The Chelon Rose |
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Act 1: the Exile |
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The Chelon Our Keep
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Trapped! Part 1 of 2 Part 1 Blood, Blood, Blood… Sewage, Blood, Brimstone, Salt, Iron, Sewage… they swirl. They swirl about in your head; the smell of blood, sewage and stone mingle in a thick mental stew of confusion and nausea. Slowly another smell vies for prominence. What is that, how can it be. The smell of a summer meadow… flowers, grass, sun. It smells sweet and comforting. Light? There before you, its becoming clearer, yes its forming a shape. A grassy hillock. A grassy hillock on a summer's day, the grass is green and tufty, and looks to have a spring to it. A small brown bee lifts from one flower to another, as you become aware of a sound… Familiar. Yes that's it, like a cow's bell, but higher in pitch, smaller. The sound becomes suddenly louder as a strange sight emerges over the crest of the small hillock. It is a man riding a goat. They stop on the top of the hillock. The man is old and gray, but wears a handsome smile. He wears the cloak of a priest, dark blue with silver trimmings, with a long corkscrew horn hanging from his neck on a thong. Though the brown goat is large, the mans feet still touch the ground on either side of the goat. It bleats anxiously, thrusting its head forward slightly and squinting its brown and gold eyes. The man pats its head as he says "You may not know me, but I know you and have judged you worthy. I, from the past, bring a message for the counsel of your future." He pauses as he adjusts his position atop the goat. The goat decides that the man wants to stay a while, so bends its head and begins grazing. "At some point in the future, we will meet again. In the future I will ask you to do something very important - and I ask that you obey me without question. I tell you this now because your mind is open, and so that in the future, you will know me and not be afraid." The man makes to leave. The goat appears annoyed at the premature end to its grazing. However, the man pauses saying as if he had forgotten something "oh yes". He dismounts from the goat and walks straight towards you. He approaches you till it is like he is next to your ear, where he whispers "Sometimes your greatest ally can be employed by your worst enemy". He winks at you as the vision begins to fade and the strong smell of blood, stone and sewage awakens you to bleary reality and your fate, trapped, a prisoner of Knolls and Ogres. created: 14 February 1998 | Last Updated: June 23, 2001 |
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