Post by dara on Dec 20, 2006 3:50:33 GMT -5
- this page is written with elegant, stylish and yet shaky hand writing -
December 19th
It has filled me again, the urge to write. Sobering effect it has, good aid to put past the months I've wandered around semi-consciousless state. My love, today I had a brief moment with mirror, with clear eyes again - like in the old days.
To begin with, I must explain how the world spins these days. Much has changed. Too much. Kings trusted organization, The Royal Confederacy, was disbanded. Few speak of the reasons... I suspect it was due to us fighting dangers whose existence itself was questioned by many. Might be funding, might be deception. No-one knows. After the disbanding former friends have scattered their own directions. Many have disappeared, some found new organizations to join.
So the world...something strange is indeed going on. Everyone seems to be aggravated to pick fights, the queus to enlist into aid of the Stormpikes, League of Arathor, Silverwing Sentinels and other militant groups are longer than ever. What is the reason to this? Perhaps it's the shiny shoulder armor and might broadswords they have started handing out for those who dedicate themselves to fighting for their cause? Whatever it is, even the innkeepers of Ironforge are baffled by this loss of customers.
I myself am slowly fading away from this world. My portals have become increasingly unstable and find myself lost in my thoughts a lot more frequently than I used to. That aside, I have started another undertaking. In the streets of Stormwind and Ironforge I see new young gnomes and humans learning their way with magic. I see the curiosity and sparkle in their eyes. They are the future. To them shall I will write down what I know about weaving spells and uttering incantations. That will be my modest gift to this world.
So, Hopkins and Flu, my dears.. this is the world today. Strange, ain't it?
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previous parts of this are on TRC's forum for those who care.
s9.invisionfree.com/Royal_Confederacy
December 19th
It has filled me again, the urge to write. Sobering effect it has, good aid to put past the months I've wandered around semi-consciousless state. My love, today I had a brief moment with mirror, with clear eyes again - like in the old days.
To begin with, I must explain how the world spins these days. Much has changed. Too much. Kings trusted organization, The Royal Confederacy, was disbanded. Few speak of the reasons... I suspect it was due to us fighting dangers whose existence itself was questioned by many. Might be funding, might be deception. No-one knows. After the disbanding former friends have scattered their own directions. Many have disappeared, some found new organizations to join.
So the world...something strange is indeed going on. Everyone seems to be aggravated to pick fights, the queus to enlist into aid of the Stormpikes, League of Arathor, Silverwing Sentinels and other militant groups are longer than ever. What is the reason to this? Perhaps it's the shiny shoulder armor and might broadswords they have started handing out for those who dedicate themselves to fighting for their cause? Whatever it is, even the innkeepers of Ironforge are baffled by this loss of customers.
I myself am slowly fading away from this world. My portals have become increasingly unstable and find myself lost in my thoughts a lot more frequently than I used to. That aside, I have started another undertaking. In the streets of Stormwind and Ironforge I see new young gnomes and humans learning their way with magic. I see the curiosity and sparkle in their eyes. They are the future. To them shall I will write down what I know about weaving spells and uttering incantations. That will be my modest gift to this world.
So, Hopkins and Flu, my dears.. this is the world today. Strange, ain't it?
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previous parts of this are on TRC's forum for those who care.
s9.invisionfree.com/Royal_Confederacy