Tamarien's Regret

[BigAssFrog 15]

Tamarien stands on the edge of the walls that guard the Arcane Delvers mighty fortress. The sun can be seen setting off into the distance, although Tamarien would not be looking towards it to admire its beauty, but realize there may still be hope. He could only wish there was more he could of done to stop his kin from travelling down the path they have, but too all his wisdom, he could not.

 

The more it lingers in his mind the more guilt he begins to feel, his words not being able to fathom the regret that is flowing through his mind. The shallow mumbles of words flow out of his mouth, in a tongue that you or I no longer use. Nor can I begin to make you understand his eternal sorrow. This is no wound that could be healed through medicine or bandages.

 

The memories of his friends, even distant relatives flash throughout his conscious, like a photograph being looked at countless times over. Tamarien finally raises his head to look off into the sunset, which now has almost fully set. A darkness sweeps over the land before he seemingly begins to talk to himself, "For tis' I blame myself, though I can not see how tis' is my fault. I done everything in my power to stop the following events from happening, but I could not. But what the High Council has done, what the Sentinels have done, what /Malinor/ has done, tis' unforgivable. They shall pay for their wrongs in their own blood, the blade shall be wielded to slay the wicked beast that taunts even the greatest men. Greed. The lust for power and knowledge. The treacherous chaos that burns from the beasts mouth. For yes, this is a beast, one that does not possess corporeal form, nor can we see it. It lies deep in the heart of all men, awaiting its time to surface. Van'ayla lliran, tis' time to play towards the Delvers hand, and suffer unto Polgrath's Wrath.

[Lvke 1000]

((Nice read Jordan!))

[BigAssFrog 15]

((Cheers haha, got pretty bored and nobody was around on the server so just wrote this out quickly instead))

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

Oblivious, again, with his simple mind, a large dark human made his way out of the main gate. He had been confused as to why the gate that leads to the Lumberyard, his working ground, was Baracaded. But, he remembered what Titania had told him, about an impending attack. Ivar, being the mans name, was still not sure as to why such a threat was looking over such a beautiful land. He didn't know much about anything, especially the political grounds of Malinor, but even he could feel something in the air.

 

Pulling the fishing nets from his shoulder, as without his work, he needed something to do to keep his body busy, he would lay down one on the shore before staring out across the lake. He could see the bridge that laid beneath the water, fallen and in disrepair for the rumored attack. He pushed these thoughts of doom from his mind, as he was good at, and would toss a net into the water, watching the other end sink.

 

Sitting, the Net tucked into his large left hand, he would pull a book and quill from his pack. The Ink bottle sitting upright, Ivar would open the book, containing various scribbles of the Alphabet and small three lettered words, made by him, and he would begin writing, practicing his lessons whenever he could.

[BigAssFrog 15]

The battle is over, we had lost. But did we achieve anything? Was it all worth it? Tamarien cannot comprehend what was accomplished in the battle, let alone his own thoughts on it. He twists his head over to what sits in the middle of the plains, it would be nothing more then a petty tree. The silent although quite loud whistling sound emanates from his mouth, flowing throughout the plains. A small dove comes swooping down out of the tree, before gracefully perching on his shoulder and cuddling up to his cheek.

 

He begins to let out a smile, the only one you would find in such a conversation, following by his voice being raised in quite a cheerful tone, "Yes friend, I have missed you too. Tis' been quite a while since I have asked a favor of you." One could only wonder who he was talking to, perhaps himself, perhaps to no one, or perhaps, just perhaps, he may have been adressing the bird. The elegant chirping sound comes from the dove's beak as Tamarien gently strokes his finger across its chest.

 

But the somber tone returns as Tamarien remembers why he summoned this bird for, "I need you to take this letter for me. Tis' to an old friend, one that is like a son to me. I trust nobody more to carry this letter, tis' important to be sent to his hands, that is why I cannot just give it to some ordinary bird." He reaches into his robes, shuffling around, searching for something. It is not long before a sealed letter is removed from his robes. I could not tell you what is written in this letter, for I would not know myself. It is only Tamarien who knows of what is written, and the following readers of it.

 

"Now fly my old friend, fly into the light of day." The dove drops off of his shoulder, gripping the letter with its razor sharp claws. If you were to say that no ordinary dove could carry a note like that, well yes I suppose that is true, though this is no ordinary dove, or perhaps it may not even be a dove at all. Nobody knows if that letter ever made it to its destination, nor if the receiver even still lives. But there is one things we do know, just one. The contents within the letter are not for our eyes to read, but if you look carefully, on the outside of the letter, it says in dark black inc, "To Aulaeum".

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.