Crystal Clear Vision – Orianna Èirigh – 16.06.2022
Jun 20, 2022 15:09:52 GMT
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Post by Orianna Èirigh on Jun 20, 2022 15:09:52 GMT
OBSERVATIONS & EXCERPTS from the JOURNAL of SECOND ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST ORIANNA ÈIRIGH of ASHKHA
Daring Academy is empty these days. The scholars that remain are either entirely dedicated to their work or entrust that the adventurers will save the city from the impending attack from the githyanki and the Netherese city. I do not know if I should be running away. I still haven’t found the purpose for my being here. Why did I have that vision of this place, this house of knowledge?
Of course I cannot leave. I must stay. This is where I need to be, if not to find out what my purpose is for being here then to ensure he knows where to find me…
It has been nearly a tenday since Gerhard and Ikissed saw each other. I wonder, the way he spoke about his friend, Henri… is it possible that he is more than just a friend?
Am I intruding where I should not?…
This book! All the Cosmos, this shining tome of secrets, it is so fascinating! I have never come across anything so exquisite as this, Grougaloragran’s Book of Many And True Prophecies Of The Stars. I was only able to find one reference to Grougaloragran in the Academy and that is he was supposedly a mystic that would read the stars and the inner light of those he saw. Could he be like Ilthuryn and I? Someone chosen by the Cosmos to be their voice?
Further reading of the one scroll I found says he was a travelling oracle and soothsayer who gave his predictions to some of history’s most famous kings, queens and heroes. No one knows where he has gone and no one has heard from him in a century.
My question is, with the mobilisation of so many chromatic, red dragons coming towards us from Harnash is it possible the gem dragons of old are stirring? I remember asking… someone… where they went. They used to rule these lands once upon a time, or so the old stories said. It could be that this Grougaloragran is one. Oh, how exhilarating it would be if he were!
Looking at this map it is… not very detailed. But it seems to be indicating a journey to the Sunset Spine. I should ask Gerhard if he would like to accompany me!
If only I knew where he is.
Why does he continue to avoid me?
Did I do something wrong?…
I decided to ask Ilthuryn for help, who then suggested we bring Florian with us — they are always a great friend to have around and they seem to have such worldly wisdom — who then suggested another person touched by Nature’s Knowledge, Glade. She has the most beautiful hair, entirely made of flowers! Curiously, one branch was different. I wonder what type of plant it is.
When we met Glade we also met Ossa, a bearded vulture aarakocra, also a well spoken but quiet individual. Then, much to my surprise, Florian went and found Leonida. I did not think she would be interested in coming on a Scholarly expedition but she kept eying Grougalorgaran’s book like she wished to take it from me.
Oh, that was another curious thing about Grougalorgaran’s tome, no one else could see the map. It was up to me to try to copy it so the others could have a reference. However, where I only saw pages of light shining and golden, the others saw regular parchment with text. When I mentioned that the book just appeared on my desk Florian got very strange. He said does anyone have a reason to want to hurt me, to which I looked at him confused and told him not to my knowledge. The thought had not even crossed my mind that there would be someone out there who wishes me harm, but now I wonder… would there be?
I certainly hope not.
Florian went on further to make sure that the book itself wasn’t a trick and I nearly protested. Thank goodness Ilthuryn was there to back me up, otherwise I may have lost this precious tome. No harm ever came from reading a book…
My map copying skills are nothing compared to his. But it has brought to mind a gift I could make for him on this journey. I could try to make this map an amalgamation of cartographer’s map and star map. Would it work? I’m not sure. I have not seen one done before but I will try. For him…
Glade gave us all flower crowns! Mine she wove from hydrangeas, the same flower the coven of Haspur Knoll gave to me…
Just awoke from an unusual dream. I was back home. It was clear, the clearest they’ve been since I left, as clear as I am looking at this journal now. I was in the Eknou’s Grand Archive, with Nim, exploring the deep spiral. Safe…
I did not have the energy to write much until now.
I have returned to Daring Heights having met Grougaloragran. They are an ancient crystal dragon. They do still live! I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to talk to them about. But between the white drakes attacking him/us, him falling into a deep slumber after giving us two prophecies, and the River nearly calling me to the Cosmos, twice, I focused on getting back.
But I am here now and I have to write both prophecies down.
The first pertains to the threat at hand — the githyanki and their red dragon allies:
Such ancient magic, risen now anew.
The frame aloft though mind is stuck in sinew.
The sky rains fire, the wind brings scaly death
No force exists more feared than fiery breath.
Your time is short, so I shall speak plain truth:
Did you know that dragon scales under the wings
are not as secure as they were in youth?
The second is less clear — possibly something to do with a future threat? Something already started? I am too tired to consult my own Map but I will. I must. Possibly with Ilthuryn’s help.
The eyes of the king and queen shall soon awake
Their madness comes as their sanity they will forsake
They lay in these mountains since a war long past
But now undeath will give them power unsurpassed
Followers they seek in the cities beyond, an army to muster, a war to wage
Be swift young adventurers and heed this warning,
you must stop the dawning of the undead age
I also wrote a note to him, Gerhard, asking if he would meet me. I don’t know what I’m more scared for: If he does come, or if he ignores me still.
Either way, I guess I will have my answer…
Continued in ‘Under the Yew Tree’ 💫
Daring Academy is empty these days. The scholars that remain are either entirely dedicated to their work or entrust that the adventurers will save the city from the impending attack from the githyanki and the Netherese city. I do not know if I should be running away. I still haven’t found the purpose for my being here. Why did I have that vision of this place, this house of knowledge?
Of course I cannot leave. I must stay. This is where I need to be, if not to find out what my purpose is for being here then to ensure he knows where to find me…
It has been nearly a tenday since Gerhard and I
Am I intruding where I should not?…
This book! All the Cosmos, this shining tome of secrets, it is so fascinating! I have never come across anything so exquisite as this, Grougaloragran’s Book of Many And True Prophecies Of The Stars. I was only able to find one reference to Grougaloragran in the Academy and that is he was supposedly a mystic that would read the stars and the inner light of those he saw. Could he be like Ilthuryn and I? Someone chosen by the Cosmos to be their voice?
Further reading of the one scroll I found says he was a travelling oracle and soothsayer who gave his predictions to some of history’s most famous kings, queens and heroes. No one knows where he has gone and no one has heard from him in a century.
My question is, with the mobilisation of so many chromatic, red dragons coming towards us from Harnash is it possible the gem dragons of old are stirring? I remember asking… someone… where they went. They used to rule these lands once upon a time, or so the old stories said. It could be that this Grougaloragran is one. Oh, how exhilarating it would be if he were!
Looking at this map it is… not very detailed. But it seems to be indicating a journey to the Sunset Spine. I should ask Gerhard if he would like to accompany me!
If only I knew where he is.
Why does he continue to avoid me?
Did I do something wrong?…
I decided to ask Ilthuryn for help, who then suggested we bring Florian with us — they are always a great friend to have around and they seem to have such worldly wisdom — who then suggested another person touched by Nature’s Knowledge, Glade. She has the most beautiful hair, entirely made of flowers! Curiously, one branch was different. I wonder what type of plant it is.
When we met Glade we also met Ossa, a bearded vulture aarakocra, also a well spoken but quiet individual. Then, much to my surprise, Florian went and found Leonida. I did not think she would be interested in coming on a Scholarly expedition but she kept eying Grougalorgaran’s book like she wished to take it from me.
Oh, that was another curious thing about Grougalorgaran’s tome, no one else could see the map. It was up to me to try to copy it so the others could have a reference. However, where I only saw pages of light shining and golden, the others saw regular parchment with text. When I mentioned that the book just appeared on my desk Florian got very strange. He said does anyone have a reason to want to hurt me, to which I looked at him confused and told him not to my knowledge. The thought had not even crossed my mind that there would be someone out there who wishes me harm, but now I wonder… would there be?
I certainly hope not.
Florian went on further to make sure that the book itself wasn’t a trick and I nearly protested. Thank goodness Ilthuryn was there to back me up, otherwise I may have lost this precious tome. No harm ever came from reading a book…
My map copying skills are nothing compared to his. But it has brought to mind a gift I could make for him on this journey. I could try to make this map an amalgamation of cartographer’s map and star map. Would it work? I’m not sure. I have not seen one done before but I will try. For him…
Glade gave us all flower crowns! Mine she wove from hydrangeas, the same flower the coven of Haspur Knoll gave to me…
Just awoke from an unusual dream. I was back home. It was clear, the clearest they’ve been since I left, as clear as I am looking at this journal now. I was in the Eknou’s Grand Archive, with Nim, exploring the deep spiral. Safe…
I did not have the energy to write much until now.
I have returned to Daring Heights having met Grougaloragran. They are an ancient crystal dragon. They do still live! I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to talk to them about. But between the white drakes attacking him/us, him falling into a deep slumber after giving us two prophecies, and the River nearly calling me to the Cosmos, twice, I focused on getting back.
But I am here now and I have to write both prophecies down.
The first pertains to the threat at hand — the githyanki and their red dragon allies:
Such ancient magic, risen now anew.
The frame aloft though mind is stuck in sinew.
The sky rains fire, the wind brings scaly death
No force exists more feared than fiery breath.
Your time is short, so I shall speak plain truth:
Did you know that dragon scales under the wings
are not as secure as they were in youth?
The second is less clear — possibly something to do with a future threat? Something already started? I am too tired to consult my own Map but I will. I must. Possibly with Ilthuryn’s help.
The eyes of the king and queen shall soon awake
Their madness comes as their sanity they will forsake
They lay in these mountains since a war long past
But now undeath will give them power unsurpassed
Followers they seek in the cities beyond, an army to muster, a war to wage
Be swift young adventurers and heed this warning,
you must stop the dawning of the undead age
I also wrote a note to him, Gerhard, asking if he would meet me. I don’t know what I’m more scared for: If he does come, or if he ignores me still.
Either way, I guess I will have my answer…
Continued in ‘Under the Yew Tree’ 💫