Dear Hope of Mankind,
I have decided that I hate traveling. Very much so. When I bought my boots back in town, they told me to wear them in so that I could avoid pain in my feet as I ventured to the Great Eclipse. Little did I know--walking is extremely difficult in rocky and rough terrain. I guess that's what I get for being ill prepared. Not that it truly matters. What is truly annoying is the fact that I am viciously ravenous. Indeed, I think that I put a new twist on the word. I must imagine that I am a sight to behold. It has only been two days and dark circles are likely under my eyes, and I know that my hair is on end. Not to mention that I can't even see my reflection in my canteen's water--it's thick and murky. Revolting.
All of that aside though, I believe that I have an amazing breakthrough in human science. After encountering a few strolling folk last night and being--how shall I say?--unjustly detached from much of my money and food I came to the conclusion that the people outside of the large towns and cities of the capitol have a direct correlation with the degree of extremity in which they live. Who knew? That, and the fact that going two days with malnourishment can lead to...unenlightened experiences when it comes to relieving one's self. Go figure, eh?
But in light of recent events, I have found that there is a town just a days journey north of where I am (according to the map one of the villagers lent me). I do pray that I get there before I becoming rightly insane. Ah! To live in the wondrous glory of the wild! I cannot wait to continue my travels. Or die. Whichever comes first.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Terris Letters--Letter #2
Dear Hope of Mankind,
I realized that I have failed to mention the premise of these letters in my last message. It has recently come to my attention that the Great Eclipse, the air in the center of our world that blesses us with Life and Magic, is being rapidly drained. If the Great Eclipse runs dry then our bodies will become nothing more than hollow shells. This is obviously an extreme concern, is it not? And yet the townsfolk here mull about on with their business. Fools!
And so today, I depart, journeying into the Far North in aspiration of someone who will heed my profound and generous knowledge. And yes, I did leave the people of my small, rugged town with some instructions should they ever decide to read them. More than likely they will be used hastily in the application of a particularly moist buttocks. Huh! If nothing else, someone will be comfortably clean while their bodies get hollowed out. Nothing like a clean buttock, I always say!
I have decided to bring only the minimal amount of supplies that are necessary for my journey. Food, water, clothes, and the five essential Elemental Tomes. Helpful in making fires, or warding off danger in a tight spot. My sky blues Mage robes have been cleaned, their blood red cuffs shining nicely, and I have finally worn in my traveling boots. But there is something that concerns me greatly. During the two Epicenters of the day--noon and midnight--my ears ring with a violent piercing cry that seems to fluctuate on a magical field. Perhaps this is a surge within the Great Eclipse? Or perhaps I need to stop eating gravied lamb during the day. I'm going to go with the latter.
And so I press forward with a high spirit, and--for once--an empty stomach praying that everything goes my way (because the Sages know it never does)! For now then, I bid you adieu, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
I realized that I have failed to mention the premise of these letters in my last message. It has recently come to my attention that the Great Eclipse, the air in the center of our world that blesses us with Life and Magic, is being rapidly drained. If the Great Eclipse runs dry then our bodies will become nothing more than hollow shells. This is obviously an extreme concern, is it not? And yet the townsfolk here mull about on with their business. Fools!
And so today, I depart, journeying into the Far North in aspiration of someone who will heed my profound and generous knowledge. And yes, I did leave the people of my small, rugged town with some instructions should they ever decide to read them. More than likely they will be used hastily in the application of a particularly moist buttocks. Huh! If nothing else, someone will be comfortably clean while their bodies get hollowed out. Nothing like a clean buttock, I always say!
I have decided to bring only the minimal amount of supplies that are necessary for my journey. Food, water, clothes, and the five essential Elemental Tomes. Helpful in making fires, or warding off danger in a tight spot. My sky blues Mage robes have been cleaned, their blood red cuffs shining nicely, and I have finally worn in my traveling boots. But there is something that concerns me greatly. During the two Epicenters of the day--noon and midnight--my ears ring with a violent piercing cry that seems to fluctuate on a magical field. Perhaps this is a surge within the Great Eclipse? Or perhaps I need to stop eating gravied lamb during the day. I'm going to go with the latter.
And so I press forward with a high spirit, and--for once--an empty stomach praying that everything goes my way (because the Sages know it never does)! For now then, I bid you adieu, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
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