50th of Spring, 466 AV
Ruins of Nial, Afternoon
A tick of the clock, a ring of another bell passing, such things were important to those who cared for the passage of time. It was an all consuming concept, a thing that could not be ignored. It was the great dictator of the world as they knew it, the father of all things, the bringer of life and death. For ever tick that passed by another chance, a moment, was lost to the void, never to be seen again. it was a gloomy, wretched thought that would haunt many of the mortals in this world. For those who lived not by the clock though, it was just an amusing fantasy, for how ridiculous must it be to live by the second when there is no end in site for centuries to come.
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In a strange twist of that force known as Fate, the child that would seek to sever all ties with this godly entity found herself once more enraptured by his powerful hands at work. Pressed upon her was this urge to move, to travel and seek for... Something that she held not in her possession. What was this? Some item or trinket? A thought of knowledge or lust for power? She could never be certain, never certain of anything but of that longing she felt within her. That longing and a burning hatred for he that would control her destiny.
Thus she walked now, among ruins long since begun their collection of dust, eyes looking but not really seeing that which was around her. She was cloaked and hooded, the darkness hiding her face, while in hand she carried an intricately carved staff. She almost seemed to wander, taking no heed of when or where she was, or bothering to look up from her path save to spy an interest or two.
"Once more I find myself in some wretched place along some unknown path to who knows where... Such is the life I have reaped it seems, though surely I deserve better." She mumbled to herself, picking her way through the debris and scattered remains of houses, "Yet still it seems I shall not find peace just yet... No, still far too much to be done. Too much to..." She frowned and paused, looking up at the afternoon sky, a scowl upon her lips, "Much to do, yet somehow I know not what I SHOULD do. Tis a shame... I suspect that there is a path for me, somewhere hence, yet find it I cannot. Now then what to do..."
Evalin looked back the way she had come and snorted, "Never again shall I return to that horrid place. The trees were too high, the creatures too big, and the apes far too ignorant of their own futility. Let them burn in the fires created by me when the world is reborn anew."
She nodded and looked forward once more, stepping to keep pace as she had before.
Ruins of Nial, Afternoon
A tick of the clock, a ring of another bell passing, such things were important to those who cared for the passage of time. It was an all consuming concept, a thing that could not be ignored. It was the great dictator of the world as they knew it, the father of all things, the bringer of life and death. For ever tick that passed by another chance, a moment, was lost to the void, never to be seen again. it was a gloomy, wretched thought that would haunt many of the mortals in this world. For those who lived not by the clock though, it was just an amusing fantasy, for how ridiculous must it be to live by the second when there is no end in site for centuries to come.
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In a strange twist of that force known as Fate, the child that would seek to sever all ties with this godly entity found herself once more enraptured by his powerful hands at work. Pressed upon her was this urge to move, to travel and seek for... Something that she held not in her possession. What was this? Some item or trinket? A thought of knowledge or lust for power? She could never be certain, never certain of anything but of that longing she felt within her. That longing and a burning hatred for he that would control her destiny.
Thus she walked now, among ruins long since begun their collection of dust, eyes looking but not really seeing that which was around her. She was cloaked and hooded, the darkness hiding her face, while in hand she carried an intricately carved staff. She almost seemed to wander, taking no heed of when or where she was, or bothering to look up from her path save to spy an interest or two.
"Once more I find myself in some wretched place along some unknown path to who knows where... Such is the life I have reaped it seems, though surely I deserve better." She mumbled to herself, picking her way through the debris and scattered remains of houses, "Yet still it seems I shall not find peace just yet... No, still far too much to be done. Too much to..." She frowned and paused, looking up at the afternoon sky, a scowl upon her lips, "Much to do, yet somehow I know not what I SHOULD do. Tis a shame... I suspect that there is a path for me, somewhere hence, yet find it I cannot. Now then what to do..."
Evalin looked back the way she had come and snorted, "Never again shall I return to that horrid place. The trees were too high, the creatures too big, and the apes far too ignorant of their own futility. Let them burn in the fires created by me when the world is reborn anew."
She nodded and looked forward once more, stepping to keep pace as she had before.