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Surrealism
Surrealism
A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Saturday, 31 March 2007
Gareth is such a sweetheart, without him I would have lasted around half a marc in that evil, soul stealing, pit...but I actually managed to drag myself up to 80%...I've not trained in over two weeks at least...today was the first day I actually had any inclination to bother...I am still awestruck, perhaps I may even try again sometime soon
Celestia posted @ 21:21 - Link - comments
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
Another day thrown into the surreal..filled with so many little intricacies, I could not put them all to paper, nor am I sure I would want to...

I must endeavour not to write my days as a series of events, there is no justice in that for me...and if I were to look back over it, as with yesterday, I would feel I have lessened it somehow..

We are named....it's a start, not a fresh one, for I do not believe they exist,..there are only continuations in a new direction. For myself I think the name itself was irrelevant, the symbolism was what caught me.....the fact we are now...something, together, whole....

There were many things that...stuck with me, changed and tempered my mood, spilled me one way then hauled me back the other.....the line, the quest for knowledge, a chat with the initiate, a loan to a friend, the daisy and the dandelion...and the warrior, always the warrior changes me....
Celestia posted @ 18:38 - Link - comments
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
I love to start the day with a raid, three wp's and an ingot for two seconds blindly fighting dark portal shifters...and after it all I felt no better...I will give the ingot and two of the wp's to Tus and one to Amzer when I see him, it always helps to see them smile.....I shall have to start collecting for the mistress....her smile stirs my soul and reminds me why I love her so, she needs cheering lately

It was nice to hear from Tib....he lifts my spirits some, and says he likes my writing..I shall have to attempt something for him...perhaps...perhaps a little more about my hideaway, I think he would like that


A Cleric, not much below my level, asked me to escort him to the machine....well I attempted the endeavour but had difficulty...somehow I dont think he was impressed with my fighting prowess, my sense of direction...even with a map, or my abilities as a guide..but it was good fun to feel a little foolish and laugh at myself again....I was doing well until I was distracted by ...*the ink seems to trail off the page, as if the writer were lost in reverie and unaware of the plume*......


By my imagination
Celestia posted @ 17:58 - Link - comments
Monday, 26 March 2007
*slips silently into the mountains, lingering in the empty lot she sits, pondering the last few days. She opens the book she purchased many moons ago, thinking tis time she finally gave it due. Pulling a gull plume and ink from her pack, she carefully parts the book and begins to scribe her musings*


The last few days have been harrowing....I feel a deep scar across my heart , my integrity feels flawed, listless, a deceit unto myself.....but I know I wished to do it

I left Sanc....my home, my family for so long. I had no wish for it to seem underhanded, but alas, in hindsight, my error is blissfully and excrutiatingly clear

I love, all of them, for what they have made me. I owe them everything and in return I gave them nothing. They made me, shaped me and brought me forth from the shell I began as.

Not once, but twice did they accept me with open arms, after I was foolish and flighty...and again I show the true nature of my heart..I miss them all and I feel so ...unclean somehow, that I would do this without word to the people I love

I've no defence save to say I was as unaware it would happen as they...until the very moment I left

And so I start a new day....with the torturous ache, dragging me in one direction, and the pure thrill of the unknown creation before me, pulling me the other

Into the fray of a new guild, a new home, and hopefully, in time they will become my family also...for no matter how the rest of sanctuary feel....they will forever be ingrained deeply upon my life, in my thoughts and all they have given me held safe and cherished within my soul

With trepidation and awe I embark upon this......I hope deep within myself I can live up to my ideals ...if only once in my life
Celestia posted @ 15:40 - Link - comments
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