The next few lines/paragraphs may be intresting to some, dull to others, but what the hell, It's content right, but mostly, it's the best way I can find to thank all concerned, for the fun, thx to u all
cya soon.From the outset, I knew this was going to be a long trip.
Not having TP to the meeting place did not help matters either. So I started the long trek to the place where the brave Homins of the Eternal Flames were starting to gather. Their mission, cross the planet, the long way, gathering Pacts with Kami and Karavan alike from each continent and languish in the cool, cool waters of the Tryker.
So, finally I arrive at the camp, drained of energy, out of breath, but enthusiastic about the adventure that lay ahead and elated at finally meeting, in person, the other members of our guild. Rawpure, our glorious and powerful leader, Fasinius, great mage and crafter of fine, fine wares. The beautiful Taxana, whose words could charm the very moon from the sky. Filanon, elusive, but always ready to come to our aid. And the delightful Alcina, with such enthusiasm as to make my heart proud. The time has not yet come for me to meet Ishtarnak, whom I imagine to be a powerful prospector, and a Homin of great wealth and contentment.
After the meeting, the wise Fasinius engages me in combat to assure that I am prepared for the hard journey ahead. The great power of his spells transform my soul and mind, and I behave as if in a dream. I felt I may never be the same again.
However, I survived, and that which does not kill us makes us stronger. This is the lesson I learned that day.
So, off we set, across the vast land of Matis, bringing death and destruction to all the evil that is harboured by the northern region of our great country. The great mages are at the front, and play with the powerful torbaks as one would with a puppy, before finally delivering the killing blow. The primitive Gibbai did not possess the intelligence to stay back and were slaughtered in a frenzy of powerful incantations that made the very Earth shake in fear at the destruction being wielded across its surface. Later, I would see that this was just a small fraction of the power available to our noble mages.
Onwards we trek, through the vegetation, across the Knoll, laughing and joking, laying waste to all who would try to break our joyful mood. The only thing that could harm us was the heat of the burning dessert. However, we adapted to our new environment and were ready for the crossing of the continent into the harsh land of Fryos.
Thesos is not far now, we cross the land with ease, and perhaps, a little too much nonchalance, because we almost lost some of our journeymen on the way, the heat of the dessert was starting to make us lose our focus, but Rawpure made her voice heard and brought us out of our reverie and into Thesos unscathed.
I must have been much more weary than I at first thought, because I fell into a sleep so deep and long that the loudest shouts of the party could not wake me, even the world renown charisma of Taxana failed to stir me from my slumber in time for me to join the party out of Thesos and onward to the capital city of Pyr. I awoke alone, but refreshed from my rest. The others were far away on there journey, and alas were too far ahead to come back for me. I fear all is lost and wander distractedly thru Thesos until I chance upon an ancient memory of the time I made a pact with one member of the Karavan, who promised to allow me instantaneous passage to his strange craft located close to the city of Pyr. Because my memory is not what it once was, I search frantically through my belongings to locate the mantra I must chant to enable my passage to the strange Landship, where the Karavan peoples of Fryos reside.
Once again, my heart is full of joy, as I realise that I have arrived here, ahead of my friends. I converse with the locals, and discover that they are far, far more friendly and happy than their reputations would suggest and I fail to see why the Karavan would speak so badly of them, maybe I have much to learn, but until then, I will consider all fryosians to be friends.
After much fun in the desert I go in search once again for my peoples, they should be close to Pyr by now. Its not long before I hear a shout, I stop, I scan the horizon, and there, there in the distance I see Rawpure and Taxana, With renewed vigour, I double my pace and soon I see Fasinius, Kyle and Alcina. At last we are all reunited. No time to party though, they have endured much on there way here and we still have far to travel to reach Zorra, we move on with renewed purpose and resolve.
We reach Zorra with barely a scratch, so much for the Fryosians tales of invincible beasts and monsters to make one cower in terror. Maybe thats one reason why I like the Fryos so much. Their ability to spin such yarns amazes me. We make our pacts with the Kami of Zorra and take some time to relax and play before setting out for the roots of Atys. The Zorra live up to their reputation of being mysterious, I dont recall seeing even one zorra, save for the merchants and worshippers, who, forgive me for saying, lack a certain intelligence that is possessed by the Homins who have a cause that is noble and just, rather than by living by the law of the dapper.
The trip to the Roots is just a blur to me now, but I remember that we somehow managed to lose some of our party along the way. Filanon was too tired to go on and decided to stay for a while, rest well my friend, you truly gave your best and you deserve the time needed to recover. Fasinius the noble had urgent business elsewhere and so went to it; our gratitude goes with you my friend.
The Prime Roots, things will not be so easy now, our spirit remains, but a new determination must exist also.
This is a dark and foreboding place; there are things here that will not rest until you are so much fertilizer for the foul plants that suck what little light there is in this place. They then give the light back, but not in a form that our minds can comprehend, we do not see by light in this place, we see the colours of emotion, and that is what truly gets to you down here, because the most predominant colour here is fear, this is not black or red or any other colour but is just a colour that bypasses your eyes and bores straight into your soul. We are now down to just 5 in our party, with the most dangerous are up ahead. The mighty Fasinius is required elsewhere, but we still have Rawpure and Taxana, I shall put my very life in the hands of these great mages. Kyle, a great healer, is still here as is the bubbly Alcina, who can keep us cheerful in the face of such adversity. Rawpure makes a good plan, and we stick to it like a gingo to a yubo. We take the long way round and narrowly escape death, Taxana and Rawpure wreak magical havoc on the hardest of the evil that lurks here, at great cost to themselves, but Kyle, Alcina and myself, reinvigorate them with our powerful healing mantras. The journey is long and hard but we are buzzing with purpose, excitement and elation at having destroyed so much evil in this terrible place, and survived to exit to the promised land of Tryker.
Tryker, right from my first sight of it, truly the most beautiful place I have ever seen, Alcina shared my opinion of the place and made some fine drawings and sketches, her artistry is second to none, and I hope she will save one or two for me.
Id heard of them, Id avoided, Id even helped to kill some of them, but there is absolutely nothing cute about cutes. One or two, maybe, but this place is full of them and they are all over us, we suffer many casualties, and almost become permanent fixtures of the land before we get to the wonderful Fairhaven. We are all weary from our ordeal and things are starting to take on a surreal aspect, I have seen the moon 5 times now and only slept once. I maybe imaging things , but during all this destruction, I saw Taxana casting spells, chanting mantras, consoling us in our pain and torment from the constant battling whilst simultaneously engaging in telepathic communication with our lost comrades and others in this new promised land, does the charisma of this lady know no bounds?
We finally reach the wonderful lakes of Fairhaven, we are all bloodstained and tired, and I feel I will soon collapse from sheer exhaustion. There is something happening at the stable in Fairhaven, something big, Homins from far and wide are gathered there to trade, Rawpure and Alcina are among them, they tell me something about powerful jewels and ambers that are being traded, but my mind is not with them, and I am too tired to wait. I make my farewells, run to the lake, and collapse beside it to fall into a peaceful sleep, safe in the knowledge that when I awake I will be in Promised Land of the Tryker, the land I have sought since I could first wield a sword or chant a mantra.
This is not the end for me, a new land and a new beginning awaits...
~Axx Of Matis~
Just because you're paranoid, dont mean there not watching you.
Kurt Cobain R.I.P. 1967 - 1994