A Rose Tinted View – Orianna Èirigh – 21.04.2022
Apr 29, 2022 19:36:44 GMT
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Post by Orianna Èirigh on Apr 29, 2022 19:36:44 GMT
OBSERVATIONS & EXCERPTS from the JOURNAL of SECOND ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST ORIANNA ÈIRIGH of ASHKHA
I was hoping to see more of the flying Netherese city of Gadenthor but somewhere along the way, whilst on our quest to follow a githyanki general, we got captured. To be honest, I did not see much of the original notice past the mention of the infamous flying Netherese city I have heard so much about! I was infinitely more interested in what the ancient metropolis would hold, what sort of answers to unknown questions I could find in there. Perhaps a look around in the area of Harnash, Ashkha’s closest neighbours. But we got caught, imprisoned in chairs, then forced into some kind of a shared magical dream that was us spending a very good day in Daring Heights going about our day.
Why are the githyanki wanting to know about Daring Heights? What are they trying to figure out?
They have overtaken Gadenthor and yet they have not figured everything out. Is there a piece missing perhaps? Or is the knowledge so ancient it is lost to time?
No. Nothing is ever truly lost. They will undoubtedly find the answers. It is only a matter of knowing where to look…
I met someone who also reads the Cosmos. Though his way of viewing them seems to be different from our way, I am curious to find out more about him though.
Ilthuryn Willowood.
When we were in the dream emulator he spoke perfectly and freely. He has a very beautiful voice. Sorta sweet, like a sandgrouse, quiet and hesitant. When we returned to reality though, his voice was gone and preferred to speak in a sign-like language. I must see if someone at the Academy can teach me…
The fairy that was with us, Beets, was very adamant that we bring the crystal that seemed to have a soul or a mind of someone she knew within it. But the githyanki were not going to let us leave unless we handed it/him over.
I had heard tales of the Netherese, the sort of magic they did, the kind of boundaries they pushed. ‘Questionable methods’ was what I heard often from my father. Yet he wanted to know more.
Perhaps Gadenthor was where they both went?
He had so many interests. I could spend a lifetime searching in one sliver of the realms for me not to find them, if they are even still alive…
In the end I had to convince Beets to hand over the crystal that contained her friend. I kept thinking of the Omen, the one that set me on this path, and how I could not perish here. I have already had one brush with the River recently. I hope to not have another. Not until I truly know what it is I am meant to do here.
And not before I can see them again…
Thank you Wixspartan for the letters 🌟
I was hoping to see more of the flying Netherese city of Gadenthor but somewhere along the way, whilst on our quest to follow a githyanki general, we got captured. To be honest, I did not see much of the original notice past the mention of the infamous flying Netherese city I have heard so much about! I was infinitely more interested in what the ancient metropolis would hold, what sort of answers to unknown questions I could find in there. Perhaps a look around in the area of Harnash, Ashkha’s closest neighbours. But we got caught, imprisoned in chairs, then forced into some kind of a shared magical dream that was us spending a very good day in Daring Heights going about our day.
Why are the githyanki wanting to know about Daring Heights? What are they trying to figure out?
They have overtaken Gadenthor and yet they have not figured everything out. Is there a piece missing perhaps? Or is the knowledge so ancient it is lost to time?
No. Nothing is ever truly lost. They will undoubtedly find the answers. It is only a matter of knowing where to look…
Hey, it was wonderful to meet you, despite what the circumstances were today. It is a joy to meet a cute tiefling like you who appreciates my guardians for what they are and who understands their position in the world. I hope you are ok now, I was as terrified as you were but I’m… less used to showing such things. We should speak again, maybe share a night of stargazing? I can show you how to properly listen to the stars, it must be so hard in the observatory and the city. Ilthuryn Willowood, Child of Stars
I met someone who also reads the Cosmos. Though his way of viewing them seems to be different from our way, I am curious to find out more about him though.
Ilthuryn Willowood.
When we were in the dream emulator he spoke perfectly and freely. He has a very beautiful voice. Sorta sweet, like a sandgrouse, quiet and hesitant. When we returned to reality though, his voice was gone and preferred to speak in a sign-like language. I must see if someone at the Academy can teach me…
Dear Ilthuryn,
Thank you for your note. I am doing better. Having been on the shores of the River once in recent weeks was still too fresh in my mind, but I was able to find solace in the Cosmos as I always do the previous night. I hope you are well, too?
As for your offer to share a night of stargazing, I would be delighted! Hearing you speak of them in that simulation got me curious to know how you, who is from the forests of Faerûn “listens to the stars”. Perhaps I can show you how my people listen, too.
When shall we meet?
Your friend,
Orianna Èirigh
Thank you for your note. I am doing better. Having been on the shores of the River once in recent weeks was still too fresh in my mind, but I was able to find solace in the Cosmos as I always do the previous night. I hope you are well, too?
As for your offer to share a night of stargazing, I would be delighted! Hearing you speak of them in that simulation got me curious to know how you, who is from the forests of Faerûn “listens to the stars”. Perhaps I can show you how my people listen, too.
When shall we meet?
Your friend,
Orianna Èirigh
The fairy that was with us, Beets, was very adamant that we bring the crystal that seemed to have a soul or a mind of someone she knew within it. But the githyanki were not going to let us leave unless we handed it/him over.
I had heard tales of the Netherese, the sort of magic they did, the kind of boundaries they pushed. ‘Questionable methods’ was what I heard often from my father. Yet he wanted to know more.
Perhaps Gadenthor was where they both went?
He had so many interests. I could spend a lifetime searching in one sliver of the realms for me not to find them, if they are even still alive…
I live on the roof of the Hung Rabbit when I am not in the wilds under the stars, seek me there whenever you wish to join me for an evening, I am rarely busy. Ilthuryn.
In the end I had to convince Beets to hand over the crystal that contained her friend. I kept thinking of the Omen, the one that set me on this path, and how I could not perish here. I have already had one brush with the River recently. I hope to not have another. Not until I truly know what it is I am meant to do here.
And not before I can see them again…
Thank you Wixspartan for the letters 🌟