As I've been gone for such a long time and I grow nostalgic for what once was... I am reminded, once again, by the forum herein just how "not" Britannia is and how it is sharply in contrast to the technology of the day - how much this venerable world stands in stark contrast to so much visual stimulation via the Void.
And I wonder at the longing. Do we not belong to such company as had pushed the boundaries of temporal interactions beyond those ever fathomed? Didn't our rousing cries of joy, anger, pride, disgust and celebration vibrate even the very web that once bound us all together? And yet, so many have stayed for so long; dare I say loving yet loathing the very addiction that has grown over a decade.
Then there are those of us who have left for a time who steal glimpses at the shards wondering if a return is warranted, if perhaps the "perfect game" is still yet to be had upon the shore of Yew, the dungeons of Deceit, the wastes of Felucca. Are there still riches to be gained, treasures to be found, enemies to be tormented? Alas, is there still a dragon yearning the bite of a paladin's sword?
Perhaps, those of us who have taken our adventuring spirits into private reverie still yearn for the glory of the fight within a realm that tugs at the heart. We stare at stories written, portraits painted, journals filled with the foils, foibles, triumphs and celebrations shared with all, and smile. We know, in our wisdom, that which is past cannot be recaptured - but only new stories and adventures to weave for newer generations of spirits yet to be known.
A pen dries of ink and all that need be done is to apply the much needed moisture required by the pigment to write fresh, new and living stories once more......
Look at me. I still wax poetic and write so much more than the majority would read. :-/
And I wonder at the longing. Do we not belong to such company as had pushed the boundaries of temporal interactions beyond those ever fathomed? Didn't our rousing cries of joy, anger, pride, disgust and celebration vibrate even the very web that once bound us all together? And yet, so many have stayed for so long; dare I say loving yet loathing the very addiction that has grown over a decade.
Then there are those of us who have left for a time who steal glimpses at the shards wondering if a return is warranted, if perhaps the "perfect game" is still yet to be had upon the shore of Yew, the dungeons of Deceit, the wastes of Felucca. Are there still riches to be gained, treasures to be found, enemies to be tormented? Alas, is there still a dragon yearning the bite of a paladin's sword?
Perhaps, those of us who have taken our adventuring spirits into private reverie still yearn for the glory of the fight within a realm that tugs at the heart. We stare at stories written, portraits painted, journals filled with the foils, foibles, triumphs and celebrations shared with all, and smile. We know, in our wisdom, that which is past cannot be recaptured - but only new stories and adventures to weave for newer generations of spirits yet to be known.
A pen dries of ink and all that need be done is to apply the much needed moisture required by the pigment to write fresh, new and living stories once more......
Look at me. I still wax poetic and write so much more than the majority would read. :-/
