Post by shanisena on Oct 1, 2010 15:45:14 GMT -5
*This old , lovingly used leather journal rests in the pack of a certain elf , along with a lot of other things you'd find on an adventurer among all the entries , one somehow stands out*
Entry XXV
I've lived in Greatgaunt for months , not much exciting happens here , Cali insists on amusing me with her shenanigans , but it isn't always enough. I did meet someone interesting , hopefully , one who'll sate my curiosity. I still can't believe how fast it happenned , I definately wasn't expecting such a swift escalation of things , but of fear of prying eyes , I'll keep just what and who to myself. I promised it would be a secret , none would know of it until decided otherwise , and it's not my decision to make.
I believe the town is in some sort of danger , Purple Dragons have never made their way this far , in some tiny town like this. Or , they could really be here just to keep the peace , time will tell. I personally hope for the latter , but some adventure to find it's way to this place would be a good change of things. Hopefully that wont endanger anyone living here in any way.
*beneath more of the written thoughts of this random elf*
I wonder how mother and sister are , I haven't seen them in what seems like ages. Darrian , father , I wonder if the Seldarine have forgiven you , forgiven me , for what happenned , I guess I'll only know when I go to them one day , whenever that day may come. *a few more scribblings follow*
*what follows seems to have been written shakily by a tired hand*
The dreams keep coming , night after night , I dream...of soaring through the skies , like our blessed cousins , the avariel , but I don't hear the rustling of feathers and I don't see my winged cousins flying beside me , no , I'm flying alone , and I feel strong , like everything else is beneath me , but I like those little ants scrambling about under the clouds, bustling behind their stone walls and tiny cottages , then , I come down from the clouds , the trees rustle and winds make them tremble as I descend , then , I suddenly become smaller , tiny even , compared to what I was , then I start running , I run , and run , and find one of those before tiny ants , and find she is just a little bit shorter than me. The creature smiles at me as it sees me , I can't help but be lost in those azure eyes , then taking in the creature's ageless , lithe form , I approach , and reach out with arms that are not my own , and just as I touch her , the dream ends and I awake , heart and mind racing. I wonder what they all mean , maybe Sam's Special is just getting to my head. They seem so real , again , time will have to tell...
*following are a few sketches of religious symbols , those of Mystra and Hanali Celanil most often depicted*
Entry XXV
I've lived in Greatgaunt for months , not much exciting happens here , Cali insists on amusing me with her shenanigans , but it isn't always enough. I did meet someone interesting , hopefully , one who'll sate my curiosity. I still can't believe how fast it happenned , I definately wasn't expecting such a swift escalation of things , but of fear of prying eyes , I'll keep just what and who to myself. I promised it would be a secret , none would know of it until decided otherwise , and it's not my decision to make.
I believe the town is in some sort of danger , Purple Dragons have never made their way this far , in some tiny town like this. Or , they could really be here just to keep the peace , time will tell. I personally hope for the latter , but some adventure to find it's way to this place would be a good change of things. Hopefully that wont endanger anyone living here in any way.
*beneath more of the written thoughts of this random elf*
I wonder how mother and sister are , I haven't seen them in what seems like ages. Darrian , father , I wonder if the Seldarine have forgiven you , forgiven me , for what happenned , I guess I'll only know when I go to them one day , whenever that day may come. *a few more scribblings follow*
*what follows seems to have been written shakily by a tired hand*
The dreams keep coming , night after night , I dream...of soaring through the skies , like our blessed cousins , the avariel , but I don't hear the rustling of feathers and I don't see my winged cousins flying beside me , no , I'm flying alone , and I feel strong , like everything else is beneath me , but I like those little ants scrambling about under the clouds, bustling behind their stone walls and tiny cottages , then , I come down from the clouds , the trees rustle and winds make them tremble as I descend , then , I suddenly become smaller , tiny even , compared to what I was , then I start running , I run , and run , and find one of those before tiny ants , and find she is just a little bit shorter than me. The creature smiles at me as it sees me , I can't help but be lost in those azure eyes , then taking in the creature's ageless , lithe form , I approach , and reach out with arms that are not my own , and just as I touch her , the dream ends and I awake , heart and mind racing. I wonder what they all mean , maybe Sam's Special is just getting to my head. They seem so real , again , time will have to tell...
*following are a few sketches of religious symbols , those of Mystra and Hanali Celanil most often depicted*