Lily
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Post by Lily on Apr 17, 2015 21:59:49 GMT -8
DISCLAIMER: For as long as Scarecrow writes chronicles don't expect any actual update on the plot in this thread. Actually I'm going to go as far as to say don't take anything in these as relevant to the plot at all. This is just how he writes. Take it for what you will.
Dusk, The knights of the Oldlands stood silent as I walked through the temple. I carried all three blades, most of the time I would only carry two of the three. However, wielding three would be necessary for the task at hand. Not actually using all of them at once as my ancestors could, but having an extra should come in handy. Bowing to pay my respects to the knights I knelt by the pool of water in the center of the temple. Splashing my face with the cool liquid from the pool I stood again and turned to make my way from the temple just as the sun began to set. This ritual would suffice for the time being.
Midnight, Holding my longest blade and sitting with my back to a tree, I watched. The lights from the moon flowed into the center of the lake. Some say the moon is plain white but that’s not what I see. The moon has many many colors, and once a month they twirl down from the glowing body and make their way to the lake. Truly a beautiful thing to behold. Sitting and watching I became aware of something sitting and watching to my left. Slowly turning I glimpsed someone a lot like me, sitting in the same way but his eyes were dark. He faded before I could inspect him fully, but the loathing and hate I felt emanating from the dark reflection made me shiver.
Dawn, As the sun rose, and the night ended I walked back to the temple. The knights nodded as I arrived at the center of the temple to complete yet another ritual. “What did you find?” One of the knights asked, stepping forward. “The ritual is complete, yet I noticed the fragments.” I responded “So soon?” the knight said looking worried. “Unfortunately yes.” Was my response. The knight nodded and stepped back his face growing dark, the life draining from his eyes. The final step was approaching. Wading into the pool I closed my eyes as the world changed. Back to the whites and yellows of the Ilionass plains. Gaining my bearings I looked around. Damn, it was a good 3 hour walk to the town, that kind of teleport can never be trusted. My clothes dried on the way back to the small town fighting the great nation. I didn't notice the second shadow flitting through the door into the Broken Noble.
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Lily
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Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Falnorian, Life
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Post by Lily on Feb 6, 2016 21:41:54 GMT -8
Journal Entry January Even though I grew up with elves, I’d never guessed that a little rain would put out missions for the entire day...Well I guess the two elves I grew up with were quite different from the norm. Now that I think about it, neither of them is actually an elf. Huh. Guess that explains why I couldn’t have predicted the enormous amount of trouble that rain would cause for elves. I guess they needed to tend to the trees. Huh, if I were enemies of Ein Ion, I think the best time to cause trouble would be during a rainfall, because apparently no one does anything during rain... Anyway, as the reader might be able to guess, we didn’t adventure and thus the day was somewhat boring. But that’s alright, I got to spend it with Vie and some friends. I haven’t met too many people my age, but I guess that’s what’s expected...I am kind of young. So far it’s just Sed, Ness, Tatiana and I guess Aracely but she’s a little older than us. Things have gone well so far. People are generally nice. A few of them seem kind of awkward like I am, which is kind of comforting...But also a little scary. I’d always assumed that my shyness was just part of growing up, and that it would pass. Also my life hasn’t exactly been the best, well I mean that’s true for everyone but uh...well one specific person who I have probably never met. Because you know the word ‘best’ means that only really one person could have it. Or multiple people could have the same upbringing...Anyway, you get the point. I’m mainly scared that I’ll always be this way...Maybe it’s not really that big of a deal. Plenty of people are shy, now I see, so it’s reasonable that I’ll turn out alright. The next few days will bring what they will. I hope we can make it through the challenges that the world decides to throw at us. I’ll try to help people when I can, and hopefully others will follow my path and the world will become a less cruel place. I’ll try to keep writing my Journal, but I get distracted and it doesn’t get written... ~Bran Mistwalker.
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Lily
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Post by Lily on Jul 12, 2019 22:15:22 GMT -8
Posted in wherever chronicles are, most likely through the Keychain. There is no name attached to the documents.
Entry 1: It has been about a couple years since I picked up a pen and paper for the purpose of recording my thoughts. Everything feels like it’s falling apart, in my mind, in my surroundings. Even now I can hear Susan and Paul arguing, I may resist the insanity, but it still causes me pain. Even when they were people, they must have loved each other…it’s like what was done to them has corrupted their very memory. Not just their memory, but our collective memory as well. I can’t pretend to understand exactly what haunts are, but these beings seem analogous to those tormented spirits. Entry 2: My dreams too are becoming more and more fragmented. I can hardly remember any of them, let alone recount them in detail. I used to dream so vividly, back when the Seers plague was rampant, and even more so when I lived in Echos. I worried that I might be next to fall to his Eye. I suspect as time went on I would have become one of the white eyed horrors. But the gods decided to spare me, perhaps I still have a part to play.
Entry 3: One dream does stand out. When I can get to sleep, or the meditative state that passes as sleep…It begins standing on a battlefield, a common motif in my recent dreams. I’m dressed in armor, an experience I cannot recall in my waking life. Everyone around me is dead, a sad reflection of the state of my oldest friends. I look down at something in my hands trying to remember the battle that had just transpired. I’m not holding any weapons, but that didn’t seem to matter…I look up into the north and see an encroaching darkness. I don’t profess to have a prophetic ability, but it seems unwise to ignore my subconscious synthesis.
Entry 4: I don’t know what the days will bring. Perhaps I’m falling too, my hatred and pain are burning themselves out. The initial catharsis that I felt from fury has slowly become a dull pain deep in my heart. I was brought into the fold because of my anger, but I doubt I’ll survive the turning of the year. I made it past the Seers, the Mana Wave, and even the Zombie Surge. Though with the nick-name I so detested I doubt I have close to 9 lives. I suspect that the next one will spell my end…
Entry 5: You don’t see it. You never did. It’s your fault and you don’t even realize it. The price of knowledge and the price of action. Knowledge can obliterate the mind, rend and tear asunder. But to actually continue...with the express intent to destroy? Who in their right mind would….You don’t know the cost…I estimate the deaths are somewhere in the hundreds by now, and you don’t even realize it. But who cares about the common people? No one…It's all about the self, the power, the lasting mark. That being said, we can still set it right. There is no ‘too late to recover’. There is no ‘final step’ in a dance so grand. There is salvation for all. Even if that salvation rests at the end of a blade, at least have the decency to choose it.
Entry 6: I guess I don’t really care what happens. It’s not my world anymore. I watched Ilionass fall to the brink of extinction and bounce back. I was with the party that took back the Sleeping Keep, albeit for a couple days. I stood in the center of the Storm and became the Ice Wraith, at least for brief moment. I am…a sad, angry, bitter, broken woman who can’t bring herself to care about the people who took up the mantel that she left behind. I wish you luck, those of you who read this…Find your heart before you lose it.
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Post by Lily on Jul 26, 2019 21:19:32 GMT -8
Entry 7: I wonder why I keep writing these, perhaps it’s a desperate attempt to remain sane. Perhaps it’s just a final reaching attempt to make an impact. I can’t sleep for very long. I must wake when they do. I cannot allow them to wonder. At least the animals don’t bother me, wise souls I guess. I have only my Lady to thank for clear roads. I haven’t seen another person in a couple weeks now. But it’s only a matter of time before someone finds me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to convince them that I’m no threat. Hell, if I saw myself, I’d have more than a few harsh words to say. They’re awake again, I must follow.
Entry 8: I’m so alone. I saw a caravan the other day, and people smiling over their campfire. I heard laughter…I wanted to join them so badly. I have Bug, Raenil, Susan and Paul to keep me company. No company anyone in their right mind would choose. But I guess that’s the hand I’ve been dealt. I don’t know how I’ll get these out. It’s been my fixation of late.
Entry 9: Thank the gods for my training in the ranger corps. I a gut feeling that something was wrong and so I darted into the woods, ran for miles, got so lost I had no idea where I was. Remembered my time in Ilionass, and was able to find my way back to the temporary camp I had set up. Sadly it was short lived and they were awake again. I’m worried that someone is hunting me, the things I know, the things they are. It can’t be good. Something tells me that the first thing I’ll run into is adventurers. The stupid fucks. How do I get it into their thick heads that I’m not to be messed with? Maybe they’ll have read this, and something will tingle the back of their mind. But maybe not. Maybe they’ll just kill me…and my journey will be over. HA!
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