Nuvali
11-04-2000, 11:30 AM
Old Friends, Comrades,
As lady winter saunters towards us, and her crisp breath touches my mouth with a taste of coming storms, a daunting realization settles in. Alas, so far as I can tell, their are no mules on these isles. Granted, I have explored much terrain, only to be chased away by orga, abused by noths, and cooked by mysterious fire.
Needless to say, my only success during my mission, was discovering how inadequately-sized my scotch flask is.
Learning comes much slower now, as my aging faculties tend to no longer grasp more difficult lessons. Although I assume the constant pickling of my brain does little good to assist my studies, a good malt can often provide a subtle clarity of position that otherwise would go missed by a sober state.
Despite the fact that there were several reasons I left Silver Drakes (most of which need little clarification), it was a singular moment of consciousness that stirred my obsession to seek out that which might help me leave these islands. I am speaking of a dream I had months ago. A dream about a man who had no name, but whom called himself a Traveller. This "Traveller" spoke of distant lands--different worlds--whereby he could assist my passage to.
Unfortunately, this man has not returned to me in neither sleep nor waking state, and I have conceded that he will probably remain dormant, as merely a phantom in a corner of my mind. Fanciful...yes. A dream, no more...or less.
Now, different winds beckon me. Since the inception of Winds of Dawn, I have quietly come here often, to read and listen to most of what you have all said. I am impressed, my friends, by the comraderie, determination, and organization that you have all embraced. Your work--all of you--is exemplary to the noblest core.
It would be unfair of me to seek membership in your clan, at this time. Unfortunately, reading books in the library seems to suit my tired mind more than swinging a blade. Nevertheless, it is my hope that one day you will find me worthy enough to join your ranks, and that I might assist in your ventures at your call.
May Gaia expedite your search for truth, and ever-kindly whisper the Winds of Dawn,
Nuvali
As lady winter saunters towards us, and her crisp breath touches my mouth with a taste of coming storms, a daunting realization settles in. Alas, so far as I can tell, their are no mules on these isles. Granted, I have explored much terrain, only to be chased away by orga, abused by noths, and cooked by mysterious fire.
Needless to say, my only success during my mission, was discovering how inadequately-sized my scotch flask is.
Learning comes much slower now, as my aging faculties tend to no longer grasp more difficult lessons. Although I assume the constant pickling of my brain does little good to assist my studies, a good malt can often provide a subtle clarity of position that otherwise would go missed by a sober state.
Despite the fact that there were several reasons I left Silver Drakes (most of which need little clarification), it was a singular moment of consciousness that stirred my obsession to seek out that which might help me leave these islands. I am speaking of a dream I had months ago. A dream about a man who had no name, but whom called himself a Traveller. This "Traveller" spoke of distant lands--different worlds--whereby he could assist my passage to.
Unfortunately, this man has not returned to me in neither sleep nor waking state, and I have conceded that he will probably remain dormant, as merely a phantom in a corner of my mind. Fanciful...yes. A dream, no more...or less.
Now, different winds beckon me. Since the inception of Winds of Dawn, I have quietly come here often, to read and listen to most of what you have all said. I am impressed, my friends, by the comraderie, determination, and organization that you have all embraced. Your work--all of you--is exemplary to the noblest core.
It would be unfair of me to seek membership in your clan, at this time. Unfortunately, reading books in the library seems to suit my tired mind more than swinging a blade. Nevertheless, it is my hope that one day you will find me worthy enough to join your ranks, and that I might assist in your ventures at your call.
May Gaia expedite your search for truth, and ever-kindly whisper the Winds of Dawn,
Nuvali