Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:38 am

As time moves slowly by, very deep singing drifts out from behind the doors with several distinct, chanting harmonies. A thudding vibration swells from the ground beneath us like a growling heartbeat, throwing us off their feet.The mountain continues to shake violently for a few moments more, cracks appearing at the edge of the ledge before settling once again into silence. I fear may be just a matter of time before more rocks rain down on us.

I remiss in writing this down in a timely manner, the last time I was awake the talk started out with food but turns to what the sounds from the doorway sound like, and Doyle suggests that the rumbling sounds like ancient mechanisms trying to move a heavy load to him. Leaving us with our thoughts wondering. The next time I woke, I decided to go and do a bit of farming for a time while I await news of what is happening. And I hear a couple new adventures came upon the group at the doors according to Lavender, and after asking what was going on seeing the gathering there at the doors and after hearing a bit of the tale they started yelling and trying to say hi to whomever….or whatever is behind the doors and that we meant them no harm, then a large rock falls from nowhere, immediately sending both girls to whichever life monument they had tied themselves to. Some believe it was divine intervention, Lavender thinks it was just all the noise they made bringing down boulders from the surrounding mountains that had undoubtedly been loosened by all the activity there. I believe it was probably a combination of both. And later report tells some heard a loud crack, like thunder reverberating through the area. As to this last instance I fear I was not able to witness as I was in dire need of rest.

Low has returned to us, seems he amazingly slept through the whole thing and knows nothing of what happened to him. I am relieved to see that he is alright, our group still stays at the stone doors, people coming and going as they have need, or see fit. The fear and worry I had over Low’s disappearance is now faded seeing him safe. Low being Low… is still asking for more ale.

Oh what wonders or woes do you behold, oh Lowrenzo
Do you sleep in the haze that keeps you away?
Do you know what has happened, oh mighty rogue?
You flicker like static on the hill through the night
As we watch with fear on guard with might
What has happened to you is yet unknown
And if it will happen again is has not been foretold
But yet we wait… and try to be bold.

Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:20a
I had just woken in Branishor Tower where Silver had taken me to get away and rest; I immediately head to the giant doors to see if anything had yet happened upon arriving there I was greeted by stunned silence, Lavender and Akassa staring at the Life monument in amazement. I knew immediately I had just missed something, so I ask what it was and was told by both ladies what I had just missed, they told me that just at the very edge of their vision the cracked life monument seemed to flicker with purplish light before returning to cold, stony normality. So now I too sit and wait once again, looking at the monument that seems to be the same as it was when I left. A few marcs later Low appeared in our mists… but again he flickers with a haziness I do not understand. He doesn’t appear to actually be awake… making me wonder if he is after all nothing but a mirage conjured by our collective hopes of seeing him again. As others I sit and silently wonder, waiting, and watching. And this thought occurs to me, making me wonder, if some of Lows life force had been taken in some mysterious way to help bring the monument to life.

Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:16 pm
Low has vanished after naming the gods and goddesses he knew of as being helpful to him personally... just as he was heading to sleep, we are not sure he even knows what has happened to him. I am scared. Not long after a deep vibrating thrum comes from within the doors, spiked with a few short cracking sounds, a waterfall of dust cascades down on us and settles at the base of the doors. Silence once again fell over the mountains and the dust mixes with the snow swirling away on the winds. Everyone grabs for weapons, our training and constant battle experience making such things second nature now lay my own Ultimate weapon across my lap as Doyle comes into the area, we must all look crazy... he tells us to put away our weapons, I do as he says trusting his judgment completely, bowing my head I pray for Lows safety... and ours. So distraught over not knowing my adopted papa rogues fate, my bondmate had come and lead me away, for my own sanity's sake... I must rest, hope, and pray that those that still linger there at the doors are safe.

Mon Feb 24, 2014 2:54 pm
Curious as to why we gathered at the stone gate our goddess Miranda visited those of us awake at the gate to see what we were doing there, we told her what we knew and she said she would be watching with interest from the sunrifter the things happening here and left us with a warning: If there are signs of movement, not to bother running... we would not get far, but also acknowledged that things might turn out to be alright.

Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:58 pm
While meditating at Altitan, I was astonished to hear a small snatch of song again from the other side of the doors, deep voices harmonizing and a sound that could only be described as grinding of stone against raw rock. Thankful I was not entirely alone when this occurred.

2-23-14
The marc started as usual as ever, then messages where circulated that the Minstrel Steelthunder’s arrival at the Dundee Inn, many flocked to the inn to hear his song themselves.
Steelthunder began to sing within Dundee...he spoke of war, and of strategy, and potential alliances. It is thought though that the war is woven into most tales in this age. He spoke of the rock giants in Altitan, being friendly with those from Valon long ago, until betrayed by one of their own. After the tale to the mountains many did flock in wonder marveling over the tale. I Rosaline, was one of the first to arrive at the massive stone gates to that city I will probably never see, thoughts of the tale running through my mind, yet they all went blank when I spotted dust falling from those gates, like something had shaken them just enough for their massiveness to move, a muffled noise I heard just beyond the gates.. Like music so soft and quick did the sound escape, I look back to find that following on my heels Alanna Sylverhaven and Sorynn, I pointed to the gates and asked if they saw what I had seen only to question my sanity at what I witnessed when I found that they had not. Many people now gather at the gates as well, I told what I witnessed hoping that I was not alone but found none that saw what I managed to see. Frustrated and confused I decided to stay there and meditate hoping for guidance to understanding. More people did show from around the land with tales of their own of the ground shaking beneath their feet, yet more a feeling with in them , then actual movement they too head to the gates only to then be told of the song the Minstrel did sing. We talked of what wonders we might see, are they friendly still, or do they bear a hatred for us now for the betrayal they bore? Inspired and unable to meditate much more once the words spoken around me disrupted my calm, I pulled out a parchment and began to write poem of my own. One might think these are imaginations running wild from the tale the Minstrel spun that marc in the inn, but those who did see, or hear what they did are not usually known to make up tales of this sort.

Massive stone doors hide a place only legends now hold,
What lie beyond the stone is now stories of old
And if they opened with our lives will we pay that cost?
Legends speak of giants with skills we have lost,
Making armor and weapons of such wonder our world’s greatest could not
A rare find is it that someone might have, items from those days that did not last
A time before the massive gates where closed and we left to our own.
Altitan, what secrets do you whisper beyond those great doors?
Do you still care that we are outnumbered by our foe?
Will you ever open wide your gates? Or are you of mind to leave us to our fate?
Only time now will tell what you will decide, will we be able to be friends once more?
Or shall the tales we tell be all we are to now know….
For now to our own friends we must remain true, for it is better to stand with friends when you meet the end then to be surrounded by the strongest in armor greater then all, yet all alone.
Songs met our ears from voices on the other side, giving hope to a few,
A grinding as well, making some nervous that war might be nearly upon us.
But bravely or foolishly we decide to stay to meet our fate
at the stone doors when the someday comes that they open…. And we wait.

Night

Though dark be the night,
it is with delight
that we see the sky sparkle with small points of light
and everything can seem so right
The marcs pass by and the sunrifter travels the sky,
with light so bright it hides the night
that that twinkled with all of its might.
The sunrifter’s warmth
makes night seem cold,
but to those that are bold
the night doth hold
more wonders than can be told.

One Spell Left to Find

One spell left to find, one spell left to find
Deep in the spiders cave I will spend all my time
One spell left to find, one spell left to find
Among dancing spiders, having a marvelous time
One spell left to find, one spell left to find
And oh to find it would bring peace of mind
One spell left to find, one spell left to find
Now to find it would be so sublime!

Blue Rhyme

One, two, I found a blue!
Three, Four, let’s find some more,
Five, six, they sure are slick,
Seven, eight, I hate to wait,
Nine, ten, let’s hunt again!
Eleven, twelve, more blues to delve,
Thirteen, fourteen, they sure are keen
Fifteen, sixteen, and very mean!
Seventeen, eighteen, they must have foreseen,
Nineteen, twenty, and hid the plenty!

Interesting Alphabet Alliteration

Azure’s always aiding ailing adventurers amidst angry animal attacks!
Because before battling boisterous bears brawny bruits buy better blessed battle axes
Clearly causing ciaos, cautious clerics can’t contain
During dawn’s dwindling darkness
Early echo’s encouraged Enchanters eager enriching enchantments
For following forward forewarned frees familiar friends fears
Gaining ground, groaning gnomes give grand growls
Hearing, heartless hero’s head home hurriedly
Ignoring ignorance, innocent initiate incite inexplicably
Joining jarring jousts joyfully!
Kind Kimaldians keep cut korungas to share
Leopards leap lank, leering, looking longingly, and licking lips at lazy, lounging Low.
Mischief makers march merrily making much music
Noisy obnoxious noses nearly annoy neighbors
Obnoxious oaf offers Opal ornaments for oatmeal
Paying plat pleases passing peoples purses, causing
Queen Cordelia to quietly questions people’s inquisitiveness.
Realizing rogues require repaired rapiers
Swift sword smiths’ sale special sharpening stones
Though this time tireless teams test termites temper, though
Usually unnerving us.
Veteran demons use viscous, venomous voices
Waking worthy warriors when world is wronged.
Xia excitedly examines expressions from hexed adventures exhausting them
Yearly yahoos in yellow yearn to yodel or yack yet yield a yawn
Zigzag or zoom with zeal with zillions as a zither plays this Summer fair!

This is not a poem but a songs still something I created I was hunting Blue guardians with Azure.

(To the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree” ))
Oh Blue guardian, oh blue guardian where are thou oh blue guardian?
Many seek thy treasures dear; many seek what you hold near.
Oh Blue guardian, oh blue guardian where are thou oh blue guardian?

Oh Blue guardian, oh blue guardian where are thou oh blue guardian?
In caverns you seek to hide and volcanos you do abide.
Oh Blue guardian, oh blue guardian where are thou oh blue guardian?

Oh Blue guardian, oh blue guardian where are thou oh blue guardian?
I search for you both day and night; I search for you with no sunrifter light.
Oh Blue guardian, oh blue guardian where are thou oh blue guardian?

((Tune “Blue Christmas”))

I’ll have a dull hunt, without a blue,
I’ll have a dull hunt, without a blue!
You’ll be doing alright with your crystals of gold, orange, and red!
But I’ll have a very dull hunt without a blue!

There once was a man from Dundee
Who when out to see what he could see
Through the Dark forest he roamed
Found to many animals that foamed
So to the nearest town he did flee,
There at the inn he exclaimed he was bit by a tree!
Those shopping nearby
Did hear the man cry
Some then stopped shopping to stare
As the man did look like a bear
He was over six-three
And there between his ankle and knee
Was a sight most of the world would never believe
But it simply seemed a bit strange to me*srugs*
Out of the lads leg a dagger did hang
Though some say they thought it was a fang
So it did seem to be that the man fell asleep under that tree
Out of the pocket of a rogues’ cloak
A soul leach dagger fell and hit that poor bloke!
And to this day that poor man wails
That it’s simply too dangerous along that trail!
I leave you now with the moral to this tale…
Never fall asleep along the trail.
For no one ever, seem to see,
the rogues that hang among the trees!