AabahranThe Chronicles, Vol.13
The Chronicles · by Historian Eril
/--------------------------------------------------------------------\ | | | * * * * * * Thirday 43rd | | Vol. 13 * * THE CHRONICLES * * Winter, 1452PC | | * * | | | | - Power to Restructure, Power to Grow [Eril] | | _ _ | | | | ow often I've thought of a way to remember a sad moment in | | |____| history, and this is the best way I can fathom. I mean not | | | | to brag by it. The Library has seen a void of sorts, for | | | | which tireless work has been required to restore it. The | | news which is oft sent, carried on the wings of the Currier | | Crows, are the emblems of progress made toward a new era of skill, | | learning, and information. My work, however, is modest. The work | | of those around me is profound. Wars, duties, the resurrections | | of great Regents and Counts, the shifts of the earth under the | | heel of exploration, the dealings of madness, warlords, or fiends, | | principles of tradition or rejection ... beautiful truths, all of | | them belonging to you; they are your creations. | | | | )--------------------------------------o-------------------------( | | | | | - A Dance, A Drug, An Odd Man [Eril] | - Unchained [Eril] | | ____ | ____ | | / | rimulfr, with few words, paid | | \ rokmar is truly a | | / ___ visit. A blessing, a curse, | | \ Leviathan, one I | | \ | which? I have never heard such | | / gladly would heed | | \____| sweet and bitter tunes, amid | |___/ warning against. | | the roar of rain and thunder, | Naive as I was, | | and the tap-tap-tapping of eerie or | knowing only a small, apt | | devious anticipation. Dancing shades | tale given to me by Sir | | in the nether, a bleak fog, and too | Geoffram, I could not and | | many chattering tongues -- a drug made | did not expect flying | | to help one's mind survive the circle | into the sky on the palm | | dance of an ancient God's banquets. | of a Titan to be told an | | And there I shared in the awe, rage or | ancient story of arcane | | terror, fleeing, fighting or jeering | devices, beauty and grave | | as the beautiful flute of a grand | experience. The tale | | nature was played before a leering | began in a time foreign | | black Monolith. In retrospect, it was | and distant. A million | | pure bliss, but I imagine many would | paintings and murals | | not agree. There is the warning, or | could not portray the | | the temptation: Grimulfr's orchestra | vastness of its war, the | | is of a new -- or shall I say old -- | prizes of battle, nor the | | beauty. It is not forgotten. | might of its combatants. | | | | | )--------------------------------------o (Continued...) | | | | I now meditate on what I have been told, and although the tale is | | one of impressing color and is tonally glorious, I find it quite | | impossible to relay it. It is the message, the words below the | | words, which entombs the soul of experience. No amount of work in | | the realm of symbols could possibly hope to convey it. When I | | saw there that Lord Drokmar wore the broken Chains of Despair on | | his wrists, the chains which imprisoned him for so long and robbed | | him of countless opportunities, I began to see the true meaning of | | discovery: finding that which is relevant to experience. | |____________________________________________________________________| |Chief Editor: Historian Eril | The Library accepts any articles of | |any artistic merit; send any stories or expressions you wish! | \--------------------------------------------------------------------/