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Tales from the forgotten realms 1.2
That deep place, like the beginning, it came from there, echoes of a soulful song, lithe upon the wind, softly threading their hearts. Such was their kiss. Their last secret kiss, for the next brought mist and shadow. The angels were exorcised from the insterspace and the shimmer of the flora was quieted. Even as their hearts stilled they knew to run and run they did. A whistle pierced the silent meadow. White thunder and flaming gold surpassed them. Rith came to a stop ahead. He was mounted with both haste and magic, then his gallops regained a ghostly speed, barely winning Narande's fading reflections. The pursuit of the mists was unsettling, contending with the swiftness of a Hemmilon stallion. The wiccians by themselves held no such power. This was damaskian sorcery...
"The cottage! It is protected. Take us to the cottage!" She sat upright, against the speed of the horse and rapidly began to chant. It was soft yet an urgent tune that manifested two encircling wisps of light within
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Tales from the forgotten realms 1.1
They said the blood of the gods has spilled into the sky from the battle of Meradhirion Lords upon Haethera. Once the Elder Gods have been overthrown then the shadow of the Meradhir will come to the nether realm-mankind.  It is why the gates were shut and the heavenly river has dwindled. But if the Elder Gods could not be victorious against this evil how can man be? 

These were musings of the prince of Naranduil as he rode Rith (short for Ritharwien), his white stallion with golden eyes and a golden crown. Rith was from amongst the Himmelon- the empyrean horses. They were strong and swift and only ridden by royalty. Their legend in the land tells of their coming from the Heavens after which they lost their wings-a great and tragic tale. Nevertheless, their is no genuine account or evidence that this was ever true. The more acceptable belief is that the essence of Naranduil had enchanted the Old king's horses as its powers were greater being nearer to the Haetheran gat
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Tales from the Forgotten realms 1
Nalitheledus was also known as "The kingdom of Evenfall". Should you come to it by day, when the sun is at its zenith, it would appeared as an unearthly gloaming in the distance, as if the sky was sundered and bled. And should you come to it by night, then you would think the sun had become stuck upon the earth's girdle and the darkness elsewhere would never depart, for this twilight will forever be our only light besides starlight. 
It was most unsettling to beheld and many who set eyes upon it did not enter, so strong was its vista of the world's end. Yet Evenfall was, as the brave that ventured forward would soon find, the most wondrous of realms. For though it wore a quietus mantle, all beneath its vaulted gloom determinedly strived to radiate illuminations of their own. 
A lowered gaze would finally meet the silver glimmer of the kingdom's encircling wall. It is a breathtaking contrast to the emanating dread looming above. This vision, however, is not benignant until the
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Matrimony's sweet dissonance.
It has been there, all my life.
Unseen, but I can feel it.
A door, that opens to the others...
...to another world, worlds, heaven, hell...
Certainly, Only I can open it.
Key bearer, obedient to only my bones and blood.
Like its door,
The key is of the same constitution, arcane.
I feel it there inside, the door-outside,
With the other side beckoning,
Exciting the body...
...but troubling the soul.
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Departed obsession.
The beat has died,
Dimming lights where shadows hide,
Made me hollowed for the others inside.
Tears from bloodless well,
Emptying auras like an evil spell,
Left my soul roaming in an ossuary's hell.
Vision like broken wand,
Draining the miracles from living hand, 
Blew my fire away like moon's boundless  sand.
Echoes in phylactery bones,
keeping them warm, stir their tunes,
Until I heard, once more, their ethereal tones.
Stir the music...
...your warm bones hold,
Sing the red lyrics upon my soul,
Sing my lovely Eidolon, thaw my cold!                               
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Part Fifteen:Portent Flames, Old Cinders
It came, like the first breadth of dawn, cool and sweet, soothingly enshrouding him. He touched his chest where it began to delve, deeper, melding with the fear, something he had not felt in eons..."It cannot be!" 
He turned from the ice cap peaks of the distant Aregean range. Even the cold held no solitude from this, from the bewilderment, the turmoil within. Yet it was indubitable!
"The Overlord!" 
The beckoning came- as he knew it would-called with fire, fueled by souls, the accursed fealty summons of the imperial crown. "Fools!'' He touched his chest. A wind chilled in an iced cavern for a thousand years could not quench it. "Do they not know?!
It was a storm, burning,  dreadful...."It is elder"...red within the abyss..."Even to demon fire"...and its centre was the heart, his heart...the colors danced in ringlets upon his chest and out of the deep rose the soul stone...
 The stone held itself, it knew its bidding. Mists and frosts encirc
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My temporal fears
Grey eyes or blue,
My smile, their virtue,
Gracious touch, memorable kiss,
Deeply felt and sorely missed.
They are my cares,
Their fugacious years,
My temporal fears,
To watch headstones,
Rise above bones,
Passing into the unknown,
With grey eyes or blue,
Broken smile, inimitable virtue,
Ghostly touch, indelible kiss,
Leaving me fragmented, amiss,
Heart worn, forlorn, soul torn,
As they mourn... beside my tombstone...
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Mortal duality
My virtues and my face,
My faults, my twisted grace,
Our souls or our race,
Our sins, our special place,
Are not to be accepted, or to hide,
Are not to be approved, or to deride,
But are our drawing breadths, our shadows beside,
Neither curse nor blessing, nothing but conflicts,
Our...my eternal conflicts, grappling inside. 
 
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Part fourteen: Blood, Ascension, The Overlord
He knelt near the edge of cosmic darkness, as if before a king, no, he was a king, as if before an emperor. He removed his crown. Why should a king remove his crown? It was a high crown, an ancient diadem kept by a purer magic. I felt it, my opened heart felt it, there was an older power here...
...something whispered, something stirred, a breadth, a summons, that opened an anomalous link to that which had not been called in a tomb keeper's aeon. It became soon a gyre of voices about the crown. They spiraled out and filled me with an inhuman melody that made my body became unbound, I was afloat upon the waves of its symphony, music rose to an apogee...of unheard sounds...holding within them, all the sorceries of time, the transcendent known and the involuted forgotten...this was an older power...
"No, soul bearer."
It came as a sharp undertone. The Lich King stood. It unfurled like the clearing of mists in my mind's eye, his vatic whisper:
"This is an elder power!"
His
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Spectre of the mahal!
In a veiling gloom,
Arrayed from the fading lights,
Of a falling sun,
And the deepening shadows,
Of a rising moon,
Appears the demised queen,
With dress folds blowing,
And silver hair glowing,
Upon the threshold of her tomb.
In its veiling gloom,
A domed hall's beckoning sights,
Whose marbled pillars stun,
And its lustrous echoes,
Educed by cavernous rune,
Roams his beloved queen,
With decayed hems gliding,
And crown less shining,
To the pool where memories loom. 
In his veiling gloom,
He summoned the kingdom's wrights,
Upon ancient mystical ground,
Where Yamunaji power flows,
In a sepulchre room,
Interred his spirited queen,
With blue silk gleaming,
And soul still dreaming,
Old bones unfold from ageless ruin....
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Part thirteen:Desecration of the third court.
By the authority of night and day I was compelled to stay. Escape was no option. The ordinance was tamed for now, sanctioned by higher powers. I stared into the hollows of my grey eyes, watched it grew closer, saw the gelid glister of stark paleness as my face leaned in, heat and cold touched my soul as it was being Kissed. I was fevered with the warmth of blood and the chill of memory, torn by grey eyes and tormented in white veins, flaming ordinance and icy doom poured from me and flowed inside me; all the while the robes of light and the silk of darkness drew ever away leaving my body in an amaranthine gloom of the ritual's deprave consummation...
I gasped. There was fire in my lungs more than likely from its long deprivation of air. My body was once again suspended within a column of light, my body, and soul were one again-thank the fates! I felt my bones as I had never felt them before, the sensation was acute, disturbing, as if my muscles were just rebinding with them.
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Part twelve:Second court's affirmation by blood
 It writhes, Oh fates, I feel it, everywhere, in everything...blood, it moves with my blood?
"You are aglow,soul bearer." 
I was barely cognizant of that voice. That ancient mystical voice, the same wonder of its rhythm flowed in my blood... Our ascent had stopped, we levitated in the light, white ascending light that flowed over us, over me, and where it touched my body there it grew darker, a deeper tinge, that clung like an aura as if something below the skin drew it in and ignited it such that I was engulfed in rising amethyst flames...something had waken it, its power, Oh God I cannot contain this..
"It is the court's portal, soul bearer, stay with me! These are divine domains, we are subjected to their rules. Power must sanction power. The only way to enter is for the portal to recognize that of the emissary, which means the ordinance must be fully awaken."
"I cannot carry this! My head! God, It's everywhere!"
"It is in the blood. Mortal blood was deigned
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Part Eleven:the imperial undead and the ordinance
How had I come to be in this nightmare? Where did the real world go? The trees, impossible trees, they rose like towers and buried the light in a dark sanctuary of their own. How had I come to be in that dooming forest? A presence had followed me, no, chased me, the wights, the lichs, tartarians, a world of ghosts!  I cannot escape them...OH GOD, I must have died, and now I have become part of the torment, forever...undead!
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!
"Have you learned nothing soul bearer?" The unexpected aberration in that voice disturbed the caverns of my minds' reverie, something alien, pulling you out. "Your life is more precious than your death, it holds that which we seek!"The Lich King slowly circled my crumpled form within the eclipse of the first court.
"I have done nothing to deserve this!"
"Done! You need not have done anything, soul bearer, except exist! And exist you do!"
I listened, it pained, I listened...
"It is because you exists that these
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Empathy from afar...
They are billions, worlds apart. Deities in form, surrounded by darkness with no end, no start. From the distance, life they beget, but up close they bear infernal regrets. Chaos from their births, beauty in their deaths. Without, lights are heavenly blazing, yet so gravely silent within. Sometimes I like to think that one would stop and gaze from afar, and say, "That one, that forlorn one, has the lonely loveliness of a star...
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Part Ten:First court of the Seventh Eden
It burned. I felt its grip in my bone. The radiating pain was short circuiting my consciousness. Paaaain! I was tired of pain!. Music rose to an apogee...no more pain! 
It was an angel. Resurrected. Shadows without light. Something else had taken the place of their divinity. Something insatiable. Always wanting. The master had returned. The one who created it. He could remove it, must remove it. Make it stop! The insatiable pain! 

That was what the life force of the tartarian revealed to me. I had the ability to control their energies. Now I knew I could do it even without possessing them.  I could bring order to the volatile power they had within them. The body I had possessed was in bliss. As such, I had absolute control. But to control them all would overwhelm my human faculties. Too much chaos to tame. That was a fete for a God.
I knew pain. I knew theirs and again I was helpless to help them. My head shattered.
There was a monstrous alien scre
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Nalitheledus was also known as "The kingdom of Evenfall". Should you come to it by day, when the sun is at its zenith, it would appeared as an earthly gloaming in the distance, as if the sky was sundered and bled. And should you come to it by night, then you would think the sun had become stuck upon the earth's girdle and the darkness elsewhere would never depart, for this twilight will forever be our only light besides starlight. 

It was most unsettling to beheld and many who set eyes upon it did not enter, so strong was its vista of the world's end. Yet Evenfall was, as the brave that ventured forward would soon find, the most wondrous of realms. For though it wore a quietus mantle, all beneath its vaulted gloom determinedly strived to radiate illuminations of their own. 

A lowered gaze would finally meet the silver glimmer of the kingdom's encircling wall. It is a breathtaking contrast to the emanating dread looming above. This vision, however, is not benignant until the traveler comes to be about thirteen yards from the egress gates. Ere, a veiling mists ensnares common sight so that the carven lords on the bastion faces become glaring gargantuan monsters whose horrendous stares never falters. It is a journey not befitting the foolhardy. The trickery of the wall and its mist became known as the Colossus' Greyspell or the Greymere in the common tongue. Indeed, the vastness of the walls and its gates hardly dispel the notion that they were, perhaps, shaped by giants. 

Once you have passed the gates of Nuril and Durnuril then the realm opens up into  a wild countryside of many fair blooms. Here there were no lamps, no fires, or no beacons of any fashion from the ilk of men. The shadows of the eventide was banished by the collective glimmers that came from the terrain's flora. Every flower that blossomed held a faint glow of its own. And where there were no buds to bear then the leaves or the stems or the tendrils were vessels to this divergent light. 

To the west, the gleam of the verdure fell into Narande an estuary of Naranduil, renowned as the River of the Gods. It was so deemed as its  tributaries flowed from the roots of the Gilgariel mountains in the north where its source is rumored to pass into the heavenly realms of Haethera. There dwells the Haradhir-the Elder Lords. The kings of Evenfall were titled as the Naradhir-The Nether Lords- lowest ranked in the unlighted triversum. It was by these origins that the waters of the Naranduil were believed to have become imbued with such sorcery that the fauna and flora were changed by it. Even the denizens had now come to draw from its powers. So long have the people consumed these waters that its sorcery now flows in their blood as it is in the river. 

The powers of the river manifested itself differently in the genders of humans. The men gained great strength and mental faculties whilst the women were able to harness the core energies of elements thus the elements themselves. Together, they created wonders. The birds and beasts too were transmogrified into enchanted beings bearing the mighty forces of both light and darkness. 

But the great river has become stricken, it no longer roars as it once did. It has dwindled in vigour and girth- a pale reflection of its former glory. They say the doors to the Haethera in the Gilgariel mountains has been shut. A shadow has fallen upon land and crown and the skies bleeds as a caveat of impending doom. Yet in the gathering darkness, two of the unlikeliest of embers now meet near the shimmering waters of Narande, a grand wiccian's fair daughter and Evenfall's crown prince-from whom a forbidden fire shall spring. Therein, lies the tale of many a great and terrible things.

To be continued.

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