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Old 01-03-2005, 12:29 PM   #126
Cyril Darkcloud
Lord Soth
 

Join Date: February 7, 2002
Location: New York
Posts: 1,980
Myron Epimetheus

The little man turns at the words of his visitor for it is all too rare a thing to encounter one with an interest in that which is truly interesting. Ah! To be interested! How few there are who truly possess the attentiveness and the discipline to sustain anything more than the merest of passing fancies. “Come, boy,” there is a note of fondness in his voice, and with a wave of his hand the little man draws a second chair away from its place near the wall to a spot on the floor near his own. “Quietly, boy. Move quietly for noise of any kind simply will not do.” The little man’s voice is hushed but there is a palpable excitement within its whispered hoarseness. As his visitor takes his place the sage extends a dessicated finger toward a shimmering globe of force within which floats a large diamond. Shifting tendrils of what seam to be a shadowy mist writhe within the gem.

The little man’s mutterings shift in tone once more and he begins to speak softly in a harsh and alien language so unlike the common of these Forums that perhaps only a dead tongue could form its syllables. A shimmering light fills the interior of the treehouse, a light which renders all things obscure save the suspended diamond. “Look,” the sage whispers, “there is that place from which you have come .......”

Within the stone the dusky tendrils hold forth images, a confusing welter of information difficult to put order and harder still to master. Still, however, certain forms might be perceived, one of silent storminess and another of terrible and looming shadow have a striking familiarity about them. “You know them, do you not, for once your place was in this tale. Your place, of course, has been filled by another ......” Suddenly, however, the gemstone itself shudders with the globe of force that encapsulates it. The images are scattered as if by a blast of wind and the shimmering light which fills the treehouse is dispelled.

“Remarkable!” The glee in the voice of the sage is unmistakable and he quickly thrusts a handful of those little square napkins which are so wonderful for the writing down of things into the hands of his visitor. “Quickly, “ he says, “get your notes onto paper. Yes, yes! These are the most curious of times .......” The little man’s voice trails off as he begins to write.
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