Story and diary of Vanessegolunil: an Elf with his head in the stars
Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2024 1:08 am
An average heighted Elf stands at the edge of the city of Arandor. Vanessegolunil looked over it, and he could help but smile at its beauty. As the elf walks down through the flowers and tall grass he enters the small bar and finds a spot to sit. He looked to the side stool, he recalled an Elf that sat in this place not long ago. A victim of an old raid not long ago. The Elf frowned as he thought about it for a bit longer. As Vanessegolunil walked through the capital he could not help but feel the missing, the lack of eyes he once saw during his time here in the past. The notions of his people, vanishing, dieing, being taken by force and enthralled - this, infuriated the Elf.
I am often told it was hubris, that lead to so much tragedy. However, is it also not pure hubris still for us to go on not knowing what happened in full? Jyn-Pal, a tragedy potentially of their own doing. How to fix such mistakes of the past when we know so little.
This cult of Azamul, a danger to all things, I find it distasteful it exists at all still. So many groups screaming their disdain - yet, it still remains.
I have not really ventured into this land for very long, and yet I have seen so much, and yet still know so little.
The Elf wanders down the road, stopping briefly to pick at herbs along the way as he does. He stopped and stared into the sky, the sunsetting and the moon and all the glory a night shows cascaded slowly into view. how long had he stood there, only the Valar know. Vanessegolunil stopped and sat on a log and entered a meditative state. His eyes closed, yet filled with images. A jewel of a world was the center of his attention now in his deep meditation.
He saw, amongst the stars a world, a beautiful world - filled from end to end with life. As his mind came into more focus, he swa this world in a sphere - a sphere of magic and protection. As his eyes focused more he saw himself holding this orb in his hand. Around him stood a structure of stone, archways, stone platforms and windows of stained glass. The wall to his left was not there, allowing him to see into what was a vast field of purple, blue, crimson swirls, stars and other orbs. His meditation almost broke upon seeing it. He ventured past the archways and into the dark fields of lights and swirls.
He felt it all at once, heat from all the lights and objects - yet cold a coldness that would bite him down to his bones. The platforms behind him vanished into the silent darkness. Vanessegolunil felt suddenly a pulling force. As he looked in the direction of this force he saw all the objects in this spectacle heading towards what he could only describe as the feeling of falling to the ground while carrying hundreds of pounds of wet clothes. As he squinted towards this attractor, his spine chilled horribly, and he saw destruction in the future. However, so long as he held onto this orb of a world- it did not fall towards this attractor of doom. as he turned from this force he saw others standing behind him now. Even though he could not see their face, or hear them speak, he knew they were there to help him with this task. He opens his eyes.
I will not allow this future to befall Arandor, no matter the cost I will find a way to protect Arandor. Even at the cost of the rest of the world. I will make a new one for us....if I can. The Valar willing..I will try.
He marks the date in his journal. He must begin his research. He will learn what he must do and can do
I am often told it was hubris, that lead to so much tragedy. However, is it also not pure hubris still for us to go on not knowing what happened in full? Jyn-Pal, a tragedy potentially of their own doing. How to fix such mistakes of the past when we know so little.
This cult of Azamul, a danger to all things, I find it distasteful it exists at all still. So many groups screaming their disdain - yet, it still remains.
I have not really ventured into this land for very long, and yet I have seen so much, and yet still know so little.
The Elf wanders down the road, stopping briefly to pick at herbs along the way as he does. He stopped and stared into the sky, the sunsetting and the moon and all the glory a night shows cascaded slowly into view. how long had he stood there, only the Valar know. Vanessegolunil stopped and sat on a log and entered a meditative state. His eyes closed, yet filled with images. A jewel of a world was the center of his attention now in his deep meditation.
He saw, amongst the stars a world, a beautiful world - filled from end to end with life. As his mind came into more focus, he swa this world in a sphere - a sphere of magic and protection. As his eyes focused more he saw himself holding this orb in his hand. Around him stood a structure of stone, archways, stone platforms and windows of stained glass. The wall to his left was not there, allowing him to see into what was a vast field of purple, blue, crimson swirls, stars and other orbs. His meditation almost broke upon seeing it. He ventured past the archways and into the dark fields of lights and swirls.
He felt it all at once, heat from all the lights and objects - yet cold a coldness that would bite him down to his bones. The platforms behind him vanished into the silent darkness. Vanessegolunil felt suddenly a pulling force. As he looked in the direction of this force he saw all the objects in this spectacle heading towards what he could only describe as the feeling of falling to the ground while carrying hundreds of pounds of wet clothes. As he squinted towards this attractor, his spine chilled horribly, and he saw destruction in the future. However, so long as he held onto this orb of a world- it did not fall towards this attractor of doom. as he turned from this force he saw others standing behind him now. Even though he could not see their face, or hear them speak, he knew they were there to help him with this task. He opens his eyes.
I will not allow this future to befall Arandor, no matter the cost I will find a way to protect Arandor. Even at the cost of the rest of the world. I will make a new one for us....if I can. The Valar willing..I will try.
He marks the date in his journal. He must begin his research. He will learn what he must do and can do