Post by To truly know the light on Nov 11, 2006 1:07:10 GMT -5
To truly know the Light, one must understand the Shadow that it attempts to hide.
She had been gone for some time, wondering through Tirisfal Glades and admiring the strength of the land. To most, it was simply a degrading landscape, but she could see the life it strived for. The Plaguelands were gone, lost in the fall of Stratholme, but here, life, in it’s own odd way, still flourished… The trees could be seen, reaching up towards the sun that broke through the haze, grass and flowers of sorts blooming. Even farms able to start thriving enough to support life, be it unwanted…
Away from Lorderon, now well known as the Undercity, she headed north towards the shore, easily removing the murlocs and kobolds within her path till found a cliff suiting her taste. A beacon of white amidst the ever dark tides, she meditated, calling to the North Wind and the Light. For days she sat there, her current body not needing the nourishment it once might… By the fourth day, she stood, walking back from the edge where salty mists had seem to try and soak her, only to back away in awe, or fear…
Turning back to the cliff, her hands raised, the familiar warm glow of the Light’s power coming to her, eyes glowing as it radiated from her body. To any that were near, the ground began to shake, grass waving in a non existent wind, looking to be fleeing. From the sky a pillar of fire emerged, striking the ground, only it didn’t end, the pillar illuminating the area to near blinding brightness as grew and grew. Soon the growing stopped, the ground beneath seeming to merge with the light, slowly taking shape into stone, then marble. As more marble rose into the air, the pillar began to fade into it, white stone taking in the illumination and sending it back softly as it’s own.
In what felt like days or weeks, perhaps only minutes, there rested an immense tower, white marble from base to the top, a large room with glass all about allowing any to see without to the glade and ocean. Within, many rooms waited occupants, from those of life, to those of knowledge; books, tomes scrolls and texts of sorts beginning to appear upon the many shelves just waiting to be opened.
As she stepped in, her eyes peered about, once more the ‘healthy’ glow of undeath, and slowly made her way to the top. There she peered out, watching the sun’s rise, though as dawn broke, the light of the tower swirled… fading, the area around becoming dark before the tower flared up once more… Yet no light came from it… The Sun’s own seemingly drawn only to the tower…
To the passerby, they would see simply a white tower, but to any who truly looked, the shadows climbing the walls and swirling about could be glimpsed…
Work in progress... I suppose feedback be good.. o.o
She had been gone for some time, wondering through Tirisfal Glades and admiring the strength of the land. To most, it was simply a degrading landscape, but she could see the life it strived for. The Plaguelands were gone, lost in the fall of Stratholme, but here, life, in it’s own odd way, still flourished… The trees could be seen, reaching up towards the sun that broke through the haze, grass and flowers of sorts blooming. Even farms able to start thriving enough to support life, be it unwanted…
Away from Lorderon, now well known as the Undercity, she headed north towards the shore, easily removing the murlocs and kobolds within her path till found a cliff suiting her taste. A beacon of white amidst the ever dark tides, she meditated, calling to the North Wind and the Light. For days she sat there, her current body not needing the nourishment it once might… By the fourth day, she stood, walking back from the edge where salty mists had seem to try and soak her, only to back away in awe, or fear…
Turning back to the cliff, her hands raised, the familiar warm glow of the Light’s power coming to her, eyes glowing as it radiated from her body. To any that were near, the ground began to shake, grass waving in a non existent wind, looking to be fleeing. From the sky a pillar of fire emerged, striking the ground, only it didn’t end, the pillar illuminating the area to near blinding brightness as grew and grew. Soon the growing stopped, the ground beneath seeming to merge with the light, slowly taking shape into stone, then marble. As more marble rose into the air, the pillar began to fade into it, white stone taking in the illumination and sending it back softly as it’s own.
In what felt like days or weeks, perhaps only minutes, there rested an immense tower, white marble from base to the top, a large room with glass all about allowing any to see without to the glade and ocean. Within, many rooms waited occupants, from those of life, to those of knowledge; books, tomes scrolls and texts of sorts beginning to appear upon the many shelves just waiting to be opened.
As she stepped in, her eyes peered about, once more the ‘healthy’ glow of undeath, and slowly made her way to the top. There she peered out, watching the sun’s rise, though as dawn broke, the light of the tower swirled… fading, the area around becoming dark before the tower flared up once more… Yet no light came from it… The Sun’s own seemingly drawn only to the tower…
To the passerby, they would see simply a white tower, but to any who truly looked, the shadows climbing the walls and swirling about could be glimpsed…
Work in progress... I suppose feedback be good.. o.o