What amuses us and other ideas
It was only moment of clarity, but clarity none the less. From the East Gate of Divinity’s Reach the desolation was clear. Magic, unbound and chaotic, streamed through the sky. Memory landed within my mind with all the clarity of a dolyak fallen from the sky.
This was the handiwork of power mad and despotic fools.
Comments closedI pulled at that thread a little too hard. Memory coalesced into thought, thought disseminated into action. A shimmer of light gathered around me and I fell downward into a vastness I could not describe. I landed in front of Amnoon.
This was where it all began. I just had to find more answers.
Comments closedI had a gnawing feeling as I crawled onto the beach of Istan. The haunting recollection that I had done this before. The closer I got the stronger the feeling until I was staring at the edifice of my perplexity.
I was hopeful they had answers but my knew better. I had harbored this feeling that my confusion was self-inflicted. Chronomancy is not without it’s hazards, after all.
Comments closedDesolation lead me deep into a broken realm. On one side, there lay a fertile valley and fallow fields, living and the dead vied for a token of stability. Servants of one master, cursed into an unending toil while the living sheltered under those too brave to flee for safer environs.
On the other side, a wasteland of toxic rivers polluted with the waste of armies who’s ceaseless conflict had wrought nothing but danger.. or so I was told.
And yet, in the distance an impossible sight. Through the haze a phantom of impossibility over a hazy sea of death. I was called here, though I could not say why or how.
Comments closedBordered in The Mists, a mythical realm where many things crawl out and seed themselves into the world.
I, Vestolo, have crossed that boundary many times. I have seen many places and I can name none of them save Tyria. I crawled out of the Mists in some strange locale so bizarre I was sure I had not escaped.
It was only the familiar feelings of solid ground, air that was both dry and refreshing. The weight of my staff assured me that I was in a place of normalcy again though I feared that time would tell another story.
I found my way to a nearby city, more of a village compared to some places I had seen, but something about it sang a true song in my mind. People there nodded as though they knew me, my passing was but another occurrence of normal things. I decided I could use a drink, food and maybe have a few questions answered.
I had visions. Some so tremendously nightmarish I would never retell the tale. Others so murky I had to find others to help.
Visions of a strange city, maybe a temple.. I could not tell which
The visions plagued me but I journeyed. Bleary-eyed and slack-jawed I traversed the land looking for a clue as to what this place is. Where it was. Some spoke in hushed whispers as I passed, my gaze passed over them and they turned to hide their faces. And I didn’t know where all this was coming from. Bewildered, I kept moving, from village to township, hillside to vale. And at every stop, every night, every bed another vision found me.
They started with form, patterns I recognized and shapes I knew. Then as time moved the visions became dreams, the dreams turned into nightmares. First the mists, a theme among themes.
Then to a land blasted, torn and rendered inhospitable. Flooded and risen, cursed and poisoned.
As I fell ever downward I knew not where I would stop.
Comments closedI woke with a start, breathing labored. I was trembling from the dream.. a dream where I was in a cave.. in a forest.. under.. underground?
The visions clung to me vividly and yet distant. Close enough to touch, the stench of decay and moist earth filled my nostrils. This was too vivid to be a dream, it must be a message. I must find this place, I must know what brings me here.
Comments closedI should know better than to touch strange artifacts. During one Priory initiation I was offered the chance to examine an unusual hourglass. I was even encouraged to touch it.
That should have been sufficient warning. I know better, I really do. What came next cannot be described sufficiently.
I was reliving memories someone else had collected in this fractured landscape. Teachings and lost thoughts amidst the jutting shards of crystal. It was only through the most focused concentration that I was able to see the dangers in time to defend myself.
My normal illusions seemed to have more life here and I was having a hard time know which ‘me’ was true and which were not.
No surface reflected my properly. At first I thought it was just distorted by the materials, the very crystals that made up the floors. But then I started to see the differences, the underlying message hidden in the space around me.
This will take time to decipher. I’ve arranged for lodging at the Priory headquarters so I can better access their library whilst I delve into the meaning of my visions.
Comments closedOh what a week it had been. Or was it two weeks? I’ve lost count.. I’ve ridden from the jungles of Maguuma to the Crystal Desert. I’ve seen leagues of countryside pass from the saddle of my raptor, and while I yearn for a cold ale and a warm biscuit I fear I’ll not rest soon.
I’ve recently mastered the base tenets of Chronomancy and am able to drop wells of time so mystifying that foes feel themselves lost in memory.
I ventured west into Maguuma, deep into the jungle which even now claims the lives of foolish adventurer’s. Your biggest danger there is in falling, for there is no forest floor to land upon. No, the whole place is a series of layered branches and platforms nestled well above the seemingly endless pit of roots and ever-writhing vines beneath. I wasn’t there long, but certainly long enough to know I’d need to return with sufficient supply and patience. There’s few easy paths through the branches and frequently I was blocked by what could have been easily been overcome with a small airship.
The Pact has made a foothold though it struggles daily to maintain that presence. I spent a number of nights helping their patrols and crossed paths with a variety of troll I can only describe as “Worse than usual”. Seems Mordremoth, the jungle dragon, has taken to mutating local fauna and has produced a variety of troll I hope remains in Maguuma. I wonder how long he’s been working at this, or if this is just a recent occurrence coinciding with his reawakening.
I’ve made a note to stop in with the Priory scholars on my way east. I’m curious to know more about the jungle before Scarlet.
Comments closedI’ve rolled into the hills north of Lion’s Arch looking for my prey. I found it among the rocks and rivers and lakes. Though I’m still looking and I’ll keep hunting.
I have mastered the base tenets of Chronomancy, a feat which has taught me the value of carrying a shield. The more advanced bits will take more time and so I continue to adventure around the lands with my trusty raptor.
