Post by ancientempathy on Jun 8, 2008 20:00:46 GMT -5
Posted upon player request
On they came, in sudden.. yet even droves. Comely, beautiful young people, peasant to the eye, yet not paupers. Wheeling their carts. Promises of relief upon their lips. They spoke, to those who's pain was the greatest. This time, to the gealming gem of Cormyr itself.. Suzail.
The hour was late, when a young woman began to sing. Accompanied by a handfull of others, this raven haired beauty's voice resounded, breaking the utter silence of the night. At first, her voice was low.. even. Hauntingly beautiful. It was the sort of voice that could give even then dead chills, and make the strongest of men weep. It rose, in a gentle cadence, but though the volume of her voice rose, the gentle.. tenderness of it did not.
"Escape the carven paths..
Listen to the voices in your heaad.."
"Hear them whisper
in their ancient tongues.."
"Let them lead you
out of Darkneesss..
Into the newborn Daylight."
"My wound wide ooopen
Is there somewhere for me to heaaal?"
"Cruel shadows haunt my way..
is the Abyss the rescue I find?"
"SOMebody cuuure Me.."
"Siiileeentlyy.. I surrender.."
"The lack of hope is dragging me UNdeeer.."
"Finally.. I-- SURrender.. I walk awaaaay..."
"To Seek Comfort in the Dark.."
The young woman pauses her, as small crowds gather.. most still in thier night shifts. Eyes wide, tear filled as she sang of her pain. Her bright green eyes regaurd them all as she hum a melody that is soul touching.. she swirls, and twists around them all in a gypsies dance. And then, she begins to sing again.
"In my dark shelter I lay..
I feel my Spirit is flying awaaaayaa.."
"Is is the last chaaance
for my soul to heal..?"
"Then awakes me the Voices in my night.."
"Your wound has healed, we have heard what you've said
We will guide yoooou... You shall no longer fear.."
As her song ends, the last note is held, for a long moment. Her eyes turn toward those gathered, tears in her eyes matching those that watch. She bowed low, but none applauded. Appreciation in thier eyes none-the-less. And then she spoke. Her spekaing voice nearly as melodic as her singing.
"Come, let us guide you.. let us help you forget your worry, your pain.. come. And know, true rest.. beloved."
As she spoke, the cart stoped. The handfull around them began to offer trinkets, the dream catchers.. to gaurd thier dreams. The figures to remind them of those they have loved, to help them honor what they have lost.
From a mild distance. Three eyes watched. Three eyes felt, and understood the depths of sorrow those who the young people helped, through words, and gifts. Knew it, as a lover knows their beloved. Three eyes, that did not weep.
On they came, in sudden.. yet even droves. Comely, beautiful young people, peasant to the eye, yet not paupers. Wheeling their carts. Promises of relief upon their lips. They spoke, to those who's pain was the greatest. This time, to the gealming gem of Cormyr itself.. Suzail.
The hour was late, when a young woman began to sing. Accompanied by a handfull of others, this raven haired beauty's voice resounded, breaking the utter silence of the night. At first, her voice was low.. even. Hauntingly beautiful. It was the sort of voice that could give even then dead chills, and make the strongest of men weep. It rose, in a gentle cadence, but though the volume of her voice rose, the gentle.. tenderness of it did not.
"Escape the carven paths..
Listen to the voices in your heaad.."
"Hear them whisper
in their ancient tongues.."
"Let them lead you
out of Darkneesss..
Into the newborn Daylight."
"My wound wide ooopen
Is there somewhere for me to heaaal?"
"Cruel shadows haunt my way..
is the Abyss the rescue I find?"
"SOMebody cuuure Me.."
"Siiileeentlyy.. I surrender.."
"The lack of hope is dragging me UNdeeer.."
"Finally.. I-- SURrender.. I walk awaaaay..."
"To Seek Comfort in the Dark.."
The young woman pauses her, as small crowds gather.. most still in thier night shifts. Eyes wide, tear filled as she sang of her pain. Her bright green eyes regaurd them all as she hum a melody that is soul touching.. she swirls, and twists around them all in a gypsies dance. And then, she begins to sing again.
"In my dark shelter I lay..
I feel my Spirit is flying awaaaayaa.."
"Is is the last chaaance
for my soul to heal..?"
"Then awakes me the Voices in my night.."
"Your wound has healed, we have heard what you've said
We will guide yoooou... You shall no longer fear.."
As her song ends, the last note is held, for a long moment. Her eyes turn toward those gathered, tears in her eyes matching those that watch. She bowed low, but none applauded. Appreciation in thier eyes none-the-less. And then she spoke. Her spekaing voice nearly as melodic as her singing.
"Come, let us guide you.. let us help you forget your worry, your pain.. come. And know, true rest.. beloved."
As she spoke, the cart stoped. The handfull around them began to offer trinkets, the dream catchers.. to gaurd thier dreams. The figures to remind them of those they have loved, to help them honor what they have lost.
From a mild distance. Three eyes watched. Three eyes felt, and understood the depths of sorrow those who the young people helped, through words, and gifts. Knew it, as a lover knows their beloved. Three eyes, that did not weep.