AUTHOR: bloodywyrmcrusher2
TITLE: Entry for June 02, 2010
DATE: 02/06/2010 13:07:00
STATUS: publish
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TITLE: Entry for June 02, 2010
DATE: 02/06/2010 13:07:00
STATUS: publish
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And so it begins...
Oh, I´m deeply sorry to not have welcomed you as is proper, but sadly, much has happened and few is the time I have to remember the old traditions of yore...
So, allow me to welcome you once again into this fair city of Nightsky, remember to have hope, but not much, as it may hurt some of the locals, and remember to have some despair, but only some, we need not more souls moaning around...
If you have noticed, some time has passed since the last time, I personally review and welcomed the fresh... fresh??? ... members of our lovely community, but that is a history for later, 'cause the reason that made me come so fast and furious... well, less furious than fast, as anyone who doesn't breakfast properly, one may get moody...
Anyway, I was, as usual, heading to the lowest level on my house, the mayor's manor, in my fair city, the basement, the place were I consume me early breakfast, a lovely place, tons of candles. As I swiftly chanted the words, four green eerie lights in the corners lighten up the room, illuminating with a toxic green light, (They were a welcome present form when I get here the first time, there are called "wiil-o-wisps" I think, no need to throw them away though...) better that the dinning room, wit a small balcony and tons of windows... that place is really depressing...
Continuing with my story, as I was just holding back my breakfast, and squeezing the juice out of it, the thing started to yell and bit me.
As I was saying, just a few moments after the usual breakfast's crack, a smoke of some black gray color and a dense smell like copper, appeared before me, and when it dissipated, there, as pale as usual, and as thin as always, standing in front of me was Ferion, the strange young looking boy that's the assistant’s assistant. As quickly as a drop of liquor, or a tear of blood, he grab me by my wrist and pulled, I could easily escape his lady like grab, but at that moment, the only thing he say was “we have no time, the problems are only beginning”, and I thought, Shit, what? beginning? We have enough with the electricity union, that stills make every single day some moaning, and try to grab everyone around the walls, to take them to the sunken into the abyss of their central office.
So, off we go, not even took my hat, the mayor’s hat and my…. well… tie…. rope, well you know, the thing that comes with the uniform.
We crossed over the silverbridge, paying the toll to the pumpkin thrower , and get right into elm street, cause St. Elmo was still on repair after the fire, and college street was still closed, so, with not a lot of options…
When we reached the mayor’s office right in midtown, well, nothing, besides the usual union workers moaning around and across the walls, and the guys from the Order, sorry? What’s the order? Well, those guys like Ferion that do the…things… that, they do… so…. That’s what they do…
The point was, that as fast as we reached the office, he climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor, and as a lightning in an autumn thunderous night, he dropped a paper just over the desk, were the dim lights, faintly illuminated a sort of conundrums, written in an old and rugged papyrus, when ancient curses of forgotten times were written, then with a quick apology, he switch the papers and showed me a common bond paper letter sized page, that the handwriting of an unknown master, proudly confesses in his drawings:
“Me encuentro aquí esta obscura noche de septiembre, pensando, pensando profundamente, se que la respuesta esta enfrente de mi, pero aún se escapa de mi alcance, pero no por mucho tiempo, solo y nada mas, el suficiente.... temo sea demasiado.
Las letras que estoy a punto de plasmar aquí, no son debido al dudar de mi poder y capacidad, ya que me he probado a mi mismo, y pronto le probare a todos, mis hermanos, mis maestros, a todo el clan, e incluso a mi señor, en el infierno mismo, de lo que soy capaz...
Plasmo estas letras, por que si fallo en conseguir lo que estoy buscando, el mundo completo no tendrá lugar en el universo, así que seré breve y franco, por que todo tiene un tiempo, y el mío vendrá pronto
Mi nombre no importa, aunque si se requiere que sea invocado en futuros momentos, pueden llamarme John Demeter, que es el nombre mortal por el cual se me conoce, soy miembro del clan de los hechiceros Pristi Tercerum Circulae Banni Tremere, soy relativamente joven con respecto a mis hermanos, y relativamente mucho mas poderoso, afirmo esto, por que después de los caminos y sendas que he recorrido, veo que el poder solo es una mera reflexión de la carencia y la habilidad para obtener algo, y he convivido con seres capaces de alterar la creación desde su más mínimo fragmento.
Mi historia comienza hace casi 100 años, omitiré la trillada historia del hijo de buena familia secuestrado por desconocidos, operado por sus órganos y después vendido como servidumbre, adoptado por un importante hombre rico, con grandes planes... y múltiples secretos, por alguna razón parecida a la lástima decidió que el niño podría educarse y le enseño, encerrado en un ático, ajeno al mundo, debido a su débil cuerpo. Leyó cada libro y cada idea que se le presentaba, con la singular habilidad de repetirla y entenderla hasta en el mínimo detalle.”
Suddenly as I continue reading, and raising my eyes noticing the pale white color of Ferion, I was almost in shock, all my years, all my thoughts and al my experiences, never before have prepared me for this, faintly I pronounce the syllables that I would never understand, then thought to myself...“Shit, I need to learn Spanish”…
“Keep walking until you no longer see the moonlight, then you have reached Nightsky"
