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thequestgiver) wrote2012-08-26 12:46 pm
thequestgiver) wrote2012-08-26 12:46 pm
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The Book of History
It is an old book, aged leather soft from wear. The edges are lined with a thin gold that thickens towards the center outside cover into a small clasp. The book used to be locked closed, but the long has been smashed and discarded so that all may see into it's pages.
Flipping the cover open shows paper that is smooth smooth with lettering almost impossibly ornate.
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Each mod-posted top comment will represent a page in the book. Entries appear overnight with no indication to who or what has written them and there is space for the characters to add their own notes. Please feel free to reply ICly and have your characters write their thoughts in the book or record additional events!
Flipping the cover open shows paper that is smooth smooth with lettering almost impossibly ornate.
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Each mod-posted top comment will represent a page in the book. Entries appear overnight with no indication to who or what has written them and there is space for the characters to add their own notes. Please feel free to reply ICly and have your characters write their thoughts in the book or record additional events!
Page 1
So it begins again...
Page 2
While I was going up the Stair, I saw a town that wasn’t there. Will it be there again today? That alone, I cannot say.
Page 3
“From nothing had it come, and from nothing hence it went. Lost outside of memory, the town of West Haven was undone, leaving no trace and nothing but the feeling that there was more to this world they had been summoned to than they had been lead to believe. What challenges will our Brave Heroes face as they set out on their Quest to find the Truth behind the world they have found themselves in? Only time shall tell...”
Page 4
“And from above, a great crack! As those below cried out, thus, the moon shattered, it’s glossy shine falling to the earth below in a fine powder of snow....”
Page 5
“Only one who is pure of heart and deed may tread upon these sacred seals. Only one who wishes to set right the wrongs of this world may step past this sacred altar and accept to her hands the blessing of one who wishes change.
Come, Hero. Accept into yourself my power. Open yourself to My Word and together shall we reform this world into the image as it should be....”
Page 6
Chaos waltzes within the stronghold of Order, trailing fire that burns not without, but within.
Page 7
“...Walking along streets as ghosts, the echoes of those who had gone ahead and those who would follow mingle. What do you see as you walk where all is before you? How set is the future that can be seen? How true is the past that no longer...?”
Page 8
Even Order realizes what may befall in this conflict. Too long asunder, so far weakened. What a shameful state to have fallen to.
Page 9
“As the Heroes of Schwanheim rushed at the Hero of the Mountain, the time around them shattered, the Hero of the Mountain's time magic clashing against the magic of the grey stones the Heroes all had been given so that instead of being flung off into the farthest reaches of time, they and a part of the Hero of the Mountain were splintered off like the spokes in a wheel.
In each spoke, a battle raged, the hourglass that seemed to hold the source of the Hero's power shattered and the demon inside the sands released, the hero herself slain by either the demon she had wielded the power of, or by the Heroes. The demon itself, thinking that it would be stronger once free of its prison found itself instead weakened, and as the Heroes unknowingly worked in concert, the deadly blows landed all at the same time, destroying the demon and undoing the shattering of time so that all the Heroes once again stood together, as if they had never been parted.
As the sands of the shattered hourglass blew away in the wind, so too did the effects of the warping of time fade away. The King returned as if he had never left, the clock in the town began to run with it's old reliability and signboard in town returned to its former inane glory, its caretaker resuming his job with no word to where he had been.
And yet, all was not as it had once been. In that spot where the battle raged, there is a strange point of magic. A warping of space that seems to pulse. It is only visible to those who hold magic deep within them, or those who have been touched by it and those whose magic can see into the future may find themselves drawn to it and their arts touched by its strange power. “
Re: Page 9
We received your book. Can you read this? Will you respond?