Lone Night
Traveling the Realm is a safe and enjoyable experience. As a Tourist, I have had many years of just such experiences, and upon occation, I have not.
I find myself writing what could be my last submission for the TSR, but nonethless, even though my life is in the deepest of peril, I find solace in the fulfillment of my responsiblities and obligations to my esteemed professional body and Her Most Glorious Will and Light.
The night is deep and full of stars. Of the twins, no sign, so perhaps we could agree that is was darker then most, which frankly is only to my benefit as I hide in the shadows of a hill.
I find myself in this position, without regrett, because the Why of Things led me to a small community just to the north of the River Bleed. Perhaps a days walk.
In my time with the caravan of carts, I stumbled into a converation relating the strange tale of a community that other Citizen's found ... off. None of the citizens I talked to knew of the community, but a few knew others who had been through the community and they mentioned that they did not feel safe while in the community. And, that, we must admit, is very strange indeed. I found myself asking ... the Why of Things. How does a community within Her most Glorious Realm...become off? Or, is this just more ignorance and childishness told around cook pots and wash bins?
I took my leave of the cart carvan and began to walk in the direction I was told.
I came upon the community, whose name is Arran's Vilee, and they welcomed me well enough. They appeared to be a pleasant people of farmers, hunters, and crafters. But it soon became apparent, what other Citzens had felt regarding this community.
They had no school.
They had no representative of the Brotherhood Medicaments.
They spoke not of Her Will or Law.
They mentioned not Her Will Manifest, the Paragons.
And, it was clear as I paid more attention to what was not spoken of, that they cared not for Her Glory or Her Illuminations. They did not even have a single copy of Little Statutes for Girls and Boys.
The more time I spent in the community the more it was evident that these people had fallen into Darkness and Divergence.
Upon occation the Why of Things places a Tourist in a perilous condition. This was such a case.
During my one evening there, I determined via careful observation, charm and wit, that this community had discovered historical artifacts and documentation from thousands of years past. Documents of a Divergent-sect, and they, in their poor insepid ignorance, had begun to follow them rather then benefit from Her Wisdoms and Gifts.
I would have been able to leave safely the next morning, if not for a small child, whom I thought to be daft of the mind, but who was in fact more cunning and a truer servant of Darkness then I thought possible.
The child discovered my intentions to leave and place the location of the community in the hands of the Paragons as is my duty. This lead to my hastened and improvized exit from confinment, with nothing by my note book and personal items. You see, they had locked me in a shed to allow them to debate their possible options. Many of them I am certain ended with my own end.
That is how I find myself hiding in the dark understars behind a hill while a troupe of men and women intending to cause my death search for me.
Logically, I should cast away my note books before they find me in the small hope that a civilized person will find them, but I must admit a reluctance.
I find myself writing what could be my last submission for the TSR, but nonethless, even though my life is in the deepest of peril, I find solace in the fulfillment of my responsiblities and obligations to my esteemed professional body and Her Most Glorious Will and Light.
The night is deep and full of stars. Of the twins, no sign, so perhaps we could agree that is was darker then most, which frankly is only to my benefit as I hide in the shadows of a hill.
I find myself in this position, without regrett, because the Why of Things led me to a small community just to the north of the River Bleed. Perhaps a days walk.
In my time with the caravan of carts, I stumbled into a converation relating the strange tale of a community that other Citizen's found ... off. None of the citizens I talked to knew of the community, but a few knew others who had been through the community and they mentioned that they did not feel safe while in the community. And, that, we must admit, is very strange indeed. I found myself asking ... the Why of Things. How does a community within Her most Glorious Realm...become off? Or, is this just more ignorance and childishness told around cook pots and wash bins?
I took my leave of the cart carvan and began to walk in the direction I was told.
I came upon the community, whose name is Arran's Vilee, and they welcomed me well enough. They appeared to be a pleasant people of farmers, hunters, and crafters. But it soon became apparent, what other Citzens had felt regarding this community.
They had no school.
They had no representative of the Brotherhood Medicaments.
They spoke not of Her Will or Law.
They mentioned not Her Will Manifest, the Paragons.
And, it was clear as I paid more attention to what was not spoken of, that they cared not for Her Glory or Her Illuminations. They did not even have a single copy of Little Statutes for Girls and Boys.
The more time I spent in the community the more it was evident that these people had fallen into Darkness and Divergence.
Upon occation the Why of Things places a Tourist in a perilous condition. This was such a case.
During my one evening there, I determined via careful observation, charm and wit, that this community had discovered historical artifacts and documentation from thousands of years past. Documents of a Divergent-sect, and they, in their poor insepid ignorance, had begun to follow them rather then benefit from Her Wisdoms and Gifts.
I would have been able to leave safely the next morning, if not for a small child, whom I thought to be daft of the mind, but who was in fact more cunning and a truer servant of Darkness then I thought possible.
The child discovered my intentions to leave and place the location of the community in the hands of the Paragons as is my duty. This lead to my hastened and improvized exit from confinment, with nothing by my note book and personal items. You see, they had locked me in a shed to allow them to debate their possible options. Many of them I am certain ended with my own end.
That is how I find myself hiding in the dark understars behind a hill while a troupe of men and women intending to cause my death search for me.
Logically, I should cast away my note books before they find me in the small hope that a civilized person will find them, but I must admit a reluctance.
Submission: Historical Culture of Current Influence Today (HCCIT)
Location: Behind a nameless hill beside the River Bleed.
Date: Wens-it, 27 of 156 of the 54Rs.
Search the AEAO (Anything Everywhere Allatonce) for this entry.
Location: Behind a nameless hill beside the River Bleed.
Date: Wens-it, 27 of 156 of the 54Rs.
Search the AEAO (Anything Everywhere Allatonce) for this entry.
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