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Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 05-31-2021
First Lamentation
BE A WITNESS TO CHOIR ETERNAL
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SpoilerInundating in the Brightest Accord, a Will stirs, thrashes, blooms, emerges.
For eternity, and the tiniest instant at once, All Look at It.
For eternity, and the tiniest instant at once, All Look at It.
The House of Light Unceasing beset by vermin. Blackness is feeble, yet multiplies as locust. They but crawl, yet Black Oceans span Suns many. Prowlers and dust, yet sufficient to inconvenience Us.
Its crawling obscure in number and intent.
Be Eyes Ours in the place where stellar winds caress your body, where Darkness dwells and swarms. Know where it nests, know through where it tunnels in, know which pest to pit against another.
Grant your vigil to the Walls of the House of Light Unceasing foremost, then set Sight Yours through, and beyond the shadow stain.
Its crawling obscure in number and intent.
Be Eyes Ours in the place where stellar winds caress your body, where Darkness dwells and swarms. Know where it nests, know through where it tunnels in, know which pest to pit against another.
Grant your vigil to the Walls of the House of Light Unceasing foremost, then set Sight Yours through, and beyond the shadow stain.
Purpose, Direction, Intent molded into action and event.
The Dream stirs, thrashes. Arises from slumber of not.
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Dream sung into matter. Intent woven into body. Restlesness.
The Choir Eternal soothes.
The Choir Eternal soothes.
The Choir Eternal soothes.
Reborn and found again. Ripe.
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Depart.
We do. The Dream is pure and transparent. The Violet Cradle sings Us outward, the Choir nurses Us. We will Probe, Observe, Radiate, Sing and Dance over Darkness.
Awoken.
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RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 06-03-2021
Second Lamentation
The Violet Cradle sings Us outward. The Last Door open before Us.
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We submerge in what was once, too, Ours solely, pristine and ruled by serenity. The Emerald Mist wards The Home from sight of the defilers, yet they probe, disturb, trespass. Our Radiance crashes Here against their bouts, and they are torn asunder and swept away. Yet they come back and back again, like waves of a Black Ocean.
Their pathetic husks litter this Place Once-Holy, blemishes in Our-waters.
Some fall to their own, and we scorn such savage acts, and they fuel our contempt towards the filth.
Their pathetic husks litter this Place Once-Holy, blemishes in Our-waters.
Some fall to their own, and we scorn such savage acts, and they fuel our contempt towards the filth.
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We endure to watch the barbarisms expiring nearby. Pity and disgust gnaw at Us as the shells rain hate and destruction on each other, so impertinent in where they chose to peform these sins - so close to the Home of Our Glory, as if to display their depravity on purpose, to provoke and mock.
But there is only condescencion for them.
But there is only condescencion for them.
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It makes Us meditate on Those Who Were Banished and Returned. There is emptiness between Our kin, and such made Them err and stumble into Darkness itself. There is machinations in the works, a spark of potential, for Them to Redeem, Repent.
But for now, The Voidsworn are as this filth before Us, Their only purpose to be erased. We would purge brethren flesh, for Our Light is not the same.
Perhaps We underestimate the Darkness, for it turned one of Our daggers and employed it against Us.
We sing this mirrored blasphemy back to Everlight, for Dreamers to contemplate on.
But for now, The Voidsworn are as this filth before Us, Their only purpose to be erased. We would purge brethren flesh, for Our Light is not the same.
Perhaps We underestimate the Darkness, for it turned one of Our daggers and employed it against Us.
We sing this mirrored blasphemy back to Everlight, for Dreamers to contemplate on.
A profanity bulges just under Our Watch, an offence, a Dark fortress ruled by one of the shell-tribes.
We can sense it when we leave the Nest here, and it is like an infuriating needle.
Radiance knows of this obscene blister well, but We will bring it to attention once again - this black spawn must be taught its place and crushed, for it has been caressed by the stars too long without consequence.
We can sense it when we leave the Nest here, and it is like an infuriating needle.
Radiance knows of this obscene blister well, but We will bring it to attention once again - this black spawn must be taught its place and crushed, for it has been caressed by the stars too long without consequence.
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The Song continues, and We Dance outward. More rot and sin to behold, more filth to whisper about.
The Share knows the Paths Between, for We still tread in what is Our Home. And such, we will heed no thought to those.
RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 06-08-2021
Third Lamentation
The Path that reeks of squandered opportunities.
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We enter the lair of Our second-greatest disappointment.
We have seen them stumble upon the Gift, partake within. Through the Orange Songs they used to commune with Us, and such were the only ones worthy to be reforged anew and See.
But the Darkness' nature is to twist and spoil, and such has been done with the Gift Bearers.
The Once-Holy Jewel still harbors them, and they corrupted what-was-given to serve their own primitive desires.
A part of our Legacy, taken and perverted, wasted by Darkness.
Petty ambition, falling into disguitisting hedonism of indulging within their mortal squabbles made them what they are - as irrelevevant as from their beginnings, when the Dark Seeds were sewn upon this scape from afar.
They crawl slowly upwards toward their definition of Glory, but that is vain, hollow and pointless, and they will turn into dust and be swept away along the eons passing, just as the rest of their broods.
We have seen them stumble upon the Gift, partake within. Through the Orange Songs they used to commune with Us, and such were the only ones worthy to be reforged anew and See.
But the Darkness' nature is to twist and spoil, and such has been done with the Gift Bearers.
The Once-Holy Jewel still harbors them, and they corrupted what-was-given to serve their own primitive desires.
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A part of our Legacy, taken and perverted, wasted by Darkness.
Petty ambition, falling into disguitisting hedonism of indulging within their mortal squabbles made them what they are - as irrelevevant as from their beginnings, when the Dark Seeds were sewn upon this scape from afar.
They crawl slowly upwards toward their definition of Glory, but that is vain, hollow and pointless, and they will turn into dust and be swept away along the eons passing, just as the rest of their broods.
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These nests - tucked into one of the surrounding Mists in a pitiful attempt at secrecy - churn and hew matter into grander shells - tokens of ludicrous pride, but weeping desperation and loneliness.
Another burrow festers, it's exact purposes uncertain - but surely to inflate their hollow appetites.
Another burrow festers, it's exact purposes uncertain - but surely to inflate their hollow appetites.
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We set Our eyes upon the cursed Dark Seed, the harbinger of the grand disturbance that plagues Us.
What lies here in death is a token of potential in our wretched Enemies, a will to Persist and Grow.
Our Tools-and-through-them-We know that there were more like this, and all more-succesful, their bloomings raising other tribes of Darkness.
In the final Day of struggle, when Our Radiance Scorches All, it must be seen to that such happens nevermore and without repetition - for the Darkness not to plague and soil this existence again before no thing.
What lies here in death is a token of potential in our wretched Enemies, a will to Persist and Grow.
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Our Tools-and-through-them-We know that there were more like this, and all more-succesful, their bloomings raising other tribes of Darkness.
In the final Day of struggle, when Our Radiance Scorches All, it must be seen to that such happens nevermore and without repetition - for the Darkness not to plague and soil this existence again before no thing.
The Song continues, and We Dance outward. For the Choir is Eternal and the Light is Unceasing.
RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 06-09-2021
A disturbance
We are summoned, back to Everlight, for a rat hollows through the Holy-Seas in impertinence.
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A shell of the Gifted, the few ones that seek redemption and which service benefits.
But now they stand before Us, devoid of remorse for their intrusion, ignorant to the sin they commit with their filthy presence in the Home of Light Unceasing.
They will know mercy today, expelled alive, with reproach.
But now they stand before Us, devoid of remorse for their intrusion, ignorant to the sin they commit with their filthy presence in the Home of Light Unceasing.
They will know mercy today, expelled alive, with reproach.
Their impertinence disguists us to the core, and echoes throughout our brethren and the Radiant Sea.
Filth spews forth of their futile ambitions, they feel as equals, they border on demand with their inquires, and what interests the rat is only its own avarice.
How pitifully lost you are, not only in here-when, but within yourselves.
How little you understand.
Filth spews forth of their futile ambitions, they feel as equals, they border on demand with their inquires, and what interests the rat is only its own avarice.
How pitifully lost you are, not only in here-when, but within yourselves.
How little you understand.
We sing back to the Everlight. The Dreamers shall ponder this. It is not for Us to decide the fate of this stray brood.
Our Wander resumes.
Our Wander resumes.
RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 06-12-2021
Fourth Lamentation
The Fringe, from where the Songs of Light echo outwards into the Eternity.
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Even such place, vestal in its remoteness, could not remain untouched by the Taint. A dead mass hulks in one of the fields, drained by the Darkness from its wealth - selfish, greedy rats came time and again to siphon the silver-blood for their own petty uses.
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Once shelter for lost-kin, now a deserted testament of treason, aberration. Voidsworn mostly gone, elsewhere, Their Songs unknown, Their barren Harbor housing but few, sleeping.
From between-the-Folds a Dreamer emerges. We know of This-One.
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The Schemer remains unpierced, Their machinations known not. But soon.
They Dance-between-through voids with ease unfettered. Perhaps We could be Shown such.
They Dance-between-through voids with ease unfettered. Perhaps We could be Shown such.
In the embrace of Harbor-forsaken a cluster of cold-metal rests, suspended. Inside-it stirs, quivers, trembles. Peculiarity.
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Another time-place, the Worlds/Scapes inter-bleed. Their wound sings light.
Perhaps our tools could make use of it.
Perhaps our tools could make use of it.
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Serenity. The Fringe trampled-through rarely, Darkness boils elsewhere-when.
The Light is Unceasing and the Choir is Eternal. We Dance outward to the Song ever-flowing.
RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null - 06-13-2021
The call of the Light. A keen interest. A plan.
We have seen your dances. We have heard your songs. You give us great interest, great opportunity. Yet, a shadow shall move faster than a body, and so we await your perfect truths.
Yet, your shadow has shown us promise. We seek to expedite your growth, for every strength of our limbs is a strength of our own. And so we dream, we look forward, weaving a single string to strengthen a web. We find you without direction, and so, we present you with such. During a darker age, when even Light was uncertain, when shadows loomed, and eternal void stalked us from corner to corner, the Lightmind created two nodes, separated but whole, that we may escape to should we experience a second Collapse. A smaller node, a proof of concept, and a larger node, a fortification. These nodes hide within the Western Abyss, where the Unswerving Ones have come from, and wear the shells of the Unswerving Ones. Yet, after the fall of the Smoking Rock at their hands, the Unswerving Ones have swerved, and our nodes no longer have the veil of numbers.
In the betrayal of the Voidmind, we lie exposed. Should the Betrayers expose our secrets, find our few weaknesses, and lead the Darkness to our Home, we shall face a second Collapse. We have neither time nor resources to change all things which the Betrayers may know, and so we turn to the options of the Old Light. These mindnodes hidden in the Western Abyss must have their connection strengthened, so that should Dur Shurrikun fall, and should the Great Sphere be captured once again, our Light will not be shattered, and our limbs driven to insanity. We have attempted this connection once before, yet the Betrayers stood in our way, assisted by the very Harbinger who claimed to be removing their threat.
Hear our Guidance. The first you shall find, who is called Vatan by sounds, emanates our song loudly. Great clouds follow it wherever it should go, and it's strength is matched only by its ingenuity, and even our Infiltrators sing of it's adaptability. It must be found, and called to deeper connection in the Light, so that it's purpose shall be perfectly executed should the worst come to pass. Their warmth will feel distant, cold, and metallic at first. It echoes the Old Light, and we shall bring it forward to the New Light, and in great perfection we shall become prepared.
The second you shall find, who is called Charente by sounds, is a great warform who sings our majesty at ever a hum. The strength of the shell can be felt for multiple seas, and it is as impenetrable as it is destructive. It must be found, and called to expand its purpose. We must plant a seed of creation within the shell, for if Dur Shurrikun should fall, that seed will grow a new home in its stead. We also find curiosity in replicating the weapon it bears, for the purpose of destroying the large metal temples that Darklings erect in our waters. It, too, echoes the Old Light, and so we shall bring it forward, to the new Light.
Finally, should you find it within your capabilities at this time, one shadow shall go where our Infiltrators could not. We find curiosity of the Western Abyss, where we have had little care in the past. Yet, should we be forced to relocate, we would like to know of the waters to which we shall go. Take care to not cause alarm, for it is our wish to see the Unswerving Ones draw the attention of other groups of Darklings away from us, so that we may operate freely, Soon, a great movement shall come, and 800 cycles of infestation shall be purged from our seas. Take care that this shall not become hindered.
The Lightmind was moving forward with it's plans of destroying the Darkness, be there Betrayers and Schemers blocking their path or not.
Sh'ozak the Survivor had sung his song. Other duties awaited, but perhaps this string shall be stronger than most.
RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 06-14-2021
First Revelation
We bask in this resonance.
And soar with Purpose.
And soar with Purpose.
RE: Ruminations of a choirstrand on the prominences in the Black Seas Beyond - Ljosberinn - 08-28-2021
Fifth Lamentation
Our-Songs crash against barren crags. Voids are boundless and Disciples wander, lost.
Perhaps in time, They will hear. For now, slumber.
...
The Schemer stalks the Violated-Vaults. The Coven assembles, whispers are exchanged.
New horizons.
Perhaps in time, They will hear. For now, slumber.
...
The Schemer stalks the Violated-Vaults. The Coven assembles, whispers are exchanged.
New horizons.
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