Letters of a broken tablet.

[BathRugMan 564]

In the darkness of a lavish study room, an aged scholar whispers steadily, her head clutched in her gnarled heads as she rocks back and forth.

"A stone, an egg. What to do what to do." The rhythmic motion of her chair would slowly lull her to sleep, the contents of her study laying bare to the candlelight.

 

 

 

 

“The breaking”

 

Now broken, once whole. 7 knots in a rope.

The children of sea, betrayed by their hope

Unfinished promises, an entente unbound,

as both of our tribes, lay sleeping underground.

 

A prophet, the ocean, master of none,

Master of nothing, fatherless son.

Father of nothing but what has been done,

a rope now broken, leaving it’s sons.

 

"Grieving of brothers."

 

Man of him does not trick us like them

man of him will not slay us instead.

for men of stone fall not for his act.

For men of stone still remember our pact.

 

We care now for seven, sons of the ocean,

But even now, we lose all motion.

Tired we slumber beneath the dirt.

As we return to dwell in our mother’s hearth.

 

“Tales of the fall”

 

Let it be known, the danger of words.

Danger of silence, danger of herds.

Dangers of mouthless phrases unheard.

Danger of trickers and mission spurred.

 

Rest now, for tricksters do trap us alive,

trap us for power, trap us and bind,

trap us in guilt, worry hindsight,

trap us in questions of why we were blind.

 

 

 

‘A price paid’

 

People yearn for gold and silver,

coins of copper, bars and silver

silvers of soul, shards of dust,

currency of monsters, beings above

 

currency they pay, brothers in debt,

to the trickster of faith as he marks them for death

mark them for harvest, a farmer that sows,

reaping of lives come a second toll.

 

 

A sketch of a giant stone tablet in the middle of a lake would be plastered upon the parchment, a blue tentacle like shape staining it's form.

 

 

 

Letters would be sent far and wide from the dismal study as she pursues her search for knowledge, an answer to these troubling riddles. 

 

[Cooliomafia 399]

Solan's ardent orbs would read over the letter, cursing under his breath as he inhaled deeply, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the side in an angry manner. His gaze shifted to his son, a grim expression overwhelming his visage as he began scribbling upon a note, his writing barely legible as he whistled sharply. An elegant dove swooped from above, innocently staring up at the 'ame, Solan swiftly attached a note to the bird, gently urging it forward as the dove flew off into the distance. Solan turned, his gaze falling upon his desk, littered with notes of the poems, the notes containing various theories, ideologies, and speculations, though all to no avail. He defeatedly collapsed upon his seat, a meek creak emitting from his office, echoing throughout his home in Sutica, "Please..." uttered the man, his gaze following the dove that had took off just a few moments before. 

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Sarrion already being like halfway into the whole story line would simply mutter somthing about riddles.

 

"I ******* HATE RIDDLES." He shouts, waving hands about as he looked at the rest of the guild with this new information.

[Gone 869]

Ellie offers Sarrion some tea before he flails too hard. 

 

"Wonder if that riddle thing those lights told us a while back is related."

[Lotoke 25]

Enedor stares at the letter silently, almost in a trance, before sighing, leaning back on his chair. "Well, the answer has some relation to the ocean." He says thoughtfully.

[Nug 2011]

4 minutes ago, Aelsioln said:

Ellie offers Sarrion some tea before he flails too hard. 

 

"Wonder if that riddle thing those lights told us a while back is related."

Thae shudders at the mention of other supernatural-esque sources unknown to him. Staring toward Ellie and Sarrion, he speaks in a tone riddled with hesitancy. A flustered expression coming across his face, his brows narrowing, lips stretching, with his eyes wide like smooth, river stones.

 

"What lights? Did I miss something? Probably... anyway, is there a collection of everything we've learned or experienced that has ties to this kinda stuff? So, that we may keep track and keep up-to-date with it all? I feel quite lost."

[Gone 869]

12 minutes ago, Nugosaurus said:

Thae shudders at the mention of other supernatural-esque sources unknown to him. Staring toward Ellie and Sarrion, he speaks in a tone riddled with hesitancy. A flustered expression coming across his face, his brows narrowing, lips stretching, with his eyes wide like smooth, river stones.

 

"What lights? Did I miss something? Probably... anyway, is there a collection of everything we've learned or experienced that has ties to this kinda stuff? So, that we may keep track and keep up-to-date with it all? I feel quite lost."

 

"I put books from a monastery into the Enchantry library and once I have some free time and don't feel lazy I've got other things to write down and toss in there." Ellie states then softly murmurs that she's eyeing a job as librarian.

[SpodoKaiba 612]

13 hours ago, Tox said:

Sarrion already being like halfway into the whole story line would simply mutter somthing about riddles.

 

"I ******* HATE RIDDLES." He shouts, waving hands about as he looked at the rest of the guild with this new information.

Steven nods in agreement with Sarrion.

[garentoft 9265]

Dirk chuckles lightly to himself, having figured it all out, though he'd have no plans of ever stating what he had found out, probably because he hadn't yet and it was tearing him apart mentally, he was a failure who couldn't even deduce a simple riddle, what would the world ever need of such a failure? A waste of life indeed.