OOC: Thanks for the nice idea Sunce
Here goes my little experiment. the 2page long format came quite naturally tbh
But sorry for the pompous style
I am an RP player after all so don't judge me too hard
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What is Ryzom to me
(by Trader)
The magic sap of Atys… I think I feel it in my veins, pulsing in the rhythm of my heart, getting to every little cell of my body, to the very core of my essence. I close my eyes and my spirit soars above the vast grassy plains of the void, the lush greenery of matisian woods, the burning sand of fyros deserts, the shining lakes of blessed trykoth… So many times in my sleep I have been walking it’s many paths, avoiding it’s many dangers, embracing my numerous friends, feeling at home, feeling right there were I belong.
The beauty of this place. Those French-born “higher powers” knew exactly right what they were doing. The change of seasons: the rain in zorai jungle, whispering in the bamboo leaves, the snowflakes slowly descending upon the sleeping cherry-blossom trees of the Verdant hights. And then in spring these same trees virtually explode with a colorful multitude of flower petals. The flock of pink birds flies by, gracefully almost royally and the little yubos come closer to take a better look at this strange creature robed in dzao fiber fyros light sitting next to them in the grass, looking at the stars, at the giant moons of atysian sky.
The first year I saw Atys in my dreams, every single night. I yearned for it, sitting in the office, completing my daily tasks and I rushed to it once the working day was over. I reveled in the company of the intelligent good-natured people that inhabit it. I diligently collected it’s raw materials taking care to avoid the fangs and claws of those beasts that seem so very real to a little man dressed in forage Light Armor. I experimented with combinations, getting new recipes, mastering the high art of atysian crafters. I took part in Outpost conflicts feeling the intense energies of battle, the hype, the excitement of healing your friends to the very last. The joy of victory, the sadness of defeat. I did all that and I never stopped to wonder at the richness, the diversity, the completeness and ultimately – the pull that this wonderful world has upon me.
What is Ryzom to me? A home, a peaceful retreat from everyday toil, a family of close friends. An inspiration, a living beauty the like of which is hard to come buy in real world. A mission, a duty, a path that I proudly follow. But still the image is far from complete…
Atysian proverb says: They all return. Sooner or later they all do, and when we say good bye on the main forums we know. They will return. They will raise their children, reap their crops, draw up their contracts, tidy their houses and return. Because this force is too much to bear, to deep to root out and too enchanting to refuse.
Sometimes my real life dictates that I leave the beloved lands and every hour every day of being apart is like a torture, when I simply can’t think of nothing else. You may say that I am a wretched ailing soul, addicted to the virtual, choosing illusion instead of reality, and perhaps you are right. I have caught it the first time I set my foot on the trial island and it is just too damn hard to overcome. Such a sweet, such a pleasant disease. Just like love.
[FONT="]I must be a fool… But at least I am a fool in love. And the name of my love is… Ryzom.[/FONT]
