Monday, November 01, 2004
Book of Windsong
In the journals of time, through the dust of the ages, one man has left his mark like no other. Undeniably, he is the greatest traveler in the history of the lands, and concurrently one of the most prominent wizard. He is the vagrant mage, Windsong.
He alone, is responsible for the doumentation of the Vast Outer Realms, and it is he who brought knowledge to the people of the Great Border Wall and the Gal'Bolrye Divide.
Seeking to learn the secrets of the land, Windsong's travels heralded the great age of exploration, and leaving in his footsteps, learning and discovery. His great journey, is widely accepted to come from his journal, titled "the hundred year quest". Most of the records come from copies and excerpts from that ancient tome, yet none remained of his original text. Lost in time, they all say. Historians and geographers alike seek the ultimate prize - The book of Windsong himself.
Little do they understand the futility of their search, for it is pointless and at most, a meaningless exercise. The book has never been lost, it's whereabouts have merely been a well kept secret and at the same time, an elaborate lie. However, on this day, it's marvels will be revealed once again.
Behold before the great portrait of it's author, upon the sacred pedestal lies the crystallization of a centuries' enlightenment. Behold in it's full glory the leather bound tome, whose mere existence could transform the most noble of gentlemen into the most savage wolf.
It is written:
The twin moons guide the the sparkling stream cutting deep the verdant fields, seeking the River Amberit. Over the rich soil the waters surge, cutting stone with the immense strength of time. It roars towards the falls where it plunges a thousand feet and feeding the source of life, with a sound of a hundred weeping gods.
The life stream enriched with tears of gods is drawn towards the mighty Gates of Dawn, for which mark out the golden land of mighty Ashgarn. Land as ancient as the Amberit. Land of the proud King, with Knights by right and Mage by left, the two mighty guilds lay flesh and blood for King and throne.
It was said of this land, a birth through fire and brimstone, when the flame from above scorched these hallowed grounds. So it is said. That in time too long ago, fire rained as the star met the earth, and thus our glorious kingdom the labor of their searing embrace. That star, the legends say her name was "Ash" and so bestowed on our land the name of our mother. Ashgarn, the child of he celestial star Ash.
These legends I have been told whence I once played upon the fields, and now I shall seek prove that shall bring legends into the light. To justify my theory that aeons in time, there once came a star from the sky. The star that would left a mark on the ancient grounds of our land.
Thus began my journey, and the night when the twin moons shone their brightest, I bid my wife and son a tearful parting, for the peak of the crying mountain shall be my destination.
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The sacred crying mountains, were the source of water to the children of Ashgarn, the endless well of the land, for the mountain has for centuries provided the people with their supply of water. It is the source of life that sires the 3 great rivers, without which Ashgarn cannot prosper.
It is there I believe lies the key to the questions in my head.
But first, I must travel.
Across the Y'lae fields, I rode for 6 days. There I saw the grazing herds. These curious creatures spend their life grazing on the verdant grass, nary a care in the world, and rightly so in the Savannah hey rule. What confounded my mind then, was the lack of water. Rivers, none to be seen, yet the grass grew indeed, and the grazing gazelles were not a mere figment of a wild imagination.
Gavin
pondered @ 21:18
