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Updated 1 December 2002. Poems, Prose, Songs, Short Stories, Drawings, and the like are what's highlighted here.
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"The Commencement"
--the late Jerr Keigh
(Editor's Note: This scene, originally published in the Crystal Shores Journals, was the first off-shore death attributable to the tragedies of Crystal Shores Lost.)
:: He awakes for his duties on the vessel, with a -thump- as he rolls out of his hammock. He stumbles to his feet, and makes his way onto the deck, tripping all the way. Something's not right about the man this day.
He goes about tying riggings and checking sails, when a sandbag lets loose above and comes careening down, hitting him squarely on the top of his skull. Down he goes, crumpling beneath it.
By rights...his skull should've split and shattered..but instead, his skull swells, the throbbing being seen by those around him who'd come to be nosy, to see if he's dead or not..his skull now grows to thrice its size, and when he opens his eye, it has no iris anymore. That space is now translucent, a stark contrast to the blood engorging the white of his eye and leaking through the socket.
He begins to scream incoherently, holding the sides of his head. Some of the more seasoned crewmen also scream, seeing this...and one runs to get the Captain.
Jerr Keigh stops screaming and is down on a knee. The incoherency stops..and with his blind, bloody eye, spins around and chants in a voice not his own:
"I tell a tale of Crystal Shores, the Isle which will be no more, if what I see will come to be..Two sleeping giants gather breath. They spew out fire, mud and pain. And nothing is the same again. The Elder will false promise make, with soothing words for talking's sake. Then our land will be no more, with ills as never seen before."
:: His enormous skull thumps with his quickening heartbeat..faster and faster the throbbing can be seen...
...and explodes with a loud "CRACK", leaving any around spattered in blood and bone fragments..
His headless corpse falls to the deck. ::
"What We Knew"
By: IndecisiveGM
What we knew..
Once upon a time, there was a land called Crystal Shores.
The citizens knew many things, but these things were for sure.
The island breeze would always be sweet, unless downwind from a latrine,
And Donk was always a sarcastic jerk, but he kept the Pleasuredome clean.
You never had to go far to wet your appetite for women,
Men all know that on the docks is where the best "service" was given.
The Bayside Bazaar in the heart, of the town boasted a shop of every kind,
And Wonderland is where you go when you finally lose your mind.
Many faces came and went, but one thing remained the same.
It was a home to all and much more then just a game.
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Featured Journal Entry
Chosen by: ExiledGM
Many Islanders were plagued by nightmares when the chaos started, but a scene by Rosalyn on the Journals Board stood out, touching on fears that not only may haunt the colonists in their dreams, but might become reality if one acts too late. For your perusal, we offer a scene by the character, Rosalyn Lovine.
Preparations continue...
Rosalyn rubs her eyes, and yawns. She's in her room now gathering clothing and packing it away. Its been a long day/night, a sleepless one thus far. She's felt so far behind in her preparations she couldn't bring herself to sleep while so much needed done. The medical supplies are packed in a large wooden box marked " Rosalyn Lovine or Jane Maichen Carazzi ONLY" It wouldn't do any good to have anybody tamper with the supplies, various salves,and things that some may not know what to do with. Food has been sorted out into categories for packing, and she's racked her brain all day for what else to bring.
Yawning again she takes a seat in the chair in her room, she tells herself it just for the moment, she'll continue working again, but in moments she's got her eyes closed and her thoughts begin to drift.....
~Rosalyn heads up the path through the bazaar, a smile on on her face,she wears her favorite lilac colored sundress. She can feel the sun kissing her skin as she walks and she can't recall feeling more at peace. She looks around noticing the overall emptiness of everything, the Pleasuredome stands tall, but yet it seems to quiet. She decides to stop and have a nice glass of juice and maybe a bite to eat, or just find some friendly conversation. She walks through the door, and her eyes go wide. The scent of death hangs in the air and suddenly she feels cold all over.
Sitting at the tables in the dome are various patrons of the island, each distinctly somebody that she knows, yet they are very much dead, their faces distorted and bodies half eaten. She spots Xanthia, and the dead Lyrias is seated on top of the bar in her usual spot. She goes to each person in a maddened search to find somebody alive and help them. At the bar seated at his usual stool is Alterio the junior, as dead as the rest, his hair matted with blood and skin peeling from his face. Even Donk leans againest the bar top, the huge minotaur a mere shell of his former self. Rosalyn sucks in a breath and runs to the offices, throwing open all the doors which are for some reason unlocked.
She sees the office that Cipriana decorated in pink and Cipriana herself is there with her cats, all dead. The next office has Jane and baby Paul, the baby laying in its mothers arms, both the same as the rest. Rosalyn runs out of the dome, breathing heavily now, panicked in her search for a living human being.
She runs to the meat market, she needs to find Embrich. Panting she finds her way there quickly and nearly breaks the door off its hinges trying to get inside. Then she sees him, her back to her, looking as alive as ever, she rushes to him and wraps her arms around him. He crumbles in her hands and falls to the floor in a pile of body parts. A scream gets stuck in her throat and she runs on through the bazaar to Clemont Stables, she fears the worst and hopes for at least somebody she can help.
Inside the stench of death is at its worst and as she looks around she sees all the horses, dead, thier flesh practically turned inside out. Standing idly appearing as if grooming a horse is Charquin, the Elder at her side, they wear smiles on their nearly destroyed faces. Charquin's hair nearly gone, her teeth yellowed and falling out, the elder is missing half of his head, and bugs swarm on them. Rosalyn turns and runs away from the stables, running and running, the screams that wouldn't come before now come full force as she finds herself at the beach, mermaids lay dead on the beach, their bodies much the same as the rest, she runs into the water screaming...~
Rosalyn wakes up screaming in the dark, still in the chair she drifted off in. The images in her head are to vivid for her to believe its all a dream and her body convulses with sobs.
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