Fire

[Ephraim]

A small unsigned note at the board.

I see the times coming back again.

Prepare.

I welcome you twilight.
I welcome you blackness.
I welcome you deepest night.

Only in darkness,
can I see your soul.
As it will glow like a beacon in the sky,
for me to follow or to shun.

The world is called Refuge.
The town is called Innocence.
The two unequal brothers who lived there,
were called Hope and Dispair.

For a long time the sun was shining on this land.
But at the horizon you could already make out the clouds.
What will they bring? Rain or snow?

The world is perfect.
You cannot improve her.
You cannot impose your will upon her.

If you try to change her,
you will ruin her.
If you try to own her,
you will lose her.

You can only sacrifice yourself to her,
without conditions and expectations.
And if you have only a little bit of luck,
you will die a better man,
as you would have wished in your wildest dreams.

Deep down, where loneliness and darkness reign.
Deep down, where the soul consumes itself.
Deep down, where the ghosts of the past seek vengeance.

Deep, deep down, so infinitly and immeasurably deep.
It was there, that the exalted one started to scream.

Loud, very loud, so infinitly and immeasurably loud,
that you could even hear it in the realm of the living.

Fire, the world is fire!

It's burning in his heart, and filling him with pain,
It's giving him the warmth of terror in reign.
Breathing the mortals heat, draining from mortal soul,
To fill him with their warmth and make his life be whole.

He drinks the heated blood, essencential taste of life
It rushes in his veins, gives him the madman's drive.
Slipping into living flesh, gliding into the brain
Playing there with thoughts and will, to keep a steady drain.

Fire, the world for sure is on fire!

He's walking through the flames, they greet him in anticipation
Expecting him to build his own dark doomed creation.
Destruction he will spread, in seeking his old treasure
The pain his arm will bring, will be without a measure.

[Alytys Lamar]

Aleytys stands for a long time, very long in front of these lines.

Always and again and again, she motionlessly seems so to read, she touches the note with her fingertips, as if she wants to feel where it is from

She turns away with iceold dark Eyes and hard face and goes slowly away

[Delorges Rugend]

Delorges reads the note. He frowns.

He reads the note again and then he talks something to himself
Well...thats interresting, but it's a factum that a note, which unsigned is, not very believable is

[Gryphius]

After a longer trip in the wilderness, Gryphius returns to the town. His eyes wander over the poem, but he's unable to make a sense out of it. Finally he departs, shaking his head slowly: »Dunno, what it is - but i feel it can't be anything good...«

[Korwin]

scribbled haphazardly

I see we've got a fan of the Chronicles of Manrok.