The Shrine, The Sign
(13 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Silvergate Inn West Ring Road Wehnimer’s Landing Dear Father, The most remarkable thing happened to me at the Shrine of Dreams. As I prayed and dipped my hand into the font of dreams, I was overtaken with a wonderful vision … The world around me grew dark and unfocused. A butterfly appeared just ahead of me, its pink wings gracefully fanned the air. Soon the beautiful creature exploded in a...
Hello!
(11 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s exclamation) The young elf hears my voice; a brilliance of joy fills me. I reach for her again, learning how to move her. She does not hear more. Her touch is warm, her caress moves me. I need; her. Music, must, with her. O, the ache of her. ...
The Altar’s Dreaming Night
(12 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) The vigil began in the late hours as she poured her heart out to the altar at the shrine. Notions she had barely dared to think, let alone hope for, poured through her mind as she gave them up to the Lord of Dreams. During murmured weeping, she lay bare her soul. She crumpled against the dark altar after some time, giving in to the beckoning, compelling eyes. His eyes. Soaring into a dream-state, she...
The New Change of Address
(8 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Silvergate Inn West Ring Road Wehnimer’s Landing Dear Mother and Father, You’ll be so happy to know I have been accepted as a member at Silvergate Inn, a House of the Landing. I will be staying here, so please address letters to me at Silvergate Inn on West Ring Road. The Innkeeper at Firth’s Inn will still accept my letters, so do not fret about that. It is a glorious establishment,...
Sometimes You Wish It Was A Nightmare
(6 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) It was a lovely evening until a man walked into Helga’s. The stranger started the conversation with me by telling me I seemed familiar. Ummmhmmm, and I might look young, but that line wasn’t going to work with me. Thankfully, I was not alone, and I took no small comfort in that. This stranger’s voice was shot, only a raspy voice was left. A part of me wondered if he used to be a singer...
The Scroll of Memories
(Squire Bluffs, Some-when in a distant past) Not exactly a story, but a work in progress of the people of Squire Bluffs. Do not take offense if I have left off your name, because GemStone II, The First Worlde, was 20-plus years ago. I invite you to add anyone I have overlooked in a comment, please. Likewise, please take no offense if there is no phrase next to your name, my grey matter only held on to so much… When Luxelle was...
An Old Journal Page
(A page out of a very old journal from Squire Bluffs, undated … there was, as yet, no reason to count time…) When I was young, the world was young. We feared Swamp Giants, … and people were injured even by the orcs. There was only one level of the dungeons. The castle was not yet lost, … And you could still fall off the bridge there! Vicious Cave Trolls killed the hapless; those doomed to wander. …...
Goals for 5115
(3 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Find someone from Silvergate Inn to see if I can join done! – 2 Lormesta Visit the Lord of Dream’s shrine once a day, if possible at Midnight Write at least one song/tale every month 12+ done this year – already 22 Imaerasta Learn the name of The Harp 12 Lumnea Travel to Ta’Illistim for paper (maybe clothes, too!) 19 Olaesta – and kinda stayed… Write home at least once...
Dreams
(1 Lormesta 5115: On the Shore of Dreams) I put my weapon and shield away. As I did so, it seemed I put all the cares of the world away with them. Stepping through the waterfall, my breath was stolen. Music surrounded me. No lurid crimson streaked the star-strewn sky in the protection of the Shore of Dreams. Moonlight illuminated a graceful arch. Here, the dark of night was warm and welcome; it was my soulmate. The arch drew me in,...
The Awakening
(1 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s interjection) The young elf sings me her name in the night; her secret name. Liquid, warm and precious, splashes upon my heartwood. It is my first memory. My thought next, a probing wonderment. But she does not hear. I have so many questions. But foremost of all, “Is she mine?” Now I wait. For her. Music make. With her. Oh, the ache of her. ...