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| Welcome to Elenlond, an original medieval fantasy forum! We're always looking for new, dedicated members. Elenlond is composed of two continents: Soare and Esiria. Esiria, a land now isolated due to the efforts of the last remaining Goddess, is inaccessible to all beings and lies in the east. Soare, a continent in the west, is composed of three distinct nations: Ashoka, Soto, and Morrim. Lying between the two major continents are the Scattered Isles. Since the dissolution of the pantheon and the fall of the gods, these countries have existed in relative peace and prosperity. But how long will that peace last? Enter Elenlond; Turn the pages and tell your own tale. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Alyth's Soul | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 7 2009, 09:25 PM (62 Views) | |
| Alyth | Jul 7 2009, 09:25 PM Post #1 |
Muse Faucet
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Written in old script styles in ink, the messages are written in various hands. -Unknown- Little kitty little kitty come play in the lovely tree so pretty so pretty come run in the fields with me oh pity oh pity, no one can set you free -Unknown- Sweetest dreamer wakes in terror, hearing the demon song. Secrets lay in every verse, unbeknown to you. Memories of distant past haunt you in your sleep. Those dangers are long since over. Rise you of deepest slumber, the game is not yet done. Rest now my precious child, you need strength to face the road ahead. Though you are safe and now awake, the worst has yet to come. -Alyth- I discovered this book in the library of Sammeln Eidechse, The Crimson Claw. It was given to me by a strange shadow of a man, that I can only assume was a product of my imagination. The book has been with me ever since. Sometimes I find it up my sleeve, even when I do not remember putting it there. On the first night of my stay at Sammeln's Palace he 'invited' me to dinner. We argued, which resulted in me being thrown into a room wholly of light. The room was made of sunstone, emulating the brightest of days. I attempted to use the book to escape the room by slamming it against the bolts on the door. Eventually I passed out, but when I awoke, the book was curiously nearby again. Sometimes I find words and strange rhymes in the book. Most of the time the pages remain blank. I have decided to write on the blankest pages in the hope I will not entirely lose my mind. The magical nature of the book is a small comfort to me. Perhaps it will keep even Sammeln from prying into it. He claims he will keep me prisoner to save me from other forces in the world. Yet who will save me from him? He does not understand that the most precious treasures in life are precious because they are free to change. Even his servant Requiem, who has been a comfort and help to me, is already tasting defeat. She who tells me to find what happiness I can, and patience, has become little more than a ghost in his halls. The Crimson Claw is also a bit of a hypocritical mystery. I am shown off like a prize cow in an auction yet he finds himself jealous when people stare. He lavishes me with all the luxuries a typical woman would want, and though he considers me different, takes no time to truly know what I would like. Sometimes I feel I am a victim of circumstance, a young woman enslaved in high society. More than ever I am starting to feel a victim of time. I remember things that happened so long ago...that I am not even sure they happened to me. I feel I am losing myself again, that this time might be over, and I might not wake up again at the end of it. Almost as if the winter is coming, and I will lose my soul if I do not leave this place. Edited by Alyth, Aug 19 2009, 10:59 PM.
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