Τρίτη, 27 Μαΐου 2008

Den första andan

The night has the skies painted jet black. The soil of this god forsaken place is doomed to never feel the warm touch of the dim light of the stars above. Yet, an eerie, pale green aura surrounds every bark, making trees look like crystals... Dead silence reigns in this forest of fossilized horrors. Along with a grim sense of uneasiness...

Vehl kommt dy tel Merk Skauk!!!

You will find nobody here. You might only have the slightest misfortune to come across an old man's nightmare. Manifest in matter, yet unreal. A mere shadow, one of the likes which are to be found in the lunacies of a delusional... He wishes to tell you stories of his nation, long forgotten now... He wishes to grab you and throw you in the bottomless pit of the collective memory of his kinship... He wishes to show you his world... And though he dreams of her every night, he would not recall the dream the following day...

As you reach deeper inside the Murky Forest, the darkness becomes denser. Whispers you hear. The total silence of the place may have been abnormal... This sound though is unearthly horrifying. It's only whispers yes, however it is the first time you heard anything for so long. You have now come to realize that not even the sound of your footsteps reached your ears. But those whispers are clear. Let alone you have not seen anybody around... You turn the opposite way and start to run, yet the fossilized bark of a tree you so conveniently marked with your knife a while ago is nowhere to be found... You are confused and scared. You start to run to another direction. Yet the darkness becomes denser and the whisper louder...

"Vehl kommt dy tel Merk Skauk!!! Dy skjal finna ingene haer..."

The one who rests alone upon the Mighty Stone of The Murky Woods is pleased to be granted your company. Be warned though...

"Blodhundarna har vaert paa jakt ie dette glaumed reikt...!"

You might want not to wander alone a lot... You might want to just sit by him and listen to what he has to say. At least till the crack of dawn, when the strong sunlight will have more chances to penetrate this black wall of decadence. And you'd better paid attention to what he has to say... He is the last of his kind. He is the one tied in bronze chains. It will not be easy. He will speak to you in a language most ancient and unknown. Maybe even forgotten... But you have to pay attention...! Once you will comprehend the true meaning of his words, you will then be able to find your way out of this maze of fossils.

But now it's time for me to fly away and let him talk... I'll tell you this before I go though! We are the ones that give things their value...