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Post by Shadoweaver on Nov 28, 2003 2:57:50 GMT -5
(cont. from Ponyville)
Shadoweaver twitched her tail and glanced over her shoulder. "Interesting, isn't it?"
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Nov 28, 2003 10:52:13 GMT -5
"Very," Freon replied as he stopped and starred. It really did look like a miniature castle.
"It is very lovely."
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Post by Shadoweaver on Nov 29, 2003 3:43:38 GMT -5
Shadoweaver didn't quite smile, but she certainly perked up and seemed quite pleased. "I designed it myself. There's plenty of room...as I said earlier, the two of you can stay here as long as you like. It's quiet enough. I need it that way..." She trailed off, then shook her head. "Feel free to explore. There's a library upstairs, and all the bedrooms are up there. The only room I request you stay out of when I'm not around is the small room just off the library. The pool of rainbow water is very pretty...but I had it hauled all the way down here from the Northlands, and I don't care to go get more!" She rolled her eyes playfully, but in truth the water was much more than pretty. "Actually it's rather nice...I can show it to you if you want." It wasn't something she should really show off, but she couldn't help it... "It's a genuine scrying pool."
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Nov 29, 2003 23:27:18 GMT -5
So she was from the North also, Freon's ears perked at that, wondering just whereabout it might be. "I would like to see it if it's not much trouble." Anything from the Northlands was worth seeing in his opinion, even if only for keeping the homesickness away.
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Post by Shadoweaver on Dec 3, 2003 3:28:56 GMT -5
Shadoweaver lead the way upstairs, through the library with its shelves of leather-bound books (some appearing quite normal, others with runes and a slight glow about them) to a thick, metal bound wooden door.
She murmured something under her breath, then pushed it open with her shoulder. It gave way with creaking protest, revealing a dim room lit only by the pool.
The scrying pool resided in a simple stone bowl on a plain oak table. There was nothing else in the room save for a couple of cushions that served as seating.
The waters should have been still. Instead they swirled gently, in muted colors of the rainbow. A faint mist hovered above the surface...a warm mist that seeped into your bones, lulling you into a calmness.
There was no hint at its dark beginings--nothing to show that the waters had been formed of sacrafice, death, and the blessings of a forgotton god. Shadoweaver approached the bowl with a quiet reverence, and without thinking, began to spin its tale.
"The waters here hail from the Northlands...from a pool at the base of a tower formed of seemless obsidian. It was formed two thousand years ago, back when true magic was common and mages ruled most of pony kind." The flutter stared into its depths and spoke in a storyteller's lyric tones. "Then the mages began to war upon each other. Black mage against white, with shadow mages struggling to maintain some form of balance. At last it came to be that most were gone, except for three. The black mage raised a great army and sent it to the Northlands, planning to crush the other mages, and all of the world beneath his heels. But the last remaining shadow mage, Liadon, prayed to find a way to stop them. And back in this time of old gods, one answered--the god of just war and sacrafice. He shared with her the secret of how to harness ones own death energy, and so it was that when the army's mass blackened the horizon, Liadon met them alone outside her tower. For days they simply milled and watched as the grey mage tortured her own flesh, darkly fascinated and not knowing how to react. Then as they considered marching onward to put an end to it themselves, Liadon sliced her throat and spilled the last of her blood on the ground. When the final drop hit, a great shockwave erupted from her body. It was enough to carve a hole in the earth miles deep...and to slaughter every single member of the dark army. In the silence that followed, water rushed into the depression where the body lay...water touched by the rainbow of light itself, for it swirled with the brightest of colors. The god who had helped stood on the edge of the new lake and spoke--"
Shadoweaver's narration was suddenly interupted by a deeper, gravelly voice.
"You shall be remembered, Grey Lady. Let this pool be blessed--all who enter its waters shall become guardians of this land. They shall be able to gaze into its depths and see all that take place, so that they may be for all of their kind, a warning of darkness. May they also be granted the longetivity to see the patterns of life..."
Shadoweaver lifted her head and gazed into the dark eyes of Tyr, who had just winked into the room.
"And then he turned towards Liadon's daughter," Shadoweaver picked up the thread of the tale as if she had not been interrupted. "Who had observed the entire ordeal and assisted in her mother's end. And he said to her, you shall be the first...and she walked into the water, and from that day forth was Aedeminar, the immortal watcher. It is from her that I recieved this water...though diminished in powers so far from its source, all can still be seen from its depths." She suddenly gave herself a violent shake, then looked at the grye unicorn in bafflement.
"What are you doing here, Tyr?"
Tyr sighed softly. "Escaping a pony who insisted on talking about pastries..." He glanced towards Freon, wondering how he'd take Shadoweaver's well-spun tale.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Dec 13, 2003 12:35:02 GMT -5
(hehe, I had a whole post written up in my head, but appearantly I neglected to write it down here, so here's to making another one!)
It was certianly not what Freon had expected, and the sudden presence of the other pony was slightly uncomfortable to him, but the two seemed to have an understanding, so Freon stayed silent and still. When they were finished speaking they started talking as if nothing were strange about it - just simply chattering about everyday stuff after their huge tale.
Freon stayed silent until the male looked at him, he nodded his hello, then turned to Shadoweaver. "In all my life in the Northlands I had never heard that tale, thank you for that."
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Post by Shadoweaver on Dec 14, 2003 18:16:03 GMT -5
Shadoweaver almost smiled. "It's an old tale....while written down, the pages that once held it have long sense crumbled to dust. So many fascinating bits of history have been lost that way..."
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