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October 3, 2009 - Saturday
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Through the thousands of years, Nargoroth
has assembled the forces of the Shadow Legion,
and waged his war with unflinching commitment.
There are three talismans – sources of the Light Magic –
he seeks from the Light Side to allow him to
achieve that which none before have managed –
true and complete domination over all
living things in the world.
The three talismans of the Light are:
Eledwhen, the great sword of Eyrturheru.
In it is held the life force of the Northern
Sylvan People,
for all they who have remained
(and must now ever more remain)
in the East.
The life force of Eledwhen may only be taken
by its conqueror from the dead hand of
the vanquished heir to the King.
It passed to Comet prematurely and quite by accident –
as her Father lay disabled and
passing from the world in the moment after
his attack by Grindemor…and the sword fell
into the hand of his daughter.
Because of that accident, Eyrturheru
had no choice but to leave his daughters
and pass into the West…the life blood
was already flowing through Comet;
and his decision
to stay would have weakened its power.
Coialambe, the gift of the living tongue.
This has been passed down through the ages
through the female lineage of Comet and Ivy,
Linnea, Lirimael and all the female ancestors
out of memory.
It is the gift to command all living things,
when put to the wrong purpose; and
a major source of harmony and rhythm
in the world when put to
its proper uses as of old.
Few understand its true,
deep power – and so see it
as an amusing,
almost eccentric little talent.
But it is far from that – one of the deep,
Elder powers of the world. Nargoroth knows
this, and knows this gift may only be
passed by blood.
And that he must sire an heir through the
inherited line – a female heir
who may command the power
for his purposes…
We know that Nargoroth is assembling a Shadow Legion
unlike any the world has yet seen…and he is
countered only by the Great Alliance and the
control of the talismans. Comet is still learning
the truth of it –
and she is not yet the Queen of the Light,
as foretold by the Legends, and
will not be until she has fully mastered
the talismans and completed the ....Alliance.....
Time is running against her as Nargoroth’s
power grows and he becomes bolder.
Among the forces of the Shadow Legion
he has gathered:
The six Archwizards of Netheril and
their great armies of evil men, orcs, goblins
and trolls.
They are spreading out into the
world and attacking many of the cities
who would join the ....Alliance....
to keep those forces at bay.
Armies of Wargs – great and cunning wolves
from the northern waste who lead vast numbers of
lesser wargs and wolves that
roam the open lands.
They are eyes and ears for
Nargoroth, and can cover
tremendous distances in
very short time frames.
They are also forces
in the wild to deny safe passage,
the movement and gathering
of the People, and
communications between the ..Alliance..
members to manage the affairs of the ....
Alliance.....
With the dragons, they are able to help move
the armies of Nargoroth to battle swiftly
and suddenly.
Dragons. After the death of Bragollach
(slain by Nargoroth after the Great Migration),
the Dragon Lord Trxygnaar was revealed as a
traitor and spy –
and the force of dragons splintered.
After a short, destructive war between the
two sides of the splintered race, the dragons
went to the side of the Shadow or the Light.
Trxygnaar leads the Dragons of the Dark,
whose number is twice those who stand with
the Great Alliance.
Sereg’wethrin. Darius was not the only one
of his kind to survive the many long years
since the foul breeding
experiments of his former Master.
There are at least three still at
large in the world –
passing as men, but extraordinarily
capable as spies and assassins.
Darius barely survived a battle with one of them
– his half-brother, Malfeus – during his mission to
the dragons before the splintering.
The Mori’Nandor – a very strange and
little known army of dark elves that many
say is a lost tribe of Drow. They move as if
in a trance, and fight with neither fear or pity.
They have been used on night raids into
many villages to wreak havoc and spread fear.
Little is know of their origin, history or culture –
or how they might be defeated in battle.
There is no current force on the Light Side
capable of countering them.
The dark birds. They are spies and servants
of Nargoroth throughout the land.
They do not yield to Coialambe, and
keep the Shadow Lord informed
of movements in all corners of the world.
Maluila – a mysterious woman –
perhaps a witch or sorceress of some sort.
She is more rumor than real person,
passing in and out of Legend.
She is a talented shape-shifter,
and can pass as one of the fae.
There are many stories – undoubtedly
some of which are factual –
of evil doings and misdeeds.
It is not known for sure that she is in
league with Nargoroth –
she may be true only to herself.
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Fight this Topher. Any power that increases this quickly
will demand your service and make you a slave with
its promises and seduction. You Will serve it.
It will not serve you as you think in this thrall
of how it makes you feel. Listens to my words carefully.
It feeds you lies.
Remember who you are and your place in
the protection of the realm.
Remember those that have followed your
guidance and look to you for protection and instruction.
Remember you are your own demon and choose how to be.
No spell will ever take your WILL
without your consent.
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By what is right and what is true,
Empower this alter to see us through.
((light comes on))
It walks unseen and foul in a lonely place.
The wind gibbers with its voice and the earth
shudders in it's presence.
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Ondine Ninetails
Arrives early before the attending participants
arrive and places, ceremoniously, the 12 candles
of the constellations on
the top most level of the platform
beneath the altar ...
burning a somber light
they cast flickering
shadows over the steps.
She scowls a note of concern for Pak.
She knows he was distressed at her findings
with the ritual of the dried blood.
His concern seemed to harden his
resolve to do this ritual
for the realm's safety immediately.
Pak Haedong
stands in the ethers between both worlds,
motionless and calm in a meditative
stance as he conjures by his own hand
from the astral substance, a circle of protection
around his own body before attending the ritual.
Ondine Ninetails
see within her mind’s eye her mentor and
friend preparing for the urgent ritual and
with methodical motions, she turns back to
the preparations at hand.
She too prepares mind and spirit with the physical
gestures use in preparations of the sacred space,
circling the ritual area with the third heavenly
substance: salt,...inspiring the action of thought
as well as enclosing
the astral working that will be conjured.
One small space left open for those
who enter the circle.
Ondine Ninetails
savors the last moments of the empty and silence
before all arrive, satisfied that all is in place and
Pak will end this unbalance with the help and
attendance of all those in the realm.
The waning light of the late afternoon catches
Ondine’s attention and signals the space of the dark
and light of the day quickly approaching.
Ondine Ninetails
whispers as if someone ,close to her,
listened in the ethers
“They will be arriving soon.” and grins.
Ondine Ninetails
Settles in her space beside the altar after smudging the
entire area with sage and verbena. Holding the space
until the last portion closes behind those who enter.
As requested, the knights and rangers in their
finest regalia, arrive in respectful silence
holding the space in reverence,
finding their way to their posts along the sides of the
walkways, and standing in watchful attention
to those that will momentarily begin to arrive.
With firm convictions and watchful
eye the remain alert
if anything or anyone
should threaten the gathering.
The next to arrive in their finest and
with perfect grace
flutter the Fae. Swooping quickly
to their posts around
the ritual space, opened wing
and fierce in stance,
a formidable presence of
both beauty and skill.
The Mage Guild’s finest Initiates Apprentices and Magi
ascend the walkway with a determined
walk, enter the circle, and
immediately go into trance holding
the energy with their combined sources
and forms of magic.
Some can be heard to whisper
soft chants while other
weave slightly in the face of
combined energies.
For those with eyes to see there begins to
form a substance in the very texture of the air
surrounding the altar.
A sudden hush falls over the hall of
those attending
and a space of time and space erupts
with a flash of
light at the end of the walkway
As Pak enters the sphere.
Without any hesitation he walks
with a wide stride toward
the altar and ascend the steps to
join all attending.
He sweeps around the altar
counter clock wise at
takes his place at the altar facing the
west in anticipation
of the arrival of He majesty Queen Comet.
The pause of silence holds as the acrid scent of sage and
verbena waft in the air.
A few gasp in awe and others in pleasure as the Queen
makes a graceful entry to the walkway
leading to the alter.
On her arm Lord Malikith escorts
her to her position across
from the Arch Mage and bows deeply to
all attending in respect.
Pak Haedong
Nods with his deepest respect to Queen Comet
and greets her warmly. Then lifts his eyes
to all attending.
Ondine takes the last hand full of salt and
closes the circle with a wave of her hand and
a secret drone known only by
Dragons of the Moon .
Pak Haedong
Looks clear eyed slowly scans the room
and begins to speak.
“The Shadow Lord Norgoroth’s hand
once again has tilted the
balance of the Dark and Light in the Realm
of Sylvhara.
The signs and symptoms of a realm darkening
are now obvious:
the confrontation and poisoning of
the waters by Velthura,
the ailing Dragons, Fae and Elves, the gathering
of Dark Birds bending the elms and oaks
with there heavy presence, and
most threatening of all the rune markings
of the Shadow Lord Himself
as a bleeding stigmata upon
the flesh Of Lord Topher.
These are all blatant signs and
symbols of the Shadow Lord’s
growing influence.
It must be stopped.
Pak haedong
Gestures to the All and immediately begins.
Ondine Ninetails
Still wafts the scented plants and watches
Pak intently while focusing on holding the
astral influence intact
with a continued low drone heard only by dragons.
Ondine Ninetails looks to the guild Leaders and
sees they have all brought the appropriate
ingredient and sees they are all ready to take
their part in the ritual.
Pak Haedong draws the plate of silver
before him and
begins to chant in a song like drone
words of the nethers.
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Pak lifts his hand in open gesture to Ivy
first and asks,
“What light have you to add to the balance?”
Ivy
As the sister to the Life Force: Queen Comet,
I bring you my presence as a light of Sylvhara and
also the healing of the clerics…and with our light
and healing I hold the dark flight of
henbane for balance.
Ivy
Carefully hands the Henbane to Pak .
Pak lifts his hand in open gesture to Keema and asks,
“What light have you to add to the balance?”
Keema
Responds to pak with a steady gaze, I bring my
presence and the presence of all those
who defend the light and our realm….,
and with us I bring the dark mandrake for balance.
Keema
Extends her hand as if drawing a dagger and
hands the mandrake to Pak.
Pak again gestures his hand to Tess and asks,
”What light do you have to add to the balance?’
Tess Compton softly replies, I bring my presence
and all the elves alive and past that have led us to
this place of rest we claimed as home, and with us
I bring the dark of the hemlock to remind us
that all passes through both light and
dark for the balance.
Tess Compton gracefully hands the hemlock to Pak.
Pak Gestures his hand to Tigana and asks,
“What light do you have to add to the balance?”
Tigna
replies and flutters her wings with each word,
“I bring my
presence and the presence of the presence of
all the Fae and their magic that live and
defend this realm, and with us I bring the
Fairy dust of both seelie and
unseelie for balance.
Pak Gestures his hand to Mala and asks,
“What light do you
have to add to the balance?”
I bring my presence with the light and magic of
all the Druidsworking within the elements
that sustain our land and with us
I bring the rosewood …
used and bound to potions made both dark
and light for balance.
Mala hands the fairy dust to Pak.
Pak Looks to Topher as he shifts and struggles
to maintain he is growing dark.
And Topher what light do you bring?
Topher
growls and hisses to Pak
"I bring the dark of the Shadow Lord and his minions
and his growing presence in the realm."
with this he slashes his hand with a dagger
and lets drip the tainted blood over
the plants and roots set
in the silver plate.
Queen
breaths deeply and nods to Pak.
And at this point as if in direct response to
the dark shadow across the altar....
the Queen lifts the glowing shard of the Hoon
into the air bravely as if a sword in hand
she brings the light and
the shard down to the plate
in a swift gesture of
authority and purpose. ..
releases it from her hands to
set upon the top of all the ingredients
set on the plate
As the Queen's hand leaves the glittering shard
of the Hoon behind in the silver bowl, alongside
the items offered by the others, a barely audible
sound is heard.
Suddenly the silver bowl begins to vibrate as
the offered time begin to shake and bounce.
By unseen force, the items draw one unto
the other and seems to "melt" before the eyes
of the Realm leaders standing upon the dias.
a puff of black smoke temporarily obscures
the items from sight,
but clears to reveal a singular darkness
which has replaced
the items in the silver bowl
the darkness writhes and pulses,
but eventually draws itself
into a globe te size of a man's head,
and begins to float upwards,
emitting as sound not unlike music
Suddenly, and in a flash, a blinding
white light explodes
from the darkness, expanding
and then contracting
As the gathered attendants watch,
the pure white light rises,
rises out of the sphere to shine it's
protective light
down upon the Realm of Sylvhara
and dispell the
darkness of Nargoroth
With this the queen slowly turns and raises
her eye to all attending and speaks
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Ondine ceases the low drone of chant inaudible to all.
With a wave of her hand the circle opens for the queen as she
extend her hand to Lord Malikith and
descends the steps to return
to her castle.
The queen pauses and turns to Topher and
offers him her other hand.
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The Hoon tel’Orod – “Heart of the Mountain”,
a red crystalline stone that lies under the foundation
of Sylvhara, at the center of the castle.
It was found by Nathan, who came to
Comet in her time at Greatwood
and revealed himself as the architect
of whom Myrrdin spoke.
Nathan was trained as Ondo Tura,
one of the great Stone Masters, by Trefelleth,
son of Trefelgan, the great wizard who
divulged his ancient arts to Nargoroth
before the Shadow Lord poisoned him.
Nathan was sent by Comet to Taur-na-Sylvhara,
where he found the Hoon under the ruins of
the old city. He knew it at once as a resonance
keystone from the legends…
one of the rare pieces that helped
to weave and hold together the structure of the earth…
to hold its stable foundation in place,
and to link together the Shadow and the Light.
Through it, the Light Side could draw on the
strength of the earth to hold balance against the Shadow.
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December 18, 2008 - Thursday
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It is I who am hidden within Radiant Waters.
I am the one who gradually.... put forth (manifested, emanated) the All....
It is I who am laden with the Voice.
It is through me that Gnosis comes forth.
I am perception (enlightenment) and knowledge,
uttering a Voice... I am the real Voice.
I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it
(the Voice), since a seed (of me) dwells in (each of)
them.
I revealed myself ... among those
who recognize me. For it is I who am
joined (who am within) everyone...
-- Trimorphic Protennoia, Nag Hammadi Library
____________________________________________________________ .... .. .. .. .. .. .. Ondine obeyed and remained silent and still. Perhaps more
from her shock and fear than out of respect. .... In spite of her youthful nature to rebel and flee, her body
unwillingly relaxed. .... This ominous Dark massive creature began to speak in words
one would expect a father might speak to a tiny child. For
an instant ,Ondine felt a smirk emerge at such silly words.
But soon found that what she felt might not be what
it seemed…...... As the Dark dragon spoke.... .. .. .. ..
Dreams
Sun beams
N dragon wings
Catching all the light
Prism's mounds of substance
Multi colored from the sight
Birdie tweets
Candy sweets
Balanced on the tongue
Not the crying
Not denying
Shadows from the sun
Fingers at the base of trees
Prayer upon our bleeding knees
Digging for the roots of all
Whispering impassioned calls
………..open open up the heart
Let the soul begin
Watch the veil begin to part
Within the eyes of friends
Blatant there before us all
Long before the myth or fall
Dark n light
Day n night
Served in place of matter
Fair exchange
Rearranged
With cup
N sword
N
Platter
Wave the wand
Urge us on
Find the hearts delight
Joy's the vessel
Disembarking
Board
For distant sights
.. .. She suddenly felt as if all portions of her form were
fleeing their familiar gathering of its dragon shape
and were trying to scatter to the night like a flock
of tiny birds. .... And at the same time she envisioned the sensation of this
scattering to be more than a transformation. Her mind could
only grasp the event by naming a comparison……she felt as if her
whole body was but a drop of oil upon the element water. And this
drop of oil exploded upon its surface and spread to the no thing.
All boundaries were lost. All knowledge of self obscured. She had become
the slivered rotting wood on the vessel’s deck…the gems piled haphazardly
in the corners and scattered over the entire vessel…the stars that hung
like lanterns in the four directions as well as the above and below…the
surface of the ocean and the mirrored moon. And most profound of all…
she was the Dark creature that balanced
before her between the known and the unknown worlds..... A single thought came to Ondine, “This must surely be my death.”.... And the Dark Dragon before her responded in mindspeak to her thoughts,
“Yes, just one of the many deaths you will come to know.”.... With these words in her mind the Dark Dragon’s form began to ripple
as a tremor on the surface of water might under a soft breeze. .... “You have all else within, my daughter, all else will be revealed.”.... “ I merely breeched your enclosure so that the underground streams might flow.
The formula for this alchemy, the legacy, will be yours to understand, learn and
live in the world of dreams. This you will send to the forward now.’.... Suddenly a crescendo of nature began to move the ship and skies..... Clouds gathered in a hushed rush over the light of the setting moon.
The former surface of a stagnant sea began to rise and fall under increasing winds. .... Ondine strained to hear the sounds of mindspeak from the form before her. But the blending
sounds began to fade and bind with the sounds of waves and water..... Ondine could see that the father she had never known was submitting his form back to the elements
and the ethers like a willing lover..... Without a fear for self and without a care of what might result, Ondine screamed to the heavens.
“Father, why are you forsaking me?”.... Both the Dragon’s caustic and healing tears of a million souls poured from her eyes and fell to the
storms winds threatening to sink the fragile vessel she stood upon..... Ondine lurched to flight and Rose above the ship just as the dark below swallowed her place of rest..... The winds threw her toward the sky and caught her up in the currents of time and cast her back toward
her new home in Sylvhara..... And no matter how hard she pumped her wings to try to return to the place she had encountered her father,
the winds drove her back toward Sylvhara..... As she struggled and fought the currents that carried her toward her destination, Ondine thought she
heard a
whisper in her mind that spoke once more in the Ancient tongue of all dragons,.... “All Light is not good. All Dark is not evil.Blessed be the Elvin womb that carried you toward your place
in this world.”.... .. .. Ondine,Like her Dark Father, submitted to the winds that carried her. A tiny fragment of faith and
surrender
had breached her soul..... .. ..
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December 17, 2008 - Wednesday
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Ondine Ninetails was shocked and confused to hear an almost pleading whisper from this monstrous being before her. A sound of desperate relief seemed to ride the top of these two words spoken by the beast that Rose out of the sea. Hearing these two words flashed a memory of a sculpture she had seen on the side of the Sylvan castle : two knights upon a single mare. This confused Ondine even more and her head began to spin with more fear and confusion.a While Ondine froze and waited to see if she was to be the meal for this creature, she also quickly looked a all she could observe that might offer escape. As she looked around toward all directions, she had the strange sensation that this one beast completely surrounded her on all sides and that it was pointless to even try. She settled in to a more defensive stance and vowed to herself that she would fight with all she had… to the death, if necessary.a The dark beast that so resembled Ondine's own reflection she had seen in still pools of mercury, spoke again with a hiss of embers in a rainstorm, 'No ,my child, you are not my prey. You found your way to me as I found my way to my source endless eons ago. The beast pulled its massive head back and nodded slightly. "And none too soon." He looks to the moon as if its light might disappear at any moment. "As you can see I am almost entirely of the sea. My form now makes its final return to the mother of All. She holds me both warmly and coldly in a forever embrace. When this dark season's Moon rests to the far horizon the legacy will be yours. You are my seed to creation. Your body remembers and came to me across the migration of souls for the words of the mind. Yes,' the beast sighs a whirlpool across the surface of the still water to the east as he speaks,"your body remembers and has returned to me, your mind will understand my words, and you will carry this seed as I direct you in both memory and mind. As all of creation, you are the ultimate alchemy. ..Life's question and yearning for itself. And with a threatening pause He draws even closer than before and whispers in an ancient tongue, "I am your father." Ondine understood the words, for the Green language or language of the Birds was imprinted from the ancient o f ancients. She begins to tremble and loose consciousness, but forces herself to maintain alert while cowering back in silence to both take these words in and to listen. She sees he is about to speak. He then looks quickly toward the moon, "So short a time to tell you all. But listen carefully and do not speak.
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December 17, 2008 - Wednesday
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"But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come to
us than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some device
had to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air,
and that device was the art of the magical images whereby we
visualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and he
projected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard the
words where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on the
wings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, as
they said in the ancient mysteries………………" From the "Sea Priestess" how still the liquid idles deep toward earth
no venture in the moment but a pause to see
no ripple breaks the surface of the depth of all
blue shadows of small creatures dart and flee
beneath the visions of the dark above
paints deeper visions of a dark below
that slow ascending creature of the deep
a rising rhythm to eternal ebb n flow
one eye all-seeing placed its gaze on me
as victim or a thing that's much to dark to see
movement used for flight dismissed
while waiting on the reaper's kiss
arms in gestures angel wings
mudras spent by priests and kings matter's fierce design
no place to flee one now must be
a meal for the divine
………….solace in the knowing we become
...the divine ….that devours us
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There was no mistaking that a heavy presence was within the space of sight. And yet no ripple, no creature, no vision or illusion placed itself before her eyes.
Ondine Ninetails jerked to every side, every direction, squinting her eyes and opening all her senses in defensive posture, ready for flight and fire if either was needed.
Every scale on her form stood at attention as if they might feel where to look. And all the while she half noticed a buzzing sensation begin at the tip or her tail and spread up her spine in a persistent leisurely manner. This drew her attention and alarmed her even more that the unseen presence she knew was there.
She was warned not to seek the Master Mage until she was full adult. The foolish abandon of her youth gave way to a determined curiosity. And although in dragon form she is only a juvenile, in her Elvin form she is 117 years old.
This had been considered adult enough to be part of the Tari's Council at the Elven Keep inTriskele. They had even accepted her in this appointment even though they knew her father was a dark dragon. She often wondered why, then, were they so surprised when she left the Light Council to seek, to know, the dark that flowed in her blood.
A sudden scent of deep sea and fresh earth, and a warm breeze or breath from behind made her heart skip a beat as she froze where she was. Slowly she turned her sight toward the massive dark shadow that blocked the moon and tried to make out what it was that she could not see. She lifted her vision up toward the heavens as if measuring the length of stars and found far above the rotting vessel she stood on, two eyes of fierce fire like her own, staring at her as if she were a fine morsel for someone's meal.
For the first time in her dragon form she cowered down and felt the despair of being something's prey with no means of escape. The terrifying eyes bent low with the graceful effort of a bird riding evening thermals and paused just above Ondine's head. Fangs the size of castle pillars gleamed in the faint light spreading open as the massive maw began to speak, "You came.", it whispered.
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December 14, 2008 - Sunday
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...... 
CAMAEL
"His name means "He Who Sees God". Camael appears as a warrior dressed
in a red tunic. He wears green armour plates, an iron helmet and has
large green wings. Originally the God of War, Camael personifies
divine justice and governs Heavenly singing. He grants Power,
Invisibility, and invincibility. Camael is responsible for holding in
check Leviathan, the monster of evil who will swallow the souls of
sinners. Camael brings to mankind the gift of Godness,
the Holy that exists within all women and men." Ondine Ninetails felt the light of the moon before she saw it. She lifted heavy eyes from a deep sleep and forced her vision to ascend toward the source of the startling light. The dark was approaching She knew this. And the largest moon she had ever seen was rising over the horizon, as the last hint of daylight seeped away Blood orange and intense was this vision: Something to drop one to their knees. A rush of awareness surged through her dragon form and she remembered where she was and how she arrived. She scanned the deck of the rotting vessel and looked at the glimmer of lights at the far end of the half submerged stern of the boat. Scattered over its deck, half hidden, half blatantly mirroring the orange red moon, were gems and coins the size of sea urchins. Other than creatures of the forest and the sea, precious metals and gems were a favorite food on those rare occasions that a dragon might stumble across them. And indeed this was a rare occasion. The more she ravenously consumed the more she found to be piled in haphazard mounds in the corners and niches of the ship. It had been a long time since she had gems to place in her hidden horde of treasures far to the mountains in the east. She decided that it was time to replenish her stock with what she could carry in her crop like a bird. But first ,now that she had fed on precious metals and gems and drank of the rain water pooled in the barrels bound to the mast, she decided to take better note of her place and what signs might continue her journey in the right direction. The ocean also mirrored the great Moon over a sea that shone as solid as the marble courtyards of Solomon. It looked as if she could walk the water if she had a mind to do so. But she knew illusion. And she knew delusion. And neither served her well in the past.The glare of the stillest waters inspired her to trust only the elements and astral beings that had proven their worth: proper gnosis for those things useful. Her mind wandered back to the promise of a gem beyond all other gems .The one said to be resting beneath the castle of Sylvhara. She new it would take the skills of a master mage to even approach such a gem and laughed out loud, "And to think that the drow Dorian that though it would be so easy to possess. Her own voice bellowing across the stillness startled her to fearful caution as she felt with her dragon senses something stirring. Said I "If found
Should then I change the mask I wear
Or cover mirrors on the walls
Close windows
Cower in the dark and weep?
They come
Those hungry reapers of the heart
And call me to their side
Those generations of the heart
Steeped high in mer mory
They wake!
Thirsty begging for the nipple of lost tides
And siren song
Leviathan lullabies
And screams of bliss in bloom
Re membering
Those former noisy silences we chimed together
With our drunken bawdy songs
Sending tremors through desire
Under tuggings of the moon
Troubadours
They were
They are
With cause to see this through
To witness
One more Fisher Queen's demise
While I
A single breath
A remnant of the past
Hide waiting
For the echoed howls and
Hunted by the hound of God
If found
Should I relent and fall to final swoon
The tinctured thrall of
Chalices and thrones
Release and cry to all the worlds that wait.............. Or follow down this path alone?"
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December 12, 2008 - Friday
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 Faint fog-like shadows rise from deep the endless sea below….spiraled snakes of stealth wrapped tightly, riding thermals from the gray Sargasso stillness toward her path across the sky.
Three suns without both food and rest the flight has taken tole upon her Dragon form. Perhaps some tiny remnant of a lodestone in the blood reminded and refused to let her pass this path without direct encounter with the eons of the souls that reach into and through her present form she holds as dragon of the Moon. A vessel laden with a million souls of present past she feels the thunder in her dragon blood and wearily relentlessly scans for any place of rest. A floating piece of any mild debris would do, for rest and breath to ease the burden of the past. She glances to the west…left hand the setting son. The rising fog holds sway around a half submerged mossed vessel caught within the weeds of plankton pools around a still stagnant curve of ocean where no currents seem to flow. Two islands of dark weeds and water lustily entwine around this rotting vessel like spent lovers forming a familiar darkened vesica piscus on the surface of the sea The maps were set to come this way and yet she has not heard a single bird or seen a single sign to guide her toward the legended abode, the home of the Dark Master of the Mage. This dire forsaken realm looks nothing like the maps of dreams and yet the elements have brought her here insistent on its path, insistent with its bidding as if some seasoned migration held her in its grasp. Ondine Ninetails descends and falls like some dark angel from the sky and lands with pain upon the rotting deck below. Ignoring the pain and submitting to the exhaustion, she falls into a deep sleep without dreams.
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December 6, 2008 - Saturday
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.svg/800px-Flag_of_Sicily_(revised).svg.png) ..
that time
when evening showed its tendril like appendages
beaconed with its siren call to visions of the deep
i stumbled
as the Watcher leapt from underneath my feet
to set perched predator
atop me head
slightly hovering above the maps of fire
so reminiscent of the creatures
of the night
that heavy laden cup with dire desire
perched heavier upon my heart
succubus
incubus
unmentionable chasms
leering at my folly in the place of fall
beneath the dream and light
and yet within its grasp
a Silver Key
The Gift
clasped tightly
and with taunting gesture
offered it to me
a lovely prize
with teasing stare
a challenge there
for merbird
to both flight and swim
to walk with angels
fearless on the heads of pins
what brought a grin
to lighten up my face
I'll never gno
..in past
the green Knight held reflection for our way to be
both chained and free
said I
"I'll wed thee fearless, past the thirteenth gate,
and gno that you were always part of three"
with this the Madness found its place in me
the gods held space
coarse coliseum
for the dire divisions
of the soul
unfortunate
some say
no place to be
while time and space was
captive in the place of rest…a dream
the walls of what was once
my small abode
fell way
as i saw all the vast stands in the round
filled with a raucous rowdy din of birdie sounds
i gasped
and startled
that the myriads of beings came to see
both beauty
and the horror of all visions past
a likely mass
all cheering
taunting
casting lots
both solemn and profane
the prize
the Key he gave to me
held high
above the world's domain
a tiny spot
displacement in the realm of all
a curve of time
the place of birdie calls:
"STAND GROUND!!!"
my ugly watcher bellowed loud
long tendrils from my long black hair
flew toward the crowds
some deep and quake like tremor
from the deep within
roared with the cheer of all
my past of kin
the voices of the All
had come to fore
the words of righteousness:
a Dragon's roar
and I the vessel of the moon
spoke magick to the tides
of black son's noon
the thrashing
tangles
throws of little deaths
…………..then fell to silence
underneath the Lover's breath
with this
all sight was emptied of the night
with this
we all maintained the hidden sight
so when the days of numbered ways and means
fall silent past the place of madness dreams
i wake amid the grains of Lords
play fields of wheat
on angel's trumpet horns
love all Beloveds as my own
and see
….the Silver Key become
………a silver plate of gold
…………………..and all the birdie's words unfold
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September 15, 2008 - Monday
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5:31] Ondine Ninetails walks through the library of Mal'anar and sees it is deserted. ..wondering if the elves feel so confident that they think no attendance is required. Then wandering toward the exit ,she looks around and remembers all the exchanges and confrontations and laughter shared at the entrance to the Keep. A glow of light shines through LadyTess's window of her home
[5:32] Ondine Ninetails knows noone will ask her to leave until it is done officially. That is the Elven way. Although the conversations have been polite and respectful, all are quick to look away and avoid any talk of the upcoming council meeting.
[5:33] Ondine Ninetails has felt alone in the past but this kind of alone is something never before experienced. She takes her time to look around and savors the last hours in a place she had formerly called home....looks toward the gate and leans into another step.
[5:44] Seraf Clip walks around at the islands of Avilion thinking... pondering of what is his friend doing in these difficult days and hopes she is alright..closes his eyes concentrates on her image and smiles than in he starts to talk to the image concentrateing on his friend hopeing she will hear him "i miss you Ondine.. and i will miss you always. I hope you take the right path.. and i hope you wont regret it. You will always be my friend and will never forget about you.. I wish you all the best and take care of yourself please ,my friend" than he opens his eyes.. feelin tears want to flow down his cheak and lets one fall.. he wipes it off his face in sadness than walk again on the Islands.. still wondering about his friend.. and that if shes alright.
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September 14, 2008 - Sunday
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All that have walked the forests of Triskele have come for their portion of the All. Each with their story of joys and sorrows, present-past, and hopes. Even the smallest of elves and tiniest sparrows hold their place in this relentless breath of creation. We only know what we can know. And seek the rest in hopes that our hearts will fall open to the lifting veils.
The veils are lifting for this tiny elf. And at the expense of forfeiting a comfortable life and the honor of serving the Tari ,and all the Elves of Triskele, I must speak what burns most deeply in my heart and forms my soul.
To speak the light is only half the tale. To speak the dark is still only half.
As well as all light if not good and all dark is not evil, I now know that I must embrace both dark and light to know the truth of this one tiny destiny.
I cannot turn from either of my legacies. For to turn away from the Dark dragon father is to add evil through what is suppressed. And to embrace only the light denies the dark in which the seed is nourished.
I believe that you Lady Red, more than anyone ,would understand this as well.
For you …your present rest is as the Tari in the Sun City of Mal'anar. You bring both the dark and the light as a whole, and chose to guide the Elves with this wisdom and experience .
It would be easy to say I understand and never need the experience of knowing the full circle of life.
But you know as I do that this is not the path to wisdom without the experience.
The empty is the dark.
Longing to be filled.
With heavy heart and deep sadness I request to be released from my place in the Elven city so that I can find the balance, and seek those portions of the whole that is yet unknown to me.
With your permission , and the acceptance of the Family of Dragons permission ,I request that I might continue to maintain my Elven biped form equally with the release of what has been bound and hidden:
The Dark Dragon.
I can not hold back the waters of my fathers line any longer. The burden has been profound. And I think I would choose death rather than hold this part back past one more season of Mabon .
You have been my light and inspiration as Tari and guide for all the Elves and all races that come to or live in the city of Mal'anar.
With deepest regrets I leave ….to embrace the Dark Dragon equally . ….Knowing that the path will no longer be safe and all winds will not be fair.
I bow before my Tari and mentor who I only briefly served . The many kindnesses and guidance will not be forgotten. You have always treated me with respect and fairness in all matters
.
I would also like to request that upon reading this scroll that you ,Lady Red and Malakyte will grant this little Elf an audience with your decision before the sun takes leave to be replaced by the dark and cold.
I will be leaving for three days and three nights into the forest to pray and will look for your response when I return.
In service to Creation
Ondine Ninetails
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5:37] Ondine Ninetails whips her black cape around her shoulders to fend off the mist and cold of the deep forest
[5:38] Ondine Ninetails: all the while wondering how her friend and former associate seraf is doing
[5:39] Ondine Ninetails: coming out of her deep prayer and meditation she stands up and listens for any sign of life
[5:40] Ondine Ninetails: a great silence permeates the dawn and nothing stirs but the rustle of leaves that promises of a bleak winter
[5:43] Ondine Ninetails sips some warm herb tea that sits by the small campfire and wonders where the muse will take her steps next...all the while a faint tremor rises through her being like a distant humming of bees from her feet to the place just above her twitching Elven ears
[5:48] Seraf Clip feels his cousin thinking about him with her troubled mind .. having difficulties making a decision but sends her happy thoughts to make her relax
[5:51] Ondine Ninetails lifts her eyes as she feels a warmth rush over her eyes as if a vision of her friend would lighten her heart...and whispers to the ethers" If your out there seraf...I send you greetings and wish you well"
[5:53] Ondine Ninetails: then returns to her contemplation closes her eyes and descends once more into the dark
[5:58] Seraf Clip as he stands on a battlefield with crossed arms as he talks with a few folk all sounds mute.. a flash of his friend appears and hears a familiar voice and smiles knowing its his friend Ondine greetings him in thoughts and wishing him well than whispers in her mind "greetings to you too my friend... take care and be safe"
[6:01] Ondine Ninetails feels a smile escape over her lips and the Elven words of "be safe" repeated
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August 17, 2008 - Sunday
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elements v mystery
defined
denied
n needlessly
refined
to bind natural flows
n follows
twists
n turns
v former river grooves
n placement rocks
n such
n passing
captures fine minute glass/diamond grains
v earth
(peas under the mattress)
as on it goes
n flows down stream
n particle flow
n seen by tiniest aquatic creatures
n vision's loom
n tower
simple gestures
sign
n symbol
words
n sighs
ahhhhhhh…..
foundation's particles
mountains
an underground stream
…a natural dream
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