The Seven-Fold Star
Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 2:42 am
It seems like a lifetime ago, when the path was undertaken first and the path was a straight line. It went from East to West and it never retraced its steps. A place was seen, a wisdom was learned and a traveller moved on. No tethers to bind, no bonds to hold.
The tether was found and it was the untamed Sword Coast. A traveller moved on and a traveller was called back again and again. A traveller understood the seven-fold star he foresaw in the night's sky before coming here. He would be pulled to this place yet again and again, and his trail is that of a seven-fold star. Long has he studied the meaning behind the symbols and they all differ. It is an old symbol to the serpent of wisdom in ancient lore. Wisdom remaining unlearned could be a reason for coming back, but...
The shaman ponders. He recalls the events. He tries. But his mind is filled with visions of familiar faces. Of friends and words yet unsaid between them. Of foes and grudges yet unsettled. Of strangers who would yet be other than strange.
The shaman smiles as he stands on the bow of a large vessel. The waves a soothing tune as they speak of all which had transpired on the coast in the long absence. He smiles faintly as the ship sails towards a familiar dock.
The tether was found and it was the untamed Sword Coast. A traveller moved on and a traveller was called back again and again. A traveller understood the seven-fold star he foresaw in the night's sky before coming here. He would be pulled to this place yet again and again, and his trail is that of a seven-fold star. Long has he studied the meaning behind the symbols and they all differ. It is an old symbol to the serpent of wisdom in ancient lore. Wisdom remaining unlearned could be a reason for coming back, but...
The shaman ponders. He recalls the events. He tries. But his mind is filled with visions of familiar faces. Of friends and words yet unsaid between them. Of foes and grudges yet unsettled. Of strangers who would yet be other than strange.
The shaman smiles as he stands on the bow of a large vessel. The waves a soothing tune as they speak of all which had transpired on the coast in the long absence. He smiles faintly as the ship sails towards a familiar dock.