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Following Arvent 2007-08-04 22:24:19 Fiery spangles of pain shot up Marie’s leg. She had crawled up out of the crater of the battle and was making her way slowly towards the distant mountains, as far away from the daquell as she could go.
If I may interject a moment. The people of the area Marie was in have long since died. The various tribes and clans have all changed. I talked to shamans, wisewomen, elves, and even a gnome who had been there for hundreds of years; none of them had any remembrance of Marie. The following is an educated, fictionalized guess of her travels there.
Marie’s leg healed over time, slowly because she was alone, and more slowly because she found she was with child. Arvent’s line, it seemed, would not be completely destroyed. After many months, however, Marie could walk normally and even run a bit. Although physically able, she was terrified to return to civilization: the child she carried was half palandin. He might be human, she thought, or he might not. The latter thought prev Read more:Following
Fulfillment of the Law 2007-07-19 23:39:47 Y
ears passed. Marie grew more beautiful with time. She stayed in a small abandoned home Arvent had found on the outskirts of his harran, biding her time. As patient as Marie was, so Arvent was doubly impatient. He had found love, and his love. In the small abode of nothingness he dwelt, alone from the world and apart from Marie. His soul grew more and more distraught every day. Seeing his wife again was always on his mind. One day, when the walls of secrecy seemed to close in too close around and his sizeless love for Marie seemed to grow even larger, Arvent repented of his miserable life and unhid.
He visited Marie for three days. On the eve of the fourth, the daquell found them. During the brief power-struggle that followed, Marie fled from her small home. The terrible invisible battle that occurred was short and painful. The violent waves of destruction that havocked the earth destroyed the house and surrounding hills. A great tree, ancient as the stars perhaps, was uprooted
Arvent Is 2007-07-06 22:35:40 B
etween the Winter/Spring catch of seal, Arvent was. He stayed within the inner-circles of the daquell harran for the early years of his life, but when he turned two hundred years (the time of maturity), he ventured past the bounds of the inner harran and went forth into the world. When Arvent left the Shallon Sea, he traveled eastward to Seradan, crossed the mountain range Ghard, and came to the land of Talismar. (I found an old parchment, quite faded as it is, and included a small section that includes the preceding locations.) He traveled, much to the dismay of his elders, in the shape of a man. He mildly adventured, eagerly learned, and then…
In the village of Green-Meadows he experienced an entirely unexpected emotion. He saw a young girl around the age of seven. She possessed beauty that seemed to surpass her age. (It should be understood by any reader who has not studied the Palandinae that Palandin-folk do not marry, do not love, and do not bear young. Perhaps i
The Beginning of Daquell 2007-07-04 21:51:23 A
s set down by myself, Aeden delviian, or told by the last of daquell, or recounted by the writings of Dairus the Scribe, who has left this earth.
When the World began, late was the hour when the Palandinae appeared. In truth, the other races had already established a steady foothold. Seven Palandin fathers appeared in various parts of the world: Morrind, veHan, Daquell, Wessì, Agnerra, Quentin, Mentin. They were the first shape-shifters, the Nothing into which Something was poured. Each had complete mastery over his body and form. The only constant in a Palandin was his outlook on life; everything else was immaterial, liquid-like, changing and shaping to the will of the Palandin. Although many other priceless gifts were invested into the Palandinae, among such immortality, freedom of will, and power to shape the world, the Palandin was foremost a shape-shifter.
Each father began to impact the role of time in some fashion. veHan started his harran immediately. Wessì traveled sout
Prelude 2007-07-04 21:00:14 T
his was the end. The Beast emerged from the cave — I had been right about the ceaseless red eyes, for his were blood-red. Twenty feet tall he stood, if it were a foot, bristling with muscles and fangs and dark, matted hair. Hissing, his drool fell from his gaping mouth and withered what grass it touched. Behind me I could hear the fierce sounds of the still-raging battle. The whirling plumes of smoke above me signified that either our town was afire, or their ships were. Either way, the battle below was neither won nor lost. Aeden was fighting, rallying the troops; he was still alive, at least… maybe. A lot of emotion played on that word. Maybe.
The Beast emerged and stood over me. I drew my sword, once bright and glinty in the sunlight. I held its dull steel in a warrior’s salute, soliciting a bellow and a snarl. This would be the fight I had trained for, looked forward to, crossed oceans, climbed mountains, left Rachel… This could be the last fight.
I grin Read more:Prelude
Mystery or Manifestation 2007-08-05 22:14:27 I am Wraith Daquell.
I do not remember the days after my mother died. I was too young, of course. Perhaps some unseen power helped me along; perhaps the power was my own. I just don’t know.
The first memory I have is of a large lady with a hooked nose shouting at me. I was perhaps one or two. Then I remember eating meals in a long room, sleeping in a hard cot, and always, always, hearing children screaming, giggling, fighting, or snoring around me. Somehow I had ended up at the Hapless Children’s Home in the small village of Green Meadows. Read more:Mystery
From Child to Man 2007-09-21 19:48:58 Daquell turned five years old when the Hapless Children’s Home told him so, and not before, and not after. He looked like a normal child, with light blue eyes and dark brown hair. His second half–the Nothing half, mind you–did not show itself until later; he knew nothing about it, anyway. The people of Green-Meadows were simple folk and disliked any petty grievances such as other species. They scoffed at Elves, regarded Dwarves as a minor annoyance, shouted insults at passing Griffins, and believed in the Palandinae only enough to use them as villains in their children’s bedtime stories. At any rate, none of the villagers would have believed in Daquell’s hidden half unless he showed it to them.
Fortunately, the newly-affirmed five-year-old had little time to ponder invisible shape-shifting halves. The village school, Green-Meadows Stature, enrolled at five years old. When the Master-Mother of the children’s home informed little Daquell of his new ho
From Child to Man 2007-09-21 19:48:58 Daquell turned five years old when the Hapless Children's Home told him so, and not before, and not after. He looked like a normal child, with light blue eyes and dark brown hair. His second half–the Nothing half, mind you–did not show itself until later; he knew nothing about it, anyway. The people of Green-Meadows were simple folk and disliked any petty grievances such as other species. They scoffed at Elves, regarded Dwarves as a minor annoyance, shouted insults at passing Griffins, and believed in the Palandinae only enough to use them as villains in their children’s bedtime stories. At any rate, none of the villagers would have believed in Daquell’s hidden half unless he showed it to them.
Fortunately, the newly-affirmed five-year-old had little time to ponder invisible shape-shifting halves. The village school, Green-Meadows Stature, enrolled at five years old. When the Master-Mother of the children’s home informed little Daquell of his n
Mystery or Manifestation 2007-08-05 22:14:27 I am Wraith Daquell.
I do not remember the days after my mother died. I was too young, of course. Perhaps some unseen power helped me along; perhaps the power was my own. I just don’t know.
The first memory I have is of a large lady with a hooked nose shouting at me. I was perhaps one or two. Then I remember eating meals in a long room, sleeping in a hard cot, and always, always, hearing children screaming, giggling, fighting, or snoring around me. Somehow I had ended up at the Hapless Children’s Home in the small village of Green Meadows. Read more:Mystery
Following Arvent 2007-08-04 22:24:19 F
iery spangles of pain shot up Marie’s leg. She had crawled up out of the crater of the battle and was making her way slowly towards the distant mountains, as far away from the daquell as she could go.
If I may interject a moment. The people of the area Marie was in have long since died. The various tribes and clans have all changed. I talked to shamans, wisewomen, elves, and even a gnome who had been there for hundreds of years; none of them had any remembrance of Marie. The following is an educated, fictionalized guess of her travels there.
Marie’s leg healed over time, slowly because she was alone, and more slowly because she found she was with child. Arvent’s line, it seemed, would not be completely destroyed. After many months, however, Marie could walk normally and even run a bit. Although physically able, she was terrified to return to civilization: the child she carried was half palandin. He might be human, she thought, or he might not. The latter thought pre Read more:Following
Fulfillment of the Law 2007-07-19 23:39:47 Y
ears passed. Marie grew more beautiful with time. She stayed in a small abandoned home Arvent had found on the outskirts of his harran, biding her time. As patient as Marie was, so Arvent was doubly impatient. He had found love, and his love. In the small abode of nothingness he dwelt, alone from the world and apart from Marie. His soul grew more and more distraught every day. Seeing his wife again was always on his mind. One day, when the walls of secrecy seemed to close in too close around and his sizeless love for Marie seemed to grow even larger, Arvent repented of his miserable life and unhid.
He visited Marie for three days. On the eve of the fourth, the daquell found them. During the brief power-struggle that followed, Marie fled from her small home. The terrible invisible battle that occurred was short and painful. The violent waves of destruction that havocked the earth destroyed the house and surrounding hills. A great tree, ancient as the stars perhaps, was
Arvent Is 2007-07-06 22:35:40 B
etween the Winter/Spring catch of seal, Arvent was. He stayed within the inner-circles of the daquell harran for the early years of his life, but when he turned two hundred years (the time of maturity), he ventured past the bounds of the inner harran and went forth into the world. When Arvent left the Shallon Sea, he traveled eastward to Seradan, crossed the mountain range Ghard, and came to the land of Talismar. (I found an old parchment, quite faded as it is, and included a small section that includes the preceding locations.) He traveled, much to the dismay of his elders, in the shape of a man. He mildly adventured, eagerly learned, and then…
In the village of Green-Meadows he experienced an entirely unexpected emotion. He saw a young girl around the age of seven. She possessed beauty that seemed to surpass her age. (It should be understood by any reader who has not studied the Palandinae that Palandin-folk do not marry, do not love, and do not bear
The Beginning of Daquell 2007-07-04 21:51:23 A
s set down by myself, Aeden delviian, or told by the last of daquell, or recounted by the writings of Dairus the Scribe, who has left this earth.
When the World began, late was the hour when the Palandinae appeared. In truth, the other races had already established a steady foothold. Seven Palandin fathers appeared in various parts of the world: Morrind, veHan, Daquell, Wessì, Agnerra, Quentin, Mentin. They were the first shape-shifters, the Nothing into which Something was poured. Each had complete mastery over his body and form. The only constant in a Palandin was his outlook on life; everything else was immaterial, liquid-like, changing and shaping to the will of the Palandin. Although many other priceless gifts were invested into the Palandinae, among such immortality, freedom of will, and power to shape the world, the Palandin was foremost a shape-shifter.
Each father began to impact the role of time in some fashion. veHan started his harran immediately. Wessì trave
Prelude 2007-07-04 21:00:14 T
his was the end. The Beast emerged from the cave — I had been right about the ceaseless red eyes, for his were blood-red. Twenty feet tall he stood, if it were a foot, bristling with muscles and fangs and dark, matted hair. Hissing, his drool fell from his gaping mouth and withered what grass it touched. Behind me I could hear the fierce sounds of the still-raging battle. The whirling plumes of smoke above me signified that either our town was afire, or their ships were. Either way, the battle below was neither won nor lost. Aeden was fighting, rallying the troops; he was still alive, at least… maybe. A lot of emotion played on that word. Maybe.
The Beast emerged and stood over me. I drew my sword, once bright and glinty in the sunlight. I held its dull steel in a warrior’s salute, soliciting a bellow and a snarl. This would be the fight I had trained for, looked forward to, crossed oceans, climbed mountains, left Rachel… This could be the last fight.
I grin Read more:Prelude
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