And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
In the interests of not actually having this thread die, and the fact Jarrod's being mean and wtfing us, I will post an actual quote, and now bow out gracefully from the emoticon war. Edit: Ohai @Gaia! What providence.
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Alcove.
Bathed in light and covered in pure white marble, this shallow alcove is filled with an aura of divine reverence. Its walls are unadorned and the floor is bare, save for a tall candelabra of silver that holds dozens of candles, all alight with radiant flames. Resplendent rays of white and gold suffuse the smooth contours of a slender glass pillar, a fervent symbol of Light's resolve.
You see a single exit leading south.
It is now the 17th of Chronos, 624 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
You have tmoted: Melodie lets out a small sigh as she enters the alcove, glancing about the area as she clasps her hands together before her. She purses her lips in thought.
You say quietly with a flowing, cultured accent, "It isn't often I stand before a shrine to another Divine in prayer. Truth be told, I am having difficulty finding the right words to say."
You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "There are many things I could pray for - a chance at redemption, a fervent wish of having things eased for me. But it is not for You to simply give me a way, I suppose - I must find it on my own."
You purse your lips, deep in thought.
You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Instead, I will keep my prayers short, and simple. I simply wish to find the truth. The truth of who I am, what I can become. The truth is supposed to illuminate that which is the path of one who follows Good's teachings - I could ask for no more than that."
You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I have been a priestess... all my life. But if the truth is it may not be for me, then the greatest thing I could do is to accept that. But if there is a way to reconcile my own beliefs with that of Good's teachings, then that would be my heartfelt wish."
You have tmoted: Melodie slowly begins to untie a small, blood-stained ribbon from her arm. She gazes at it within her small hands, before laying it gently to rest before the shrine to Aurora.
You remove a blood-stained ribbon of white silk.
You drop a blood-stained ribbon of white silk.
Approximately three feet long and an inch in width, this strip of ribbon has been hand-woven from fine silk and tinted pure, niveous white. Darkened stains of dried blood are soaked in haphazardly throughout the threads, the sudden violence of the hue startling.
It has 56 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Melodie.
You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I've little enough to offer You, Lady, that is of much worth. I remember the day You returned to us, and my bloodsworn and I emulating the ritual of You and the Righteous Fire in private. It is not much, but he stood as my inspiration to Devotion for most of my life."
You say quietly with a flowing, cultured accent, "I pray I find the truth, no matter what it brings."
You lower your head respectfully before a shrine of Aurora.
You have tmoted: Melodie glances about the small alcove once more, before slowly departing.
(Next day, I realize the ribbon is missing, and I figure it was simply picked up/stolen. Couple of IRL days later, sitting somewhere quiet by myself, when...)
Amberous spores drift through the atmosphere, petrifying into the perennial form of Gaia, the Wildwood Queen.
Gaia ponders you with a contemplative expression.
You blink.
You bow respectfully to Gaia.
Gaia gives a delicate letter of the wilds to you.
read letter
You see that the letter contains a blood-stained ribbon of white silk.
There is nothing written there.
Gaia, the Wildwood Queen says to you, "Even those who are lost amidst civilisation garner My attention, for brief moments."
You have tmoted: Melodie stares at the letter blankly.
Gaia, the Wildwood Queen says to you, "I do hope that the truth does eventually find you, Lady Le'Murzen."
Gaia dissolves, an aureate haze of spores lingering in Her wake.
You tell Gaia, the Wildwood Queen, "Thank You, my Lady. I had not expected the Wildwood Queen to hear my little prayer, but it is most heartening to know it was heard."
The Divine voice of Gaia echoes in your head, "The wind carries the whispers of every creature, Lady Le'Murzen."
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Oh no! Yue're dead!
i'm a rebel
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Oh -
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Party right, party hard,
Sing and dance, perfect bard.
Prefarar loop, accentato whore,Buy a new rapier, get nerfed some more.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
(Party): Sohl says, "They'll think twice before attempting to impregnate the
city again."
I -don't- think that's what Targossas was here for.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Party right, party hard,
Sing and dance, perfect bard.
Prefarar loop, accentato whore,Buy a new rapier, get nerfed some more.