(A page out of a very old journal from Squire Bluffs, undated … there was, as yet, no reason to count time…)
When I was young, the world was young.
We feared Swamp Giants,
… and people were injured even by the orcs.
There was only one level of the dungeons.
The castle was not yet lost,
… And you could still fall off the bridge there!
Vicious Cave Trolls killed the hapless;
those doomed to wander.
… Lost in the maze of caverns under the Hanging Inn.
When I was young, the world was fair.
And the citizens wise.
… and people actually stopped to listen, to help.
When I was young, the world was young.
And I gave away my heart.
… to the land, to the people, and to Merlin.
When I grew up, the world was in pain;
He was lost to a valiant quest,
… and I threw myself into building a Guild.
And when I aged, the world had aged.
We feared nothing in those bright, early days,
… but we should have. We should have.
… from the journal of Luxelle, Priestess to the Goddess