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The Observer:
It started with a tarot card reading.
A simple thing really, that warped into a terrible nightmare. A creature that normally seeks to corrupt and undo, just watched. Waited. Observed, taking a singular card from the tarot deck used for her frequent divinations in trade for something sinister. A ruby.
Thinking herself clever the bardess, as she waited for the call for discovery and research, moved the gifted ruby to various locations. She kept it secret.
During long nights after she tended camp near each new location, she would read aloud to the gem, an uncomfortable knowing of the stolen card and its meaning. She focused on books of various tales and wonders. Stories of love, secrets, betrayal, death, . . .hope. When reading materials turned sparce, she spoke her prayers and sang songs of her people in sweet dedication to the moon. The routine went on for nearly 8 cycles. It had become habitual, the guard of the ruby, the constant shuffle of keeping it in different locations becoming familiar, welcomed. The road provides.
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The Tower tarot card represents sudden upheaval, destruction of established structures, and a painful but necessary catalyst for growth and transformation. While it often indicates chaotic events, its core meaning is the destruction of false beliefs, ego, and old patterns to make way for truth, freedom, and a chance for a fresh start.
Eventually, something came looking.
Her heart sank as the words left Natalie's lips, the color draining from her features.
Natalie spoke clear and plain about what she saw, unknowing of the greater implications.
The woman reported what she saw in the hills, something that the whole group would eventually come to witness with their own eyes.
Strange gatherings of mist hung heavy in the air. It stung the senses as they drew closer, something disturbing the mists. The air around the place was thick with evil, hatred and chaos. As the mists shifted, red lights pierced creating a malevolent torchlight. The rattling of chains was heard. The ground was littered with holes, like someone had been stabbing the terrain like a madman with a giant set of poles. They littered the entire hillside. The beautiful landscape was in tatters, the stone remained untouched. Still hidden.
With new presence in the hillside, abyssal terrors, equally fast as they were terrible rushed the adventurers. They were clearly after the gem. Draudnu. Obyrith demons created by the False Mother. Their purpose found in the express objective of destroying all life that isn't theirs. No matter the cost.

The fight that came after left the land bloodied and burned. The group fought with every bit of effort and practiced coordination that only comes from years of serving alongside familiar bodies and blades.
The gem was smashed with an adamantine hammer, a simple antagonization. Destroy the object of their desire.
The gem hid a secret.
As the hammer moved to strike the gem, all turned to darkness.
Then, came the streams of psychedelic lights arcing through the mists.
Within the darkness, something caught hold of the hammer's head as it fell once more.
A red light beyond the hammer's head - a vastly oversized insectoid eye. Wagon-sized claw clutched unto the hammer, holding it static as it rose to full height.
Blackened pustules bulged along it's core being, the subtle leakage of acidic substance slipping through now and then to burn the ground beneath it.
The Gem held a Primordial Draudnu.
After what felt like an endless torrent of battle, each striking the Primordial Demon and its underlings with everything they had, the creatures was bested. The body erupted akin to an unfortunate balloon, it's upmost side exploding forth a deluge of acid to shower it's location of death.
Acid and gore littered the landscape now, the sizzle of dissolvent seeping into the grass was heard over the now gentle breeze that worked its way through the Trielta Hillside. The air now felt less oppressive, easier to breath and the mists slowly began to dissipate.

They all looked at each other, making sure that none were severely injured. Each held an unspoken understanding of what just happened; They should not have been able to best such a creature. They should not be alive. Profound appreciation for living settled on each of their shoulders before they were faced with another wave of terror.

The Sibriex made itself seen.
Upon the topmost sections of the Hills, a great spiral of befouled arcane energies had begun to swirl. As the mists began to scatter, a building sized mass of corpulent and leaking flesh rose - a collection of massive chains dangling beneath it. As it began to hover to the side, two great pestilent and yellow eyes glaring down at the group, the cleft set into it's being that was made up of several fanged maws set into a great malevolent and unified grin.
Some of it's mouths moved, as if speaking.
The group steeled themselves for battle praying to their gods and goddesses for the fortitude to endure and the strength to overcome.
Nightmare turned dream as a vast gate erupted behind the creature and swallowed the monstrosity through to the other side. As it closed, the mists seemed to evaporate utterly - revealing a landscape pockmarked by destruction, bloodshed and acidic burns.
The straggling draudnu and associates were hunted and swiftly put down or sent back to their abyssal domain. The land was once more undisturbed, though perhaps permanently scarred for the experience. The Sibriex remains unharmed, taunting from the shadows as it schemes for demise.
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Day after day tenday come tenday go, Triel's farmers train and at some point a grumbling was heard among a few, "We train and train when are we going to put this to use?"

Having heard their discontent Thok decided to give them a trial, the tallest mountain in the area was chosen and there they would have to climb with packs filled with stone and polearm at hand foraging according to Michael's teachings to stay fed, on the top of the mountain they would have to aquire a specific sort of small white flower each before they could return.

Defending eachother and leaving no one behind, failure means at best more training and at worst death.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Triel: To Ring Out Another Year; A Birthday Blast ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Image Early is the day and Eberc greets the sunrise before its reminding warmth arises over the treetops.
The busy-body seems exceptionally excited, burbling with great energy as he hurriedly packs his items for a departure from this now-arisen village.

Leaving this little settlement, the morning sun is met with initial autumnal haze as a faint mist clings to the dewy, chilled landscape.
He breathes in the chill of the changing seasonal air and quietly exits the settlement.
Man and machine leave, creator to mosey forth while construct tows a two-wheeled rickshaw behind it.
The wagon wheels bump and bustle against the stones a wagon now weighed down by two great masses of working metal - being a pair of anvils.

His retreat is perfectly timed as the sun ascends higher in the sky, the day to slowly wax into the mid-morning.
Miles from the main settlement and just outside the dotted farmlands, Eberc finds a particular flat space necessary for his personal ritual today.
The wizard-smith, with the help of his construct, unload each anvil from the cart.
One is placed before the other - a pinch of a secret powder sprinkled between these inanimate lumps of steel.

Words of prayer are murmured as he spills a generous trail of a black and grainy substance away from ritual.
He backs many feet away and with a single word of power the magi instructs a flame from his finger.
The mote of magic, a mere cantrip, is enough to alight the trail of smoke-powder.
The acrid scent of sulphur arises in the air as the trail burns quickly towards one anvil over-turned the other.

A resounding explosion rocks the nearby fields.
A great ball of smoke and fire erupts and for a moment a near 200lb. anvil flies high in the air, soaring a great distance some 100ft. over the nearby treeline!
Eberc laughs, joyously, and that enjoyment devolves into a maddening cackle as the iron weight plummets to the earth.

This child of Gond digs the partially-buried anvil out of the ground after the residual smoke clears.
The automaton assists in lugging both iron blocks back into the cart; maker and machine tote along back to the village Triel.
Rumors of such a strange event can be heard on the lips of gossiping townsfolk and farmers;
An eruptive noise and the momentary sight of a unidentified black object that soared up ... only to come right back down.


How strange!
"Another year; another full-turn of ye little but loyal cog, O Gond. I thanketh thee, O Wonderbringer."
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The songtext in this post is an original from me. He doesn’t sing German ingame! And It is over 10 years old and was written when I created and played Tramahstas for the first time. It is written in German, so the original text and way of using words will be kept. Please seek the translation on your own. Imagine that you are listening to a foreign song (which you are) in a language you do not know, but perhaps it caught your interest and you want to research the meaning. What I can tell you in addition, that this song was written for an official execution on the server main city - Daggerfort - It was the first time in action for the spiritsinger and with aim to give the soul of the person save passage into the afterlife. Its a funeral song, a warning and a balad of guidance.
Have fun with it.

Many years passed and I found this piece you can use to "get a feeling" how I imagine or hear the song I wrote could sound.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMDpGDsQK8Y
*There were thoughts behind the forehead of the moonelf with the woodelven blood and the gurrish attire, as he took his geyerlyre.
The guitarr - buziki - banjo - like instrument he plays so dearly and unique, the trielta ears his song first time peek.
He tuned the strings, each of the eight, and looked over the lake up ahead, standing of the landing stage near the little tower in triel singing a song for a dead.

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They say, that art is nothing without the one that names it art.
They say, that a spirit is not the same as ones soul and mind.
They say, that perception and impact are always one and "their" truth.

I heared a voice, that whispers inspiration after inspiration into my ears.
I felt a touch, that I never had thought to meet here where I stay.
I sing in words of foreign words of the gur, that dreams can shatter...

... and yet it is the depth of these words that might need your very own translation. It is my art that I sing. And if you eagerly listens, your heart will find the meaning of the names he carries and the words I sing.



And then, after each of the eight strings wear ready and it seemed as nature and triel would listen already, the elf began to play and to sing, in way he had long not sung or played.*


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Yearning of the fearless

What awaits the one, once fearless in deed?
Dared to dream, stepped ahead, even on bare feet.
Order and law, defied or stood in, now defiled deep.
Longings and dreams, now and forever, in winds scattered indeed.

(Refrain)

“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by the hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”

What was their aim - of the fools, the darer.
Lured by greed, or f’llowed their orders,
Never again shall laughter escape the throat of the wayfarer.
When caught in crime, justice by law, having left the good-deeds borders.

(Refrain)

“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”

Longing for coin or even for revenge? A tomfool sheds tear.
Blinded their gaze, darkend their heart, shadowed even the sun.
The hangman‘s noose tightens, sharp gets the blade, thus more as price paid: their head.
Beware, you, beware. ‘Cause one thing is clear: win and loss are tightly spun.

(Refrain)

“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”

Remember close, keep in your minds lair, what ever might you await.
If you dared such a deed, knocking sounds soon at your door: because punishments are broken laws core trade.

(Refrain)

“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”
Die Sehnsucht des Furchtlosen


Was erwartet jenen, der einst furchtlos gehandelt?
Zu träumen wagte, weiter zu gehen
Recht und Ordnung, die Stirn geboten und nun verschandelt.
Sehnsucht und Träume, fortan für immer, im Winde nun verwehen.


(Refrain)
Strafe folgt auf Vergeh‘n, Gleichklang für Jedermanne
Niemand kann fliehen dem Bande, wenn von rechter Hand ergriffen
Vor zweien immer gleich wir steh‘n, und nun Lauf, nimm deinen Gange
Wie Edelstein unter Fachmanns Hande, immer fein geschliffen.


Was trieb sie an, die Tore, die Macher
Getragen von Gier, gefolgt dem Befehl.
Nie wieder wird entrinnen, der Kehle lauter Lacher
Wenn erfasst nach Tat, verurteilt nach Recht, die dunkel Tat niemals verhehl‘.


(Refrain)
Strafe folgt auf Vergeh‘n, Gleichklang für Jedermanne
Niemand kann fliehen dem Bande, wenn von rechter Hand ergriffen
Vor zweien immer gleich wir steh‘n, und nun Lauf, nimm deinen Gange
Wie Edelstein unter Fachmanns Hande, immer fein geschliffen.


Sehnsucht nach Gold, nach Rache?. Der arme Tropf
Verblendet der Blick, verfinstert das Herz, verdunkelt gar die Sonn‘
Die Schlinge wird enger, geschärft wird die Kling‘, doch mehr: es kostet nun den Kopf.
Hütet euch, hütet euch. Denn eines ganz klar: wie gewonnen, so zeronn‘.


(Refrain)
Strafe folgt auf Vergeh‘n, Gleichklang für Jedermanne
Niemand kann fliehen dem Bande, wenn von rechter Hand ergriffen
Vor zweien immer gleich wir steh‘n, und nun Lauf, nimm deinen Gange
Wie Edelstein unter Fachmanns Hande, immer fein geschliffen.


Bewahret steht‘s euch im Kopfe, was immer wird geschehen.
Wenn zu solchen Taten schreitet an eure Türe klopfe: denn die Strafe folgt dem Vergehen.


(Refrain)
Strafe folgt auf Vergeh‘n, Gleichklang für Jedermanne
Niemand kann fliehen dem Bande, wenn von rechter Hand ergriffen
Vor zweien immer gleich wir steh‘n, und nun Lauf, nimm deinen Gange
Wie Edelstein unter Fachmanns Hande, immer fein geschliffen.



*And then... after all was sung, all was played and all faded again into sounds of triel and nature. Those how had hold and listend with their heart might knew about he sang. And perhaps why he did - looking into the future and foreseeing the many fights close to come*



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~~Not in imitation, but in echo. Not in shadow, but in shimmer.~~

~~Words wound deeper than any weapon known to this world.~~

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