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Post by Asen on Dec 20, 2007 23:26:21 GMT -5
The white continent. So white. So pure. Fear is born as you approach, for it is the home of The Old Gods. The Ancients.
I was a kid when I went there. Daggercap Bay was the first place I saw and the first place where we installed our tents. My parents' love grew in that place full of adventure, where they had to battle or bribe the frost trolls for a moment of peace. We loved Northrend. Every single albatros managed to catch a piece of my soul and drop it on the undiscovered places, beyond the relative safety of out camp and I grew more curious about them.
Everything changed when the nerubians came. Surely one of the troll beasts told them while being tortured, I don't want to know or imagine why those spiders came. Mostly because they are ugly. They chased us. My mother fell and broke her leg. She said something like "Continue!". No time for kind words or other weaknesses. Fortunately, we did not see her death, we just kept on running. My father always thought she was still alive, somewhere; that the Nerubians did not kill her and she managed to escape. I think like my father too, when I hail the sun and flowers talk with me.
Read a book about the magic behind love. Interesting.
Kotaiso and Velice will get married soon. I should give them a wedding gift.
Talked with one of my noble friends of the Stormwind court. He said he was fine and that the court was full of Slaves of the Invisible Hand. My poor friend was depressed and was followed by a cloud of alcohol smell. I suspect a suicide will be announced soon.
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Post by Asen on Dec 23, 2007 23:03:38 GMT -5
As time passes by I dance eternally in the energy flux of the Nether. Forgotten Gods, lovers united and old mages, everything is shown to me in these golden shifting sands of power and space.
My comrades are so violent. Still, I have so much fun with their little fights and their seemingly complicated lives. A small garden in my soul has grown for the Indelibles: they are my blood comrades above all.
The fireplace is black and abandoned now. Its fire is outside, in the landscape of Summer, where wild animals dwell and hunt, where virgins open their arms and offer their honey to the wanderer.
Old Gods, we have a love-hate relation I would like to finally paint in an absolute color.
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Post by Asen on Dec 25, 2007 16:20:24 GMT -5
Received a beautiful pencil as a gift. I also bought myself a Begros' book of short stories. The style of Begros is an interesting one, while it falls into a marvelous fantastic cathegory, it does not over-use the "I do not care" sensation in his characters, in contrast with most of the Stormwind writers nowadays.
Velice left the guild. A true shame, she left because of some fights between his brother Rakzuel and Kotaiso. While I miss her presence and delicious dishes, a phrase strikes my mind as an iron club: "Every man for himself". Everyone knows what he is doing, so I do not have to worry too much. This phrase was not that strong back in the days when nations were united and proud.
Thoughts about how serious a man should be. I am not serious when I am at the Guild Hall, for example. I find drops of fun acting as a fool, mainly because I know sad truths which are so big that I just ignore them, just as a woman who is ignored by her husband after years of boring marriage.
Have to bake a cake with Rakzuel one of these days. I just have to find the right recipe.
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Post by Asen on Jan 10, 2008 10:52:00 GMT -5
Gnomeregan has been cleared. There are still thousands, if not millions, of troggs and irradiated gnomes in the mechanical city. The city reminds me of an old saying: "Symmetry is a portal for demons". Technique and Machines require symmetry. In the end, the Gnomish eternal lust for creating new artifacts brought them the demons they were looking for.
Kotaiso murdered a comrade, Lebryn, whose mangled corpse was found in the middle of the guild hall, covered by cold eyes. We are going to bury him in Goldshire.
Murder is unacceptable. Norier will come with me and we will try to talk with our lost comrade before we decide to take justice by our own hands.
As I watch the cosmic dance, of creation and destruction, my mind is blasted away. Happiness is still here, though, living in those pretty blue eyes of yours.
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Post by Asen on Jan 11, 2008 23:11:00 GMT -5
I feel the call. I need to heed it and act serious, as heroes do.
A man cannot betray a comrade. Never. Lebryn was mutilated and things will be different from now on.
I was a fool. Forgive me, father. Forgive me, non-existent flower.
One of these days... I will cut you into little pieces.
Luel and Venged deserve a place in my new journal. They are great men.
The Black Sun will blaze over the corrupted. Over the golems.
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Post by Asen on Jan 23, 2008 13:10:32 GMT -5
Visited many places. Medivh's Tower and the Dark Portal. From my stone lair I ask, who built the Last Guardian's tower?
Written words lack the magic spoken ones have. Maybe that is why I never seem to like my writings that much.
A noble has died with his family. There will be no funeral, since the bodies were found frozen and should be left there, as the suicidal note said. Why does destiny leave for us this legacy of loneliness.
I wonder about Sturm's fate. Maybe his name is another one now.
Tired of writing.
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Post by Asen on Feb 1, 2008 8:30:40 GMT -5
Feeling stronger but still an eternal student. Man never stops learning, morphing into higher forms. Concentration on your Self's desires and callings is necessary if you want to achieve what destiny has left for you.
Explored the Maraudon area with Akalladin. The beasts were born from nightmare, that is for sure. Luck was present, though, and we managed to survive and help the Centaur Pariah. If the centaur tribes unite, the Alliance will have to grow stronger or die, as an old kodo would. Hopes live on the chance that it will grow stronger, and if it does, then helping the Pariah was a great choice.
Will visit a friend and play my lute there.
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Post by Asen on Feb 6, 2008 20:35:27 GMT -5
A cure for blindness. Interesting challenge.
Visited the Place. Could not find anything about it. Seems like most great masters do not mind being blind.
A pulse dances softly in my Self. I cannot see how to make it stop...
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Post by Asen on Feb 21, 2008 1:33:19 GMT -5
People who speak a lot are meat on the flame. They slowly leave their scents away. A silent walk in the park is much better for me than a drunken conversation over futile matters...
Thoughts. If men and women finally embrace the earth's marvels and become one with her, losing their will and opportunities to break the eternal cycle, then... Why perfection is found in the rush of a river or the songs of the wind? Is it a trap? Is it that our true destiny is to merge with the world, this beautiful prison? I feel that nature itself is an echo of the higher flame that is inside everything. In the end, those weak of spirit will perish inside the great flame. Those who are strong will find a way to find the ultimate difference, thus obtaining the eternal joy(?).
I need to clean and clear these thoughts.
Polearms are far more heroic than a simple and barbaric axe.
Dignity and solitude. The gain of my fortitude.
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Post by Asen on Mar 30, 2008 1:26:43 GMT -5
Busy.
Outland is hell itself. A beautiful hell.
Yet I believe I have left part of myself in Azeroth. The people are still hungry, alone and severed from their ancestral lands, while we fight for old expeditions and protect the whole world.
The landscape as we appreciate it is... Completely doomed to eternal war and brutality.
Heard about arcane-tinkers. Interesting, to say the least.
The guild hall is still my home, my documents and important things are there. An invisible hand is pulling me towards other places, though. I am tired of the silent walls, the dark faces and unfriendly words. Holy world, you are a friend of mine.
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Post by Asen on Apr 12, 2008 2:30:41 GMT -5
Ah, frustration. I have managed to overcome it in part...
Yet I feel I should do something. I do not know if I want to do it, though.
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Post by Asen on Apr 21, 2008 16:57:49 GMT -5
Arranged a special event with my comrade Gardawer. Oh, the old times...
Fixed my lute.
I am feeding my stomach too much... Need action.
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Post by Asen on May 15, 2008 21:02:28 GMT -5
Had a meeting with some old friends. The wine was excellent, we really enjoyed those childhood memories.
The last number of "The City of Kings" has reached my hands. Pretty interesting articles about unusual ways to channel Holy Energy. Sun Paladins were briefly mentioned as well.
I am fed up with so much movement in my life. Maybe settle down and write my poems forever? That would be a coward's attitude, though.
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Post by Asen on May 25, 2008 21:50:49 GMT -5
Travel. It is always so shiny, full of hopes and ideas... Yet everything has its strange side. A side that is composed by crying mothers, eyes of nostalgia and abandoned houses.
I do not know where I will go. I will just follow my heart's desires... My spirit has been vibrating in a single way for too long, it hungers for new spaces, the metallic clarity born in the mornings of solitude.
"You are Truth and love You are A reflection of the sun"
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Post by Asen on Jul 16, 2008 3:52:36 GMT -5
Energy! Will! Power! Fortitude! Beauty!
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