Coming in from the winter snow, I warmed myself by the fire, grabbed a pint of spiced ale and settled into the monastery library to study the intriguing runes on the Script of Starbolin. Using the skills of our craft, and the patience of our vocation, the secrets and powers of its contents soon became my own. I learned of the vision of the wandering eye. I sat enthralled, pondered its meaning, and drank my warm spiced ale.
Several hours and several ales passed (praise be to god), and I retired to my chambers. The image of the wandering eye persisted in my thoughts and into my dreams. I wandered in a barren landscape, the giant eye floated high above the still desert. Suddenly it plummeted from the heavens and joined the likes of us mortals on the humble ground. It appeared to have found what it was searching for. It hovered about the entrance of a sandstone cave.
The Orbs light briefly faded as it entered the cave, but soon afterward, it re-emerged, pursued by a giant serpent. The ferocity of the serpent only detered the orb for a few brief moments before it ventured inside again. Alas, it's light gave away it's trespass, and it was persued. Still, the orb's determination did not falter.
What of value lied inside the cave, I still do not know. After several minutes, I followed the orb into the cave in order to understand its persistence. Unfortunately, before anything was revealed to me, the serpent appeared. The orb fled and I was left in darkness. I could not tell which way to run. Helpless...I was consumed by the serpent.
I awoke from my bed in a cold sweat. Probably just a nightmare from too much ale, I know. Still...the image of the serpent and the orb burns strong in my mind, even through these daylight hours. I have cast the images into runes as Starbolin and the elders have taught me.
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Beware of mixing their powers with those of the divine liquid. Nightmares are easily born of alcohol and scripting. As for myself, I am going to have a beer to ease my mind, and help me forget the torments of the previous night. Nevermore will I tamper with images of the divine.
In reply to Of Dreams, Spirits, and Scripts.. by ktross
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