Misjbar sits in his tree, encouraged by the words of Irania. He grabs a feather, and dips it in a pot with purple ink. He then begins to write.
Love is a thing unknown
Love is a thing without purpose
Love confuses the mind and body
Love is a thing not worthy
Why do I feel it then
Why should an elf
not be able to suppres it
Why do you make my heart spin
Why do you make my words thin
I wish I could tell you
I wish you could know
I wish you felt the same
I wish you were here
An elven lady is who my heart has fallen upon
An elven lady is the beauty and grace I fall for
~Misjbar~
He puts the post on the town wall, using the stickyness of crushed yellow weed. The poem is drenched in sibinac leaf aroma
Tellings of an elf
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Tellings of an elf
Last edited by Misjbar on Fri Jun 04, 2004 1:32 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Sits up in his tree, looking at Lili still asleep on another branch. He smiles gently, and begins writing again
Love returned
Love to soon
I waited to long
I waited to short
Heart settled down
Heart flared up
Sitting in a tree
Flying in the clouds
Takes another glance at Lili, before falling asleep again, the sun shining on his face
Love returned
Love to soon
I waited to long
I waited to short
Heart settled down
Heart flared up
Sitting in a tree
Flying in the clouds
Takes another glance at Lili, before falling asleep again, the sun shining on his face
Sits down after cutting some trees, and watered them. He then begins writing
Beauty all around
Beauty deep within
Water all around
The goddess deep within
He looks up, as he sees an elf and Kaja walking towards him. After a long talk with the elf and Kaja, the elf leaves. He and Kaja talk together for some time afterward, and after have said farewell, he begins writing again
Orcish mind uncovered
Orcish friendship discovered
Orcish loyalty shown
Orcish adaptability on the surface
He then smiles, thinking about the conversation with Kaja. He posts it on the wall, and quickly leaves out of town, running towards the fishing spot Lili had shown him
Beauty all around
Beauty deep within
Water all around
The goddess deep within
He looks up, as he sees an elf and Kaja walking towards him. After a long talk with the elf and Kaja, the elf leaves. He and Kaja talk together for some time afterward, and after have said farewell, he begins writing again
Orcish mind uncovered
Orcish friendship discovered
Orcish loyalty shown
Orcish adaptability on the surface
He then smiles, thinking about the conversation with Kaja. He posts it on the wall, and quickly leaves out of town, running towards the fishing spot Lili had shown him
Sits by the river in Trollsbane, the name of the river somewhere lost in his mind. He grabs his quill, and begins writing
The world grows worse
Elves are changing
Without the love of one
The hate of the other lives on
The world is changing
And there is nothing I can do about it
Elven heart...I miss you
Elven mind...I miss you
Elven body...I miss you
Sweet mind...I miss you
He glares at the water, thinking about time that past away. He was thinking about making another entry, but doesn't do it, afraid of the consequences.....
The world grows worse
Elves are changing
Without the love of one
The hate of the other lives on
The world is changing
And there is nothing I can do about it
Elven heart...I miss you
Elven mind...I miss you
Elven body...I miss you
Sweet mind...I miss you
He glares at the water, thinking about time that past away. He was thinking about making another entry, but doesn't do it, afraid of the consequences.....
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He begins writing, his feeling for the other language encouraged by Dhalsim, as he tries to find the words...
Elben dieser Welt sind vergessen
Elben dieser Welt sind verloren
Wir sind ohne Heim
Wir sind ohne Freunde
Wir haben nur einander
Wir haben nur die Götter
Wir müssen fest zueinander halten
Und wir müssen einander helfen
Im Leben oder Tod
In Liebe oder Haß
Sticks it to the town wall, the cloak over his head because of the rain. He then runs with nimble movements towards the gate, towards the dense and rainless forests beyond.
Elben dieser Welt sind vergessen
Elben dieser Welt sind verloren
Wir sind ohne Heim
Wir sind ohne Freunde
Wir haben nur einander
Wir haben nur die Götter
Wir müssen fest zueinander halten
Und wir müssen einander helfen
Im Leben oder Tod
In Liebe oder Haß
Sticks it to the town wall, the cloak over his head because of the rain. He then runs with nimble movements towards the gate, towards the dense and rainless forests beyond.
Misjbar writes furiously, blood running down from a scar on his chest. An old wound, but it stayed open because of a recent attack by a skeleton. They seem to be drawing closer to his hiding place. As he finishes the letter, he watches it for any mistakes
This is outrageous, killed by a lesser race. This is something that has set the fate of many. Killed by a human! Thank goodness the gods have decided to resurrect me, or I would have had to abandon this godforsaken world, who requires help to cleanse it from these greedy and bold humans, the stupid and respectless orcs, and the greedy, arrogant and filthy dwarves. May the blood of these inferiour races fill the streets, because I cannot stand the sight of another living sample of them.
But, it sometimes seems that one or two of these lesser races is trapped in the wrong body. There are samples of these races that seem as if they are elves trapped inside a human. May they be blessed, and may Tanora send them back if they die as an elf, to share the beautifull life with the rest of us, as the lands are cleansed.
Sincerely written to all the beautifull and wonderfull elves and lizardmen, may you live long and prosper.
~Misjbar~
He sits back with a content smile, and lays the letter aside, as he tends his wounds.
This is outrageous, killed by a lesser race. This is something that has set the fate of many. Killed by a human! Thank goodness the gods have decided to resurrect me, or I would have had to abandon this godforsaken world, who requires help to cleanse it from these greedy and bold humans, the stupid and respectless orcs, and the greedy, arrogant and filthy dwarves. May the blood of these inferiour races fill the streets, because I cannot stand the sight of another living sample of them.
But, it sometimes seems that one or two of these lesser races is trapped in the wrong body. There are samples of these races that seem as if they are elves trapped inside a human. May they be blessed, and may Tanora send them back if they die as an elf, to share the beautifull life with the rest of us, as the lands are cleansed.
Sincerely written to all the beautifull and wonderfull elves and lizardmen, may you live long and prosper.
~Misjbar~
He sits back with a content smile, and lays the letter aside, as he tends his wounds.
Remorse flows through my mind,
Hurt among the edges of my degenerating soul.
I must find redemption,
I must find a way out.
I must feel the edge of steel,
I must feel the killing power of water.
Lingering over such roads I will,
darkness waning in my heart.
Misjbar looks at his earlier poems, the pieces of parchments growing ever weaker, nearly falling apart. He smiles, a tear running over his cheek.
Hurt among the edges of my degenerating soul.
I must find redemption,
I must find a way out.
I must feel the edge of steel,
I must feel the killing power of water.
Lingering over such roads I will,
darkness waning in my heart.
Misjbar looks at his earlier poems, the pieces of parchments growing ever weaker, nearly falling apart. He smiles, a tear running over his cheek.
Taking the small blade with his right hand, Misjbar looks up at the mirror. He grits his teeth, and pushes the blade into his stomach, with an upwards motion. Pushing it ever deeper, he closes his teary eyes, no sound still made. He then gives it a quick push upward, and draws it out again. He falls on the ground. His eyes seem broken, lifeless, and life shall never see through them again.
Thus the story of Misjbar ends. Even though his life has meant little to the overall history, his oddities and deeds shall never really be forgotten. Atleast, not in this age.
Thus the story of Misjbar ends. Even though his life has meant little to the overall history, his oddities and deeds shall never really be forgotten. Atleast, not in this age.
Misjilah walks with calmth up to the postings of her older brother. She looks at them for a slight moment with despise, and then gently takes them off. She wraps them up into a grey leaf, and puts it in some compartiment in her dress.
Quickly taking her leave afterwards, she tries to make sure no one follows her.
Quickly taking her leave afterwards, she tries to make sure no one follows her.