Old Joy
Apr23

Old Joy

(21 Olaesta 5115; Ta’Illistim) She had lost track of how much time passed since the Lord Admiral had entrusted his song to her. Truthfully, it was his sister’s song, she had learned. But she heard him sing it first, and it had impressed with his voice in her memory. The song, “The Loss of My Heart” by Siralina Machtes Ashrim, was a beautiful, passionate piece the bardess had first heard under the Old Oak in the...

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The Fate of The First Worlde
Feb16

The Fate of The First Worlde

(Outside of time, Squire Bluffs) Once upon a time, in a place very far away, there came a magical time and place – the First Worlde of Elanthia, (OOC: GemStone ][). Populated by heroes bigger than life and then by the terrible creatures that plagued them, the little hamlet of Squire Bluffs sat apart and safe from a collapsing world around them. The citizens of the First Worlde were brave pioneers. Bardic magic had not been...

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Only Love For Me
Jan17

Only Love For Me

(Somewhen in the past of Squire Bluffs) by SongMaker Lightclad   Reflections and promises Of an endless love to be, standing through time and all eternity. I feel him here… Deep in my heart… standing tall… sharing all…. The only Love for me. And in his eyes I see, The promise of eternity, beckoning me close to him to share a destiny. And when I’m at his side, peace and love with us abide, the stars...

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The Scroll of Memories
Jan06

The Scroll of Memories

(Squire Bluffs, Some-when in a distant past) Not exactly a story, but a work in progress of the people of Squire Bluffs. Do not take offense if I have left off your name, because GemStone II, The First Worlde, was 20-plus years ago. I invite you to add anyone I have overlooked in a comment, please. Likewise, please take no offense if there is no phrase next to your name, my grey matter only held on to so much… When Luxelle was...

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An Old Journal Page
Jan05

An Old Journal Page

(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. …...

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When He Smiles
Dec28

When He Smiles

(Before recorded time – at Squire Bluffs in the First Worlde) Backstory: There’s nothing like youth and young love, right? Stars in your eyes, head over heels crushed on someone. On the road to the Old Swamp, just before the turn off to the Lost Road that once led to the Lost Castle (literally, it was … gone, lost), there gathered a small group of people. The young priestess hopefully sang this song. She was so shy...

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What She Heard
Oct11

What She Heard

(11 Jastatos 5114: Wehnimer’s Landing) I awoke to warnings that the town was not safe. I remained indoors at Helga’s, hoping that it would prove to be safe. Helga was unflappable. She was more concerned about her stew and her glasses. I guess she has seen many things in her life. Me – I was not feeling that same calmness at all. But I took my cue from her and composed my face with a deep breath. I drew my instrument up to...

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The Old Man
Sep15

The Old Man

The old man had various homes in the First Worlde, but finally, he wandered out into the woods past the Roper Pool, way out in the forest, and made his home in a tree. There he sat in a rocker with his cat. The dull trolls in the forest could not climb trees, and almost everyone left him alone there because of it. He would tell you stories. Here is one of them: “A story? Hmmm, let’s see. Say, who sits on the Council of...

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Lost to the Dark
Sep14

Lost to the Dark

(Somewhen … Squire Bluffs) “Must you go?”, she asks, her eyes speaking more than the words could say. He nods, and turns to leave. Glancing back over his shoulder he looks her in the eyes and moves his hands ever so slightly. With a haunted look in his eyes, almost pleading, his image fades in front of her and he is gone. Now she can weep.   With twinkling eyes he smiles and speaks. I listen, or appear to be,...

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