((This is a contribuition to recently introduced Royal Archivist program. I couldn't find a way to post this in Community contributions @ http://europa.uoem.net/europa-history-posts/ so figured I'd put it here instead.
Read more about the program@ http://europa.uoem.net/royal-archivists-introduction/))
*Regardless of how..captivating one might find this touch long-winded attempt at cultural anthropology, the handwriting on this series of parchments is guaranteed to make all of it a very tedious read; clearly burden of years weighs heavy on trembling hand holding the feathered pen.*
It has been well over a tenday since The Royal Archive send out a call for adventurers,warriors,explorers, daemon slaying heroes to share their experiences, written accounts. My sack of bones is at least few decades too old for such ventures. Thusly, it feels valid to wonder wether my voice is fit for answering such call. If reader expects lively first hand account of some great adventure long gone and half forgotten, he or she is surely in for a disappointment; I never was much of a warrior even during my younger days. Neither would I insult the reader by painting in false colors of a tale or lie, for imaginary plays and works of fiction only invoke contempt in me.
Despite all this,I heard the call. I felt familiar draw in hand still fit for holding a feathered pen. As this account is being written, it is done with hope some of the readers will agree when I claim pursue of knowledge can be the greatest adventure of them all. Understanding, knowing what initially appears incomprehensible and unknown offers treasure in quantities that no treasure hunt more literal in nature could ever provide.
For three decades now, I have devoted myself, rather fully, to attempts at understanding the proud warrior culture of Juka. Ever since they got cast through time and space to those of our own, I have looked upon them and seen a fascinating mystery. I have seen a source of spiritual enlightenment. Through them, I have seen means to understand ourselves and Britannian culture as a whole little better. I have read and written of them. I have studied first and second hand accounts by valiant Briatannian warriors who fought them in swamps of Yew all those years ago. I had a brief opportunity to expose myself to their culture in Ilshenar - a trip that cost me my health but gave so much in turn that in hindsight, I declare it a fair trade. I have had the privilege to admire their highly sophisticated craftsmanship. Their works of sewing, forging, carpentry and most of all, bowcraft produced works of efficiency and art that easily rival creations of our own culture. Near Umbra, I sacrificed wealth and fortune of my family to build not a museum but rather, a display in their honor.
Surely reader will by now understand it is of Jukan lore that I intend to craft my attempt at expanding the wealth of knowledge available in Royal Archive. Yet, moment we truly begin must wait for another day. Sad thing to notice how I have grown so old I've forgotten time when I could just write the night away. Truly, when even a feathered pen begins to feel like a burden to wield, is it not sign of years weighing heavily indeed?
Umbra, fourteenth of January 2014
Stradlin Rewinar
Read more about the program@ http://europa.uoem.net/royal-archivists-introduction/))
*Regardless of how..captivating one might find this touch long-winded attempt at cultural anthropology, the handwriting on this series of parchments is guaranteed to make all of it a very tedious read; clearly burden of years weighs heavy on trembling hand holding the feathered pen.*
It has been well over a tenday since The Royal Archive send out a call for adventurers,warriors,explorers, daemon slaying heroes to share their experiences, written accounts. My sack of bones is at least few decades too old for such ventures. Thusly, it feels valid to wonder wether my voice is fit for answering such call. If reader expects lively first hand account of some great adventure long gone and half forgotten, he or she is surely in for a disappointment; I never was much of a warrior even during my younger days. Neither would I insult the reader by painting in false colors of a tale or lie, for imaginary plays and works of fiction only invoke contempt in me.
Despite all this,I heard the call. I felt familiar draw in hand still fit for holding a feathered pen. As this account is being written, it is done with hope some of the readers will agree when I claim pursue of knowledge can be the greatest adventure of them all. Understanding, knowing what initially appears incomprehensible and unknown offers treasure in quantities that no treasure hunt more literal in nature could ever provide.
For three decades now, I have devoted myself, rather fully, to attempts at understanding the proud warrior culture of Juka. Ever since they got cast through time and space to those of our own, I have looked upon them and seen a fascinating mystery. I have seen a source of spiritual enlightenment. Through them, I have seen means to understand ourselves and Britannian culture as a whole little better. I have read and written of them. I have studied first and second hand accounts by valiant Briatannian warriors who fought them in swamps of Yew all those years ago. I had a brief opportunity to expose myself to their culture in Ilshenar - a trip that cost me my health but gave so much in turn that in hindsight, I declare it a fair trade. I have had the privilege to admire their highly sophisticated craftsmanship. Their works of sewing, forging, carpentry and most of all, bowcraft produced works of efficiency and art that easily rival creations of our own culture. Near Umbra, I sacrificed wealth and fortune of my family to build not a museum but rather, a display in their honor.
Surely reader will by now understand it is of Jukan lore that I intend to craft my attempt at expanding the wealth of knowledge available in Royal Archive. Yet, moment we truly begin must wait for another day. Sad thing to notice how I have grown so old I've forgotten time when I could just write the night away. Truly, when even a feathered pen begins to feel like a burden to wield, is it not sign of years weighing heavily indeed?
Umbra, fourteenth of January 2014
Stradlin Rewinar
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