The Wind Of Words

[501warhead 1796]

[by Mish00]

"… se… ek…"

 

A wind blows in from the north through Central Athera, weaving through Petrus, sailing through Alras, whipping the ropes of Haelun’or under construction, upsetting the burning beacons of Kal’Agnar, and blowing the banners of the War Uzg. This mild wind might have been mistaken for a sea breeze if there wasn’t something so clearly wrong with it.

 

Words traveled on them, entering the ears of those who would hear.

 

"… Da… wn…"

 

From the Mali’ to the Dwedmar all paused as these words seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Faint whispers of an entity unseen. The most paranoid drew their weapons and spun in a circle from the Feminine voice, not be be caught unawares to an ambush of some form. As they turned round and round however they fail to find a source, trying to look and as each word came they jumped when they realized it was already being spoken.

 

"...The… do… ors… of … d… op… fr… ee…"

 

On a hilltop sitting at a makeshift desk a scholar suddenly hears the first word. He knows before the first syllable that what he is hearing is important and his quill lands on the parchment as he records each note with haste. When he is finished he holds up the message and surveys it.

 

"… Tra… vel… bey… ond… the… veil…"

"...the… li… ght…"

 

 

The parchment is brought into the cloud temple library where monks and scholars alike have begun to gather to understand this new phenomenon...

 

But as they stand over the pages they can only think one thing:

 

What comes next?

 

((Note: Visit the cloud temple library! It's earned a bit of a residency and may be the spot of future events...))

[Rig 17580]

Aegor tilts his head as such news, sighing as he fumbles about.

[Ser Paul Ryan 1139]

Ser Paul Ryan looks up, the wind having come at the same time a bag of potatoes magically appeared in his pockets. Coincidence? You connect the dots. 

[tjt810 18]

Sara ponders this news

[Leetles 65]

Ser Paul Ryan looks up, the wind having come at the same time a bag of potatoes magically appeared in his pockets. Coincidence? You connect the dots. 

 

The wind was for spreading the smell of the nice tators~

[KarmaDelta 969]

Lilum, digging out and creating his new home underground in Hiebenhall, hears the faint whispers of the wind as they travel down his tunnel. Afraid, he hides within his unfinished workshop, awaiting to be frightened by someone. As the voice comes and goes, barely understanding what it said, he peeks out. He sees no one, and begins checking the rest of Hiebenhall just in case, holding his self made pickaxe, Momma, as a means to defend himself. Seeing no one around, and free of this looming strangeness, he goes back to tunneling and crafting.

[Valulaei'Leyun 0]

Valulaei'Leyun's ears twitched more actively than usual as the words seemed to drift past her, looking up and about her person and the area surrounding her, the only words she spoke were her usual pondering words "hum hum...?". She would shrug as she slowly began to admire the whimsical potatoes that were bestowed upon her own person. The words gently echoing in her mind as she interacted with the potatoes and continued to wonder.. what of the words of Dawn... and if her hunch that she formed during her explorations.. was correct.

[Kanrath 190]

*Sitting at his desk among papers and small parts of broken relics Tenshar yawns, sleepy from hours of researching the items. Suddenly the sound of  a voice carried on the wind draws his attention away as few things can and in moments he has a new parchment and the rune carved stone pen he found during one trip. Taking quick notes he lists out everything he hears even if it is barely legible. As the voice passes he places the pen down and scans the paper.*

 

"Perhaps it is best to be off to the library. Though nothing I managed to record seems to give a solid lead others may know more."

 

*Grabbing his coat and a walking staff he hurries to the library of the cloud temple*

[Heero 4092]

[Reservin'. Will post in the morning]

[Mining 129]

Jonathan frowns slowly, closing his eyes as he pieces together the fragmented words the wind brought to his ears. After a while, he slowly opens them once more, blinking with surprise as he thinks to himself. I know of a door beyond the veil of light, shrouded in darkness in mystery... Perhaps worth checking out... Jonathan grunts and quickly hurries off in the opposite direction he was previously traveling

[Dilara(lotteje13) 227]

looks up from field work up to the sky as soon she starts hearing the first words... "Seems like things are happening again..." she grabs her sketch book and pulls out the charcoal pencil and writes down the words.

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

Lartius froze as he heard the breeze flow through the lands of Athera, the music of the wind turning into faint words which he heard as well. With his eyes wide and jaw fallen, his gaze rapidly darted from one place to another as he tried to locate the source of this feminine voice, of course to no avail. Lartius only knew of one who with such an angelic voice, she however had not been spotted or written about in the history records for thousands of years. At least to his knowledge.

 

Perhaps... Perhaps she had returned once more to guide the races of the world. Lartius marvelled at his own thoughts, continuing to look around even as the faint whisper had died out, his hand would be seen grasping tightly around his walking cane which he was supporting himself with, it shaking subtly. And from behind the bushy beard of his a smile would be seen on his old and wrinkled face. A single tear formed in his eye and slowly rolled down his cheek, only to fall into the grass below as Lartius let out a sigh and stared off into the distance towards the heavens above.

 

"It couldn't be... Hmpff.. Please don't let this be a dream..." He muttered under his breath in a weak voice to no one in paticular, except of course himself.

[Arkelos 1027]

Naeri would quickly scan over the words as she sighs,

 

"Seek dawn, the doors of Darkness open free, travel beyond the veil to the light."

 

She pauses, before looking to the sky, "Dawn can mean a new day, a New Elven day, something. Prepare all of you for what might happen next. I know of these doors, and I have a bad feeling that my questions about what is going to be on the other side is wrong." she sighs, looking to the masses, "Prepare your arms, prepare your armies, for I fear something bad is about to come to us." she pauses, before looking back down. "I fear the Betrayer might feel our presence"

 

She steps away, making her way to Avalon to discuss the dire news with Selina, whispering the faintest "Preserve us all"

[Oldkingmeta 1]

Deckard listens to the winds speak as he rests on the side of a tree and ponders the words.

It isn't until much later when he comes across a massive, ancient door in his travels that the words ring once again in his head. "Well,"

He says to himself "maybe this was what the winds were talking about." "Maybe the monks will know more about it" Deckard tells himself, remembering the body of what appeared to be a monk near the cavern entrance. Deckard picks up his things and sets out for the temple.