Act I, The 3rd Hour: The Halls That Beckon by rassiusluine, literature
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Act I, The 3rd Hour: The Halls That Beckon
“Help us,” the voice pleaded.
“Who’s there?” asked Himmel, spinning around into the darkness.
At first, there was just silence – a long deafening silence. He turned his head, searching for the source of the little girl’s voice. But the gloom blinded him. He couldn’t see anything.
“Trapped Ones are we. But seeketh us, thou must,” replied the voice.
“Trapped? Wait. I don’t understand.”
“Help us…as we have once helped you,” it pleaded once more.
“I still don’t understand. How? Why? What help?”
“In the fullness of time,
On the Nature of Memories by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
On the Nature of Memories
Memories are an essential feature not only of living things but of the physickal world. Their purpose is to rear the Cosmos into motion, and thus are aggregated by the Essence Tides in life, and deposited, it is said, in the Othershore. Metaphysickally, memories can only exist within the Veil of Erbos, and circulated via the Crystal Pillars.
Gunital is the ethereal substance extracted from possessed memories. It appears as bright, whitish silver threads of neither liquid nor gas, most similar to the gossamer concoctions made by the Finfolk.
Because of the peculiar nature of Gunital, containers ought to be fashioned from special materials. O
On Those Anointed by Fate by rassiusluine, literature
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On Those Anointed by Fate
To what purposes the Divine has inscribed the Fate of Tragic Men and Women, who in common parlance are called the Grievers, for their lives are fraught with sadness, yet they weep not their ordeals but that of the World, will forever lie beyond the ken of Men. These Chosen Ones, Anointed By Fate herself, as instructed by the thought of Em're, are Monarchs in Their Own Right, not of Lands, nor of Dominion of Men, but of their Own Lives. Their palms bear no lines as with most Men, none for toil, none for birth, none at all.
In the tales of the Hyur, it is said that in every thousand-year cycle, 36 True, Divine, Star-Crowned Monarchs, Kings and
On the Resting of the Departed by rassiusluine, literature
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On the Resting of the Departed
In dealing with what commonfolk call as Returners, several methods have been prescribed. Chief among them is the old yet widespread practice of Banishing. Banishment spells and rituals work with the least effort, requiring little background knowledge about working spells and the like. They often come in various assortments, each with a regional or folk alteration. The most common spells, used by ordinary folk, can help beleaguered men and women one to two undead or unsent almost in an instant. More difficult ones can be used to deal with several undead, but it may require the services of more expert individuals and practitioners. However, ban
the Dreaming of the World by rassiusluine, literature
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the Dreaming of the World
In the Days Before Time, from out of and within the Void there were said to dwell many beings terrible and fair, yet no form they don for the Adnä, the Cosmos, was not yet wrought, and to these beings came naught the idea of creation. They were content to abode in the Eternal Darkenesse, and do whatever things as their wont. The Void was their power, raw in its purest form, shapeless, immutable and mighty, and All Those Who Dwell had leave to do what they might or might not do.
True it had been since, save for two, belonging to Those Among Who Dwell, the Serpentine One [Ulilang Kaluluwa] and the older Winged One [Galang Kaluluwa]. Pecul
Act I, The 1st Hour: The Breaching of the Temples by rassiusluine, literature
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Act I, The 1st Hour: The Breaching of the Temples
The Breaching of the Temples
Dalan was already high up in the cloudless starry sky, casting a soft silver on the gently swaying sea of grass. None but the soft croon of owls mingled with the constant and supple rushing of leaves. As with most things about tales, this scene would never be normal. It shall always be, in the fullness of time, an odd wonder, involving knights and sorcerers, kings and lords, elves, dwarves and men.
A man, silently entering from the fray of trees a little over the eastern edges of the vast meadow called Selvane, had been standing still in the middle of a cloud-obscured clearing of grass. Since his arrival, he had
Act I, The 3rd Hour: The Halls That Beckon by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
Act I, The 3rd Hour: The Halls That Beckon
“Help us,” the voice pleaded.
“Who’s there?” asked Himmel, spinning around into the darkness.
At first, there was just silence – a long deafening silence. He turned his head, searching for the source of the little girl’s voice. But the gloom blinded him. He couldn’t see anything.
“Trapped Ones are we. But seeketh us, thou must,” replied the voice.
“Trapped? Wait. I don’t understand.”
“Help us…as we have once helped you,” it pleaded once more.
“I still don’t understand. How? Why? What help?”
“In the fullness of time,
On the Nature of Memories by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
On the Nature of Memories
Memories are an essential feature not only of living things but of the physickal world. Their purpose is to rear the Cosmos into motion, and thus are aggregated by the Essence Tides in life, and deposited, it is said, in the Othershore. Metaphysickally, memories can only exist within the Veil of Erbos, and circulated via the Crystal Pillars.
Gunital is the ethereal substance extracted from possessed memories. It appears as bright, whitish silver threads of neither liquid nor gas, most similar to the gossamer concoctions made by the Finfolk.
Because of the peculiar nature of Gunital, containers ought to be fashioned from special materials. O
On Those Anointed by Fate by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
On Those Anointed by Fate
To what purposes the Divine has inscribed the Fate of Tragic Men and Women, who in common parlance are called the Grievers, for their lives are fraught with sadness, yet they weep not their ordeals but that of the World, will forever lie beyond the ken of Men. These Chosen Ones, Anointed By Fate herself, as instructed by the thought of Em're, are Monarchs in Their Own Right, not of Lands, nor of Dominion of Men, but of their Own Lives. Their palms bear no lines as with most Men, none for toil, none for birth, none at all.
In the tales of the Hyur, it is said that in every thousand-year cycle, 36 True, Divine, Star-Crowned Monarchs, Kings and
On the Resting of the Departed by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
On the Resting of the Departed
In dealing with what commonfolk call as Returners, several methods have been prescribed. Chief among them is the old yet widespread practice of Banishing. Banishment spells and rituals work with the least effort, requiring little background knowledge about working spells and the like. They often come in various assortments, each with a regional or folk alteration. The most common spells, used by ordinary folk, can help beleaguered men and women one to two undead or unsent almost in an instant. More difficult ones can be used to deal with several undead, but it may require the services of more expert individuals and practitioners. However, ban
the Dreaming of the World by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
the Dreaming of the World
In the Days Before Time, from out of and within the Void there were said to dwell many beings terrible and fair, yet no form they don for the Adnä, the Cosmos, was not yet wrought, and to these beings came naught the idea of creation. They were content to abode in the Eternal Darkenesse, and do whatever things as their wont. The Void was their power, raw in its purest form, shapeless, immutable and mighty, and All Those Who Dwell had leave to do what they might or might not do.
True it had been since, save for two, belonging to Those Among Who Dwell, the Serpentine One [Ulilang Kaluluwa] and the older Winged One [Galang Kaluluwa]. Pecul
Act I, The 1st Hour: The Breaching of the Temples by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
Act I, The 1st Hour: The Breaching of the Temples
The Breaching of the Temples
Dalan was already high up in the cloudless starry sky, casting a soft silver on the gently swaying sea of grass. None but the soft croon of owls mingled with the constant and supple rushing of leaves. As with most things about tales, this scene would never be normal. It shall always be, in the fullness of time, an odd wonder, involving knights and sorcerers, kings and lords, elves, dwarves and men.
A man, silently entering from the fray of trees a little over the eastern edges of the vast meadow called Selvane, had been standing still in the middle of a cloud-obscured clearing of grass. Since his arrival, he had
Lightning Returns: FF XIII Contest by moonbeam13, journal
Lightning Returns: FF XIII Contest
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Act I, The 3rd Hour: The Halls That Beckon by rassiusluine, literature
Literature
Act I, The 3rd Hour: The Halls That Beckon
“Help us,” the voice pleaded.
“Who’s there?” asked Himmel, spinning around into the darkness.
At first, there was just silence – a long deafening silence. He turned his head, searching for the source of the little girl’s voice. But the gloom blinded him. He couldn’t see anything.
“Trapped Ones are we. But seeketh us, thou must,” replied the voice.
“Trapped? Wait. I don’t understand.”
“Help us…as we have once helped you,” it pleaded once more.
“I still don’t understand. How? Why? What help?”
“In the fullness of time,
A very old project I now want to breathe life into. Only had the guts to write full chapters. No clear ending in sight yet.
But will work on it through small pieces and shorts about Halïr, That Is Wrought.
If anyone has time to read and give a constructive comment, that would be appreciated.