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Day 140
It is still not over.
For these past days I have gone from my little tent outside, to the side of a spit where there is a shallow indent, sitting under a small overhand, my robe hung from a pointed rock
as a poor curtain. It has donethe rick in allowing me to hide. I've not been able to get something to eat. Some meat of the wasps come floating here. However, eating some makes me sick.
Teurzg please end this soon. Whatever this is for, please let it come to its resolution. Maybe I will find some confort in writing about my people. Anything for a distraction.
The Aogos wished nothing die, so they did not allow it. All beasts that died before were born again.
Some as other beasts, others as people. Elves, dwarves, and qin were
building fires, eating, and praying.
At this time they were still the children of the gods. They became tired of praying to that which they did not understand.
So they grew an army. Teurzg would learn death in life carries with it a sense of purpose with great assertion.
And so the children fought the gods in their way, climbing the banal rain, but when they reached the Far Halled Chamber,
they discovered no entryway. They knew no magic that would allow them in. The Aogos had always been, it seems,
commited to this place like a body to a crypt. The stones of its walls would not move. There was only silence there.
The children returned to the land. So began the struggle of the balance in our lives. We hold in us
the glory of Teurzg, but the need for the materials around us, and the stars in our ocean. We are bound to our brilliance.
This is our conflict, our strength, and our peace.
And so we built our own chamber - the Far Maze. The Elhannai found their religion there. Like the Hall,
it was a place most inaccessible to gathering for purposes other than prayer. The passages were long and symmetric,
but always split in three branches, as we are split in three.
Prayer grew and grew. In the Isles we were never for want of food or prayer, and though we had conflict, we dealt with it in our own way.
We spent most of our time praying to our god praying. It is still a little like that.
Then one day the first boats arrived. We had boats ourselves of course, but small ones. Many simply swam to the nearby islands in those days.
On the boats were people we could not understand. A few wished to war with us. Inside the Far Maze, they had difficulty accessing us.
When they would tire, we would offer all visitors help. It was our way.
It is said that it is a miracle that there was never a war in this time. In every other culture we meet, we know of great war in this era.
Perhaps Zoaraeos would not allow it. Maybe it was their holy ocean protecting us.
It was our golden age, truly, and perhaps why Elhannai still carry a spirit of optimism in living, culture, and accepting guests.
This is how we grew to accept all who came to us, all new gods, all new morals. Peace, I dare say.
In the ages beyond, the strength this grew would be tested. But for this time we met the shine suggested by the words Holy Isles. We really did.
I wish I could be there. I wish I could be gone from here. Teurzg hear me.
Hello little book.
It has been a while.
I thought to throw you away just now, but I like finishing things. Perhaps this will still be useful. You never know.
What can I say? Something conclusive. Oh, I should at least wrap up what's on Wasp. That would be good for people to know.
I don't expect I'll be the last sent there.
I have told this story now a few times to studied outsiders. People who know beasts. And that is where most of my insight comes from.
The shadow that loomed over me was a legendary animal. Some call it a Roc or a Garuda or Pheonix.
It was a god, I think. It flew on no gust, with wings the size of a city and a body the size of a continent.
It brought with it its own weather, a hot never ending wind smelling of old damp. And the light, the feel of things, felt a sort of bend.
All around it flew a great school of large and small birds, all predators. Every one of them in a fowl mood.
They come to Wasp because they are ready to feed.
And so they descended like a bloody rain on Wasp for more than a month. They daggered the giant things with their beaks and tallons, but
just as many were torn down on the terrible tiny place itself. Gryphons, Jaybirds, Arrowfeathers, and many flying things I did not recognize.
The rocks dripped with blood and droppings. The sound was all shriek and drone.
I could not sleep.
I had to hide for many days.
I never caught a full sight of any of this. What i experienced was mostly before, after, and only the start of the
then. A feathered army blotting out the sky, and tearing at me like I was an insect to scrape off a tree.
For a few days, I attempted to battle my way back up, only to eventually find that the birds collect all manner of things,
and they tilt off and drop from the great beast.
Soon the island was occupied by great columns, statues, weapons, bodies.
All manner of volley began to hit the little place. I am lucky that a tiny sliver of overhang rounded out, deflecting
the explosion of a great glass orb that shattered into the sea, spearing the fish, and the island, and dropping many beasts into the water.
I nearly starved. I nearly went deaf. One day it was over, and very few wasps remained.
The blessing of all of this, is when I emerged, my two guards had died. Destroyed by two great eggs.
All around me was twisting detritus and treasure. And with that I built my escape. I went west, as I suggest you do as well, if you are ever to come here.
A last note, I suppose, should come to my interest in god's and their religion. I do intend to find it still, yes. But I now find fortune quite more compelling than a maze.
It is still not over.
For these past days I have gone from my little tent outside, to the side of a spit where there is a shallow indent, sitting under a small overhand, my robe hung from a pointed rock
as a poor curtain. It has donethe rick in allowing me to hide. I've not been able to get something to eat. Some meat of the wasps come floating here. However, eating some makes me sick.
Teurzg please end this soon. Whatever this is for, please let it come to its resolution. Maybe I will find some confort in writing about my people. Anything for a distraction.
The Aogos wished nothing die, so they did not allow it. All beasts that died before were born again.
Some as other beasts, others as people. Elves, dwarves, and qin were
building fires, eating, and praying.
At this time they were still the children of the gods. They became tired of praying to that which they did not understand.
So they grew an army. Teurzg would learn death in life carries with it a sense of purpose with great assertion.
And so the children fought the gods in their way, climbing the banal rain, but when they reached the Far Halled Chamber,
they discovered no entryway. They knew no magic that would allow them in. The Aogos had always been, it seems,
commited to this place like a body to a crypt. The stones of its walls would not move. There was only silence there.
The children returned to the land. So began the struggle of the balance in our lives. We hold in us
the glory of Teurzg, but the need for the materials around us, and the stars in our ocean. We are bound to our brilliance.
This is our conflict, our strength, and our peace.
And so we built our own chamber - the Far Maze. The Elhannai found their religion there. Like the Hall,
it was a place most inaccessible to gathering for purposes other than prayer. The passages were long and symmetric,
but always split in three branches, as we are split in three.
Prayer grew and grew. In the Isles we were never for want of food or prayer, and though we had conflict, we dealt with it in our own way.
We spent most of our time praying to our god praying. It is still a little like that.
Then one day the first boats arrived. We had boats ourselves of course, but small ones. Many simply swam to the nearby islands in those days.
On the boats were people we could not understand. A few wished to war with us. Inside the Far Maze, they had difficulty accessing us.
When they would tire, we would offer all visitors help. It was our way.
It is said that it is a miracle that there was never a war in this time. In every other culture we meet, we know of great war in this era.
Perhaps Zoaraeos would not allow it. Maybe it was their holy ocean protecting us.
It was our golden age, truly, and perhaps why Elhannai still carry a spirit of optimism in living, culture, and accepting guests.
This is how we grew to accept all who came to us, all new gods, all new morals. Peace, I dare say.
In the ages beyond, the strength this grew would be tested. But for this time we met the shine suggested by the words Holy Isles. We really did.
I wish I could be there. I wish I could be gone from here. Teurzg hear me.
Hello little book.
It has been a while.
I thought to throw you away just now, but I like finishing things. Perhaps this will still be useful. You never know.
What can I say? Something conclusive. Oh, I should at least wrap up what's on Wasp. That would be good for people to know.
I don't expect I'll be the last sent there.
I have told this story now a few times to studied outsiders. People who know beasts. And that is where most of my insight comes from.
The shadow that loomed over me was a legendary animal. Some call it a Roc or a Garuda or Pheonix.
It was a god, I think. It flew on no gust, with wings the size of a city and a body the size of a continent.
It brought with it its own weather, a hot never ending wind smelling of old damp. And the light, the feel of things, felt a sort of bend.
All around it flew a great school of large and small birds, all predators. Every one of them in a fowl mood.
They come to Wasp because they are ready to feed.
And so they descended like a bloody rain on Wasp for more than a month. They daggered the giant things with their beaks and tallons, but
just as many were torn down on the terrible tiny place itself. Gryphons, Jaybirds, Arrowfeathers, and many flying things I did not recognize.
The rocks dripped with blood and droppings. The sound was all shriek and drone.
I could not sleep.
I had to hide for many days.
I never caught a full sight of any of this. What i experienced was mostly before, after, and only the start of the
then. A feathered army blotting out the sky, and tearing at me like I was an insect to scrape off a tree.
For a few days, I attempted to battle my way back up, only to eventually find that the birds collect all manner of things,
and they tilt off and drop from the great beast.
Soon the island was occupied by great columns, statues, weapons, bodies.
All manner of volley began to hit the little place. I am lucky that a tiny sliver of overhang rounded out, deflecting
the explosion of a great glass orb that shattered into the sea, spearing the fish, and the island, and dropping many beasts into the water.
I nearly starved. I nearly went deaf. One day it was over, and very few wasps remained.
The blessing of all of this, is when I emerged, my two guards had died. Destroyed by two great eggs.
All around me was twisting detritus and treasure. And with that I built my escape. I went west, as I suggest you do as well, if you are ever to come here.
A last note, I suppose, should come to my interest in god's and their religion. I do intend to find it still, yes. But I now find fortune quite more compelling than a maze.