(more under the fold)
Where had I gone? All that my mind would recall were the visions which consumed my mind. Had I slept? Suddenly, I felt as though many a year had gone to rest. My soul heavy, even the armor against my flaking wounds felt strange. The awkward stiffness of a garment first worn. My sword as much a stranger to me as the thoughts that held me prisoner.
Yet, one tether to this realm has remained steadfast, Abhaya. The only inhabitant of this wretched waste worthy of any suffering, a pain to which I could return in any pantheon of ages. As I contemplated, a loss unbearable began to creep into my mind. Am I alone in this illusion, have I chosen to believe? My reflection staring back beckons... it shall not come to pass. I am yet not spent.Gathering the wools of time,
A river weaves her idle thoughts.
While word-smiths carry only rhyme,
And meld the forge's mighty wake.
Soon their fury floods once more,
As currents etch a restless shore.
Swirls of silt laid on the land,
Left to gather storms anew.
How fearful kindness slips a blade,
To her soul laid bare and frayed.
A loss that crests the iron bow,
As dead men rise the shadows fall.
--Letters to Abhaya
Have I gone mad friends? Or, shall I continue? I leave it to you.)
(If any mod would find it in their kindness to unlock the old thread, the adventure would be more properly continued therein. I would pledge all 666.66 of my fg to have it active. I tried posting to it, but alas...)