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Post  Orinai Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:45 pm

Somewhere scattered throughout the Tradeway are pieces of a book. Its origin and title are unknown, and the reason it isn't a whole remains a mystery. With no author to claim its contents it has slipped through time and thought.
Even in its broken state, each piece is elegently bound in a hard leather cover that protects the pages from the ravages elements and time. The weathered cover shows signs of heavy use but otherwise has no characteristics other than the fact that its old and has seen too many years to count.
Once in a readers hands, one would find the small book abnormally heavy for its size. Though only a piece of a full book, it bears the weight of large tomes that can be found in most archives.
Upon opening, the first thing the reader would notice is the thick parchment used as its pages. Much thicker than most paper used to scribe, the pages have a feelable resiliance to them. The most notable thing would be the words on the pages themselves. Not the language,but rather the manner in which they are scribed onto the parchment. Devoid of any ink or quill marks, the words seemed almost scorched onto the pages without even a trace of burn or ruin.
As it is being read, the reader would experience an odd sensation as the words seem to form in the readers mind as if the book itself is being narrated to them. Not a menaceing undertone to the words but rather official, as if the words bear an importantance that would be unknown without further investigation or knowledge as a whole.



An OOC, IC note: If anyone finds more than one book please pm me, as you are entitled to a story note that would only happen when one person holds multiple books.


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Orinai
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Male Number of posts : 125
Age : 38
Location : the armpit of america, the black swamp. toledo ohio
Registration date : 2009-03-17

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Character Name: Eurikai Duenrhae
Race: Human
Overall Level: 21

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Post  Orinai Wed Jan 04, 2012 8:48 pm

A small roughly bound book, unnaturally heavy would appear thin. Its pamphlet size would cause curiosity to its origin, as nothing logical can account for its exsistance. A grey leather cover with no definate markings excludeing a small scratch in the shape of a circle in the middle of the cover bears no mark of author or title. Like all pages bearing the style of scorched scribe, this particular tome seems to have an introductory air to it, a forward if you would.
As you begin to read the elegant calligraphy sweeping over the parchment, the words despite thier language, form in the readers thoughts with a deep authority behind the resonate energy forcing its way into the minds quiet..




-------May the Stars guide you.
Live as one would, by ones own judgement and cause. Do not sway, do not stagger, hold firm to the roots of ones own existance. Let not the adament of another existance deter one from thier own. That is the core of most all living things, from the intellegable to instictual. This one thing that can be found in all is the very foundation on which history is made. Make ones own history, and a realm has no choice but to bear it, but as all things will make its own to be beared.

Cast into the darkness and thrown into the void, one starts his journey to be tested by the Fates. What has already been experienced is but a shadow of what lies ahead in Destiny. Stripped of memory, and left with nothing but a name, he sets out to discover the many truths the multi-verse has to offer. But unknown are the difficulties to be faced and trials to be passed, but one can only look ahead to the making of that history, even if he is unaware that it is being made.
He has been set forth to experience what he will know as his second life. Though the chapter is done and written, it is important the history not be lost, even though he feels it is already gone.
Enter now, as a witness to the struggles that one simple man can endure as the Fates and his Destiny lay claim to his life. Witness now as a man creates his existance.---------





The rest of the few pages that remain are filled with many drawings of a land that would seem unfamiliar to anyone from this realm. the drawings range from mountains and forests, to deserts and long canyons. A few hold images of grand structures such as palaces and castles, grand cities and mountain keeps. All vividly colored as even the images are impressioned into the readers mind, making it all the more vibrant. A sensation would come over the reader as they take in the images, almost bringing the sences to alarm. The forests on the page seem to shimmer with rays of light as earthly scents overtake them. The pictures of mountains impose thier granduer as one can feel thier summits overlooking them. Each image instilling a sence of being as though the reader themself were standing in the very scene taking it in on a first hand account.

Orinai
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Male Number of posts : 125
Age : 38
Location : the armpit of america, the black swamp. toledo ohio
Registration date : 2009-03-17

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Character Name: Eurikai Duenrhae
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Post  Orinai Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:50 pm

A small roughly bound book, unnaturally heavy would appear thin. Its small size and unnatural craftsmanship would cause curiosity to its origin, as nothing logical can account for its exsistance. A blue leather cover with no definate markings excludeing a small scratch in the shape of a circle in the middle of the cover bears no mark of author or title. Like all pages bearing the style of scorched scribe, this tome instills a sence of reminence, a truth already told.
As you begin to read the elegant calligraphy sweeping over the parchment, the words despite thier language, form in the readers thoughts with a deep authority behind the resonate energy forcing its way into the minds quiet.

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The date is unknown, and the year was among the many during the third Dragon War. The plane not much differant than this own, as it bears the milestones of most mortal realms. War, suffering, hate and desolation, but like everything balanced, it bears hope, virtue, justice and love. Everywhere one can look, or be, or exist has the significant markings of these qualities that are commonly found in all realms. The beginning of a particular history is accounted for in the famous Inn of the Last Home.

[b]'Oye,! 'es coming around.', a gruff voice was the first thing he could remember hearing. The crushing noise that was his quiet finally subsided, taking with it the enormous preassure in his head. He was thankful to finally see something other than a twisting black, even if it was a rough looking fellow who held a look of general concern on his hard features.

He swept a look around the room showing that there were several others in the room as well, but before he could even get a straight thought the man he had first seen spoke again.
'Well boy? Who are y' and what 'appened?', the concern on his face now replaced with suspicion.
Before he could answer he went to sit up, as he did he reached for something, but couldnt remember what, only a sence of alarm at whatever it was not being there.

'Whoa, Whoa boy, dont get up t'fast. You lost alot of blood and really should rest. Well sort out payment later, but f'right now, youre not going anywhere.', the man said as he put a hand to his shoulder and forced him back down.
Even as he had tried to sit up, two of the other four had come to thier feet.
' He shouldnt do that, he could tear the stitches.', a womans sharp warning came from a coweled scowl.

' Besides, hes not leaveing until we get answers. He wasnt the only one hurt in whatever almost killed him. He needs to tell us what happened and who did it.', the other said said coming up beside the woman that had stood. He too wore a hood pulled low so it was hard to see the his eyes.

Though he couldnt see thier expressions, he knew that they were all looking at him with growing suspision. He was confused, he hadnt the slightest who these people were and why he felt so drained. He could smell his charred clothes, but it was the stench of blood that nearly overtook him each time his mind starting focusing on it. His bones ached and his head was throbbing from the migrane that had replaced the pressure from before. Something was definately wrong as he had realised during his efforts to sit up, something in his arm wasnt working properly and threatened to steal his conscousness if he moved the wrong way.

' Oye Kale, give the lad a momen'. Hes been out for days, his head cant b'straight. how d'you expect him t'give you a straight answer?' If you want your answers, best let him come t'think on his own. The rough looking man scowled as he gave Kale a sharp look.
After a moment the rough looking man turned his scowl back on him, ' Boy, wha's your name? Thats wha's important right now. Who are you, an' where are y'from?'

He blinked as he thought, it was an odd sensation, he couldnt answer truthfully. When he worked his jaw to speak, he foun dthat th elack of words wasnt because his voice had failed him, but rather there was no answer to come. He blinked again and looked over at the woman that stood searching the darkness of her hood for some hope of an answer. To his surprise, one came.

' Eurikai,...he said the name Eurikai Duenrhae when we had first found him. Though that was about all that anyone of us could understand, im sure he said that when we first asked him.', the woman said slipping her hood back and drawing nearer to the couch he had been laying on.

The hooded fellow turned on his heel and walked towards the two that had sat by the door remaining silent. After a brief exchange of hushed tones the two stood and exited the room. The hooded man closed the door quietly behind them and locked it once he was ensured they had left the hallway. He turned and folded his arms leaning his back to the door, after a moment of scanning the rooms windows settles a stare on the one on the couch.

The rough looking man who seemed his care taker looked to the woman, 'Are y'sure Caren?' he asked. After a quick nod from the woman he looks back down to him, 'So is tha' it then lad? Eurikai y'name?, he asked seeming to look over his more visible wounds.

For some reason it was familiar, and it gave him a glimmer of hope. He didnt know for sure if it was indeed his name, but he reached out and grabbed tight the only sure connection he felt. He nodded, but couldnt repeat, he didnt want to ruin the only feeling of familiarity he found in this distressing situation by questioning it further. He nodded once more, this time with resolution.











//EDIT NOTE there is alot more than this to come for this particular entry, but i need abreak. my brain hurts and i have a ton of old IC post to sift through to get accurate descriptions of what happened. so more to come, check back later!

Orinai
Forum Knight

Male Number of posts : 125
Age : 38
Location : the armpit of america, the black swamp. toledo ohio
Registration date : 2009-03-17

Character sheet
Character Name: Eurikai Duenrhae
Race: Human
Overall Level: 21

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