I can hear her shrieking aloft. No doubt one of the serving folk will be getting a lashing from tongue or worse. There are a few moments where it may be safe to search for the grains of truth. Since returning from the tavern last eve my mind has been trying to piece flimsy wisps of memories, half forgotten stories and myths, fragments of conversations whose sounds have long since faded as have their echoes. If I am to find an answer anywhere it will be in my sister Valura's archives. She writes everything down, from the most important histories to the most deranged witterings of her febrile mind. I know better than to ask her directly. Paranoia and distrust are her constant companions. If she knows she will only tell me through her old notes and scribblings.
The books are mismatched, leather bound, faded, some sealed with wax that looks so much like dried blood others are locked tight with crusted, metal locks. Some have loose pages stuffed inside, extra notes, incantations and half thoughts. The people in the tavern had spoken of a place once called Valoria. Northward of Minoc, a village of old. The folk who live there now whisper its name only quietly. They have forgotten much. There surely will be mention of it somewhere in this mass of parchment.
I pause momentarily, my heartbeats deafen me and panic me as I can now hear her voice no more. If she should find me here it will go ill for me. Blood may be thicker than water but she would think nothing of reminding me of how much pain she can inflict.
Waiting..there..her voice once more..far away in the distant wing of the tower. I breathe easier and search rapidly with my frightened, focussed eyes. There..towards the back, a blue hide bound tome "From whence came Valoria". I reach up, dislodging the dust of travel and time and take the book but when I open its covers the pages buckled and ruined, the travels on the oceans have erased the knowledge held within. I will continue to seek what has been lost but now I will have to look elsewhere.
Vesta Stretch
*OOC - Whilst sitting at the Sword and Shovel last night Valoria, the player run town, was mentioned. No one there could remember its origins or background. Can anyone here help fill in the blanks? I have been wracking my brains all day!*
The books are mismatched, leather bound, faded, some sealed with wax that looks so much like dried blood others are locked tight with crusted, metal locks. Some have loose pages stuffed inside, extra notes, incantations and half thoughts. The people in the tavern had spoken of a place once called Valoria. Northward of Minoc, a village of old. The folk who live there now whisper its name only quietly. They have forgotten much. There surely will be mention of it somewhere in this mass of parchment.
I pause momentarily, my heartbeats deafen me and panic me as I can now hear her voice no more. If she should find me here it will go ill for me. Blood may be thicker than water but she would think nothing of reminding me of how much pain she can inflict.
Waiting..there..her voice once more..far away in the distant wing of the tower. I breathe easier and search rapidly with my frightened, focussed eyes. There..towards the back, a blue hide bound tome "From whence came Valoria". I reach up, dislodging the dust of travel and time and take the book but when I open its covers the pages buckled and ruined, the travels on the oceans have erased the knowledge held within. I will continue to seek what has been lost but now I will have to look elsewhere.
Vesta Stretch
*OOC - Whilst sitting at the Sword and Shovel last night Valoria, the player run town, was mentioned. No one there could remember its origins or background. Can anyone here help fill in the blanks? I have been wracking my brains all day!*