly, I would find away to at least convey the mood that vexed me. In the time since my last entry, a few things of note have transpired. So many that I highly doubt much will find its way here for me to save for reminiscing.

Soon my body will adorn permanent marking, however, I will put it in a place that can allow myself to learn how to disguise. The tattoo will tie me to another, it is my way of following the advice of the slyvan gypsy. Finally I am tossing my past to be just that. It does not matter who I was at one time, what matters is what I do now with my life. And I choose to share myself.

Life is mundane for the most part, but something interesting did cross my path that should be noted. A few murders took place. Now, yes I know murder in the Landing is usually a common thing, it is the center of all intentions. But this was a little different, the bodies were shells as if Gosaena herself claimed the souls. All had been poisoned and all three were part of a similar circle inquiring about merchants and politics in town.

I spoke to two of the three murdered , even found one of the bodies. I wish I had not been so stun to find it soulless, as a priestess I felt cheated I wanted to find how this was possible and paid little attention to the body or the girl that manage to come up behind me. It turned out to be a long evening indeed that involved me talking to a constable as well encounter a few questionable louts (one who happen to end up murdered the next day) I learned that the girl halfling and the human with the funny hat, both had a winter rose upon them, and the parchment found on the dock was embossed with the same flower.

The parchment read something like . . .

In the Common language, it reads:

::The image of a large winter rose embossed in light blue ink serves as the background to this parchment::

sk c ode ht foa erae ht o tde ngis sa nee beva huoy. yleta ide mm inis yd alaiv em ottn esti eva hdna ,no itaco lsi ht morfyl teer cs idn oit amrof nik ee sote rau oy. y tice htnih tiws op sgni reh t aglam ronri e htni sl acol eh tmor fn oita mr ofn ireh t agll iwuo y.
la virr ar u oyno pu n nila c olehtt as gnig do leruce sote r usekam dn a ,stuoc s reht oeht otgni kaep sn e esto nerauo yt ahterus ne.

erofe bsaemema hsuo ydl u ohsel baeergase cneuq esno cehtdni ft o nlli wuo y. e noeltt il ,si htnieml iafto nod.

::Signed in elegant, flowing script::

~ S

We have come up with a few conclusions and await for more signs . The girl who brought the note to me, promised to give Romulas a copy, but did not return when she said she would. I had almost forgotten about the girl when a friend in the park mentioned a merchant questioning him about the Landing as the other two where doing with folks in the small park. However, he was rewarded with a pouch from the guy. There are a few details missing, it happen almost a week before I have managed to make note. I plan on walking by the docks more often in hopes to find more clues as to who is leading this charade.

Xaerve

03-05-2007, 01:54 PM

Romulas & Remas, great duo...

Rue

03-10-2007, 02:23 AM

From the day the skies first wept
At your revealing youself
Salty tears ebbed and danced
And hammered against a fire that is damned.

Rue

03-20-2007, 04:26 AM

But happiness isn't for us. We have a greater calling. That way has been lost to us. How true this was, but there are no regrets and the time was well spent.

I am at least 4 entries behind and sleep still wishes to over power my mind. So skipping all that is past and making a scribble of notes…

In an effort to release Morvule

::: a small drawing of religious symbols follow:::

Accusations that are too serious to ignore, must follow through.

::useless doodles decorate the page before another entry is sloppily written::

Made him flinch ~~~
someone made me flinch and I hated myself for it
another robbery... @}-'--{-,--
must find away to cure myself

::a smudge of ink pools at the bottom of the page as if someone fell asleep with the freshly dipped quill in hand :::

Rue

03-29-2007, 11:11 PM

Tick tick tick. What is this sound always in the back of my mind. Tick tick tick tick. . . it is not important .... but still it precedes... tick tick ticktickticktick. . . tick tock the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck midnight and the ticking still didn't stop. Tick ticktick. . . Tick tock everything is nothing but something to mock. Tic la tee friggen da tock. . .Palastra tick basilica tock collection tick light tock darkness tick vision tock the mouse ran up the clock and it isn't going to stop before it is suppose to, not before its time. Time is really the source of its ticking. I know it is. Time to soon, to late, not enough time but the constant reminder of ticking echo’s out over the endless waves of time. Whose hands are those anyways pointing to the figures that mark the ticking and the tocking. More then a few watch while the under tone of silence is deafening to the many voices repeating over and over the tickticktick tsk tick tsk tick tsk ticking.

This makes no sense regardless of the time. Just can't seem to put my finger on it. 4 different situations keep rippling into the other and all I do is watch. Who would I tell anyhow? . .. tick tick tick.

Rue

03-31-2007, 04:57 AM

Fash'lo'nae brought Eorgina the news that Koar and Lumnis were to be wed. She did not rant or tear apart the walls of Li'aerion as she felt inclined to do. In fact, she said not a word. She only nodded, then indicated with a graceful wave of her hand that Fash'lo'nae was to leave her. As he did so, her servants ushered the Arkati guests residing in Li'aerion out and closed the great doors. Then all the Elven servants within the manse were thrown over the parapet of the eastern balcony, until at last Eorgina was alone. And alone she stayed for years.

SpunGirl

03-31-2007, 08:58 PM

OOC question - does Teslas still hang out with Foxs?

-K

Drisco

04-01-2007, 12:28 PM

Okay your now my number one favourite poster Rue.

Sean2 you need to step it up.

Rue

04-10-2007, 08:34 PM

Wandering the streets of the fest watching the winged ones dance in delight at all the sights. At first it was difficult to stroll among so many faces but as the days go by it grows a little easier and my bitterness is not so subtle. I managed to gain some insight as well, to something that I wasn't exactly sure about either or looking for. However, all it did was make me wonder if I somehow missed something along the way. Did I want something so bad that I seen what I wanted to see? Could I have been that wrong about someone? After that last meeting, does it matter?

Sitting in shops waiting on merchants gives a person a lot of time to think and contemplate situations. I have managed to hear a few visions of my path but question the intentions and the source of these visions. Echo words constantly whisper beneath the ticking sound. . .

The other Warriors of the Outland Basilica have been made aware of you. Just as I too have been made aware. May tranquility and serenity find you in the pursuit of your own desires and Elanthia protect and watch over you. But remember . . . Patience we know, however her patience, Mistress Eorgina, is not as merciful at times when she is displeased.

Perhaps the diamond-set silver dragon's egg that has come into my possession holds the answer and I can prolong facing Eorgina herself for a little longer.

Note, I have learned sitting in shops for long lengths of time isn't the answer and one must get on so called list in order to gain work from a merchant.

Rue

04-16-2007, 06:22 AM

An aspect of a shadow, is part of the unconscious mind which is mysterious and often disagreeable to the conscious mind, but it is also relatively close to the conscious mind. The shadow is instinctive and irrational, but is not necessarily evil even when it might appear to be so. It can be both ruthless in conflict and empathetic in friendship. It is important as a source of hunches, for understanding of one's own more inexplicable actions and attitudes (and of others' reactions), and for learning how to accept and integrate the more problematic or troubling aspects of personality. Some shadows may appear in dreams and visions in various forms and often as a feared or despised being, which may act either as an adversary or as a servant or as fate. It is possible that it might form into something with dark features or even be featureless to a person of any race, since it represents an old ancestral aspect of the mind. The shadow's appearance and role depend greatly on the experience you embrace within it. Interactions with the shadow in dreams may shed darkness on one's state of mind and to give over to a conversation with the shadow may help indicate a conflicting desires or intentions even if you do not wish to admit it to yourself. Identification with the figure may mean that one has an unacknowledged difference; a difference which could point to a rejection of the illuminating qualities of ego-consciousness.

Reflecting on the word evil. . . this is argued to be a perception of view. It can be defined as an extreme self-serving behavior with a lack of consciences, as well as an inability to empathize with others and to restrain oneself from, or to feel remorse for, harm personally caused to others. Is this the definition universal of the lands? There is to much debate over this for me to make heads or tails of. And will just have to trust in my own idealism.

A note about the fest and dreams haunting~
I found there to be an element in the wild revelry of festival and drunkenness, but, most importantly, in music. The combination of these elements in one art form gives birth to tragedy. Making a chorus of diversity to any argument that the illusion of culture can be wiped away with a primordial image to those willing to participate. If you can make them imagine that they are who they want to be, and make them feel like natural geniuses you can also make them believe in a state of mind they can dream /vision themselves the same energy they're embodying.
The vision of the goddess, the dark Queen, who appears before her followers to reveal my place is still unclear. All involved become the plot developed in a dream vision, the essence of which is the ecstatic dismembering of the goddess and of the rituals to come, of the inseparable ecstasy and suffering of my own existence.

Chalk another deform mark on the wall of more pointless ramblings to an over worked mind that can't seem to see anything clearly. To many shadows cloak the corners of my mind.

Rue

04-24-2007, 08:04 PM

Destiny is defined as a predetermined course of events often held in the hands of irresistible power from our Arkati. It is their will, principle, and determining motives that causes action and reaction to all things in general. It is they who can see what is to come and what things are to be or even to predict events happening as they do. It is inevitable and often a predictable outcome to most paths, but all walks are still subject to many conditions that can or can't lead to ones end. The possibility will always remain that your whole destiny is meant to be a disaster. Regardless, it is a final outcome to what path you are meant to travel. The Arkati are extending their fingers on more then a few plains, causing ripples to echo over one another for some fate that I can not see, even if it seems predictable and played out already.

FATE implies an inevitable and usually an adverse outcome.
DESTINY implies something foreordained and often suggests a great or noble course or end.
LOT suggesting blind chance
PORTION implying the apportioning of good and evil
DOOM distinctly implies a grim or calamitous fate

I can't believe how every one argues the point of fate and destiny, when there is proof in all actions and reactions. An example of this is the fact that everyone has felt something overly or unpleasantly familiar before. Destinies rippling echo's brush against each other with various centers fulfilling a predetermined design. Of course there is always that chaos factor, or if you want you can call it a free agent, or even an unknown mystery that keeps it all interesting. Similar to a rock being thrown into the ripples causing disruption or throwing in a wild card into the crowd that constantly has you on edge. . . not the same way that inferno ticking does in the back of my mind, but something with an edge so sharp I can predict I will inevitably impale myself upon it.

This is to reflect upon three ripples I am currently experiencing that will somehow all tie together. How do I know that? I don't, its just one of those mysterious.
But the timing, the situation, and with all the walks lined up, you can almost see it unfold before it happens.

Rue

05-14-2007, 08:05 PM

It stalks the night,
It stalks the day,
It seeks out life and whisks it away,
It's known as death and other things too. But it's all the same, what matters is you. How do you see it? What does it mean? It's best if you know, for Death is unseen. It can take you at day, It can take you at night, knowing death well, can lend you some insight to the depths of doom.
The passage to death, is always unclear and it's best to know that you're very near.
For death is at hand.
It is for us all, know it's face well. Don't stumble and fall but think hard on it and know that it's near.
The meaning of life will become all that much clearer and that is to live for your hearts desire and to burn with fire.
A fire for life to live for each day, to reach for your dreams and goals, no matter what people say.
Live for the moment, and die for it too. For its the moment that counts; It and you.

The Temple has called me back to focus on my service and re instated my original knight as my keeper. A human with Dark Elven traits of all things. I have grown much since he last saw me. It seems timing is everything, and the once traveled path has been shrouded in darkness so I might return to the original one. Each day he keeps watch over me, I wonder if his duty has not become more of a personal matter. Sharing the story of his path that lead him up to this point of his life, makes me wonder if I am not his Fate.

I have not seen hide, nor hair of Lanielle and hope she is well. I have looked for her more then a few times without luck. Same with Linthral though I believe they did not reach the same fate but merely took turns that do not involve me any longer.

Attended a Mystery Ball put on by Rone. my knight in tow of course. It was very well done and enjoyable. I really do need to learn to throw caution to the winds of darkness if I am ever to gain key sleuth skills.

Tick tocking beat has slowed down at least to match the beating of my heart instead of matching the racing of my pulse within my viens holding back my blood thirst...
Oh yes before I forget a side note, I was ... bitten by some wench. My knight did not take kindly to the act and protected me well, but it did leave a bruise on my neck, the puncture wounds barely breaking the skin. I felt odd for some time afterwards however. I am sure it is nothing and not even worth making note of, but just in case. . . it is noted.

Rue

05-22-2007, 02:18 AM

As I sit here, slowly closing my eyes, I take another deep breath and feel the wind pass through my body. Prays escape my lips softly asking the Dark Queen to protect the ones who hold her near and to cradle the flames that consume our souls. I can't stop myself from asking the familiar questions while I pray to her. Where do we go from here? What should I do when I just don't know? Why do I dream when my thoughts mean nothing but to follow my fate? When will I learn to control it all? Please O dark Queen Eorgina give me the vision to show me the way. Show me the way. . .

Embracing the darkness I wait and know the ticking goes on.

My path continues a little steadier, the temple work begins to consume some time. A request to convert has been presented to me and my knight by a pair of sisters. These sister appear to be (by all possible research) just the opposite of what they desire. My knight is willing and I might of been as well, but the conversation I held with my teacher not to long before this gave me reason to pause. I wonder if there is some truth to his concerns. What does my teacher know? He hides in Icemule from the rest of the world and its affairs. Such affairs as the inquisitor within in Sol Haven. Now that was an interesting experience. It gave me a torn feeling about the Imperial. The tyranny of it was admirable.
The inquisitor managed to gain his answers and only two people were jailed. One other should of been, but he did prevail with some interesting chaos factors (which I will return to after). I was not present, when the Empress was assassinate. The scene though was portrayed clearly to any that stood within ear shot to hear it as it was told to inquisitor.

"The Empress' procession arrived here on a night such as this one.
There was a stage...there" the human male that was being questioned pointed towards a direction before he continued without giving much to thought to what he was saying, "What transpired at first was as one would expect of an imperial procession gracing itself upon the city. The crowd was rather sizeable giving way to some commotion as an announcement was in the process of being made. Baron Malwind was...there."
The human male then pointed northwards from where we stood, never losing a train of thought as he continued on with the events he witnessed. “He was announcing her arrival. She had just begun speaking when it happened." He paused only for a moment before saying "A figure...in the bay, fired a single crossbow bolt, directly at the Empress"

Inquisitor interrupted to ask, "In the bay, you say?"

However the human male did not seem the least disturbed, only replied a simple "Yes." glancing westward before returning his gaze to the Inquisitor "I know the bay well."
The inquisitor would not be put off by the tone from the human male and dryly said something to the effect that the speaker did have that air about him. The human male still continued waggling his tongue how After that...he remember little else. How it was chaos and how he immediately went to the skiffs to attempt to find the assassin.

About this point the inquisitor seem to loose interest in the conversation he was having as well as with the very folks that had gathered to watch, he simply wandered off.
The chaos factor the horrible slinking creature made was the fact that the Empress could of possibly not been the Empress with as much make-up as she had on and with the distance of her viewing. I wonder if anyone else caught that little insinuation.

Side note to show there is still a whimisical side to me. I attended a scavenger hunt at Silverwood Manor. There was a list of twenty items we had 30 minutes to retrieve. My Duty outweighed my attendance and I stopped to raise. This along with the getting lost while retrieving one of the items, made me 10 minutes late. The other entries gracefully allowed me to still be entered. I tied for second place in points and won a beautiful parasol.

Note also 3 new ripples move from another center.

Rue

06-22-2007, 02:42 AM

How long has it been? So much has happen, and I let it slip through the pages without a word.
No poetry, no recall, no pray, nothing but empty darkness. The flame went out and the spark flashes, over and over begging to be lit again.

Communion twice, both without much to speak of. Nice ceremony but lacking fire.

Saw the general of Palastra . . . my Knight did not take his side, however, as time passes I see the point the general was making more and more valid.
I will have to drag out my notes and organize them here to make the warnings clearer. The story is long, yet important and each day become clearer and clearer.

I find myself attempting to prolong the inevitable. This includes signing the petition at the museum. The arch is sealed and the artifact is beyond reach. I had two skilled pickers attempt it to go beyond the barrier.

On a side note, My dark knight has gone missing. Word reached he is ill, but not the messenger refused to share exactly where he was laid low at or what has him beyond the touch of an empath. Perhaps it is Eorgina's way to punish me yet again.

I just do not feel the spark. Silence caresses my flesh, not even the ticking breaking through.

Only the damn slaver makes me twitch, as I move forward. The words of a passing sailor softly remind me of who I once might of been. It is no longer important who I once was. Only who I become.

Rue

07-05-2007, 02:47 AM

Is it possible? The pieces are there to the puzzle, why can I not see the picture?

scribbled notes roughly outlined
Despana's return

It will not end as it did before, however

Dharthiir seeks to enlist the aid of Morvule

The resulting civil war will leave nothing but shattered remnants of life scattered here and there in Elanthia.

What can be destroyed, can be rebuilt in her image, I would not oppose such, were it her will.

Morvule would not allow it. The war would become Despana and her hordes versus Eorgina's apprentice

Luukos has his own agenda

Dharthiir acts on his own will

unaware of the Grandfather's foresight

And the war will become deific

Despana's awakening, and Morvule's being put back to sleep...

Luukos needs chained

remind her the Grandfather is there.

As she did in going to Lornon.

But were she to ask the Grandfather, he would've said "You have a greater vantage on the bitch from her house than you do from yours

And perhaps Koar would not have to die

the Grandfather already knows her plans, and has figured out a few details.

All she need do is remember what works. Remember that her advisor... her counsel... is there

while she was unnoticing of the Grandfather's foresight... it would've been necessary. But if you find a way to even say his name in her presence, it will no longer be so

She has never gone against his council prior... I would be willing to bet it's because he does not give bad council, and she is indeed as wise as a queen should be

You see.. I make no mistakes. I make experiments

Only as the Grandfather would have me do

And as your queen will show you... She also listens.

Fash'lo'nae is no king

At last I have managed to make some notes in events spoken on some time past, it still might not be to late. I can almost put the various pieces to the puzzle into one . . . seems as if something is alluding me still.

Rue

07-15-2007, 04:01 AM

I once heard it said~

Within our hearts, our silence, our dreaming passions
We grapple with this rose of our discontent
To kiss the petals, embrace the thorns, lose yourself in the scent
Let go of waking days and turn your face to the night
In the loving darkness, the white rose blossoms

Rue

07-20-2007, 09:53 PM

What to write. . .
Should I speak of the challenges from the darkness or the curse of Ivas pleasures. . . or the passing of the one who served Onar, (no matter how brief it was),or perhaps the human priest, I can't leave him out. I believe he served Voln of all things and I think it was the longest ago in passing, and one of the strongest things still set in my mind.

He spoke of renouncing his faith with koar, of reading scrolls deep inside the temple in the place that doesn’t like people to enter. This was where he came across a dark book that he read. This book changed him even as he stood before me I could see how he changed with each moment of time passing.
He was only talking to me to pass the time on the way to Teras. His reasoning seeded deep from with in the pages of that book. The darkness that grips his soul was like a lovers caress. I felt envy for a moment.

Soon I will be leaving for Teras as well. Gathering the things rumored one needs most. Light clothing, something to swim in and darts. Of course, I will bring my siegery pieces as well in hopes of finding a game. If anything it will bring me closer to the community and perhaps help me relocate the intriguing Priest.

The last thing to put in order before going is attend a dinner after the festival. (I really need to stop shopping.) Somehow I get the feeling that this is a part already played out and along the lines of predicable in the circle of my fate.

On a side note, since I have taking up with a new bed warmer, his dominance is growing in the effect he has within me. I managed to sprout daemon horns and turn into something that isn't quiet myself when I'm with him. On occasion, mentioning of my knights disappearance comes to surface, including the whispering of my hand being the one who sent another to poison him. With out proof, it is nothing more then warmongers seeking to discredit me. He did have a reputation of disappearing often. . . anyone could ask around to learn thus. Hmmmm looking out of the window, and then back down to these pages, it has become apparent that I have taken to rambling on and on with to much more to add.

This will have to do for now, with luck I can try my hand at more pages sooner then later to including more.

Rue

08-08-2007, 03:16 AM

Dark within me, Dark without,
How shall I ever be in doubt,
There is no place where I may go
and not feel the shadows embraces me, and not know,
I am Her vision and her ears.
So through the harvest of my years
I am the sower and the sown
She herself unfolding so that I become of my own.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~

A few notes to make-
The block party in the landing has started! Due to temple duties, I was unable to make the first of the events, which was put on by the house I just joined, Moonshine Manor. But as luck would have it, I did managed to attend House Sovyn's event the following evening. I joined up with a Bard as a partner and split a purse of one million silvers. Eorgina must be proud. We collected 24 symbols, one for each · Pantheon of Liabo· Pantheon of Neutrality· Pantheon of Lornon. Tonight House Brigatta held a Riddling Contest
which was done well. More then a few riddles stumped people, or at least made them think.

I idly cut a flame stalk,
And blew therein towards the moon,
I had not thought what ghosts would walk
with shivering footsteps to my tune.

I went, and knelt, and scooped my hand
As if to drink, into the brook,
and a faint figure seemed to stand
Above me, with thy bygone look.
I lipped rough rhymes of chance, not choice
I thought not what my words might be,
There came into my ear a voice
That turned a tendered verse for me.

I heard that from Thomas Hardy, it seems to fit.

Sean of the Thread

08-08-2007, 03:27 AM

I was really expecting a preggerz announcement this entry. :(

Rue

08-16-2007, 11:05 AM

Genetic wisdom, indeed, suggests that social structures long established should not be discarded with frivolous reasons and transient causes. The ecstasy of mutation is equally balanced by the pain. Accordingly all experience show that members of any race are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, rather than to discard the forms to which they are accustomed.

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, all pursuing invariably the same destructive goal, threaten the very fabric of self and the serene harmony, it is the right,and it is the time to drop out of such morbid covenants and to evolve into a new social structure.

No problem can be solved from the same consciousness that created it .

Personal Notes:
Attended more block party fun.

Twilight Hall hosted "Blow Up the Bard" and "Musical Stones"
The bard one was curious, and left me with empty pockets. The muscial stones was much more fun, even though I lost this one as well.

Managed to do poorly at the riddle contest put on by the House Brigatta , but still enjoyed myself completely. Riddles are funny like that, they always seem to leave you wishing for more. So I have been thinking, Perhaps everyone needs a riddle from time to time.

Today's Riddle . . .
What can be broken with just one word?

The Elanthian Performance Troupe played "Sack of Stories" in which I took third place. . . My sack contained an acantha leaf, an engraved gold thimble, a half-crushed ithzir skull, a flagon of pus colored fumous milkrum and a ceramic bottle.
And my story went something like this. . .

I was passing the temple where a woman knelt weeping. Over and Over she wept, fore longing looking at her husbands poor burial box. .. . How shoddy his clothes looked, and that he adorned no riches of any sort.

She glanced over and saw that there was another gentle man laying in a fine burial box, all dressed in fancy clothing and adorned in many riches. His nails even appeared manicured..

The woman began to weep again harder. This time it was loud enough to bring the attention of a young priest who stood in the shadows. When the woman seen him, he tried to hide, but it was to late. He barely had time to hide the flagon of pus colored fumous milkrum behind his back as she rushed towards him.

“Oh priest please please, Help my husband. I am to poor, but I will offer you this engraved gold thimble that’s been in my family for ages for payment, if you just help me out.”

The priest stood staring in disbelief at her but unable to say little else he just agreed to help the woman out in exchange for her thimble. But she had to go fetch him some acanthi leaf and return in a half hour.

The woman was so pleased she rushed away from the priest and out of the temple, nearly tipping over a ceramic bottle off its peddle stool.
A half hours time went by and she returned, the Priest had done as he promised. He stood in the corner, still in the shadows where she found him before, but this time playing with a half-crushed ithzir skull, waiting for her.

Before she could take more then five steps she spotted her husband and the changes. It caused her to fall to her knees, dropping the leaf as she saw to her amazement that her husband now adorned fancy clothing, looked just as attended to and wearing riches in a fine burial box.

She thanked the Priest over and over, “Thank You so much! …. Thank you Thank you,Sir!!

Silence filled the room for a few moments as she started to look around. As she stood and walked over to the Priest to hand him the leaf and thimble. She had to ask him. Just had to….

"Priest, How did you do it? How did you manage this?"

He just smiled at her and said, “for a piece like that? I just swapped the heads on the body”

Rue

08-30-2007, 09:58 PM

What can be broken with just one word?
silence

The more there is of it, the less you see it. What is it?

Asha

08-30-2007, 10:13 PM

Dark.

Rue

09-06-2007, 01:28 PM

Sometimes I think it is just the ideal of something that you want so bad, that makes one willing to sacrifice the truth of what they need in order to get it. Is it considered giving someone the benefit of the doubt or is it lying to yourself?, or is it just making assumptions? Where does someone draw that line.

Pretty words with actions falling short. If the ideal is tossed aside then there is no expectations to meet and none to be met. Embrace the darkness and hide the secret there.

Burn all evidence. Watch the fire engulf it and may the ashes be tossed in the wind to join with the other ashes spewing from the volcano. Give up on such folly and try to be normal. . . whatever normal is.
__________________________________________________ ______________

Amazing how a little sleep depravity brings out things from the back of your mind. Something of a light resembling a flickering flame and by morning it is nothing more then a few embers. It isn't the first time I have said I will not walk a certain path again.

Rue

09-06-2007, 05:47 PM

::scribbled quickly at the bottom of the last page:::

The more there is of it, the less you see it. What is it?Darkness

What is dark but made by light?

ViridianAsp

09-06-2007, 05:48 PM

Shadow

Rue

09-17-2007, 09:34 PM

Each time I go to put down something, I feel it just doesn't seem as if there is anything to put down but scribble. The betrayals, the seductions, the shadows and the thieves all pale to the same darkness that cloak themselves in my world. I stretch my hand, I offer salvation, and all are content in the darkness.

But something has happen, and as word reaches my ears and something courses through my own veins, I find I should sit and make note before it is to late. I have never feared death. Nor do I now. It is however, amazing what one can live through. Recently, I purchased a home in Mist Harbor. It has taken me some times to give it a look that is suitable for its purpose but finally located a table that would fit into place, in Illastim. Dragging the Bard along with me, we decided to stay a few days after the long travel. I awoke early one day, and left my room to sit at the fountain as I did in my youth when I tried to figure out who I was. Call it nostalgia if you will. The evening sun was grasping with its last rays of light as the torch flames began to ignite the night. The contrast of shadows around the fountain made me smile to myself as I approached and stood at the edge of the crowd to watch. I felt confident I blended in. Except somehow I must of stood out. A man lauped over to me and offered a potion, a violet hazy potion that gleamed under the torch light. I refused to purchase it, yet the man continued on and on how it would bring me closer to my dark Queen, how it would answer all my dreams. Regardless how I refused the man would not go away and turned to others in the crowd to pay for the potion for me. The one who gave the ruby for it, told me in our own tongue what a fool I would be to drink it. I took the potion and stuck it in my pocket without any intention of drinking it at all. Days had past and I had return to the landing. Discussion had surfaced regarding the liquid yet I paid little attention. I had moved onto Teras, and the potion got mixed up with other potions, and before a hunted I took a sip. Imagine my surprise when I did feel the surge of power course through my veins. To make a long story short, I drank the whole potion over a weeks time. I am experiencing very little side effects compared to others.
The first attack was stomach cramps, and the second. . . the touch of the air suddenly became an agony, and it made me claw at my face in an attempt to remove the sudden burning sensation. But in time it subsided. The waves of alternating heat and cold peaked once more, then the lingering vestiges of the sensation faded. My heartbeat slowed to normalcy, and muscles that were unconsciously clenched, relaxed throughout my body.
The last attack was when I became a little worried. None of it has killed me as it has done with other, praise Eorgina. I think the fact I keep a good resistance up helps. Its been more then a few days since the last time I had any side effects.

Other things have transpired as well that should be noted,

Upon my return from Teras, I was sitting upon a roof top with an old time friend catching up on his life since the last time we had chatted. He was experiencing some different kinds of problem. I am not sure how he gets himself into these things. Going over the spine to fetch some herbs for his wife's potion, he was arrested for a crime he did not commit. He blames society and the fact he is a half breed, but this seem wrong. Just out of the darkness they snatched him and locked him up? He had to bribe his way to freedom. . . . and then find the item he was accused of stealing and place it on another body (which he turned into a corpse) to insure they did not seek him out. That should of been the end, however, it wasn't. He is still hunted of sorts. His wife killed on his pursuit to be free, anyone close scared away.
But why? I must admit, I only listen to his story with half an ear cause my friend is full of doom and gloom and the darkness is not that for me. To me it is the embrace of so much more. But before much else was said, as he reached the end of his tale, he became... distraught.... jumpy, and kept turning his head as if he saw something. I turned and could not catch it till he dragged me down off the roof top to another room where something in the shadows did catch my eye. A low voice near me whispered, "You should beat it. Be terrible if somethin' were to happen to ya around here."
My eyes must of widen for a second, cause the breed I was with told me to get out now, run as far away as I could. But I am no coward. My eyes did not widen out of fear but out of surprise that someone could be so brash as to think I would listen to them. I barely listen to those that know me let alone a voice in the shadows. The friend spoke how I knew of nothing going on, I listened to his whole story and still I did not know what was going on? What did he leave out? About then, a blue wolf entered quietly to rub against my leg, as I reached down to pet it. . .
A hand Suddenly grabbed me by the collar and jerked me backwards! A voice whisped hotly in my ear, "Hello, mouse.." and a sack was thrown over my head as what felt like several pairs of feet and hands began to work me over!

*POW* *BIFF* *THWAP*

I could feel myself being dragged away!

After what seems like a good distance, the sack was removed and I was tossed unceremoniously to the ground!

A low voice growled, "Now keep yer distance."

Grasping for my bearings, stunned to the point I could not move, covered in slime seeping out of several pipes a fire salamander came to have a bite of me to eat. As I lay there, thinking death would not be long, the blue wolf once more appeared and as it growled a swirling mist developed around the surrounding area till out stepped a male that has been keeping my company for some time of late. He seized me up from the muck and sliced the salamander cleanly in two.
I will never be able to express how happy it made me feel in that moment to see his face full of concern standing over me.

The Dhe'nar male has become even more protective as the days pass, I only write now cause I wish not to forget. The half breed friend keeps a distance, but we think often to one another. Due to the side job of task and a little shopping I have returned to Illistim. While there, I hope to learn more.

What is more invisible then an invisible man?

Slit-eye

09-20-2007, 04:34 AM

Some would say... it sounds as if you were in the wrong place at the right time.

Your answer, of course, is the shadow of an invisible man.

You've been missed, but not forgotten.

Lin

Rue

10-02-2007, 05:55 PM

Tick . . . Tick. . . Tick. . .

I just want to sit here and scribble. Nothing more then that would tickle my fancy. Just words of sweet poetry swimming in my mind while jagged shards of glaes rip through my viens. The flesh grows moist, even still, with just a thought. But anything that good, is not right. So would that make it evil for being so . . .good?

Something is wrong.
It's more then just something wrong.
In more then one place. The ripples just don't feel right. Something is out of place somewhere.

Things of note:

Early festivies had started in the landing, roaming my way through the lands I managed to make it back in time to join some of the fun and feel extremely dumb! History, always has my rapt attention. But to remember it? To have it make sense in time? Lets just say it's not my best suit. I am still learning much and I doubt I will ever regain enough memory to recall these lost battles and rich moments in history. The first of the Trival game, I did not play, but watched as the bard gave it a good run for their coin. The questions were hard! I had scribbled a few down, but due to a night of zealous rum drinking, they seem to have gotten used for something more immediate.
The second trival game event was again one the bard and I attended. That one was a little funner actually, though a little more brutal. . . The rules were written, and the risk worth the cost. . .so of course, I joined in. After a shock and a jolt, I'm not so sure the risk was worth the cost. But the whispers were sweet, and the host was a giggle while vixens played havoc. Much fun was had and the bard even manage to live through the whole thing, gaining a wonderful prize.
I managed to attend one more event, it was a flag chase of sorts. Was a touch late going to it, but made it just in time to make team,. . . A giant, a bard and a priestess. (Somehow there is a joke in there cause we ended up in more then a few travens but that was later). We got the clues and we got a time and the race was on. However, sadly, no one kept good track of the time. We got most the flags from the clues but due to unforseen things crossings in our path during the rush around, we failed to make it in the time alloted. We did try to return, but apparently the same devious rum that ruined my trival notes might of been our down fall on the time. Still was a very fun go at it. Must of been the team.

Other events transpired but always something prevented my attendance.
Enough somethings that I ran away back to Teras.

Perhaps its the idea of what is wrong. Need to define. . . wrong.

What is nothing but holes tied to holes, yet is as strong as iron?

Savageheart

10-02-2007, 06:03 PM

A chain

Rue

10-09-2007, 04:24 PM

The wrongs and the rights,
the lies of delight,
where sweet secrets the dark keep

What does a person have to know before teaching tricks to a dog?

Celephais

10-09-2007, 04:24 PM

A dog.

Rue

10-15-2007, 04:29 PM

For some reason, it is hard to write down things lately. Not from lack of something to say but from lack of ways to say it and remain true to what I say even when deep within my cups of rum. I can stream nonsense this once and still not hide what is inside.
Darkness mask my fears for the future sneers
Try as I might, it lurks always so near.
Breathing down the nape of my neck, the teeth's edge gliding along causing me fright to take flight every night. I know the ripping will come, I can taste the blood as music begins to drum. Hands will keep track of time upon the body as it withers and turns about without reason or rhyme.
Embrace it as if it was a new found darkness that holds no secrets within its endless boundaries.
Then as the wolf howls and another joins in and then more and more as the music echoes into the night, sharing the knowledge that someone else is out there is in their guise. Standing unopposed, unquestioned, and unrealized.
O look so deep in the mirror, take a look inside, your body spins a different song, there's things your eyes can not hide. You have gone mad And if you need, kiss Me, and go until you feel you can trust me.
Deceivers and believers dance with disgrace at the idea of an embrace
To be willing is to be free
To serve is to be strong
Kneel before me and hear the demon scream a song. Watch over and feel the jealousy thing begin its reign
Jealousy from others and not from your side. Jealousy of those who watch from the light and do not abide
Face the mirror and look within, why are the windows of your soul telling on you so?
Is it the voices in your head that you hide, to late they have come inside.
Pick and choose your role, cause sooner or later everyone will know.
But will they know it as darkness, or is it to be colored gray or is it just to be accepted for what the light shows and proclaim it all was always that way. The world has become so numb, I can feel you there. Always the sudden strange feeling of being watched out of no where. I choose the road less traveled to share into the depths of darkness that mask my fears here.
Come inside, come inside.

What does a person have to know before teaching tricks to a dog?
More then the dog.

What is easy to get into but hard to get out of ?

Savageheart

10-15-2007, 04:35 PM

Trouble is and mischief made, cheshire grin and wicked play.

Little Daemon.

The other answer is of course a maze.

But if you want to get creative with it...

Handcuffs, thongs, bindings of any sort really... and my personal favorite a swimming pool full of pudding.

chillmonster

10-15-2007, 09:12 PM

You must know a trick to teach it to a dog.

And a debt could work for the second riddle.

serra7965

10-16-2007, 07:25 PM

What is easy to get into but hard to get out of ?

For me it is always trouble....

Rue

10-30-2007, 04:38 AM

What’s the matter, Priestess. . . Andelas have you by the pen?
To many things rush by and I rush through them so I can rush though another one. So entries are behind, and as much as I would like to leave them behind. . . I need to tell a circle of sorts and not just jump to the now.

This one is for me more then anyone that finds these. I just feel the need.

In the start, things were fresh and new. Even smiling was done out of instinct cause baring your teeth always brought despair. Few took the time to speak to someone full of questions, let alone attend some of the gala's that pop up everywhere with someone so lost and actually seeing things for the first time. I made a friend. Still a great friend, one I will never understand but one I adore. He agreed to take me to this wine festival of sorts. I knew nothing of shopping and proper etiquette, I only knew of things to attend and new experiences. I am not sure if he ever liked going to these things with me or not, but he attended most every time I asked him to. Even after the grape crushing event.
I still have to laugh when I think back to it. I can not remember who any of the people that there were, they are vague images at the edge of my mind. That moment in time had a profound echo through my whole life. . .
I stood watching the others, so easily perform . . . my speech still uneducated from lack of experiences, and things were always a wonder to look at and touch and smell. When it came my turn at this event to crush grapes for wine. . . I striped down to nothing. Not one stitch. I put everything I owned in one neat little knapsack, (the one I still own and use). And handed it to my friend, who stood there just grinning at me from ear to ear. Shamelessly, I did a swan dive into the vat and rolled around. Took third place too if I recall! It was great fun. Afterwards, we wandered down to the creek and washed off innocently enough. I remember the whole thing so warmly.

Time moves on, when my friend suggested I take up in his home instead of the staying at the Inns or sleeping in the garden; it was decide the home was to be next to a river. Not the same creek out in Rivers Rest but one that was close enough we could jump in for fun. Time goes on and on. You live things, you breath them and you hold your memories close as you make more. A year has gone by. Things are changing in my life and I'm not the same girl I was back then. The world is no longer new, the people no longer fresh faces. Some of those faces now hold hard stories and some hold lust, while others still just hold on for life. Knowledge is power, and I always seek more. Time has brought me to a new door and I listen to each task given. I try to keep myself always in check, sometimes I slip still. (Rum will do that to you.) But in a place I wished to keep myself respected and want to be taken seriously. . . an odd thing reminded me of the girl back then. Some one else had attended that grape crushing and shared in that moment and was now my teacher. He even commented on how far I had come. How I can imagine the blush of red that covered me from head to toe must of looked. A Priestess of Eorgina. . . would never. . . but . . I did. I had so much fun doing it too. And now, how far have I come? I still stay in that house near the river. “I have come a long way “ my mind whispers as I stood before one of those that remembered me back then. I stood in awe and in a heavy blush, those words echoing into my mind.

It is the end of one circle and the start of another. I have reached my goals secretly set for myself. I have much to be thankful for and some things not so thankful for. But all hold memories, special times, and lessons. I am still the same girl only with knowledge now. Perhaps the ticking has ceased lately cause it is time for me to start using what I have learned.

Enough. . . . Things of note!

SilverManor threw a Masquerade ball
As the husband and wife danced and chatted with their friends, enjoying the ball, a scene seem to play out for the many guest in attendance. All drank and caroused with one another as couples danced across the floor. Drinks poured freely as the story tellers drew crowds in a room over. And through it all the history of someone’s tragic demise played out before us. A story I would retell easily if I had not already spent to much time with my own musings. The whole of it all was truly something one did not want to miss.

The season of fun had kicked off. Games and balls and daring parties occurred.

Paupers haunted house opened after the drinking party and then was followed by a costume party.
I managed to make it to all three in full bawdiness, already dressed in my costume for the costume party/contest at the end.
I know none of them realized, I had attended showing just how far I have come. That I was actually displaying a warm memory while in my translucent grey glass mask traced with twining gold vines, a spread of pale grape leaves (that I managed to keep in all the right spots), and some wine hued satin slippers. You would think the constant blush that covered me from head to toe might of gave it away. But after the drinking contest? Who knows or even cared what others said or thought, I don't remember much of anything after it. I do know, I didn't wake up next to that judge in the diaper (whew) and I won a prize for ... sexiest costume? 700,000 silvers! One more glass of wine please, then I will start in on the rum. I am to many entries behind with so much going on.

What can you hold without using your hands?

Savageheart

10-30-2007, 11:47 AM

Your breath

Avaya

10-31-2007, 05:28 PM

I enjoy reading your posts Rue- hope you keep them up.

Rue

11-05-2007, 05:35 PM

Quick notes so nothing is lost
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A wise bard shared his insights, something to keep in mind.

Number Eight -- Pay it forward. I am the sum of the people I have known, the repository of their teachings. If in some way or another, you neither teach those who came after you, aid those who have less than you, nor contribute anything to the commonweal, you are a drone, and you might as well be dead. The very air you breathe and the food you eat come at the expense of better men and women than you.

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A dark bourde gown made of fine Faendryl silk, the gown alternates between deep scarlet and deep ebon hues and is accented with translucent crimson gossamer in select locations. The rich material and lush colors blend together to resemble the darkening core of a flickering flame in hue, accented along the waist with intricate onyx beading. Black worked moons edge the hem, a dusting of crushed black diamonds providing a natural glint in the ambient light.
That gown along with a scorched fire sprite mask, some flame slippers with onyx ribbons and the lovely barbed tail earned me a cool million silvers at the Black Wolves costume party. A fortune telling was offered with a good story telling go around that went around.

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Fortune foretold while I was with the Black Wolves company went something like this. . . .

She huskily told me, "Someone is standing before a mirror. The reflection is hazy....hard to distinguish.' The woman stares hard as she waits and then exclaims "Ahhh....there. It's clearing, and....Oh! Quite a fine figure it is! Jewels, velvet, silk....golden accessories....."
She is almost purring in her husky tone she goes on and on, "Roses....in shades of lavender, creamy white.....dozens in hues of pink, red....Scented. Heavily scented." and with that she wrinkled her nose. "Almost overwhelming. The figure sways....then falls."
The huskiness of her voices goes on memorizing me as I hung on each word. "The flowers are fading.....a breeze.....the roses. No, they're just petals. And the breeze strengthens and swirls the rose petals...hundreds of petals....blowing and...they obscure the vision."

Then the Ardenai Elf with the swallowtail butterfly tattooed on her neck
says, "The mirror represents your life as you've lived it. That it reflects the finery and jewels are an assurance of wealth. However..." she gives pause here, "...roses, vari-colored with overwhelming scents, tell me you'll face death, perhaps many times, and oft be overcome by hints of what's to be. The fog means only that you lack clarity in your quest....whatever quest might consume you. You must look deeper in yourself and better define your goals. Fog is a hindrance only until the sun of knowledge burns it away."
Only until the sun? The SUN? I have no need for the sun. But the rest was food for thought. The door is opening again for me. History repeats itself except this time I will not turn away from it.
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And then the story. . . .

"Now don’t be too long winded, cause half the fun is lettin other folks play too
An the other half of the fun is leavin it hanging so someone else has to try an pick it up!"

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A reminder of who I am. . .

Everything is Knowledge. Knowledge is Power. Power is Everything
A promise of grandeur and power that is both a gift and destiny.
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What has cities with no houses, rivers without water, and forests without trees?

Jayvn

11-05-2007, 11:54 PM

If there's a place you got to go
I'm the one you need to know
I'm the Map
I'm the Map
I'm the Map
If there's a place you got to get
I can get you there I bet
I'm the map!
<3 your posts rue

Rue

11-10-2007, 01:16 AM

Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day...

Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street.

Come with the Mist, come at his call,
Feed him your souls down by the wall.

Curled in his fist, give him your fears,
Stay out late, and give him your tears.

Harvester, Harvester, come out to play,
The crows are all waiting to take you away.

Stupid song is stuck in my head even STILL.

I was hunting in Darkstone and as I knelt down to search for something, without warning, a thick cloak of living blackness descended about me cutting off all sight and sound. For a moment I groped helplessly, a babe in some hellish womb endlessly seeking birth and finding none. Finally the blackness swirls and churns and clears but little comfort does it bring for the scene before is not what I last saw. Endlessly before me, lies some great city, ruined now. Carrion crows pick at still fresh corpses that spill almost at my feet. Some nameless horror has stricken an entire race in one blow to judge by the size of the ruins around me.
Once more the stifling darkness cloaked my eyes and I strained to see even a hint of normalcy. In what may have been minutes or may be lifetimes, I regained my sight and saw the place where I was before the madness swept me away. The person I was with, had not seen it. I stood amazed and confused. The vision still seems to creep into my mind. Most I share the story with say it was just Darkstone. But none else have seen it. I am going to have to research into the history of Darkstone a little more. I believe I have heard the Ashrim elves dieing this way. Which is odd since I recently met one who claims to be just that. Not all of them were in the city. There are a few who managed to be away during the time of slaughter. Timing is odd. I wonder if I am again a tool for someone's fate before finding my own. My own fate still balancing on learning knowledge so I can reach the top of the world.

Echo's of the past keep flooding in. . .history reminding me? My former life trying to seep through and tell me something?

Sitting here reading a bottle of wine's label . . .

I smell with one nose, an ancient black rose,
a memory lingering, briefly exposed.

I see with two eyes, through shadows and lies,
a secret revealing, wrapped in disguise.

I hear with my ears, three fallen tears,
echoing softly, heightening my fears.

I taste with my tongue, my panics begun,
four sides enclosed, melding as one.

I touch with my hands, a sinister plan,
five fingers discerning where I do stand.

I sense with my mind, a thought so unkind,
I’m trapped six feet under in a bottle of wine.

How fitting it is.

Riddle. . . riddle. . . . ahh here,

Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it, but almost nobody takes it.

Jayvn

11-10-2007, 02:23 AM

advice?

Rue

11-18-2007, 12:41 AM

FATE implies an inevitable and usually an adverse outcome.
DESTINY implies something foreordained and often suggests a great or noble course or end.
DOOM distinctly implies a grim or calamitous fate

Where do I start with this entry. In a moments breath nothing is the same.

In the Sacristy of Darkness, gruesome visages stretch in fear and terror, a frenzy display of struggle and flight. Several of Elanthia's most devasting battles are portrayed in a circular tableau, reflecting times of great despair and loss of hope, representing the periods of darkness encountered through history. . . Staring at the walls, my mind asked itself, Is this my time for such things? Turning to leave the room I noticed a scarlet despanal-set urn sitting in a niche and at the base was a wild black rose. The very item I sought. The sign that I waited for. Even time held its breath as it awaited my choice. I did not hesitate. I did not think. I merely acted knowing this time I would not listen to the words of some fortune teller. I would break this cycle and face my fate. Maybe this way, in the end, I might know the truth. The price is the same as last time, but this time I will pay it. Not cause I want to, but because it will only end in the same way over and over again till I break the cycle.

I moved from the room in a daze, holding the wild black rose reverently till I wandered into the Sacristy of Domination. A row of torches behind the throne caste an uneasy, wavering light across the chamber, elongating the sharply-curved barbs into distorted shadows that seem to creep across the floor at my feet making me awaken to where I stood. Instantly I raised my head to gaze upward at the impressive fresco overhead. There Eorgina was pictured in all her bejeweled grandeur, she spaned the length of the ceiling and was surrounded by a banner resembling a ring of flames. Heralded on the fiery circle an inscription reads, "Serve us and we may give our love. Betray us and you might feel our revenge."

I turned with resolve, my jaw line set and my mind now fully aware. The ticking managed to merge into the sound of my slippers crossing the floor as I rushed to the alter. I knelt before the holy structure my fingers instinctively touched the stone, and She acknowledged me. Her form silhouetted in the flames,and the shadows grew across the ceiling. My turn to prove myself has come once more.

That was more then a few days in passing now. The reality of the price I must pay, pains me.

What is more important to a soul? Its tie to its race, serving their needs or the following of your creed, or the moment?
Do the means justify the end or is the end justified by the means?

Take a deep breath,
I wore that wild black rose, upon my ear like a trophy for all to see. None knew it, some admire it but only I and one other understood it. I waited and ticked the time with my slippered feet. I found sweet distractions and kept watch behind a hooded gaze. Then in a moment, at the right time, in a breath. . . .
The Ta'la'hai's words telling me "The Path you are about to begin to walk. Is not one that should be taken lightly.
If you fail Me.
If you question Me.
If you do not live up to My expectations.
You will wish you were dead... a future that will not be promised to you. I do not care about who you are. I do not care about your family, your history, or your blood. As of this day. You are nothing. You no longer exist. Telsas the priestess dies."

How can I have let myself go down this path? I have a good life, why must I push so hard and believe I can change the price I must pay? Why must this be my fate, I do not understand, why can't I, not pay the price. . .

The moment of truth. Out on a balcony resting high atop a tavern and overlooking the center of town. I stare down at the cobblestone path below
in disbelief, the conversation playing over and over in my mind.
My eyes constantly watching without being able to see through the wetness. The truth I was forced to tell had been told. The price paid. He will not follow where I will go.

All things have clicked in place, the ticking is still, the darkness engulfing.

A slight wisp of air lit with an ethereal glow swirled up out of my rose vine anklet, and with an audible sigh, it disintegrated away into nothing. A voice on the wind whispered in my ear, "Life is a cycle, and all that which lives must also die. The cold of winter rules now, but look to the coming again in the spring.

What force and strength cannot get through, I with a gentle touch can do.
And many in the street would stand, were I not a friend at hand.
What am I?

Tolwynn

11-18-2007, 02:11 AM

A key.

Rue

12-05-2007, 04:27 AM

I miss the ticking. The silence of my own thoughts is driving me insane. Mis'ri says "find the bloody council and introduce yourself." These people always claim to be easy to find, but when you go to look for one? Phsaw. At first adjusting was difficult. I have never stayed away from the landing for any extended length of time like this is requiring. I understand the reasoning. The breaking of the will. Except their isolation is more along the lines of neglecting. Meaning, I have already started to rebuild within myself before they have tended to me.

Hardest part was giving up the fix. No soul cradling and no showing of faith. I was no longer a Priestess.

I adhered to that for a long time. I let other clergy cradle the souls, seen the look on their faces as they felt that power of life and death. Something smells odd, you just can't place what it is. . . A taste, you know that taste but again it is just out of your reach. . . But I love the ones I can feel more so. The feel of ancient paper, the runes long forgotten. The field of wildflowers, and the one with pressure at my throat as if it was about to be slit. . . there are more, I can not get enough of the ones I touch. Its a drug.

Things of Note:

The Obsidian Tower held storytelling at its usual time. The first Restday of the month. The topic of discussion was on dogma as presented by Ta'stry'noi Archious. The belief is not one I would disagree with. It is something that tears at me constantly.

The Ta'stry'noi opened with, "It should be noted that the elves as a race do not worship the Arkati as gods. Before any of the other races, the elves studied beneath the Arkati as a child learns from its parents. While each of the Houses has taken patrons, these patrons enjoy a status similar to that of a preferred teacher. They are not worshipped."

But shouldn't they be worshipped? They too go through trail but nothing like the trails mere mortals can understand. They fight on a larger scale, and when the dust settles who do you think will care for those forsaken?
I enjoyed the lecture for the most part, but heard more then one reference that made me twitch. I am not a priestess. I am not a priestess. . . My dark Queen sent me for a reason. I must learn from them. Everything is Knowledge. Knowledge is Power. Power is Everything

One of my favorite parts was when the Ta'stry'noi sarcastically went on to say, "If you die, for a fee, Lorminstra will allow whatever cleric that happens upon your corpse to return your soul to your body. I question if she has anything to do with the process at all. Is it not a pain stealer who heals any wounds? Are there not people with no allegiance to a deity who are capable of raising the dead? Her only confirmable intervention is if no one finds your body and she returns it and your soul to a nearby temple. A service that carries a heavy penance, I might add. " He continued by saying, "Those who know the truth do not pay her out of reverence, we pay her because she exacts a meeker revenge upon us if we have paid the toll." then the Ta'stry'noi pointedly said,"Lorminstra is the perfect example of the Arkati and their continuing efforts to enslave people who do not really require their assistance."

I admit I found it almost all true except, this is still not how I feel I serve My dark Queen Eorgina. When the fall of some of the Arkati comes, I will be remembered for my services. Each soul I cradle, each bless I give, each breath I take, is for the purpose of Eorgina and what is to come. The Dhe'nar are so close to what I would consider perfect followers of Eorgina. I wonder if they realize how they emulate her.

Something important to Note:

The thought that all clergy should hear something at the guild entered my mind. I could not resist. Already once today I broke down and cradled a soul. I missed my life serving the Dark Queen. So I made my way to the Cleric's guild where a group stood around an Erithian woman. I came in on a conversation already taking place.

She was speaking on how her colleague (some human) and her had been trying to extrapolate several pieces of information passed down from the scrolls of Sage Uthex. The woman admitted they had been trying to decipher a particular portion of the scrolls and decoded some of Uthex's works. They believe there is a way to release a very power raw magic and snap it into place within a framework that will allow clerics powerful enough to wield it into a Miracle. She wanted what any of us knew of Sage Uthex and where his workshop might be. It is thought to be a secondary chamber hidden within the monastery. Apparently information regarding the guarding monastery is plenty, yet none on the one in the Broken Lands. What was known from one of the Priest (and I use that vaguely with him) was that,

Years ago, the Sage Uthex Kathiasas was among the greatest researchers and theorists of the time. His research into what he called "a new source of power" was soon twisted and perverted into perilous forms by the subtle influence of the forces of the Undead.

Uthex Kathiasas had used his powerful influence to gain control over a small and remote natural gate leading to another plane of existence. It was in that place that the Sage conducted secret experiments designed to provide his new power with physical form that could serve the needs of the Sages in their struggle against the Undead

Few records of the battle against Uthex Kathiasas and his minions have survived the ages, but it is generally accepted that the Sages easily gained access to his secret workshop. Uthex Kathiasas was destroyed during the ensuing battle, and while the Sages were not able to completely destroy his experiments, they removed what records and equipment that they could, and sealed the gate leading to that location with Runes of Warding

A small monastery was established at the site of the gate in order to provide additional protection and to maintain a watch on the gate. Records of the exact location of the monastery and the gate have been lost or destroyed in ages past
The history is very limited about Uthex, but the Priest knew one more thing that should be noted . . .

Uthex was believed to be Sheruvian, and thus the presence of the monastery.

The Erithian woman added, according to the scrolls, Uthex was on the verge of making a find that would allow those of us powerful enough to wield it to make a deep connection with out deities.

In that instance when we make our connection, and our need is dire, we will be able to beseech them for a Miracle.

The Sage colleague of this woman is adept at ancient rituals and he has said it will require the create spiritual power of all three pantheons to unit in its workings. He has greatly cautioned that we should not seek the aid of Sheruvians.

At the end we all agreed to help and spread the word among other clergy. It is her hope to find some sort of blueprint and comb through the libraries for as much information as possible.

Did I even bother to think this through before speaking up and offering myself in aid of this? I am no longer a Priestess. What will happen if my Mis'ri learns that I have gone to seek power of a miracle for my Dark Queen? I can only hope there is nothing left for me to learn from the Dhe'nar and this is her way of calling me back. The power of a miracle. The pain of death. over and over.

One last Note:

Geeze, this really is to long already to add more, but it seems it should be mentioned regardless. There is. . . the happenings with the Headmaster of The Tri-Arcanum. There is a cult that wants to kill the man. Seems they think there is a daemon within him and want to set him free. But in Theory that would be a bad thing. I wonder if it is a relative. I like the headmaster and all, he is charming in a sick way. But what if this is proof of why I can't remember anything beyond waking up in some strange room. There is much involved, and I am only gaining bits and pieces. I had jotted down notes but the rum at the Pub is so good and my visit so short that I par-took in more then my share. Good News, I didn't wake up with anyone else in my bed. Bad News, I didn't wake up with anyone else in my bed.

Rue

12-05-2007, 12:59 PM

Oh and I forgot the riddle! Silly me. . .

They call me a man, but I'll never have a wife.
I was given a body, but not given life.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath.
Water gives me life and sun brings me death.
What am I?

Rue

12-18-2007, 04:41 AM

There is much to fill a page and more, yet I can not bring myself to this door.
So instead I will just put down a song the Ravenswing taught me on a late night in the Courtyard. It might not mean the same thing as he ment it to be, but it still seems to fit things overall for me.

Built on the grave of its predecessor, surrounded by the barrows of the misted past, and with great Aenatumgana itself as their tombstone, the town of Icemule Trace is no stranger to such tales.

Never mind why we were there, for we recall no more,
Whether drink or reckless play spurred us to dare that door.
But sometimes ancient haunts are forbidden for good cause,
And those who pass through nonetheless shall risk the Jackal's claws

And whither lost friends, whither foes, who left the North behind?
And dearer yet, the loves we've lost; whom we shall never find -
Bereft of every comfort and bereaved at every turn,
In our dark city of the snows, where memories shall burn

A flame of darkest midnight, a charm of shattered dreams --
Throughout the windswept shadows, to hear their level screams,
The phantoms of the folk were all glistening in the light -
And all our dreams of summer's eve are vapor in the night

And whither lost friends, whither foes, who left the North behind?
And dearer yet, the loves we've lost; whom we shall never find -
Bereft of every comfort and bereaved at every turn,
In our dark city of the snows, where memories shall burn

They raised the glasses of despair and drunk down with their blood
All the sorrows of yesterday redoubled in a flood -
Of timeless fears and dreamless nights and portents of the grave -
Of lovers and of love itself, which passes us to save

And whither lost friends, whither foes, who left the North behind?
And dearer yet, the loves we've lost; whom we shall never find -
Bereft of every comfort and bereaved at every turn,
In our dark city of the snows, where memories shall burn

"Believe us when we tell you -" they whispered in the gloom -
“We never meant this fate to come, between us and our doom."

"But as we are your yesterdays, we're your tomorrows too."
"So what we are -- in death's caress -- shall surely come to you."

And whither lost friends, whither foes, who left the North behind?
And dearer yet, the loves we've lost; whom we shall never find -
Bereft of every comfort and bereaved at every turn,
In our dark city of the snows, where memories shall burn

We left that shadowed mansion then, and from that day to this,
We've not spoken of the night we all felt Sheru's kiss.
But scorn our visions as we might as shared and drunken dreams -
Behind the cobwebs of our thoughts we hear their final screams

And whither lost friends, whither foes, who left the North behind?
And dearer yet, the loves we've lost; whom we shall never find -
Bereft of every comfort and bereaved at every turn,
In our dark city of the snows, where memories shall burn

That should cover everything neatly within those verses. It is not always obvious when I write but it reaches several things going on at the time.
__________________________
Last Riddle's Answer was: A Snowman

What falls but never breaks?
What breaks but never falls?

Stanley Burrell

12-18-2007, 07:04 AM

Nieninque

12-18-2007, 07:20 AM

Night falls never breaks
Day breaks never falls.

Ilvane

12-18-2007, 10:14 AM

You know, having met the character as one of mine, I never would have ever imagined that this stuff was going on in her head. It's fascinating.

Rue

01-06-2008, 01:58 AM

I have come to look at things differently as time turns. Before it always seemed to be in circles. I am mistaken, it is the same circle. Except with many doors to go through. Some doors are open, some are pretty, some are ugly, some are closed and others locked and somehow, there is always more then one. All of them requiring some sort of key.

A simple room with lustrous modwir floors and walls of lacquered dark maoral became the stage as I walked through the door. A black marble fireplace remained unlit, its dark hole baring witness to the ritual before it.

I remember the fluid precision, as the hand rose a gilded vultite epee into a high elliptical arc overhead then changing direction, the gilded vultite epee sped cleanly downward and between our bodies only to disappear around his back as he adroitly swaped hands and brought the gilded vultite epee flying over the opposite shoulder within a speck's distance from his ear and landing solidly in the grip of his right hand.

A small draft catches the flame of a carved rose-shaped candle and it flickers brightly.

The faint scent of sandalwood fills the air replacing the lillac one.

Slowly we knelt, no longer in a place of Elanthia, but between the starlight and the darkness. Knowing I would not be able to walk this path again I did not turn away. The chance to know what I was, where my bloodline laid, finally within my grasp.

Our will gathered like a growing storm, the wavering cloud-form shifting to several afterimages at once before coalescing, drawing up tightly, pulsing with joined heartbeats, breathing with joined breath

The bright red liquid-filled vial began to flow into molded thoughts, as the starry motes flowed over it, drawing from it, pouring through it. It did not glow of its own, but remained a core of darkness within the cloud, as the smoky intensity of emotions rung and enfolded my being

I awoke some time afterwards, much of the rest of what happen becomes hazy at best but the knowledge was bestowed upon me and it was not what I expected.

The blood used to test my blood with, came from a strong,well known Dhe'nari and did not mix with mine, I am not of their kind. Apparently it revealed my bloodline comes from another valence all together, exactly *where* and what kind, is unclear. There is a lack of access to the Nea'Suth patterns in Spur, or to the Star charts Astrendum in the Haven on Roissy. Where ever those places are. The idea of my being "summoned," per se, or whether one of my parents was from that other valence would require magic’s of much greater difficulty. It all grows more curious.

Visions into doors as the circle turns-

A looming bastion of mithril stands before me, spiraling up to pierce the few clouds above. The misty air hangs thick and cool against my skin, an effect resulting from two enormous waterfalls pouring over the walls of the tower to land and churn in the moat below. A semi-translucent Faendryl ghost stands sentry over the gates to the tower, leaning easily against an invar Palestra tower shield while a spikestar rests on his left shoulder.

another that reaches me

Curtains of grey velvet hang from the large windows along the walls, allowing moonlight to enter, but blocking the view of the outside world. A red-veined, grey marble pedestal stands in the center of this spacious room, an immense diamond resting in the cone-shaped depression of its center. The diamond, catching the ashen glow of the moon, reflecting a myriad of pale-colored light that glimmers throughout the shrine.

And the other. . .

Tahlad, disciple of Noi'sho'rah, delivers the news to the temple where Noi'sho'rah, now growing older but no less honored, listened with quiet displeasure.

Noi'sho'rah, wise enough to see the inevitable fracture of power within the forming elven houses, counsels Tahlad, showing him secrets of the Arkati that would strengthen him as he endeavors to hold together what could not be held. Then Noi'sho'rah is taking the news himself to the Arkati, informing them of the future failure of the elven nations and the impending disaster that lay before them.

A flash always blinding my minds eye as a voice booms

"Know you that if the elven nation falls, if you fail to follow the true way, the dead themselves shall rise up against you. There shall come one with more power than has ever been wielded and she shall lay your Houses to waste. You shall stand helpless before her, your own petty bickering paving the way for her to take even the mightiest of your cities. Her touch shall be felt for generations and you shall never again rise to the power you had before her arrival. For those that follow the way, there shall be a steady rise in power. The way shall lead them to safety, even in the midst of the greatest danger to face Elanthia. Those who remain firm in the faith will never need fear retribution.

Lose your way and you will feel fire from the heavens. Always though, the way stands open, even for those who have lost it. Return again to your beliefs and you shall regain your favor with the Arkati. I go now to stand with the Arkati, and my eyes shall be on my people always."

"Stand firm in your beliefs"

Something to note:

The temple sent me another knight, but this time they wish for me to train him. This one seems different from the others, he keeps a good distance and seeks the quickest way to gain skills. He has a long climb and needs little teaching as he strides forward with vigorous bloodlust. Between battles, the pursuit of knowledge fills his time, so I barely need to keep watch.

and in the back of my mind their is singing to an old verse that has never had music to it.

Scream for me, little daemon
You said this is what you want
Fingers that tear as well as caress

Scream all night, sweet release
Once this block is broken
Another breaking we’ll undertake

Rue

01-06-2008, 02:02 AM

Forward and forward I go, never looking back. My limit no one knows, more of me do they lack. Like a river I do flow, and an eagle I fly.
Now can you guess, what am I?

Tolwynn

01-06-2008, 02:17 AM

Time.

Rue

01-22-2008, 04:30 AM

Silk wrapped butterfly's are dangerous to eat.
On the wings of a butterfly,
formed of shifting darkness,
emotions, and energy,
manifest with a power

Let your soul be a destiny
That serves to embrace all that would touch it,
And let your soul seek to empower those that it touches,
That which is angelic and virtuous is also demonic and questionable.

Whose side are you on anyhow?
There are sides?
Inside and outside. Leave me out.

Alchemy is an ancient path of spiritual purification and transformation; the expansion of consciousness and the development of insight and intuition through task taught down by the Masters. Alchemy is steeped in mysticism and mystery and becoming a weight.

an ancient memory surfacing in a dream or just a bad meal at Moonshine Manor.

An opening in the forest reached, he looked out before him and saw a mass of orcs, swarming straight for him. He could not recall even travelling that fast before, how had he gotten ahead of them? Steeling himself and drew forth every ounce of what had been building in him since ... the morning of the inn? Since he had lost his lovely wife, reborn now into the evil woman she had become. Hate and loathing filled his pure, honest veins. Hate for everything dark and evil. He did not even notice that he did not stand alone. For him, all that stood on this battlefield was The Tribunal's Wrath, and those that would die to it.

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Pretend you are a clever thief charged with treason against the king and sentenced to death. But the king decided to be a little lenient and lets you choose your own way to die. What way should you choose? Remember, you're clever!

AestheticDeath

01-22-2008, 05:23 AM

Old age

Rue

02-09-2008, 06:18 PM

So far behind in entries. I have no excuse to offer either. But if anything is going to make sense when I reflect, I have to start back with what I have learned about the man and his demon. So with a full well of ink and half a bottle of rum and quill in hand. . . . I guess its time to begin.

By keeping track of him, I am drawing closer a possible answer to why, or where I come from. I have lied to myself way to long. The whole . . . It no longer matters who I was, only who I am, is a bunch of lies I keep whispering to my soul, including that the sound of that horrid ticking has stopped. I have only managed to ignore it, until now.

Instead of wasting time rambling and adding a coating of pretty words, I will get to the meat of what is going on.

It all goes back to the youth of a 2000 year old Dark Elf. We all have those moments in time were we loose control of ourselves. His was a fit of jealous and he tried to kill his brother, except the love of his life got in the way and ended up dead instead. When his farther found out, he tried to help him by covering up the act, but somehow, the authorities still managed to learn of it all. Both were then imprisoned and his father was executed. In his hour of need. . ., ( I know this as if somehow I as there in his cell with him, seeing it all transpire) he knelt down and called out to the darkness, seeking aide. I can feel the pounding of his heart, the racing of blood in his veins, and hear the harshness of his voice as he called out to the darkness offering all that he was and had. There he stuck a bargain. I do not understand exactly what came to him. I want to believe it was a demon, but till I see it for myself, I dare not hope. For now it is merely a dark entity, . . . chaos. . . power! The thing stuck a bargain with the dark elf and together, over a span of many life times of mere mortals, they grew in strength and power.

Now somewhere down the line, this dark elf , of course, used his power to keep his dead beloved in a stasis of sorts. Somehow, and I am not sure I really want to know how it was done or is possible, but there was a child made. The child was kept alive and brought to term. The dark magic involved must of been given to him from the demon, for a reason of its own. At any rate, the male babe was sent away and raised by someone else and was never told who his farther was. The woman, of course, went insane while in this void. Who wouldn't? But when this happened, and time had passed as it will, this half demon-half dark elf, no longer wanted her. He wanted another. (And males call us fickle.)

Now the story gets a little hazy for me to relate, but the new woman that this possessed dark elf had turned his so call love to, had to die, (and I am not sure die is exactly correct here) cause the other woman he loved . . . wanted to come back and couldn't be allowed to pass into this world. Is she still in that void? I do not know. But I do know apparently that when my friend,(the woman this thing had fallen in love with now), returned she brought something back with her, a guardian of sorts, to restore balance to the fabric of things.. a balance offset by the existence of this demon and his counter part in this world. The Guardian told them that this son was never meant to be born and because of that his path lay outside fate somehow

Now, this was all told to me in a smoky pub between friends and some of it is pieced together from others that frequent the pub. The group involved in all of it have been very clear about their dislike of this half demon-dark elf, for more then one reason. Each has a story and loyalties they abide with.

I am going to just skip a lot of it, due to the fact, it would only confuse things that need to be kept clear.

What is happening currently, is more important. It is what is bringing me closer. The son of this half demon and half dark elf, has learned of his heritage. I have met the son only once. He spoke to a piece around his neck often as if it was his mother contained. I do not think this is possible, but then again, with dark magic, who knows especially when demons are involved.

So, now that all that is said and done. . . A few weeks pass, or maybe a little longer then that. . .

Their was a struggle apparently between the demon and the old dark elf and the son.
The son managed to take the demon/entity from his father. (For a male with no fate, that’s pretty impressive use of power.)
He now holds the keys to everything that his farther once did.. his minions.. his citadel… and the strength of a demon within. The whole process left the son and his dark entity weak for now.. because circumventing that much energy and space...well its a drain on even the strongest of beings no matter how dark. The only thing I really understand right now.. is that, in changing that one thing.. . The change from one to another has changed everything. There is more to add. But my hand is cramping and I am out of rum.

There are things of note to put in still too. But they will have to wait. I will add more with in a few days.

I come in a variety of forms from silver to stone, I am a bottomless container for flesh, blood and bone. What am I?"

Rue

02-13-2008, 12:29 AM

Days are passing quickly, the sun rises and I rest; the moon takes it's place and I am off to seek the secrets that will be revealed to me. So quickly have things started to move I fear there is never enough time to write them down to keep track of what transpires.

A pirate seer who was used as a blood sacrifice was once saved by a man that has recently seen that he was killed. The seer was once employed by the old dark elf to watch. . .to see. . . and to learn what was coming. The seer is dead now, so the son and his new power/demon can not use him. Why take all that effort to save a man and then have him killed in such an elaborate fashion?

A group went to the Citadel, the reasons are still unclear. None seem as if they wanted to go, and no matter how I tried, I was not given a chance to follow. When they returned, all were pale, and one was missing. She did show up a few days later. But she was not the same. I heard her and the man speaking at the gates. I am sure she did not remember anything. And as far as I can tell, she was offered nothing. As time passes, however, she has changed more then any of the other group. No matter how they begged her, she did not reveal any new information.

The other thing I forgot to mention on this circle of thought is there is a cult that worships the demon... and its high priest is currently the father of one of the pub's regulars.

That should bring everything up to date regarding the demon. Well almost.
I should include that the old dark elf has tried to gain my . . . trust? His timing is amazing. I broke down and explained to him the dangerous games I have been playing and brushed over the echoing circles as they have developed. I did not go into detail. But I most likely said to much. I only did it because. . . because. . .
Well how do I explain this one. So far behind in making records of what has happen that each cause and effect bleeds to another effect and cause.

Things of Note:

I have taken to teaching classes on each Restday. I was hired on by the Tri-Arcanum and will be hosting a six part class on the workings of the spell Holy Receptacle. The detailed schedule has been announced on the town hall's bulletin.
So far I have lived through teaching two classes.
I do not think I am meant for teaching regardless what I thought I knew in the way of Holy Receptacle. It seems there is always a student that constantly manages to make me realize I am clueless. Yet the Headmaster still encourages me.

Attended as an usher at the Poison Lecture. All were invited to hear a lecture on poisons, presented by a Nalfein expert. Not only did she cover the various flora and the dangers lurking in their petals and stems, but she relayed a number of tales regarding creative poisonings of the past.
It was extremely informational, and I might of learned a few more creative ways to poison future knights the temple keeps sending to me. . . I mean if I was to poison them that is. My favorite story told was about how a woman decided to be rid of her daughter-in-law, using a knife coated with poison on only one side of the blade. She cut a portion of meat in half, serving her daughter-in-law one side, and taking the other for herself

I attended the Obsidian Tower Storytelling with the Dhe'nar. The topic of discussion was the attacks and tactics of the Grimswarm. Access to Tower grounds was restricted as usual and the tension heighten when I showed up. I do not think any of them expected to see me. I was suppose to be teaching class but due to lack of interest, I let my curiosity get the better of me. Of course, I knelt and spoke the words I have been trained to speak and even with my head tilted down, I could feel the stares all upon me. I do not think they were pleased to see me nor did the events that follow get any better. . . but I will elaborate more on that later. There is more important notes to keep . . . the grimswarms. . .

Of their actual numbers, no one can tell much in terms of exacts.
They've a means of assembling swift bands to attack nearly all points of civilization at will and disappear just as readily. They've Trolls, Giants, and Orcs all under their banner, along with rumor of Ogre. It would seem the Giants are among their best fighters. Groups of their number ambush those fighters who they believe of equal skill. Their perceptions seems to be highly suspect. What is remarkable is the breadth of their abilities. Among every race you will find every manner of magic imaginable. It has been observed that another lesser race have been menaced by the Grimswarm. The Kobolds.
In their mines and in their towns they have been slaughtered an a most amusing scale. The screams of their dead and dying reached as far as the Landing proper. It is a theory that these Grimswarm attempt to either search the mines of the Kobolds, or to take possession of them for their own. Raw materials and ore will be required to sustain a prolonged campaign as large as the Grimswarm's. Though somehow I believe we haven't enough knowledge to guess the true intents of their army. Governments both on this side of the spines, and the other both believe that their is definitely some form of powerful magical aid supporting the Grimswarm. Though it most certainly denotes an organized support of magical aid.

This was followed by my returning to teach my class and then an invasion. ( the details I am leaving out are for another time to reflect upon. Such as teaching a class two hours later then it was scheduled for.)

As if to answer my confusion. . . Eorgina heard my prays in my time of death and need.

I beseeched Eorgina for some divine assistance.

Crisp and commanding, the air around me took on a bitter cold that cut sharply at my spirit. Ruby red flames laced with silver suddenly appear upon my prone form and burn with a cold energy that did not scorch nor sear. The wind stirred into a vortex that stole the light of the flames, and I heard a sharp command demanding that I rise. Suddenly, the wind was gone.

I got an increased feeling of well being.

I felt a sudden jolt of nothing short of the raw power of divine intervention. For some reason, I could not bring myself to move quite yet, but felt relieved nonetheless.

I had a reading done by a gypsy prior to all this. But since the telling is already to long, I will save it to reflect on next entry along with anything else missed

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I come in a variety of forms from silver to stone, I am a bottomless container for flesh, blood and bone. What am I?
A ring.

What is the greatest Elanthian-wide use of rolton hide?

Tolwynn

02-13-2008, 12:36 AM

Holding roltons together.

Rue

02-21-2008, 02:53 AM

My Fortune:

The message is as shadowy as a moonlit night. . .
Pay attention to your dreams and your intuition.
Face your fears, even if you do so a little at a time.
Attend to your soul.

My inspiration:

Beautiful, accomplished, clothed in wealth beyond measure and as insightful a politician as was ever born. Her fans and followers adored her. And her stature was magnified by the presence of her love at her side during many of her receptions. Only to him was Eorgina ever known to acquiesce.

There was, however, another faction of Arkati who were less than persuaded by Eorgina's influence. Among the group were some who held substantial power.

Things at a glimpse-

A thunderstorm rages disconcertingly close to this rooftop perch. Peering through the battlements, the Sentoph mountains are visible, clouds obscuring the tops of their peaks. Looking westward, you can make out the shape of a large castle set into a far mountainside, waiting at the end of a long trail. A wide path winds between the battlements and a tall obsidian wall that follows the circle of the tower's curvature. An enruned rolaren door serves as the only entrance into the high inner wall
"Are you a Dhe'nar, or are you pakra'a?"
"I am not either. I came to you to find out"
"Then you choose Pakra'a."
A sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...then gestured. A void rips open in the area, directly above!
Sucked into the void! Rather abrupt decompression caused an explosion
Billions and billions of tiny bits of flesh shower everything.

Blasted into a thousand pieces, remains sped through a limitless void for several moments before the feeling of tugging by some unseen force. Falling rapidly when abruptly the remains come to a crashing stop in Town Square Central.
Death was not the pain that seeped into the remains to sting, as much as the act of being released did. It still sits unwell.

As well as~

The demon wants to hurt them by destroying their loved ones. One is the son of redemption, as he has claimed to be called and the other is the son of justice, it seems. The demon doesn't hate them... it's afraid of them. The demon grows stronger, and hungers for blood. Throw in something about an innocent, and manipulating. Look to the passage of inspiration. It reflects more then it appears.

Things of Note:

Snowflake Carnival~
You had to find the path to the Snowflake Carnival grounds by entering the Silverwood Manor Courtyard in either Ta'Vaalor, Icemule Trace or Wehnimer's Landing.

Opening Ceremonies - missed
Singles Ice Skating - missed
Lock picking Contest - missed
Lorekeeper Auction - I missed most of this, but managed to catch some of the middle. I do not think it was proclaimed enough cause most of the LoreKeepers ended up biding and winning each other despite the few that attended from outside our walls. Was it out of fear they worried what the general populace would do with them? Somehow that does not make much sense to me, but what else of an explanation can one offer? As for myself, I doubt I would of brought much of a price if I had the time to remain and offer myself upon the block. Next time we shall see.
Snowflake Rhyme Bake- missed
Tag Tournament - missed
Bonfire - missed
Lorekeeper Says - Made it! (Barely) This was done on a point bases. Very difficult moves were shown and without smiling you had to display your knowledge of doing so. I really need to learn how to laugh at my own private humor more often.
Couples Ice Skating - Very interesting. I had never ice skated prior to this contest and yet slipped in as one of the judges. The winning couple was inspiring enough to make me take notes for myself to try later. (Which I did with a friend and we both look forward to next year). The second place couple was one of great pairing, though they found the ability to remain standing as a team difficult. I can not say I blame the female at all, especially when her partner came at her with a sword in hand! However, they were a striking duo. The third place was a couple of females with great poetry and petals. Enough said.
Snowman Building- I participated as a contestant last year and a judge this year. All that competed were wonderful from start to finish. They surpassed those of the previous years. Due to my rum bottle spilling, all notes were lost to share on what was built as well as the rules. Guess there is always next near.
Icemule Trivia- No need to enter, or judge. Score was kept and one won by a landslide. These questions ranged from easy to hard and I found that I had no answers correct. More rum should be served at these things with dancing bards.
Battle of the Sexes Snowball Fight - What can I say. GIRLS RULE! We kicked ass. (again)
Grand Snowflake Ball in the ballroom of Silverwood Manor - With barely time to take a breath, let alone to dress. . . I managed to donned a pair of diamond earbobs, along with a thin carmine ribbon choker clasped with a silver chain, and a slinky carmine satin gown with thin diamond chains draped across the open back, and a pair of carmine silk slippers with round carved haon heels. Making sure I had my velvet diamond-dusted purse I made a dash to the Ball. My escort was wonderful making the time fly by without much care to as what was happening to the world outside the Manor walls. Females and Males alike dressed in their finery and danced the night away as well as partook in the spirits offered. A good time was had by all.

Things I look forward to:
BLOCK PARTY!

Riddle answered:
To cover a Rolton.

Next. . .
I can sizzle like fried rolton strips,
I am made with an egg,
I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg,
I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole,
I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole,
What am I?

FinisWolf

02-21-2008, 04:36 AM

Snake

Rue

03-04-2008, 11:43 PM

Things spiral, the lull then the storm and now the eye within. Time is my friend, it has to be. I want it all.

Lore Keepers show me honor and my knowledge within them grows. I am in awe that they find me worthy. Within the locket the words remind me of a cause of a higher calling over any other. . . yet I still walk in the ways of old. I must know where I started and why my mind was so wiped that it is hard to tell what are dreams and what is real.

The vessel of the demon grows, the demon keeps time. I am the tool which he will shine. I have stayed my distance from the pub to ensure they all understand, though I am family, I will pay the price asked for just a chance to find out who I really am. What is rightfully mine. However, I find myself of late showing up cause I miss the bunch of them and the wise cracks.

In the paths that I have walked a few things of note has come around.

Onar is known as the Assassin of the Gods. Most often working at the behest of Eorgina, Onar is professionally cold and calculating. He never chooses a target without a reason. His services are used whenever a single death will achieve Eorgina's ends.

Onar's Mass:
Stark in furnishing, the room sits as a fitting tribute to a simple man devoted to a single mission. Aside from a neatly made cot at one end, nothing else in the room gives away the ownership or the presence of a keeper. At the far end of this barren retreat is a black velvet-shrouded altar set with a broken skull and a sharply-honed dagger. Silver gilded candles on either side have been lit, and reflect in the mirror set directly behind the tiny shrine. You also see a hollowed wide-eyed skull with a small beeswax candle on it, and a simple ebonwood door. Where many of quiet nature gather. The air increases with the smoothness of silk as numbers grow for service. You know there is twice as many you can not see as you see within the room.

Service begins. . .

A Half-Elf of the Tehir tribes softly pleads, "As such, I beseech you to bless this candle that it might illuminate my faith enough to provide the shielding of the shadows to my brethren as they gather here today to pay you homage."

She intones, "Lord Onar, in silence we maintain and watch with ever alert eyes the constant flow of time as it tracks its path across the lands."

Turning to face a hollowed wide-eyed skull. A small beeswax candle burns

Speaking quietly to a hollowed wide-eyed skull, she says, "In shadows we prevail and record all order and chaos that a balance might be maintained. Hear us now, as we reaffirm our vows to you before all witnesses here and beyond.", and then politely states, "The Eyes of Onar, honored guests, Dae'Randir, and fellow worshipers of the Lord of Silence, Shadows, and Stealth, it is my deepest privilege to welcome you to a renewal of faith."

Turning back to those within the room she keeps up in a steady voice as soft as the rain pouring from a moonless sky.

"I ask you to kneel at this time and reaffirm your vows to our Lord."

The half-elf offers, "In the shells of immortality we are unable to determine the will or mind of those who have obtained the greater light. We are humbled beneath that presence and strive to find our place under His gaze."

She raises her hands in supplication, her eyes lifted to the shadows that enshroud the ceiling, then adds, "With honor as our leash to morality, we wait in silence with honed blades for the time that we are called to do thy bidding and in shadows we keep our gaze sharpened that no darkness may deter us."

Continuing on she says, "In light we observe, our eyes and ears ever your tools, and with knowledge as our guide we strive for the balance between Order and Chaos."

As the room becomes focused you can hear her weakly say, "Seek, Our Lord, to obtain the perfection that you require of us and strive to maintain confidence in your faith in us while remaining diligent to your will and need.
Hear us, Lord Onar, as we reaffirm our vows to you this night."

Then turning to one in the room, pointedly inquires to them, "Do you, swear to be faithful to the will of our Lord Onar?"
The Mistress of services pointedly continues, "[I]Do you swear that in silence you will maintain, in shadows you will be shielded, and in honor you will remain moral and right? Do you swear to maintain the balance between the forces of Order and Chaos, to obtain the knowledge to know the difference, and the wisdom to act upon it? Do you swear to raise your blade at his biding, to maintain your strength in his silence, and to be ever vigilant to his signs?"

Then as the form before her gives his answer, she removes a bone-hilted obsidian knife from in her black leather sheath. Taking his hand into her own and lightly nicks the flesh. She allows the blood to pool in the palm and draws the image of a cracked skull into the palm before releasing the hand.

Speaking to the one before her she says, "[I]Today you will seal in blood what your heart, soul, and mind have promised and will from this day forward be reminded of this vow in body.", then taking a deep breath she tells it to, "Place your carven hand upon the white skull that is set upon the altar and swear your fealty and loyalty unto him."

A bit of melted wax drips from a small beeswax candle with a hiss. The flame jumps, burning high for a moment, then settles into a warm glow.

This is action is repeated with all that serve Onar within the room, reach response different yet none denied they were in service of Onar. All folded into the shadows of his will.

MUCH More to write, for now this will have to do.

Rue

04-11-2008, 12:36 PM

Taking quill in hand over and over again to many times to count only to put it back away. What do I tell myself in the future about the now?
Part of the reason I keep a journal is to prevent history from repeating itself. How can I keep it from happening if I do not keep track. . . Lengthy details wish to fill the page, yet facing them somehow brings out emotions I am not ready to deal with.

The circles rotate

The knight poisoned returned. The shadow of Onar disappeared. The demon has sprouted wings and once more the ticking has begun.

The tower revisited.

I have revisited the Obsidian Tower lecture nights twice now. The first one was something I should go into detail about. It was very memoriable indeed.
Highlights of the words spoken by the Lib'ri

One obvious question arises. How do we translate that which is intangible, unique for each of us, more than each of us, to those who cannot hope to fully comprehend it? And my answer to this question, is that we do not have to."

Those of the Temple know this.

The Way is more than each person who walks it. It is many paths leading to one place. We walk along it, but it also carries us in turn. It works through us, to bring more elves to it. But more pertinent to this discussion is the power of the Way itself to emanate outward from those who so zealously progress upon it.

What is a slave? A slave is an item, a tool. What is the perfect slave? The perfect slave is one who so selflessly abandons herself in sublimation to her master that she becomes an extension of his will, a sword in the hands of master swordsman.

If this master is strong upon the Way, and the Way emanates from him, then she is awash in it, and as a true extension of his will, the Way emanates from her as well to cause change in accordance with his will, which is the Way, in the world.

Is often times said to be the highest form of flattery. And we see that given some time, those of the lesser races who have the great fortune to interact with or serve under the Dhe'nar tend to imitate us.

by Dyari, It is ment all elves who tread the Way.
Without the special birth of blood.

They imitate us in word and deed, and eventually through this process, we do hope that the function of their very minds will grow, imbued by the Way which is the Dhe'nar, which is the Elves who have come back. We will it to grow to embody the pinnacle of all that their race is capable of."

The Way is the greatest vehicle of power. Through diligent study, self-reflection, and application of its teachings, both master and slave, or perhaps even Warlord and Marshall can form a symbiotic relationship, with similar thoughts, feelings, and understandings flowing from greater to lesser.

Decisive This seed of Dyari light, of order amidst chaos, can seep down through the psyches and very souls of the pakra'ae to cleanse their oft times filthy cesspools of bloodlines. The strong will begin to emerge from the weak, and the true wheat of our efforts will be cut from its chafe.

So I say to each of you, Dhe'nar or elf, lesser race or greater, let the time for our labors to bear fruit begin. Let each of us become a conduit of power not only for ourselves and for the one true nation of elves, but for order to take root among chaos.

Let those with the wisdom to see be brought forth like a moth to a flame, and let us allow these insects to bask in our light. Let it consume them as well, purifying and strengthening them to the glory of the Way, and the Firstborn that are its guardians.

Of course, there is more detailed involved. Such as how I was brought into the tower and how I left it. Some how the Ta'lo'mai always manages to make me wish for a way to put his head on a pig pike to mount on the north gates for all to see. I watch quietly for an opening. But besides that point, what is written here is just a portion of the lecture that I would call the meat of it. It is what I would like to rememeber. The lecture following it is about Elements. Somehow, I managed to become a month behind in my entries. In a few days I will catch things up. (With luck)

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I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep, for mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think critically and answer the question...what am I?

Winter's Kiss

04-15-2008, 06:05 AM

Telsas, dear, you are amazing. Never forget that.

- The Daughter of Shadow.

Rue

04-28-2008, 09:14 PM

So much happens when the circles shift upsetting the rhythm as they turn a new revolution for the world to behold.

Tours across the lands took place, each one unique in its own way, full of simple tales that one would call urban lore. The few I managed to attend were interesting but lack the feeling of a teaching history as I had hoped. The effort was there, but the lack of organization took away from it. But to appease the disappointed, a few merchants of great talent offered services to the masses that were worthy (or just lucky enough) to get chosen.

The tour on Teras was my favorite. Not because of the Tour itself or the lessons taught from the insane but because the Ta'lo'mai of the Obsidian Tower spoke to me civil for the first time. Well civil for him. And even addressed me as Qhali. First instinct was to lash out that I was not such. But instead I bore the comments with a fleck of ash. . . .

It was minor to me at the time, but today it is in my mind as much as the events that have happened in the last few days.

The empaths have contracted a strange sickness on top of their already affliction for pain. In the civil battle within something or someone has decided to punish them and slowly add to their misery.

The calling for Mularos servants went out in the waves of esp. I offered my service but it was not enough to deem an answer, till I stumbled upon the group that had already slipped my mind.

Mularos

Known as "He who is the Sorrow of the World," Mularos is the god of suffering, both physical and emotional. He draws the most strength from pain inflicted by others. These are most often collections of sadomasochists, often led by a charismatic but twisted leader. These cults seduce young followers with a decadent and reassuring lifestyle, then bend their minds to dependent love and strict obedience. While the usual end result is mass suicide, it is rumored that such cults have lasted for centuries.

This was a situation no different from the expected except instead of lasting for centuries it lasted less then a day. He used the healers hope for a cure as a tool to manipulate them. My part in it? I served in place of a Muralos priestess. It was my not life I was offering but the lives of those the already suffering for a cure. In my mind it was to serve to kill two birds with one stone. Getting my fix and serving an ally of my Dark Queen. During the ceremony I asked for her guidence, communing. Most of the ritual was uneventful. It is as the old dog whispered to me later when all was said and done. . .

"You might consider that Luukos deals in death, and Sheru and Mularos both deal in pain and fear. Why would either of them favor killing someone instead of causing them unending terror and pain for the rest of their lives, letting that draw out as long as possible?"

Soon all that had been killed were receiving life again. His words making perfect sense but did I really care? I got what I came for. My fix and favor from Mularos. I managed to slip away before Imaera's follows could notice I was among them and head back to a meeting I was late for. The Moonshine Manor has become a place I enjoy to help prosper, they have even become the family to me that I have never had. But as I ducked beneath bush and branch and rushed through elements to reach the meeting I kept glancing Flames out of the side of my vision. As I entered the secret meeting room and slipped into place against the back wall I saw the vision of flames again. The meeting was already in progress, I tried not to draw attention except the voices ebbed from my ears to the one I heard in my mind.

Plur exclaims, "Next up is . . . Pick-up Picnic Baskets!"

My temples throbbed with pain, and my vision blurs. A soft voice can be heard... "Are you ignoring my summons, so-called Priestess?"

The rest from there is a blur as I slipped out the way I came, to the summoning of the dark queen. Her words constantly urging me on to find my way. I of course got lost in my rush to serve her but not as bad as usual. I found my way at last and up the steps to the ritual gardens.

Honored to be called to, by my queen, I smiled and spoke in my quiet voice that I was there, my eyes surveying the area.

A soft and dangerous whisper fills the area. "You call yourself faithful when you could not even find your way to Us? Kneel, fool, and explain why you called on Us in the first place."

I knelt down instantly.

I tilted my head back trying to see everywhere at once my voice the same as always as I answered in quiet tones, "I do not travel here as often as I should but my faith is strong in the ways of my actions"
My smile unflinching as I continued on "I serve you well, and I summoned you to bare witness to what Mularos was up to. He was offering cures for lives, does not seem his usual cup of tea, sort of speak."

"Do not argue with Us on the meaning of faith. Do you think Mularos could do anything even remotely important that We would not be aware of first?"

I quietly replied, "Then I was mistaken in informing. . ."

Tendrils of crimson smoke the same color of the trumpet vines weave and snake along the ground.

The voice thunders, "That is the first correct thing you have said today. Enjoy your prize."

A roaring ball of fire streaked through the air and struck me!
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to neck chars skin. Yuck!
I was stunned for 1 round!

Recovering from being stunned all I could think to say was, "This does not seem right of my Queen to act as such. If my faith is not to your liking perhaps you can show me what exactly it is that gives us power ."
Then adding to myself out loud, "Or is it the tower is more right then I wish to admit?"

A shower of sparks falls from the skies above, and a humorless laugh filled the area.

I tilted my head back.

The voice thunders, "You are Our instrument! You gain no power from Us... We derive power from you!"

I quietly asked, "How can you derive power from me, if I have none?"

Then adding, "Is the promise of grandeur and power not both the gift you offer us and my destiny?"
Deep from within my soul I offered more, "I serve you, my dark Queen. I gain in power in your name."

A hot wind blew dirt into my eyes.

My words pouring out with hidden desperation, "And you call me a fool. It sounds as if I am doing.."

I had to narrow my eyes while covering them with my hands, uttering over and over out loud and to myself quietly, "Something is wrong."
Trying to sound bold in my quiet voice I spoke out, "Enlighten me."

"We offer you no gifts, save for the pleasure of serving Us. You may enlighten Us by sharing what you know of the three spheres We command."

I chuckled with disbelief what I was hearing.

I quietly said, "If that is your wish."

After a moment of reflection I could do little but shake my head and cluck my tongue. I no longer knew if the voices where listening or not as I spoke out to them.

"This is not what I expected."
and as my anger filled me, my temper set a flame as the voices words sunk in and I lashed out. "The Dhe'nar are sounding more correct each passing."

I then spoke out just to see if they still listened and asked, "Are you done with me?"

The voice begins to fade. "If you feel the Dhe'nar serve your interests better, We have no desire to hold you. Service to Us is reserved for those that keep the faith and do as they are asked, regardless of personal pursuits of power. We do not need you, you need Us."

I could not help but take in every detail of what was happening, I again surveyed the area. Noting to myself as so many times I had that day, "It is a change of seasons."

I quietly said, "So let it be."
I then remove a weathered Eorgina symbol from around my neck.

I quietly said, "I offered all to you I was and had, and you wish nothing to do with me."
I nodded while putting a weathered Eorgina symbol in my black velvet pouch.

I then quietly said, "Truly a day of sadness.", as I passed out the gate and down through the turrent till I was out in the garden. When the voices echoed again.

"We gave you a chance to be heard, yet refused to answer what We asked. Be gone."

I paused at the sound of this and looked around quietly replying. "but I did answer what you asked." Then I felt pulled away and appeared in the ritual garden before the flames surged up around me, the smoke filled my vision blurring everything till when I managed to open them again to see I was standing in the north market in Sol Haven.

I have felt at a lost ever since. Even now as I write this I have to wonder what is it that has come of me.

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I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep, for mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think critically and answer the question...what am I?

ANSWER: Riddle

Forward and forward I go, never looking back. My limit no one knows, more of me do they lack. Like a river I do flow, and an eagle I fly.
Now can you guess, what am I?

Tolwynn

04-28-2008, 09:26 PM

Time.

Celephais

04-28-2008, 09:43 PM

ViridianAsp

04-29-2008, 02:44 PM

This is awful, did some shitty ass GM not understand your RP and not understand how to not be a dick? Seriously, I don't expect them to bend how a god would act, but god damnit... I hope you don't let this shatter your RP and go somewhere amazing with this (obviously not ignoring what happened).

Uh, if you are going to summon Eorgina, you better know how she is. She's the Queen you don't summon her, she summons you.

but I do hope you go somewhere good with this, it be interesting to see where it leads. :)

Fallen

04-29-2008, 02:44 PM

Indeed.

Rue

05-06-2008, 03:30 AM

Two-letter words to live by. . .

If it is to be it is up to me.

Except, I find this to be not as easy as it sounds, regardless how true. There are always things that influence situations that can not controlled, however, in the end. . . it still boils down to my choices.

The poisoned knight returned, has left again, but sends scrolls to keep in touch, letting me know he is watching. He was quick to point out my defiance to Eorgina. And asked instantly why did I not answer the question asked . . . This puzzled me, in my mind I had answered the question asked, but he was correct. In the intensity of the moment, becoming self absorbed, I had missed it

"We offer you no gifts, save for the pleasure of serving Us. You may enlighten Us by sharing what you know of the three spheres We command."
The three spheres, Darkness, Dominance and Tyranny.

I had failed to answer, and for this and my defiance, I was cast out.

Without the power of my Queen behind me, I felt weakened and withdrawn. Sitting in the pub drinking rum did little to aid except leave me an open target for snide remarks. Then when I least expected it, the farther of the demon holder, whispers sweetly upon my ear making an offer that I have agreed upon in trade for a book. I am still debating on double crossing him. Everything has fallen in place for me to take advantage of the moment. As if Marlu is trying to make an offer for my faithful service, I am assuming that is what the rune stone sent is meant for.

And then there is the Tower.

The telling has come again, opening with the voice of a bard. I sat silent through it all, watching the faces of those attending. Fascinated by the male q'halae present this time.

I will have to make note to not sit close enough for the Ta'lo'mai to lean over his entourage to whisper against my ear, his breath playing hot against my skin, "Does it bother you? To exist as nearly unseen, unwanted amongst your peers, because of your foolish decisions? Even your ad'shai ignore you."

Ad'shai. . . the language still is taking me a bit to learn. I assume, from a conversation later on, that it means the other q'halae. But it did not matter, as I answered in the same low whisper after shooting a surreptitious glance at him.
"I care for the shadows, what attention do I need."

The telling started shortly after that. The Ta'lo'hai told of the second compilation of the stories of Tsarkyn Tsi'shalar, seventh son of Tahlad. Which focused on family regardless of time passing. The last line in this particular story reads, "If one Dhe'nar is capable of ten, then ten Dhe'nar are capable of ten thousand. Then the Dhe'nar Powers are not merely combined, but multiply and compound on one another. The Power of the Family far exceeds that of the individual"
I believe the telling was directed towards another of the q'halae.

The bard sung again. Except this time it was less then an appropiate song which amused the Ta'lo'mai and gained the ire of the Ta'lo'hai. Soon all were dismissed except for the Ta'lo'hai, his other q'hali and myself.

Again I held my tongue as I sat silently listening. I believe I might be favored after all in some strange way as I listened to my ad'shai be told of his failure and what is expected from him. I don't think he understood any of the instructions just longed to return to his part of the world. He was tasked to befriend a non elf and kill him.
Once he was dismissed though the table became turned to me. I was handed a symbol of Eorgina. . . Carved fire opals in the form of stylized flames encircle the surface of a huge grey pearl suspended from a braided silver chain and told to destory it. This I did with more ease then I thought possible. It was just an item after all and not one of great importance. Of course, fire did not damage it, but I will reveal more of that later. The Ta'lo'hai's words were clear and to the point. Then your slavery to the Arkati is over. Should he have even the slightest inkling that it has begun again. He will do far worse than vaporize me this time.

Then I was returned to attend to the first task I was given which was never completed. I am to speak to each member of the Obsidian Council, individually. And find out about them. The Lib'ri, Ta'stry'noi, Ta'lo'mai and the Ta'la'hai. I sat a spell and chatted with the Ta'la'hai afterwards. So much more to add as usual, but alas time is not my friend. I will have to continue more later. __________________________________________________ _____

Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth.
What am I?

Nieninque

05-06-2008, 07:18 AM

An echo

Rue

05-12-2008, 01:00 AM

Darkness-
In many instances some use the term darkness to describe discernable or moral situation. Darkness is more then just the lack of light, it can be an emotion or feeling. One can even say it is closer to a motivational pattern that drive beings in a different direction. Darkness can even be an energy of creation, brought forth out of an ultimate Unity at a time when all things came into being. On one level, darkness may be thought of as the energy of separated intellect. Many people object to such discernments claiming they frequently tend to become unjustified moral judgments. However, if such discernments are made without bias both the pros and cons are equally easy enough to consider. But to me. . .

Darkness should not be distress, surrender to it, it is inevitable. Immerse yourselves in the darkness and there discover its own particular beauty.

Dominance-
This can be perceived in more then a few ways. It is a power based on the ability to use force. But dominance does not require the actual use of force, it can be based on the potential use of force, or the infrequent use of force. A power derived from the potential for destructive actions. Contrast with stature. Coercion potential, Fighting ability, Competitive ability, Influence based on fear.
Intrinsic dominance, which is based on an individual's own ability to use force, and
Derived dominance, based on fighting ability not physically associated with the individual, such as coalition and alliance partners.

Tyranny-
Tyranny is usually thought of as cruel and oppressive, but the original definition of the term is a rule by persons who lack legitimacy, whether they be malign or benevolent. Concentration of powers in the hands of people or a person, who might use these powers as they see fit.
People will tend to seek to increase their power, their control over the outcome of events, but those with a fascist mindset tend to overestimate the amount of influence over outcomes that it is possible to attain. This leads to behavior that often brings them to positions of leadership or authority, especially if most other persons in their society tend to underestimate the influence over outcomes they can attain, and are inclined to yield to those who project confidence in what they can do and promise more than anyone can deliver.

Lesson taught, all is not for naught.
Under the darkness one can see,
What others could not perceive.

O come with me, come with me
Waltz in the dance from sphere to sphere
till you fall to your knees and see. . .
What others could not perceive.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I can be the torment of man
What am I?

Jahira

05-12-2008, 01:22 AM

Rain

Rue

06-09-2008, 01:37 AM

A WARRIOR'S CREED

I have no parents ~~ I make the heavens and elanthia my parents.
I have no home ~~ I make awareness my home
I have no life or death ~~ I make the tides of breath my life and death.
I have no divine power ~~ I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means ~~ I make understanding my means.
I have no body ~~ I make endurance my body
I have no eyes~~I make the flash of lightening my eyes.
I have no ears~~ I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs ~~ I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy~~ I make 'unshadowed by thought" my strategy.
I have no designs ~~ I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design.
I have no miracles ~~ I make right-action my miracles.
I have no principles ~~ I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics~~ I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents~~ I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends ~~ I make my mind my friend
I have no enemy~~ I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armor~~ I make benevolence and righteousness my armor.
I have no castle~~ I make immovable-mind my castle
I have no sword~~ I make absence of self my sword.

~~Anonymous Samurai

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What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?

Back

06-09-2008, 01:42 AM

A deck of cards.

Nice read, btw.

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

06-09-2008, 01:43 AM

..and here I thought this was going to be Tayre's Autobiography.

Rue

07-16-2008, 03:09 AM

Its been some time since I sat with pen in hand.
Facing one self in the present is sometimes harder then making record to face ones self in the past. Just when I was thinking this is where I belong, knowing this is who I am, the world changes the way of fate and destiny is seen.

Excommunicated from the Temple.
A new knight steps forward, without a way of his own, showing me my need to return.
Ivas sweet distraction telling me what does it matter.
The tower's oath broken because I could not leave a family that I have now.
If that was my past. Then it will have to remain that. I can not stop watching them, I don't seek them but I can tell you when one is in town.
To tell the tale would take more pages then patience’s for me to relive. Perhaps that is why the pages lay blank here for so long.
Details that still stick out in my head. . .

Going to hide in Teras as usual, my sword coming along before accepting that is what he is. . . Two days of bliss away from the task completed, just pure hunting and heat. Turn the corner and "Thwump" . . .smack dab into the middle of the Ta'lo'hai's chest. He thinks I am here to find him! Of course, that is why, yes I will return back to the mainland right away. Damn it. . .

shift in time.
Pick up picnic basket
A Moonshine Manor gathering auctioning off picnic baskets made by the members. The rules are simple. You do not know who made which baskets but have to guess by the contents. You can only purchase ONE basket.
The winner of the bid received a date with the maker of the basket. Good luck.
Speaking to the Auctioneer, Ta'lo'hai asks, "How is it that you've managed to force My q'hala into... auctioning itself off like a cheap, worthless, sad, pathetic piece of meat?"

The rest of it from there was a haze of disbelief and utter confusion on my part. The ending spoke loud and clear. . .

The Giant says, "If you EVER go back there Telsas."

Time shifts. . .
Lost again. The family so dear and near, is my now. Who I once was is gone.
Time Shifts. . .
The Demon caged in a tailsman and taken from me. Only the book remains with the coded magic of how. I will find the talisman.
Time shifts. . ..
Teras for relief, and he stands there again. Silence most the time but the last meeting suggested my oath can not be broken. Then alone again.
Time shifts. . .
Sweet Ivas sends bliss
Time shifts. . .
The Assassin visits the pub again, my nerves are shot. Vanity by thy name.
Time shifts. . .
The Tri-Arcanum
Time shifts
None speak with me, none see me. . . or do they?
Time shifts. . .
The temple pulls, a sword comes for guidness back to the path of the Arkati.
Time shifts and shifts and shifts. . . then shifts some more.

The darkness approaches in waves, breaks and fills and pours into my dreams.
Among the cascading waves, there hides a furious monster
His forehead is wide and armed with menacing horns. His whole body is covered in yellowing once blackened scales, untameable raging and its hindquarters bend in twisting curves. It is beating at my reflection with amazing wings, the sound oddly enough keeping time like ticking.

Things of Note:
The House of the Argent Aspis presented the 13th annual Bardfest! Viewed the best performances the Lands had to offer and each and everyone one of them were just that. Performances that kept rapt attention from start to end. The side bets on who would win who would place where! I lost all but one and it was the one I really wish I had lost.

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When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved alot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex. What am I?

Tolwynn

07-16-2008, 03:15 AM

Skin.

Rue

07-31-2008, 04:43 AM

The Sword brought to Eorgina:

Speaking quietly to the Sword, "This is the last chance to change your mind." But I could tell by the look in his eyes and the smile, he was not going to change his mind. I asked, despite myself, and he simply told me "I knew his choice"

I noted, speaking more to myself then to him, "There is an energy beneath the surface that threatens the calm."

Moving before the altar I began.
He moved behind me, his hand on my shoulder as he whispered words of steel into my ear, removing a black rose candle from my black velvet pouch.
He said, "Yet if harnessed correctly, may only add to your power and strength"

Slowly and deliberately I emptied my filled lungs.

All I could do was smile at him, nodding as I counted off thirteen paces from the altar.

Taking a deep breath and kneeling down, I placed the black rose candle upon the ground carefully lighting the candle, which flicked and began to burn.
speaking reverently I said, "To show my errant ways."

Then I stood and moved toward the massive grey marble altar removing a stylized flame candle from my black velvet pouch. Reaching out, I carefully place the stylized flame candle on the altar. I repeated the motion to light the candle, it flickered and began to burn. I spoke the words in which I was praying, "To show me the way back."

The glow from a black rose candle softly illuminates the shadows.
A faint, flickering light emanates from a stylized flame candle, warming the area with its glow.

He closed his eyes for a moment and I took a deep breath as I rose again.
My form turning from uncertain to one of certainty. I removed a tapered dark candle from my black velvet pouch.

Moving between the two already lit candles, I knelt before the Sword and spoke quietly, "To show my Sword the way to follow us into the darkness." I carefully placed a dark candle on the ground, lighting it. He watched in quiet observation taking a moment to capture the moment in his mind, savoring each detail, storing them away for possible future use.

A tapered dark candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.
A faint, flickering light emanates from a stylized flame candle, warming the area with its glow.
The glow from a black rose candle softly illuminates the shadows.

Concentrating on the work before myself I took out all the items, whispering softly to myself combining the ingredients with in a glass bowl as I remained kneeling now facing the altar. . .Sea Salt, and a flask of clear water then adding a ritual dagger into the glass bowl.

A faint aroma of spiced musk fills the area.

I quietly explained it was to cleanse the blade of all impurities

A wisp of smoke rises from a stylized flame candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.
The glow from a black rose candle softly illuminates the shadows.
A tapered dark candle burns with a warm golden light.

Reciting quietly :

"I do bid thee: O unseen forces of nature
To gather round me in this shadowed darkness.
For in this mystical place
I do call forth the dark goddess
To take within her fold one of great power and to accept one back into her fold for bringing it to her."

Watching the water swirl I removed an uncut diamond and the Sword nodded slowly in reverence. I raised a hand while murmuring a soft orison... gesturing at the uncut diamond while uttering a quick prayer causing the uncut diamond to glow slightly.

I can remember thinking how well it was going so far, feeling confidence fill me instead of wretched nerves. When I stood and turn to face him, his eyes shone darkly of how right this was. . .it was what he wanted. He tilted his head down.

The glow from a tapered dark candle softly illuminates the shadows.

Speaking quietly I stared at him while continued to pray to Eorgina, "With his soul, I offer it to our great dark Queen."

I offered him the uncut diamond. He accepted the uncut diamond.

The glow from a stylized flame candle softly illuminates the shadows.
A wisp of smoke rises from a tapered dark candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.
The black rose candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.

He reverently answered, "With my soul, I offer it to our great dark Queen."

My voice echoed as I recited:

"Blessed in the name of the goddess,
Let all malignity and hindrance
be cast forth hence from
and let all darkness enter herein
So mote it be."

Kneeling so I would not fall, trying to remain humble, looking to grow in her power I recited in a quieter voice

"I conjure thee, O circle of power
That though beist a ring of protection
That shall preserve and contain"

Continuing on, focused upon the Sword:

"The power that we shall raise within Thee
A shield against all that oppose us
Where fore the darkness consecrates you in her name"

I gently waved the uncut diamond before the Sword, while chanting a soft intercession in the name of Eorgina. After a moment, I gave a satisfied nod in his direction. I offered him an uncut diamond. He accepted my offer.

I watched as he rubbed the uncut diamond, a small crack began to form and shadows started peeking out from inside. Surely if he continued to rub the diamond, it would likely shatter.

A small draft catches the flame of a tapered dark candle and it flickers brightly.

Yet rub he did. He rub the uncut diamond and its delicate structure collapsed in his hand. A heavy shadow seeped outward for a moment until finally, it dissipated to reveal a shadowy obsidian coffer.

He stared at the obsidian coffer. Only my words spurred him from his trance...I told him to show her that he truly was one of the dark fold.

He gently slide some coins into the slot in the lid of your obsidian coffer. Over and over and over giving more then I thought such a coffer could even hold.

While he continued to do so I retrieved the weathered Eorgina symbol from within my black velvet pouch and blew it a kiss with a smile playing across my lips, becoming more sure of my acceptance with each clink of his coin into the coffer.

I spoke out saying, "With his offering. . ."

The stylized flame candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.
The rose candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.

His coin continued to clink in the darkness around us, gently sliding into the slot in the lid of his obsidian coffer.

I quietly hoped, "I ask for forgiveness."

The dark candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.

"Let our voice be heard, let our souls be recognized."

I raised a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

The white rose candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.

Staring at him I told the Sword to "Pray"
I heard him murmur some prayers under his breath. My voice echoing in the distances as my eyes fell upon the candle of my errant ways. "Pray for our souls."

A white rose candle burns with a warm golden light.
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VVVVVVVVVV \______::The page seems ripped from here::_______VVVVVV\

Rue

07-31-2008, 04:48 AM

My life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick, Fat, I am slow,
Wind is my foe
What am I?

Nieninque

07-31-2008, 04:51 AM

A white rose candle^

Rue

09-21-2008, 04:37 AM

I had to blow the dust off the cover and pull the book out from the depths of my locker. The wind moaned against my ear while I slept, reminding me of a promise ment to be kept. It is difficult at best to remember such things when there is little to comment on.

The days pass and my spark is gone. The tick long vanished with the passing of time, the passion long forgotten without desire, and the need no longer noticed without the ripples.

Short notes:
After the conversion, the sword sulked that a lover got more attention. Killed the sweet bliss and vanished. Seldom a word is heard. The Ivas distraction displeased and went its way as well. . . . The family sullen and sulking as they move down a path not meant for me to tread with them, leaving me to stand behind. The tower dissatisfied works its way back into its own corners of its mind and lies away from where I wait. The fire of being a zealot burn out of me leaving only a sense of trade of what must be. . .

A Distant thought from someone one else's mind:
The universe is the all, and offers a paradox to great for the finite mind to grasp. The finite mind cannot grasp the infinite. The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.

And at last, the words spoken that made me think before I slink back to the depths of comfort within the shadows.

Only equals speak the truth,. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard.

Which of us has known his sibling? Which of us has looked into their parents heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

Odd. I am lonely. But I do not find loneliness in anyway a bad or an ignoble thing, it just is what it is.
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Forward and forward I go, never looking back. My limit no one knows, more of me do they lack. Like a river I do flow, and an eagle I fly.
Now can you guess, what am I?

Elvenlady

09-21-2008, 08:34 AM

The relentless and ever present stalker that is ... time.

Rue

10-18-2008, 03:18 AM

Where to start? I should of done this weeks and weeks ago. . . Much has happened to make note of, and I hate being so lengthy. So I am going to break my writing in three parts this time, getting in what I can, when I can, to ensure I catch it all up. The entry will appear behind now, but in the long run, it will fit for the most part and be noted. Maybe not in a poetic way, but something is better then nothing. No matter how butchered the writing appears.

Made the long voyage back to the Landing from the isle. I hate leaving, but since I am to much of a nomad to become a citizen, it means I must take the trip to fulfill the long tradition of donating to the Temple. It saddens me to leave behind the enchanting family that has accepted me into their fold. But it does give me something to look forward to when I finally do return. Somehow, I know in my bones it will be some time till my feet hit the Glaesen star deck again and I will feel the ash upon my face.

Silver Leaf!
This is strange for me to write upon. Usually I am the one attending such events, but instead I am now helping to make sure these things happen in the best way I can and in anyway, I can. Unfortunately I missed the first two days of the festival and have nothing to share about them other then most voices I heard speak, were pleased. On the final day, I did managed to attend it all day long, and have much to recall. It started with standing at the doors of the Silverwood Manor offering directions to the Diamond Jar Game so they could place their guesses. I know not what the answer was, but do know there was 3 winners and the prize was a diamond topped stick-pin. The one I saw brought a smile to my face. When you looked at it you saw ,Burnished silver form a large letter "T," which is adorned with a large dragon's-tear diamond. Then the color-coordinated grab bags game took place and anyone could win at this. All you had to do was find five items that matched the color of one of the bags a Lore Keeper held. Of course, I held five red sacks and was impressed with the items I got to drink and eat and see that were red in return for one of those sacks. Never looked in the sacks to note what the prizes within were, I hope they were as good as what they gave for them. Harvest of Souls was utter chaos! I was aware what it entailed, however, it did not prepare me for the actual harvesting. As crazy as this was, I hope to see it done again (and again). Then there was the Mentor Moments - A Puppet's Tale . . . I blushed to see the puppet made in fun of my own likeness. It made me smile and laugh to see it rush to the door on the hand of the skilled Puppeteer, and hear the words from his lovely assistant explaining what was happening. The over all show revealed much of what goes on in the Silverwood Manor, from ten years ago to the present and when it was all said and done, the crowd cheered for the performance. Then the race was on after that. Everyone rushed to their corners of the world to change and be ready for the ball! As usual the attendants showed up in their finery and were dazzling and the mood was good as they drank, ate, and laughed and lived and I think even a few loved. The Grand ball was topped off with fireworks.
Now here is where I wish I could go on and on and describe the whole of the fireworks show, but since this is only the first part of things I wish to note,(and already growing lengthy). . . I can only describe little of what I saw. . .
Giant red, blue, green, and white chrysanthemums filled the sky with a wash of color that cascaded into a series of thunderous BOOM BOOM BOOMS. Each earth shattering ka-boom sent down a flutter of silver lighted leaves from the spark-filled tree hanging in the sky overhead. The leaves drifted down towards the garden, letting out pops and fizzles as they faded away.
A piercing whistle emanated from the library tower as the building was suddenly obscured by dozens of small silvery explosions that glitter for a moment before fading away. Then the light show in the sky faded at last, only leaving behind wisps of smoke that filled the air with a thick haze.
Truly it was breath taken.

I will write more of what happened soon, I left so much out. But at least I scribbling something down while I could. Better then letting it pass till it is to late to reflect upon.

In small rushed writing
A reminder to write about the Miniature match involving a pink dress,(before leaving the island), and the faire following after the Silver Leaf Fest, and Rone Academy.

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Riddle. . . hmmmm have I said this one before?

If a man carried my burden, he would break his back.
I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
What am I?

Moist Happenings

10-18-2008, 03:34 AM

I have to say that I enjoy your writing style a lot. (I'm not finished reading through yet, but I took a minute or two off to make this post). It seems to flow well from one sentence to the next, and on the whole as well. It gives a strong sense of a very inspired writer. That's obvious of course, because this isn't a college essay or a forced section to an editor, but I felt it was prevalent enough in what I've read to make note.

ViridianAsp

10-18-2008, 12:33 PM

If a man carried my burden, he would break his back.
I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
What am I?

A Snail.

Rue

10-19-2008, 09:36 PM

A little rum and time to spare and so little to despair at the moment. Lets see what I can recall tonight that should be made note of. . .

I like thinking back to my isle, the warmth of the rocks, the shadows to the air (I know its ash but it does give the eternal night effect). . . I think back to before leaving for the mainland when my mood was changing from one of solitude to one more adaptable around others. I eagerly began to accept the company of a family I mentioned and of a wizard I usually keep my distance from on purpose. Fate and timing set the wizard to becoming a friend once again.

I had managed to get the miniature I have had for ages a new look, but I wondered how it would effect it’s fighting. I took out my Marlu miniature and stared in awe at the gruesome figurine shaped into a creature with glistening black skin, half-spread leathery wings, and four barbed tentacles springing forth from his shoulders - doing little to distract from the glistening rows of teeth. Etched in black, a six-tentacled star surrounds the button in its back. The wizard was willing to help me find out, there was no one else. My curiosity to see it work, out weighed my dislike and I accepted the offer with glee. The match was on! He was the gentleman, of course, and I was the one who went first, and he didn’t cheat till I did it. (Even then it wasn't till much later on in our matches, how exhilarating to corrupt him it was.) The first to win two out of three was the winner. Oh what a collection he had to choose from! He let me win and then he won some, all in all it was great fun. The next our paths crossed, (the very next day) we put a friendly wager upon our games. Something to be decided later on at ones digression. I had won again on that round and went on to the next bout eagerly agreeing to double or nothing. I lost so I figured that meant nothing, but according to the wizard it meant I owed back the bet doubled! And he had a price in mind. Needless to say I ended up dressed like a little girl in a knee length pink dress for a week. Good side of it, strangers giving me candy. Bad side was, I really felt absurd looking like a little girl! But not as silly as the wizard did wearing the same little pink dress when he lost the second round of matches at the end of my time. Ahhh a warm flash back indeed

I only bring this up again, to show the passion I have developed for the Miniature matches. Word had reached me while at Silver Leaf Festivals that there would be a Fortress Faire in Ta’Vaalor and on rest day there was to be Scrying offered by the Gypsy Troupe, and A Siegery (miniature) Match held by Ta'Vaalor Ceremonial Guard, as well as other fun events.
The memories of my awakening in Vaalor flooded back. . . The dirty little room, the rags on my body, no recollection who I was upon waking. The citizens of that town where not partial to my kind, and they had made it very clear. I still remember the giants and the thief who took me under their protection and helped me to the Landing . Hoping the answers I sought would be there. . . Surely time had changed that place, and with the lure of a scrying and a siegery tournament. . . (Well, I know I had changed and care not for my past. Let it forever be a mystery.)

The trip was long the company was sweet, but once there it seemed a whole different story. Already this grows lengthy and I have much to say, so I will go direct to the what happen at scrying. . .

Walking in, I survey the tent.

The inside of the tent was embellished with swathes of cloth in autumn hues and arrangements of dried leaves. Several chairs were strewn about, each with festive orange and red wreaths hanging from their backs. Russet-hued lanterns hung from the walls and cast a warm glow over the area. A carved walnut pedestal upon a raised platform stands opposite the entry, providing a good vantage point of the surroundings. The fortune teller seemed familiar, as if she has told my fortune before, she was Sylvankind and pleasant enough to look upon. Blonde hair, strange violet-flecked ironstone colored eyes and golden brown flesh. Wearing an emerald green greatcloak, a silver-grey textured silk jerkin, a cerulean glaesine orb, a glaesine crystal dragonfly, a capacious courier satchel slung over her other shoulder, some twisted mithril wrist bangles looped with silver wire, a coral and ivory wristlet, a small gold ring, a small velveteen pouch, a vine-embossed leather knife case, a vine-embossed leather scabbard, a pale grey silk skirt fringed with green jade beads, and a pair of black ora-buckled boots.
She nodded to me in greeting but I was rather puzzled. Past times I have come to the tellings, they were always so . . . so busy? Her raised eyebrow in my direction made me realize she did not understand the look upon my face. I glanced at her and clasp my hands in a reverent gesture.

The sylvankind asked, "Yes?", while rolling her eyes at me. I should of known then, but of course, I have always looked forward to hearing what she tells me and decided against comment but went on to explain myself. Perhaps I was in the wrong place after all.

I asked quietly, "Is this the place of Scrying?"
She said, "Yes."

Explaining quietly to her I said, "I have traveled a long ways for this. I just imagined a larger crowd.” with only I brief pause I added, "No offense of course."
Her manner seem to be fine as she explained in return to me with a slight shrug, "Sometimes there is, oft times, there is not."

I quietly said, "Odd, I always remember there being one. But that is my luck as it were."
I nodded slowly to her as I took the seat next to where she sat.

I know she was speaking to me, but somehow I missed what was being said, I know I even answered her and asked questions, hopefully what I commented did not upset her, for it all seem so automatic to me and a haze. I had a cup of smoky tea in my hands, and was rubbing it when it sunk into me she was speaking to me. . .

She was telling me how she brought the stars to read into the tent while removing a cerulean glaesine orb, "I bring their representatives with me, even into the unlimned places."
She traced one finger around the edge of a glaesine orb, which slowly changed color from cerulean to sapphire.

While nodding slowly again, I smiled at her, leaning back in the chair, crossing my legs and drinking my tea. Its bitterness was offset by a touch of milk and sugar.

Speaking to me, she asked, "Do you have a specific question for them?"

Shaking my head I told her, "No I come to hear what is seen. I like to leave it open."

She held her orb flat in her palm, its surface glowed softly as she spoke to me, "The stars, before they can tell, must know about whom they seek. So please...," she extended her arm in my direction, "touch their holding, that they may know."

Balancing the smoky tea in one hand as I leaned forward, I rested my palm upon the surface of the glaesin orb, my eyes rested on the Sylvankind. While I flicked at the end of my nebulous vaalin stud thoughtfully with my tongue, I asked her quietly, "Like so?"

She said, "Yes.", and brought the orb back to herself, and exhaled softly on the orb's surface, the lights within it twinkling.

Speaking to her glaesine orb, the teller started, "Traveler from afar, seeker without a cause, tell her what she does not know she needs..."
The shimmering crystals in the glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The Trident to The Queen. I settled my gaze on the teller, watching her intently.

Speaking to me, she said, "The stars say you offer guidance to others, that you're fair, and that you seek knowledge where ever you may."

I chuckled, it was very true. Very strong in who I am. Was it not even the reason I was sitting before her? I nodded slowly as she went on.

She said, "They also say that you're a bit awkward in the way you approach others, sometimes. and you can be set in your ways."

I folded my hands into my lap, staring at the teacup within as she continued.

Speaking to her glaesine orb, the teller asked, "Counsel the counselor, bring the light onto the next moonturn's events ... what may she expect, what does she need to learn?"

She blew on her glaesine orb. A faint foggy mist formed over the surface of the orb then slowly faded away. The shimmering crystals in the glaesine orb shifted in pattern from the constellation of The Queen to The Unicorn.

I mentioned quietly , "Hmmm I do seem to have the Queens attentions.", more to myself then towards her, my mind wandering , perhaps there was something in the tea. . . Then her voice reached me as she spoke to me again.

She said, "Your order and sensibility is going to be challenged."

I pondered the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.

She said, "It seems she wants to test your ... flexibility."

I heard my voice distantly saying, "Hmmmmmmm.", staring out at nothing, seeing nothing, and with a start, I jerked back into myself blinking. Feeling my cheeks grow flush as she once more went on.

She said, "Nothing evil, per se, but more," she tilted her left hand, "upsetting in challenging your established notions."

It made me smile, knowing what I am in the eyes of most these days, I quietly said, "Some say I am evil no matter, but interesting, very interesting." I wanted to hear more, I did not mean to interrupted and quietly asked her to, "Please go on.", nodding with knitted brow towards the globe

I did not think anything of it as she told me, "It will require your imagination to make a leap to another view of the situation."

Listening I took another sip of tea, and then she blinked at me looking up from her orb.

She told me, "You do know ... that I do not do this at your command."

This actually took me by surpised, I cocked my head saying, "No offense, I am anxious is all."
But she went on saying, "So your urging me to ... go on ... is rather insulting."
I had enough. I do not often explain myself to someone as much as I have already done with this Slyvan, and she seemed determined to be insulted. I thought about it for a moment, pondering the meaning of the one doing the scyring.
I stood back up. Her eyebrow raised up again in my direction. What was the point of hearing a seer when you have gathered her ire. It would only mean the next of what she saw would be tainted.

I kept my politeness and quietly told her, "No insult was meant, but since you are insulted, it would . . . hinder the reading. So I will trouble you no more. Thank you for what you have offered."

I made the familiar gesture and clasping my hands reverently, offering the blessing I hoped would be true for her, "May the shadows favor you."

Well, there was still the Siegry Tournament to look forward to, no? Took me forever to find the location it was to be held, and as I stood at the door, they blocked it. The thought on the amulet was clearly put for all to hear.

"If you are a dark elf, half-krolvin, or half-elf you will not be able to join us here."

How disappointing, other thoughts were giving, but that one alone sums it all up nicely. By this time I had managed to find my companion,(the one that had traveled with me), along with other friends. Not all seemed to mind our kind after all.
We attended The fishing Tournment put on by Mistydeep Manor , It was enjoyable and I won a prize, and so did the Niiman Priest. A wonderful tackle box. It was not enjoyable just cause of my winning, but because of the event itself and those who ran it. But seeing how I have already written on and on and on, I believe I have said enough.
After the fishing tourment, my companion and I rested and spoke and enjoyed each others company instead of going on to other events and then traveled back to the Landing, in the thick of the night.

Next I write I will go on about Rone. . . . But for now, I need to rest and end this entry to start again later. I know with to much to say my writing is lacking but again, it is at least said and soon enough I will be up to date on what is going on.

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I am the only thing that always tells the truth. I show off everything that I see. I come in all shapes and sizes. So tell me what I must be!

Stry

10-21-2008, 02:25 PM

I am the only thing that always tells the truth. I show off everything that I see. I come in all shapes and sizes. So tell me what I must be!

A mirror

(probably wrong, just my best guess on 3 hours of sleep)

Rue

11-10-2008, 11:35 PM

Dance with me to the music no one else can hear, but you and I.
Sway our bodies in time, feel the pulse keep the rhythm as it quickens.
All in a time long forgotten as the last of the night falls. The ghost return to their reprieve for another year, the heads no longer get to scream as they are thrown down the alleyway, the skulls are left to drown as they float through the stream. And here I smile with hay in my hair. Death sends me through the gate one last time after tempting one too many doors, before I stand back in the landing watching it close for another year.

The details are all one blur, the shamelessness of a maiden released, leaving a pleasant residue behind on my soul. That is how I will leave it.

Things left unwritten that should be addressed, is I have joined the Rone Academy. The whole processes was unceremonial other then the passing of congratulations and welcome.

The reprieve giving as the gates had opened, is over. Sorting has taken place and winter solstice stares me in the face. What timing with locker space! But also the ornament for winter solstice has come to my attention as well as idea's needed to help the new place that I am now part of.

Rone Academy~
Established to promote learning throughout the lands, by attempting to train residents of Elanthia in the knowledge of the realm. We dedicate time for the retelling of realm history, legends, and folklore of the many towns, cities, and outposts. We sponsor member and house organized events to achieve these goals. We work to unite those who would help, heal and protect under a common name. To provide a support system by banding together under a same cause, we strive to set a good example, teach others to use their skills, and offer friendship and camaraderie.

I wish to write several comments, but will I remember later when I re read this that is was done in a warped humor? Or will it be taken to heart? So I will just leave it at that, knowing, I will understand.

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After I have risen to my fullest of height, I am sentenced to die at the peak of my life. Now I'm in a box living my second life, Only to be killed again in 5 minutes at the touch of a light.
What am I?

serra7965

11-11-2008, 08:46 AM

Tobacco and Cigarette

Rue

11-18-2008, 03:27 AM

What to write, where to lie, how not to die, stop watching the sky, don't eat that pie, wish I was feeling fried, face them with pride, swallow that which they deny, accept what they connive, smile and make them ask why, turn the other cheek just to hear them sigh.

I do rambling on (and on) . . . things of note:

Silverwood Manor hosted a fair for the Meeting Hall Organizations and Cooperative Houses of Elanthia (Great Houses).
I indulged myself to review as many as I could and had found I had more then a few questions. However, they were mostly about the Organizations that lack bodies to talk to. I had thought some were no longer with life in them, yet somehow they had managed to put up tents. Ah well, the fliers I found in my ebony bag after the parties on restday. . .

In the Common language, it reads:
Moonshine Manor is a haven away from the hustle and commotion of the city, where a group of close-knit members and guests congregate in one area to find comfort in good drinks and interesting company. We welcome anyone and everyone to visit our manor, to make a few friends, and to find a new home. You can find us through the gilt mithril gate just down the merchant's road, to the northwest of Wehnimer's Landing.

In the Common language, it reads:
We are the knowledge that binds souls and flesh. None can ignore us and everyone will seek us. We gain power and we grant it. We can destroy or we can create. The Tri-Arcanum will stand as the pinnacle to identify and wield the magic around us. We place knowledge first and foremost. We are the future.

The ones that some how got soaked through with rum was the Circle of the Grey Moon and the Obsidian Towers. I wish I could translate them enough to write them down, but it is not to be.

Something else I wish to note of importance:

A turn of tables the cycle begins to repeat itself. Strangely the pull of Eorgina still exist. I fight it, I call it an arrangement, I feel scorned when my attention fails and feel contempt as I scrape to please. While I was working my talents upon a gem before the alter, I notice a High Priestess do what I did and go without justice of the Queens wrath. I sat and I pondered, and seethed over the act, when I felt the voice prickle at the back of my neck. A Zealot with a needle will perform some act, the need to see what it was pulled me from the task I was at.
There she stood impatient with lack of tact, she declared she would spin to find the devouts and pick the mark of each chosen with a tribute to the deity they served. She served all of them, so she claimed, but her disposition spoke fathoms of Lornon's favor. The needle went quick once it started its spin, once, twice, thrice, and a fourth, as I thought to myself in pray. "Hear me O Queen, mark me now or send me on the way, but I need some type of sign upon my path this day." And then the needle stop at me as I stared out in disbelief. Thousands of confused thoughts raced through my mind while I simply stood there and watched her work.
It did not take long for my turn to come a long, she was quick and true, displaying her talent with little ado. I stretched out my hand to her, holding my breath as she grasped it tight in her grip. The tip of her needle dipped into the ink and then into my flesh. I barely contained myself giving way to twitch. When she was done, upon my wrist was tattooed licking red flames and something else had begun. . . that incisive ticking one again.
The idea that more is expected out of me then others crosses my mind. I am destined for greater things then the high priestess and her kind. I should know better and they're merely tolerated.
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(Cigarette ooc, and Cigar ic'ly on the last riddle)

I am not what you think I am.
But you think what I say I am.
And you cannot see me.
What am I?"

Rue

12-06-2008, 01:40 AM

Slipping through the cracks. Drowning in a sea of light trying to embrace the dark reaches around me. My tongue dances behind my lips, but no one wants to hear what I have to say. My fingers as numb as my mind when the shift of time happens and the rush of the storm assaults my every sense. From nothing to put to paper, to pages and pages of details that will go unwritten.

Faith
By faith is it meant, first, conscious knowledge, and second, the practice of expected deeds ?
Is it more of a conviction that is determination towards accomplishing one's goals in the like mind of ones Akarti. . . It has been explained to me it means unshaken belief and purity of thought.
It is a complete submission to the will to my dark Queen, which includes belief, profession, and the body's performance of deeds consistent with the commission, all according to her will.
But when ones faith is essentially to a infamous goddess, the act of trust or reliance to her isn't in being passive, leading to an active life of obedience. It involves Power, and tyranny, it is easy for ones faith to cause questions and for one of her own to seek answers. This is how one can transform, it is the mystery and by her grace that one strives to know and become obedient. Faith should not be and is not, static but should and does cause one to learn more and grow, evolving to a greater understanding. Proving faith is not fideism, or simple obedience to a set of rules or statements
but to accept and challenge statements that seem impossible and offers obedient actions in response to direction from her to do things that seem implausible. However, when one doubts, it takes a turn off the path set, and demands reconciliation or re-evaluation before one can continue believing in whichever tenet is in doubt or continuing in whatever life path is in question.

What brings this on, one might ask? A few events, but it would take to much time to add every detail and lay it all out page upon page. Some of the exploits leading to such thoughts are of great importance. However, only parts of it will have to do.

Sitting within Her temple, where her power is strongest to create the gems for the dead. . .
I felt a shift within my gem pouch that I was not sure I felt, staring around the solemn surroundings
I paused in my work
A high priestess approached the altar, clutching a wild black rose. Touching it to her lips in a reverent kiss, she sets it gently near the central flame.
I felt that nervous twitch starting up again, and I am sure my smile looked more like a snarl as I watched her.
The rose on the altar began to shimmer faintly, the color bleeding from the petals and fading to white.
I smiled quietly to myself as a soft voice whispered to me, "A gift has been given to she who has kept her faith. May she keep humble, learn before teaching, and come to understand the true meaning of Power."
As I gazed within my pouch, I saw what was changed and pulled from it a rose-etched tiny white pearl. A faint inscription began to glow briefly on the pearl before fading out.
In the Common language, it reads:
Thou art blessed as Her servant.

This upon the same day of the Death of Regrets ceremony put on by the Circle of the Grey Moon.
The meat of it all:
Each participant speaks aloud a regret from the past year. In voicing the regret and then vowing to cast it aside, Her followers may end their year by letting go of their past mistakes. This places the worshipper, and their soul, ready to dedicate to the Queen anew

Many spoke of such things, including myself.
I regreted my temper being more powerful then my knowledge. Not taking time to learn where it is needed

After the ceremony, I was graced with a tour of the lovely Manor. It is well done in every detail and the hostess's were most gracious. Afterwards, a discussion of many sorts took place and was most impressive.
Words of note from the High Priestess, “Those who are faithful know it in their own hearts, and if others say they are not, what do they care? Those with true faith will persevere regardless”

There are other notes, I wish to add that are important to it all. But I think the faith commentary covers it.

QUICK things of Note:
Silverwood Manor has found my idea promising regarding working to build the donations. I will be writing something out for Rone Academy with the blessings of the Lore Keepers. Hopefully, I will complete the paper work on time.

I attended a dart game, sponsored by H.E.R.T. and lost, and then was elf knapped to a meeting at the House of Phoenix. Very interesting, very well organized, almost made me wonder why the halls of Rone are so quiet even when the names on the plaques of those that are members are of notoriety.
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I am not what you think I am.
But you think what I say I am.
And you cannot see me.
What am I?
A Lie

It's been around for millions of years,
but it's no more than a month old.
What is it?

Mighty Nikkisaurus

12-06-2008, 02:05 AM

It's been around for millions of years,
but it's no more than a month old.
What is it?

The moon?

Rue

03-11-2009, 06:28 PM

::scribbles and chicken scratch fill this page among the words while the whole of the pages within the journal are burnt on the outside edges:::

Toughest thing to do is to continue on. To face a failure, to face your critics, to face those passing judgment. Knowing you had done your best. Convinced they are the ones wrong, while they are in the right, . . . To stand tall, baring teeth, hoping it looks like a smile instead of fangs wanting to rip out their throats. . . . Perhaps I should not write such personal thoughts so bluntly.

It is my own fault, I pushed, I am responsible for my actions and let things go as far as they went. Pushed to escalation because I was not patient because my emotions won over my thinking. Bah. Excuses are only good for those who make them.

So it is a change of season.
I get to take a closer look at who I am again. . . What it is I want.
Through all the trials it feels as I have been sent back to the start. Except am not who I was the last time I got here. I have learned so much and I am reminded. . .

Darkness is where it always begins. The cold void and its brutally honest embrace. An embrace that is even more comforting after being blinded for so long . . . Wrapping me with honest truth of self. Showing me I am who I am. I have nothing to be ashamed of. . .
Regardless if I am alone or among the critics, and judges.

As it stands now,
It is time to seek the power of self. To grow stronger, crush the beast and do the odd jobs for the guild. To Continue to take whatever power the dark Queen offers and get my taste of souls as they lay dead at my feet. . .
And to Wait.

Wait and watch from the darkest of corners, lurking there watching those that cross my path with great interest. Waiting.
If I just knew what I was waiting for.

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I am the only thing that always tells the truth. I show off everything that I see. I come in all shapes and sizes. So tell me what I must be!

Tolwynn

03-11-2009, 06:29 PM

A mirror.

Rue

04-28-2009, 06:21 PM

The process of healing is slow, but the old adage of how time heals all wounds, is true. Each day new strength fills my veins, new challenges brush by and the end becomes a new beginning.

The silence of darkness grows with other bodies within its grasp. The fold grows with those that ask for a hand and I can feel the pleasure from Eorgina as she take their offerings and places them among us.

I had forgotten about my keeping record of my musing, thinking life would no longer require to see my progress and would let me be to grow stale as so many others have done. But something has begun. It is most likely nothing of note, but being the paranoid type that I am, and knowing my mind is often easily acceptable to forgetting the small things when I should not. . . . well lets just say, here I am making notes once again.

I have finally managed to keep to the Landing after traveling from one end of the world to the other. The hunting is good and I have learned my way around not to get overly lost. I took to sitting with a family in the store room of the temple and felt comfort in the darkness and in its power. I grow stronger and manage to keep in touch with a few that seek adventure. . . . .

Which brings me to a others embarking on a new start, and a realization that, reflex is not always a good thing to have.
I attended a wedding recently.
The bride was beautiful and the groom exceptionally dashing. The bard performed the ceremony and all basked in the glory of such Liabo goodness. The bride speechless, the groom proud and beaming, with words being spewed sweeter then the honey a bee made from the flowers blooming all around them.
I felt out of place among this, a dark priestess listening to this, wondering. . . what is making them believe the words they each profess. Talk is cheap and the light is blinding, and if I say speach such thoughts out loud then I am accused of bitterness. When the fact of the matter is, it isn't bitterness at all but a true question within my mind. . . However, this is not why I make any note. The bouquet,. . .(a heart-shaped white rose bouquet) was thrown, tossed and I reached out and caught it to my own surprise and dismay.
One can only imagine the comments from there on and the remarks that will be made to any poor soul who gets near me now. So the issue of challenge had to be made.

I, Priestess Telsas, will only marry the person who brings Evarin's head to me. Preferably on a pike but in a box would be acceptable.
So it is decreed upon this day.

The thought brings a smile to my face each time I say it. Not for the marriage part as much as for the sight of such a gift. The price for it would be well worth it.

And that is the end of that.

On to the second thing that drives me to write as I sit upon the steps of Luukos doors.

The same groom from the wedding, and his loyal Knight in arms. . . sent for me to aid them. Just as I left to answer their call, another whispered into my mind asking for some time. Pressed for time, I invited him along to go with me and as soon as I could I would answer his questions.

He agreed and we met at the gates, but I only caught a glimpse of him and not enough of one to see any more then he was there for a moment. I did not even bother asking if he was with me till I was almost to my destination. Time seem to be rushing at this point and my slowness a curse.

The small things are truly small upon arriving and not worth noting. There was a servant of Muralos, and those who sent for me. I know each well enough that I would welcome them to Eoringa's fold without a second thought, asking them to come into our midst (and I will leave it at that.) And still there is the who is not seen with us, that one is . . . the true reason I make note now. But that comes later. This does sound all so confusing even to myself as things progress but note of it I must make despite the length of this entry.

We all ended up at Eorgina's Temple, Great Hall, to partake in some palaver.
What I was told was that the muralos servant went willingly to be sacrificed. Then she mentioned that she hoped to weaken Luukos as a sacrifice of someone that does not follow him. . .
This angered some followers who sought to have her punished and punished she was, and willingly, in hopes to aid in furthing lord Mularos empowerment, by weakening Lord Luukos. She seeks revenge for the punishment she received, especially from one in particular.
So the whole thing basically is about such horrible suffering... and all for love of honor...and revenge. Each said from a different voice if you listen. (Yes, still encrypting some of my notes.)

The gryphon warriors seek to aid the servant in hopes of riding Sol Haven of Luukos temple and knocking him down in power, They call it their duty and claim it an honor to have the chance to help the lady in distress. So does the End justify the meaning or the meaning justify the end? Well revenge is something I can understand more then what the two warrior knights claim. My own suspicions tell me they merely wish to try and make a name for themselves.

The servant knows what will become of herself. That no matter what she chooses, she will suffer for it, and her lord will be honored in that. She cannot see anything good for herself, except perhaps enjoying a particular persons pain and fulfilling the part of revenge she seeks.

The Warrior Knights believe in nothing but victory or the very least, a spectacular death.

What do I believe? I think her cause is more justifiable then the other two. I enjoy seeing the Arkati challenged over and over to prove their power, maybe it is because they hate to do so. If I were to put bets on any of it however, Luukos would have mine. I have been to his other temples, and the serpents are a force to reckon with. His followers are not keen to outsiders and have withstood the ages of time in their faith. As much as I enjoy trying to convince the gyphon knights that the answer is in the shadows not in the blinding light, I will enjoy their failure more. I will offer to give them life and I might even encourage them to try again and smile when they are cut down over and over. Simple pleasure of the darkness, I suppose.

And the secret to all this happening for me, is the one that whispers near my ear where the others can not hear him. His breath cool and calm as the heated debates volley.

Eventually it was time for ways to part, and I excused myself from the conversation as it turned to other matters at hand. The giant had grown weary of his position and wish to be on his way only moments before. I felt compelled to still seek out what his question was after he waited through what transpired and I convinced him to meet me in another section of the temple. It was agreed and I rushed to the next part of this puzzle.

As I reached the gates, a soft-voiced acolyte appeared and said, "I see you bear the symbol of our Queen." She paused to open the gate, then continued, "Please enter at your will." I quickly walked through the gate and it shut quietly behind me. Looking around I saw a labyrinth ritual garden then he appeared from no where.

He had but a question. How does one that serves the Queen...offer favor to Lorminstra? (It was regarding deeds). . . I did not really have an answer for this to give him. . .

Only a speculation or theory that I have.
It is odd, yes but as mortals we have little understanding of the ranks within the Arkati. Their methods go way beyond my time of life and some things have been going on for so long that I wonder if the Arkati themselves remember why they do it the way they do. Perhaps Lorminstra managed a deal to have the power over mortals at a time with the Arkati did not see us worth the trouble. (not exactly sure they see us worth the trouble even now.)

I shared how I get through it. But still. . .
An interesting question. I think I will research further to find answers that are more truth then fiction.

I do know however, nothing happens without a reason. There must be a reason to the timing of the giant, and to who he is. It is not the first time our paths crossed and I got the impression last time was not as pleasant as it was this time. (I really need to make more notes to reflect upon, especially since I can not remember such simple things as meeting a person before.)

Enough said for now.
__________________________________________________ _________

What can be broken with one word?

. . . . . . . .

Tolwynn

04-28-2009, 06:23 PM

Silence.

4a6c1

05-31-2009, 01:00 AM

This thread is smokin

Rue

10-11-2009, 08:08 PM

Six months or so later.

Going through the time of year where I have to clean out the lockers and stuffed beneath a cashmere blanket in some wicker basket I found this journal. Reading through the pages made me realize how important it is to keep this going not only to show me the struggles but to recall the fun times and challenges I faced and how I faced them.

So dusting off the pages again. I come to share some first and keep track of what needs to be kept track of.

I can't remember how the Luukos saga turned out, not that it matters. Since then Sol Haven was attacked and devoured and cleansed and returned. Many undead and sea creatures and Charl getting involved. I am not a havenite but fought by their sides in hopes of keeping the temple I serve preserved. In the end it all came about, Sol Haven is once more a sleepy sea side town.

Paupers . . .
Resurgence of ghostly activity within the House of Paupers has led many to speculate that the power of Leviticus Shaw is growing by the day and that it is only a matter of time until he finds another way to return in the flesh. It is to that end that the brave officers and members of Paupers have come together to ensure that the bleak future Shaw seeks will never come to pass. This says enough of past to now. The part I played was brief. I was not very successful and the chance to see a key to my origin was taken back.

Rone . . . the halls are so quiet that not even the members that walk by, acknowledge that there is anyone else near.

The Pub . . .They are still my family where I fit best even if I do not sit and drink with them as much as I used to. But as a daughter I move forward to the world from the shelter they gave knowing I am still apart of them.

The family in the storeroom that I merged into is still part of who I am now. The rogue has proposed and is aware of the decree and speaks to himself of ways to solve this problem often chastening me for making such a thing in the first place. . .

But what is done is done. I have grown from the dark flower in the corner to the white rose on the altar and will bloom as the darkness caresses each petal with its lips and teeth. I can feel the edge of each fang, beg for it to cut and make me bleed. To seep into its mouth and taste it with my own.

The Gate comes and that is where the cycle will start on which direction things will take. I managed also to gain access to the Auction. So the stories start again from this point. The book re-opened and the path shadowed instead of purged in its own the darkness.

Time will show me the way. I will keep diligent this time in writing it all down. (Ok, I had to laugh, I know I always say I will and never do, but this time I am going to! Really!)

__________________________________________
The silk and satin of my sheen
Would make a present for a Queen
But who could guess my lowly start?
A piece of grit lies at my heart.
What am I?

AnticorRifling

10-11-2009, 08:13 PM

saga != SEGA

DaCapn

10-12-2009, 03:01 AM

The silk and satin of my sheen
Would make a present for a Queen
But who could guess my lowly start?
A piece of grit lies at my heart.
What am I?

A pearl.

Rue

11-25-2009, 01:15 AM

The edge. A fine line. A sharpness, a need, a part that wants something and the part that wants nothing. It is a transition of position, a place where everyone would love to drown in the sweet embrace of darkness or at the very least plunge into the debts to set themselves free. Tittering and tottering. Walking on your toes, ignoring the pit of your stomach as it knows something lurks. Wanting to look but knowing better then to see.

Second note of lurking thoughts

I just want something I can never have

Events of note:

Ran through the gate in pure glee. Always my favorite time of year when the dead manage to return and are put through such rigorous task to pay for some forgotten crime they claim there virtuous of. Some manage to put on airs, but most accept the task they are chained to. But the fest is so much more then the ghost. It is about the games that you can drag friends around you with. There was no real change in the games from the others years except for the people I drug through them. Friends that had never been and will remember the fun they had the first go around and I for seeing it through their eyes. Reminding me of my own first time and resparking the fun. Good stuff to do as friendships are foraged and I even got a fish won by my mate. Did I mention how the apples taste better every year too for some reason? Well they do.

There seem a few things that did not exactly work as I remember such as the mystery house, but then again there was other things that worked better such as the grave yard giving items that worked to open rooms in the tower if placed just right.

Shopping was a mix of some old items with new, and I spent a fortune too. I walked away with a set of thorny vines laced in a runic pattern tattooed on the palm of my hand after a short chat with what I would of thought of as a man. A mirror that now learned some more sappy phrases that make me smile. A hat that is uniquer then anyone elses. Bands. Lightened and deeper containers. Ankle-socks, a deep hooded rich red riding cloak and other fun stuff that was just, well fun.

I did all I could and enjoyed the mood and people around me. It remains my favorite time of year.

Sorting for days comes next, and even now a maid still sends notes for me to finish. But alas I felt the pull of hunting making my blood itch and I have finally run myself into a sweet sweat to dull the edge. Enough to allow myself to reflect upon it.

Events came and went, some I recall some I don't. Rum always seems at hand with a quick grin from a slyvan.

Won a story contest, telling the tall tale about the wolf and the girl wearing a red riding cloak. I am keeping the socks for fun. I somehow think the house of Onoir will secretly laugh when I wear them.

I am in the landing, but not for very much longer. Looking forward to a new hunting ground. It is still a little early to change areas. However, I had the house moved from Mist Harbor to Teras recently and it makes a good excuse as any for a small getaway. For a few days at least.

There are other notes to include, but I am not going to. Not out of stubbornness, not out of laziness, or cause I lack a ways to say things. It is more of a reflecting time. Just finding my spot. People walking around me everyday, walking their paths as I work through mine.

@}-,--{--'--
____________________________________

There are four brothers in this world that were all born together:
The first he runs and never wearies.
The second eats and is never full.
The third he drinks and is ever thirsty. And
The fourth sings a song that is never good.

Who are they?

Savageheart

12-15-2009, 06:25 PM

The answer to your inquiry is elementary

Water runs unto the ends
Fire eats appetites insatiable
Earth drinks as nature tends
Wind sings a clever minstrel

Never could resist a riddle... Rhyming well I'm bored.

Ormr

12-18-2009, 03:10 PM

Actually, The answer to Rue's riddle that DaCapn posted pearl as the answer for is incorrect.

It's actually an oyster. :tumble:

AnticorRifling

12-18-2009, 03:13 PM

Should be pearl. The oyster makes the pearl....

You don't give a queen an oyster (unless she's into chicks but then you give her a clam).

Ormr

12-18-2009, 03:29 PM

I demand restitution! I was given clams! There's dirt at the middle of pearls? Sounds gross. 'A piece of grit lies at my heart'. The bed of an oyster refers to it's 'heart'. Just saying. /grin. Can go both ways. Plus, chicks dig shucking oysters at those carnival places these days.

I stand corrected! Anticor, I demand green cookies. :medieval:

Anil Ji Garg

01-08-2010, 02:59 AM

Overall, the Merchants Guild was most gracious host to an event I look forward to attending next year if I am around. At least now I have a better idea what trash to save for next year.http://www.royalesauna.com/images/Infrared%20Sauna%20Pics/2%20Person%20Far%20Infrared%20Sauna%20Showroom.gif

DaCapn

01-28-2010, 07:56 PM

Rue

03-29-2010, 01:26 AM

A disturbing dream. . .

Dream or nightmare. . . the thorn of the black rose penetrating my temple or was it the petals of it's darkness caressing my lips. I do not know. . .

I thought I laid to sleep, I know it was late, I know I am rambling I know I know . . . I KNOW. . . but the dream was so real. . .

Silver light sparkled on the air, which suddenly turned cold and drew with it an unyielding wind.

Tall and imposing, an ornate throne rose at the distant end of the room upon a dais fashioned of sanguine-veined ebon marble. Moonlight streamed in through floor-to-ceiling windows covered in silk sheers that flutter in a cool breeze, offering a glimpse of snow covered peaks beyond and if you just turned your head right, just enough . . . the volcano mountain of Teras too. A pair of golden candelabras spread their filigreed arms toward the distant ceiling and provided a soft illumination for all under their glow.

I stood at the window, it isn't an unfamiliar place, But the fear in my heart was. The trembling in my soul foreign. I could hear his voice but could not see him.
"All our times have come."
If my flesh could of fallen off and crawled away, it would of.
"Together in entirety".
I felt so lost. I despised it. He wanted me to take His hand. He scorned me. But who was He? Who was it haunting my mind that I feared.
"Your time has come."
I felt pulled to His world. It was clear I could not go on, resistance was futile. I took several steps back. . . the windows blew open and the wind caressed my body as if it was the finest of silk. The candle flickered and the flame disappeared. The fear was gone. I felt my eyes close for a moment and when they opened He had appeared, a dark figure in this cold room with his hand extended.
"Take it"
I ran to Him, taking His hand. When we started to fly and the walls shattered. It was to late to pull back. The grip tighten. no longer his hand in mine, but the long fingers wrapped around my wrist. As I tried to fall away, feelings evolved and my screaming began, a feeling of sickness within spread. His blood and mine, the two a lump sum of one.
"We'll be fine when your body will be mine and your spirit broken."

I do not understand how quickly things changed. The grip released, I fell from flying and hit the bed where I lay sleeping, waking with a start in a colder sweat then I have ever experienced. I wondered how I was to go on for a moment. If perhaps it was time to change my ways.

It was so real, real enough that even as I write I can see the nail marks left in my wrist from His . . His? Someone’s? Something’s! grip.

I felt shaken enough to write this down. To mark it somewhere. Its been so long ago since I have done this. My life is 'normal' and I no longer felt the need to write, everything was forgotten. Happiness no longer eludes me but this dream. . . what could it possible mean?

__________________________________________________

Riddle me this:

Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth.
What is it?

AnticorRifling

03-29-2010, 08:53 AM

An echo.

mjc

03-30-2010, 12:18 PM

Very impressive, Rue. I'm looking forward to more!
:tumble:

Rue

07-28-2010, 06:32 PM

Is it time. Time is forever for all elven. So many different elven. Our differences so vast. Dark elven is not like any other elven however, especially since there are different dark elven within their own culture. There are always exception to every rule, but as a people. . . We should remain as a people and not want the approval of the Courts or the Elven of Iillistam. However, that is a Dhe'nar point of view more then Fae, and so the politics of it all goes on.

Hardly what weighs on me at the moment though. It is just a nice alternative to turn my thoughts to.

Time. It moves on, eternally. Just like the elven life. We are not meant to walk it alone. Fears must be met. The hand taken.

I have known it would happen some day, and now that it is here. I fear it and embrace it with zealous. Scared and venerable. I have agreed to marry, Sthos. The news kept quiet and untalked about till recently, when the gate draws near and the veil thins. This has always been a special time for us and now it comes again we are once more talking of vows no longer just talking but after years actually getting ready to walk the talk.

A cloaked figure delivered a skull to the gypsy, who in return gave it to the warrior she keeps company with, who in turn delivered it to Sthos. Is it the real Skull? Does it matter?

The deed is done, the choices made.

I will wear His collar and be damn with what is right or wrong. Let the circus begin.

Date to be announce and the details are being formed.

__________________________________________________ _________

I come in a variety of forms from silver to stone, I am a bottomless container for flesh, blood and bone.
What am I?

AnticorRifling

07-29-2010, 09:54 AM

A ring.

ElvenFury

07-29-2010, 10:11 AM

A ring.
http://steynian.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/simpsons_home_smrt_royal_shirt.jpg

Rue

09-08-2010, 04:17 PM

Days blur as the wind blows the cool season of fall from the lazy length of summer. I must admit I will miss the summer days, the heat has always been my favorite, perhaps I will turn my eyes to Teras again soon. Talking Sir into the travel is the difficult part. There is little in the way of the hunt for him like there is for me.

In the mean time we have the family back in the Landing. Hunting is not really an option here for me. So I must keep busy in other ways. I have taken up politics and become an officer in Moonshine Manor. The title handed to me is Mistress of Torture. I do like the ring of that. The work is pleasant and comes with the benefit of rum.

I tried to penetrate the walls of Paupers politics ,however, there seems a bit of internal affairs that I can not touch. Which is a pity. I am still hoping to have the wedding in the rose garden. We will see what happens, I wonder if they know the time there is important with the veil thinning. They need to step up and find the answers before those on the other side find them first.

From four winds celebration of the new harbor, and its rebirth comes the days of Frontier in the Landing. Which has been mundane after the harbor run around. The games and houses were fun, however, the merchants seem to be wore out now and instead of greeting the customers they are hiding from them. I have things still in need of special touch before the wedding dang it. How frustrating but it does leave me with time to roam the streets. Which brings me to the real reason I have come to write in these pages once more. . . .

This might get a bit wordy, but the importance of putting it down is vital at this point. So lets me see where should I start,

The information I have gathered, is dicey at best, I somehow slipped into things but find it has my interest enough that I will be watching the landing a little more closely while here.

Let start with what I know, from listening to the group at the table, it would seem a few nights back. . .
Around a week ago or so, people heard a woman cry from a nearby alley
and few people, including a new friend of mine rushed to her aide. I really don't know how to refer to him yet, so that will have to do. anyhow they went into the alley.

He spoke of a battle that perused. And about how some bandits attacked this girl and killed her. A guy dragged the lass to town square central, while my friend was left to kill the bandits. He noticed a few details while in battle. . . He said the first batch of bandits he encountered where hardly skilled. Not against anyone whose practiced with a sword or knife anyway. He tried to speak to them, but they would not come forth with any information, so he had to kill them all. Slit throats, just lovely. Anyhow, he notice one escape with the girls pack. Not the orc bandit however, he knew that much. And the lass, well she had said one got away with some of her belongings, including some of her books and journal. The night watchman was alerted, and victim was taken to the Thrak's Inn and residency setup for her for awhile.

Now let me put in a little information about the girl here. . . that I have learned.
Her name is Mirayam and she is a human
She is slightly shorter than average and appears to be youthful. She has captivating crystal-hued eyes and smooth, cream colored skin. She has long pin straight, sleek raven-toned hair which falls gracefully to a point in the middle of her back. She has a delicately sculpted face and a slightly upturned nose.
When I met her she was wearing a thin black velvet choker, a pair of simple diamond earrings, a cross-strapped brown leather scholar's satchel, a thigh-length ivory bourde billowing poet's shirt, a hip-slung black leather belt, a pair of black sand-washed silk pants, and a pair of black silk slippers.
She seemed a little frazzled and frail even a little lost yet still managing.

But I didn't meet her till a few nights after these events took place which was last evening, I am getting ahead of myself. Lets stick to the point.

Its seems later on the night of her being attacked, the orc was spotted snooping around, and was accused of stealing Mirayam's stuff then some recruits showed up, attacked him, so he killed some of them and cut a few throats. One being an empath halfling. I wonder if he was just hungry. . .
Anyhow, the Chatelain Chambeli issued a warning to town a few days later about the orc.

Now here is about where I came into it, last night, he showed up again.
He took a friend of my friend as hostage, and made a deal with the group that I fell into step with. What exactly the deal was, I still am unsure of, or of the choices they made.

This orc apparently has a name too. Its Thrayzar Necksnapper known as the Assassin. He was of an average height and appeared to be in the prime of life. He had bright malevolent yellow eyes and burgundy fur-covered skin. He had long, thick and matted deep burgundy hair worn in a multitude of war braids. He has an emaciated face, a flat nose and a bony cranium. He had sharp discolored fangs and a wicked scar across his neck.
When I seen him was carring a sharp kelyn-edged longsword in his right hand and a nocked rolaren shield in his left hand.
He was wearing a long sleek grey leather cloak, a sturdy leather pack, a suit of bone-studded armor, a small halfling skin pouch, a bone-inlaid grey leather sheath, some frayed dark leather pants, and some reinforced steel-toed boots.
I joined the group as they were slipping off to a table at Thraxs. They were reading this poor woman’s small ragged red leather journal

It read as follows:

"It's been almost two years now since the old couple took me in. I haven't written in here in sometime. Though I still find myself restless at nights with an unyielding sadness in my heart. I feel that everything has lined up in this community for me to call it my home, for me to call its people my own. But there is still a nagging pull on my mind, on my spirit, that is telling me to fly. To not settle until I know. Until I remember the past. So it is with sadness that I am leaving Allace now, a place that I will always feel connected too. A local priest suggested that in my journey I make a stop at the frontier town of Wehnimer's Landing. He claims they have an old museum that would keep me busy for weeks. I'm excited to see it. I'm excited for the road and the history I will learn. I just hope I can find my own along the way."

"This town is rich with history, something I did not expect from the appearance of many of the locals. I love hearing all of their stories and the way many of them tear up when fondly recalling the past. I suppose part of me is jealous. Envious of their memories. It's been almost a year now and the town's healers have all but given up on me. They say I must have been traumatized and my memory should return with time. I wish I believed them.

I've mastered fishing. My adoptive parents have taught me well. I command audiences as I host storytelling evenings and watch them be lost in my tales, which are merely repeated weavings of their stories they've told me. I suppose hearing it from someone else makes it different, makes it new. It makes me smile. For a moment I forget about that which I've forgotten. Maybe life going forward needn't be spoiled by my life I can't remember

Nothing's worked. I've been in Allace for five months now and no amount of magic or rituals their healers perform has helped to restore my memory. The elderly couple that took me in have been very generous and supportive, perhaps because their children have been long gone. I have adopted the name Mirayam. It's just very frustrating not to remember anything, my real name, or even if I have any living family. Sleep only comes each night when I'm out of tears.

The journal was torn and very badly damaged, my little bouncy friend was correct in making the assestment, that it had been through more hands then a washbasin. So many hands that it was missing several pages, from Mirayams calculations she figured five pages. Does the orc have them? Or does the other group of bandits? And why would anyone care?
All this information brings up more questions.

Well to keep things moving (cause already I am sick of writing, I haven't written this much in ages as it is!), the journal was returned to Mirayams who agreed and traveled with us to meet up with the orc.

The friend of the group being held for ransom was returned. . .
The orc was pleased to meet Mirayam's I think, he seem to give that impression at least. He sniffed her, and after that he slipped back into the shadows while we were distracted with each other. Leaving the nervous lass alone and the bard that he held for ransom, well.

Does it end here? Ooooh no, apparently there was more to the deal. We took Mirayam back to the Inn then after some conversation we then escorted her to the Museum where she was hoping to find work.

There appeared to be more to the deal this group made with the orc then just about the book. They had to try and clear his name with the night watchman. I am sure the group made quite the impression. 3 rogues, a bard and a half demon all standing in the shadows pleading the case of an Orc assassin. Well not all of us, some just managed to keep quiet.

My fingers ache as much as much as my mind is spinning.
For now this is where I will stop. I will throw in more details as they come to me, but for now, this will just have to do.

~__________________________

A riddle of riddles,

It dances and skips;
It is read in the eyes,
Though it cheats in the lips.

If it meets with it match,
it is easily caught;
But if money will buy it,
it's simply worth nought.

What am I?

DCSL

09-08-2010, 04:23 PM

Um. A heart?

Tolwynn

09-08-2010, 04:29 PM

That, or love.

Rue

02-26-2011, 07:29 PM

Fallen

02-26-2011, 07:58 PM

Might be too long. If you post and it is just blank that would be why.

Rue

02-26-2011, 08:23 PM

Through the eyes of another, the moment a blur as my eyes only focused on one and his calm keeping me from losing control. A moment I wish to freeze in time. Lengthy to write and happen long before so many other things I need to write about still, but something I will not forgo just to catch up.

SO, here is my wedding day set in stone for the most part.

At the Moonshine Manor where the garden pond is. . . There are bluegrass lawns and colorful flowerbeds surrounding an enormous clear water pond, which stretches away from a short wooden fishing dock to a twisted mithril fence that curves in a gentle arc around the garden. A slender glaes obelisk rises from the center of the pond to tower over the area. A heavy cedar double door provides entry to the manor's interior, where the sounds of idle conversation and laughter contrast harshly with the garden's quiet and meditative atmosphere amid it a small carved maoral altar with some stuff on it.
Also here is: Sir Metadi who is sitting, High Lord Goldeath who is sitting, Wedding Coordinator Alishyna, Fremie who is sitting, Krishicall, Sir Aydan, Sir Cryheart who is sitting, Lady Maetriks, Lady Kysari, Lord Demyse, Kloake, Dayko who is sitting, Lord Liaro who is sitting, Cootey who is sitting, Jeril who is sitting, Lord Marakin, High Lord Tonklin who is sitting, Karibeth who is sitting, Luen, Astari who is sitting, Lord Strydyr who is sitting, Corlith who is sitting, Goddi who is sitting, Boddiker who is sitting, Jodeco who is sitting, Kirlokin who is sitting, Gasparr who is sitting, Lady Riend who is sitting, Seomanthe who is sitting, Greganth who is sitting, High Lady Aurla who is sitting, High Lord Mischung who is sitting, Sadiyah who is sitting, Jodia, Erreim.

A faint, flickering light emanated from a tapered black ceremonial candle, warming the area with its glow.

Jodia softly said, "We will begin in just another minute or two." while smiling out over the large crowd in attendance."

A shadowy ghost drifted out near those in town, muttering something about the future of Telsas and Sthos while complaining bitterly about its own state of affairs. As the ghost moved along some heard him start to gripe, "I bet those living ones are having a great time at Moonshine Manor, what with the wedding!" The ghosts drifted off, still muttering to itself as it vanished in the distance.

A tapered black ceremonial candle flickered a moment and nearly went out, then its flame sprung to life again, burning merrily.

A raven flew low, parallel to the ground, grabbing a tiny object in its maw which it mouthed a few times as it rose before spitting it out again.

The halfling priest lifted the lid of a music box causing a soft, tinkling melody to come forth.

Jodia stepped forward and started the ceremony in her rich soft voice

"Our family would like to welcome everyone and thank you all for coming."

A bit of melted wax dripped from a tapered black ceremonial candle with a hiss. The flame jumped, burning high for a moment, before it settled into a warm glow.

Jodia nervously turned the vaalin box in her hand, smiling briefly each time its clasp passed under her thumbs. As the crowd settled down she continued onward in the same soft voice

"A formal lifestyle is filled with traditions and ceremonies that are seldom witnessed by the outside world. One of the most moving and meaningful of these ceremonies is the one you are about to witness. A bonding ritual. In this case, The Ceremony of the Roses. This ceremony is steeped in symbolism and mystique that dates back for centuries..."

Jodia brushed a stray lock of her light brown hair from her glistening eyes and smiled into the crowd as she softly utters the last part after a small pause

"An Eternal Bond."

Sthos slipped quietly from the shadows to stand before the altar.

Jodia smiled at Sthos as the tapered black ceremonial candle casted its warm soft, flickering light.

Sthos bowed to Vender giving Erreim a smile and a curt nod as he moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with his brother. Holding a deep red rose with care, he turned towards the double doors to await the arrival of His Lady.

Erreim smiles at Sthos as a voice from the crowd can be heard, the kitten tells Sthos, "There's still time to make a run for it if you hurry."while she appears to be trying hard not to grin.

A small draft catches the flame of a tapered black ceremonial candle and it flickers brightly.

Fremie just limped through a heavy cedar double door, with his group following closely behind him.

Telsas smiles at Sthos as she enters the room, her eyes sparkling with tears either from joy or from the smell of being to close to Fremie (one can never be to sure.) Half way down the aisle they stop, turning to Fremie she places a tender kiss upon his cheek.

Cryheart smiles at Telsas.

Speaking to Sthos, Fremie says, "Abou' time some'n took 'er off our hands! Ye'll 'ave a won'erful time together ah'm sure."

Karibeth smiles at Telsas.
Fremie winks.
Seomanthe appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Gasparr snickers.
Jeril snickers.
Liaro smiles.
Karibeth begins chuckling at Fremie!
Sthos smiles at Fremie.

As if in thought, Telsas taps the edges of the rose's petals against her lips and gazes silently into the distance.

Sthos chuckles.
Fremie bows to Sthos.
Dayko squeals.
Riend smiles at Telsas.

Telsas glances over at Fremie with a saucy wink, tossing her head she continues her graceful approach towards the altar.

Jodia smiles at Telsas.
Metadi sits down.

Fremie chuckles.
Fremie bows.
Fremie takes a few steps back.

The ceremonial candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.

Telsas suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason.

Fremie sits down.

Sthos smiles at Telsas.

Telsas blushes a nice shade of dark red while she gives a uneasy chuckle. Taking a deep breath she walks towards Sthos.

Fremie smiles. (a small note cause I don't know if anyone else realizes it, but Fremie pushed Telsas, thats why she tripped!)

Telsas turns to face Sthos.

Telsas smiles briefly up at Sthos a pink blush instantly rises to her cheeks. She starts to lower her head, but Sthos reaches out gently lifting her chin up, till she has to look into his eyes.

Telsas gives Sthos a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely.

Sthos smiles at Telsas.

The ceremonial candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.

Vender recites
"Some people say that a dream
Is just something that one wakes up from.
I disagree."

Kloake peers around all the heads in the room to see Sthos and Telsas.

Vender recite's

"A dream is something that we all hold
Close to our hearts. Something that is ours,
No-one can take it from us."

Fremie gazes dazedly at Vender.

Vender recite's

"One day we wake to find that the dream has turned to hope.
A hope that someday your dreams will become reality."

Tonklin grabs the raven and sets it in his lap...shivering...he must be cold.
Tonklin shivers. (another small note here, Tonklin lost a bet ((or was it a dare)) to Telsas and had to attend the wedding naked).

Vender recite's

"Soon the hope becomes a wish, and we all know that wishes come true.
Teach each other not to be afraid of Your dreams,
Take Your wishes to the brightest star in the sky."

A tapered black ceremonial candle burns with a warm golden light.

Vender recite's

"And watch as your lives and dreams become truth,
In the path that you both walk together!"

Vender reaches out and touch a tapered black ceremonial candle on a small carved maoral altar.

Maetriks takes a moment to observe Vender.

Vender glances between Sthos and Telsas.
Vender turns to face Sthos.

Speaking to Sthos, Vender ask, "Do you have the symbol of this devotion to show the world?"

Sthos nods to Vender.

Sthos turns to face Erreim.

A bit of melted wax drips from a tapered black ceremonial candle with a hiss. The flame jumps, burning high for a moment, then settles into a warm glow.

Erreim just opened a vaalin box etched with obsidian thorns tipped in rubies.

Erreim removes an obsidian collar from in his vaalin box.

Erreim offers Sthos an obsidian collar.

Sthos accepts Erreim's obsidian collar.

Sthos turns to face a small carved maoral altar.

Sthos holds the collar firmly and passes it through the flame of the candle on the altar.

Sthos turns to face Telsas.
Sthos smiles at Telsas.

A tapered black ceremonial candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.

Sthos places the collar in Telsas' hands so she can feel the warmth of the flame.

Sthos offers Telsas an obsidian collar.
Telsas accepts Sthos's obsidian collar

Telsas smiles at Sthos who guides her hands to her neck. Holding it in place he secures the collar comprised of two bands, one of smoky obsidian and the other of firestone, wedded to become one. The effect is of a flame seeping from the edges, giving the illusion of searing the wearer's neck.

Telsas's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her obsidian collar. She smiles lovingly for a moment with a pondering expression.

Sthos recites:

"My Lady, know that as You take My collar, I shall Love You and cherish Your service always
I will guide You
I will protect You
I will teach You
All that You are and all that You do are now part of Me
My Love for You and Your Love for me shall never ebb "

Vender smiles

Sthos passionately says, "... never."

Riend weeps softly, quiet tears falling from her eyes.
Fremie rubs Riend tenderly.

Vemder turn to face Telsas.

Telsas smiles at Sthos.

A tapered black ceremonial candle glows warmly with a soft, flickering light.
Luen places a hand over her heart.
Maetriks gazes with awe at Sthos.

Speaking to Telsas, Vender asks, "Do you have the symbol of this devotion to show the world?"

Telsas takes a deep breath.

Seomanthe bites her lip.

Telsas nods to Vender.
Telsas turns to face Jodia.

Jodia turns to face Telsas.

Jodia just opened a vaalin box etched with obsidian thorns tipped in rubies.

Greganth smiles quietly to himself.

Jodia removes an obsidian wedding band from in her vaalin box.
Jodia offers Telsas an obsidian wedding band.

Telsas accepts Jodia's wedding band.

Telsas turns to face a small carved maoral altar.
Telsas smiles warmly up at her Master before returning her attention to the candle. Holding the wedding band firmly, she passes it through the flame.

Telsas offers Sthos an obsidian wedding band.

A tapered black ceremonial candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.

Sthos accepts Telsas's wedding band.

Strydyr looks thoughtfully at Telsas.

Telsas humbly says, "Master, I humbly accept this collar as a symbol of your ownership of me. To you I pledge my love, my obedience and my servitude. I know, You will look after and tend to me with the utmost care. I know that I will receive both the affection and the discipline that I require."

Fremie blinks.
Fremie grins drunkenly.

Telsas sincerely says, "In return, I offer to You the gift of myself. Thank You for allowing me to serve You. Please Take this ring as a symbol of my vows, and as You wear it, may it be a reminder of how much I love You, not only on this precious day, but every single day of Your life."

Sthos's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his wedding band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Vender smiles.
Jodia smiles.

Vender recites

"Now that the world can see your symbols that you wear as a constant reminder, it is time to seal these vows."

The ceremonial candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.

Vender softly says 'Let me explain the significance of the roses: The white rose held by Telsas, is still not in full bloom. It symbolizes her willingness to submit. The white color represents the purity of her gift, while the still slightly closed petals show that her submission has not come into full bloom. It never will."

Vender says, "The red rose held by Sthos, almost fully open, signifies his dominance. The red represents his passion and desire to posses and protect her at all costs, though it may require him to spill his blood to do so. The rose is almost in full bloom to symbolize that he is ready and mature enough to accept the responsibilities required of him."

Strydyr looks thoughtfully at Vender.

Sthos smiles at Telsas.

Sthos smiles as he takes Telsas' hand and with a thorn on the stem of his red rose, he pricks her middle finger.

A wisp of smoke rises from a tapered black ceremonial candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.

Sthos slowly guides her hand back over her rose, letting two drops of her blood fall on the white petals.

Telsas caresses her fingertips over the face of her rose while gazing thoughtfully into the heart of its petals.

Telsas offers Sthos a white rose not yet in full bloom.

Sthos accepts Telsas's white rose.

Sthos cautiously turns the rose about in his fingers as if inspecting the stem. Abruptly, he pauses and swipes a finger along the stem, only to draw back his hand to reveal a bead of blood along one fingertip.

Sthos offers Telsas a white rose not yet in full bloom.

Telsas accepts Sthos's white rose.
A tapered black ceremonial candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.

Telsas gives Sthos a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely.

Sthos lets two drops of his blood fall on Telsas' white rose petals, one drop alone and one on top of the drop of her blood.

Sthos and Telsas press their fingers together smiling at each other as their vows are joined and sealed by blood.

Telsas glances at Sthos, her lips curving up in a slow, coy fashion.

Vender says, "Let these drops of blood on her rose show vividly. The drop of His blood falls on hers, covering it and blending with it, thus indicating their union. Pressing the wounds from the thorns together allows their blood to mix, joining them as strongly as their own family blood-lines. They are now of the same flesh and blood."

Marakin beams!

Erreim removes a twisted vaalin-linked handfasting chain from in his vaalin box.

A wisp of smoke rises from a tapered black ceremonial candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.

Erreim turns to face a small carved maoral altar.

Erreim moves the vaalin-linked chain through the flames of the candle making sure to pass each link into its depths. Once completed he turns and offers one end to Sthos.

Erreim offers Sthos a twisted vaalin-linked handfasting chain.

Sthos accepts Erreim's vaalin-linked chain.

Erreim clasps Jodia's hand tenderly.

Jodia moves gracefully with Erreim's lead, helping him to entwine each wrist of the couple snugly against one another, twisting the length upward till each end meets at their tightly pressed fingers.

Vender says, "This chain is a series of links that represent all the events that have led them to be joined. Each one interlocks with another to complete the chain. Passing it through the flame symbolizes the purification of all the events in their time together as well as their pasts."

Kysari smiles softly to herself as she subtly wipes a stray tear.

A faint, flickering light emanates from a tapered black ceremonial candle, warming the area with its glow.

Vender says, "All bad things are burned away into forgetfulness and only the good remains. Wrapping the chain around them gives a visual image of the binding together of two souls into one."

Dayko grins at Kysari.

Sthos moves his rose to touch Telsas', letting the blood glistening upon their petals to kiss.

Telsas flashes a wide grin.

Fremie grins.

Vender recites I now pronounce you Man and Wife!You recite:

"I now pronounce you Man and Wife!"

Fremie beams!

Telsas beams happily at Sthos!

Greganth applauds.
Gasparr claps his hands.

Telsas tilts her head back.
Sthos beams at Telsas in admiration and with a loving gaze.
Fremie applauds.
Corlith applauds.
Liaro lets out a cheer!
Goddi applauds.
Marakin lets out a cheer!
The ceremonial candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.
Demyse applauds.
Karibeth applauds.
Goldeath lets out a cheer!
Strydyr smiles.
Astari applauds.
Jodia lets out a cheer!
Tonklin applauds.
Gasparr stands up.
Luen applauds.
Fremie lets out a cheer!

Sthos kisses Telsas for what seems like an eternity.

Kirlokin lets out a cheer!
Dayko squeals.
Jeril applauds.
Strydyr applauds.
Aydan applauds.
Fremie stands up.
Kloake applauds.
Seomanthe claps her hands.
Kysari lets out a cheer!
Greganth applauds.

Telsas kisses Sthos for what seems like an eternity.

Dayko lets out a cheer!
Jodeco stands up.
Alishyna applauds.
Tonklin stands up.
Liaro applauds.
Gasparr claps his hands.
Jodeco applauds.
Greganth stands up.
Dayko stands up.
Luen smiles.
Kysari applauds.
Dayko bounces around happily.
Liaro stands up.
Dayko bounces around happily.
Dayko bounces around happily.
Boddiker stands up.
Aurla stands up.
Corlith stands up.

Vender waves his fireleaf runestaff through the air, a banner of brilliant red radiance streams out behind it. The edges of the banner shimmer and reform into thick strings that hold a pair of marionettes aloft on the surface of the banner. The pair hold a sign between them that proclaims, 'APPLAUSE!' After a moment, the banner fades away.

Boddiker applauds.
Greganth pulls Seomanthe to her feet.
Jodeco lets out a cheer!
Luen chuckles.
Aurla applauds.
Astari sincerely says, "Congratulations."
Tonklin heavily pounds one of his fists into the other, producing a loud clap.

Sthos smiles.
Telsas laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Goldeath applauds.
Tonklin heavily pounds one of his fists into the other, producing a loud clap.
Fremie reaches out and pulls a squat bottle of Manor Moonshine from thin air!
Boddiker applauds.
Tonklin heavily pounds one of his fists into the other, producing a loud clap.
Seomanthe grins at Greganth.
Tonklin heavily pounds one of his fists into the other, producing a loud clap.
Fremie takes a drink from his bottle of Manor Moonshine.
Fremie's eyes grow wide, and a light sheen of perspiration breaks out on his forehead.
Fremie's eyes glaze over slightly and his face pales.
Fremie is stunned!

Telsas turns around.
Dayko bounces around happily.
Mischung stands up.
Telsas leans on Sthos resting her head against his shoulder.
Cryheart lets out a cheer!
Riend applauds.
Dayko looks over at Fremie and shakes his head.
Cootey applauds.
Greganth lets out a cheer!
Liaro applauds.
Mischung applauds.
Dayko shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
Seomanthe claps her hands.
Dayko gives Fremie a playful kick in the leg.
Sthos tucks the stem of his rose behind his ear, adjusting it to ensure its security.
Tonklin heavily pounds one of his fists into the other, producing a loud clap.
Fremie cackles at Dayko!
Strydyr glances between Telsas and Sthos.
Erreim hugs Sthos.
Maetriks claps one hand against her wrist in a reserved yet respectful applause towards Sthos and Telsas.

Erreim hugs Telsas, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
Riend stands up.

Telsas quietly says, "I am just amazed how many attended . Thank you all for coming to witness this moment."

Riend smiles at Telsas.

Jodia removes an antiquated soft cotton cloth from in her vaalin box.

Riend smiles at Sthos.
Luen tilts her head up.

Erreim recites:

"Lords and Ladies...may I have your attention please..."

Sthos carefully untwines the cord and hands it to His bride for safekeeping.

Seomanthe grins at Telsas.
Liaro smiles at Telsas.

Telsas tucks the stem of her rose behind her ear, adjusting it to ensure its security.

Luen turns to face Erreim.
Riend turns to face Erreim.

Telsas turns to face Sthos.

Marakin gazes in awe at Erreim.
The ceremonial candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.
Dayko looks at Fremie and squeals.

Sthos offers Telsas a twisted vaalin-linked handfasting chain.

Liaro turns to face Erreim.

Dayko tinkers with Fremie's appearance.

Telsas accepts Sthos's vaalin-linked chain.

Seomanthe smiles at Erreim.

Alishyna smiles at the couple, a small tear sliding down her cheek.
Telsas turns to face Jodia.
Fremie blinks.

Jodia turns to face Telsas.
Jodia offers Telsas an antiquated soft cotton cloth.
Fremie squints at a pair of gold-rimmed goggles.
Speaking quietly to Sthos, Demyse says, "You're stuck with her now."
Dayko sniffs.
Liaro appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Dayko cowers away from Fremie.
Dayko whimpers.
Kloake smiles.
Jodia smiles at Telsas.
Fremie grins.
Astari gives Strydyr a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Fremie begins chuckling at Demyse!
Telsas chuckles.
Telsas accepts Jodia's soft cotton cloth.
Telsas carefully lays a twisted vaalin-linked handfasting chain in the center of her soft cotton cloth.
Jodeco takes a drink from his warm sylvan brandy.
Jodeco looks rather relaxed.
Telsas slowly folds the edges of her soft cotton cloth over her chain and binds it in place with a slender cord.
The raven circles lazily above.
Telsas nods to Erreim.
Erreim grins at Telsas.
Speaking to Demyse, Maetriks teases, "Come now... devotion to one cannot be all that horrible."

Erreim recites:

"Before we head to the reception...I would like to say a few words about this union."

Kloake smiles.
A tapered black ceremonial candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.
Fremie turns an inquisitive ear towards Erreim.
Strydyr smiles at Astari.

Erreim recites:

"I have been fortunate enough to spend alot of time with Sthos and Telsas..."

Strydyr gives Astari a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Speaking to Alishyna, Tonklin says, "Stop checking me out..."

Erreim recites:

"Some might even say too much time..."

Erreim winks at Telsas.
The raven gazes at Boddiker.
Gasparr gives a short little hum of surprise.
Maetriks takes a moment to observe Erreim.
Tonklin winks at Alishyna.
Alishyna blinks.
Speaking serenely to Maetriks, Demyse says, "Of course not."
Telsas starts chortling.

Erreim recites:

"And during this memorable period...I have witnessed what makes their bond so strong..."

Alishyna glances at Tonklin.

Erreim recites:

"Each gives more than they take,"

Maetriks gives Demyse a lingering kiss on the lips.

Erreim recites:

"Each listens more than they talk,"

Erreim recites:

"And each wishes the other more happiness than for themselves."

Strydyr smiles.
Demyse gives Maetriks a lingering kiss on the neck.

Erreim recites:

"It is the perfect recipe for long lasting love."

Demyse turns an inquisitive ear towards Erreim.
Astari smiles at Strydyr.
Liaro smiles.

Erreim recites:

"Lords and Ladies...may I have your attention please..."

Erreim recites:

"Congratulations Sthos and Telsas!"

Erreim recites:

"Now let's go to the reception and celebrate!........Please see Sthos or Telsas if you need an invitation."

After pondering for a moment, Vender gives Sthos a friendly smile and a hearty thumbs up!

Sthos gives Erreim a friendly hug.

Pondering for a moment, Vender gives Telsas a friendly smile and a hearty thumbs up!

Great amount of applaus again and as the crowd moves on you hear Tonklin say, "I know ladies I know, you are all disappointed that I'm getting dressed...Luckily for Sthos and Telsas it will be the opposit as soon as they rush us all outta the reception later on..."

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Forward and forward I go, never looking back.
My limit no one knows, more of me do they lack.
Like a river I do flow, and an eagle I fly.
Now can you guess, what am I?