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| Sitting down, finally able to clear her mind, Danae fell into a deep trance. She was aware only of the grey mist that often haunted her, reminding her of the memories that, despite her best efforts, remained hidden. Allowing her mind to roam this place of seemingly her own design, Danae was startled to hear a voice drawing her attention. Recognizing the presence, Danae murmured, "you honor me, my Lord Moradin..." A hint of laughter lingered in the air as Moradin noted the unusual formality with which Danae spoke, not much like her customary smile. "What troubles you so, Danae?" Moradin asked, his voice as soft as a whisper, one which could carry across the realm. Tugging on her left ear, Danae began to explain how she has learned much of her life before the mystics helped heal her, and how those memories seem nearlly complete. "Nearly complete, a key phrase," Moradin noted. "Yes, Lord Moradin...nearly. Of this realm I have remembered much, of when I was a cleric, of joining your faith, my friends. What I yearn for is knowledge of my parents and family...and for the knowledge of my death." Danae felt Moradin's presence searching her soul, he then spoke, "Memories of your parents and family would have come to you in time. Of your death-- this was to be spared you, one should only learn once of true death. You desire to learn of these things now, even after my telling you this?" "If you will allow it, yes." Danae tugged upon her earlobe again. "Then you shall know that which for you was pure joy and also true agony." With that, Danae was flooded with memories of her mother's stories and her father's songs, of gatherings of her family in a splendid room of crystal. Then she was struck with images of dark cliffs, memories of helplessness as well as intense pain. Danae felt again the icy chill of a dagger as it entered her heart. Only a moment had passed, but in it lay a lifetime of memories. Danae shuddered lightly and the grey mist, which had become a familar companion, melted away. Feeling weak, Danae cried silently, now knowing all that she had been searching for. Mentally thanking Lord Moradin, Danae got to her feet and only then realized that something was changed. |
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| O'er the mountain and under the sea, when the last lion roars, the last eagle is free. Though she may be old and worn, they will stare unbelievingly at the last unicorn ~ Song by Corea ~ |
| In folklore, pixies (or piskies) are little people who believed to live on the downs and moors of Cornwall, England. According to one myth, pixies were originally Druids who resisted Christianity, and the more they resisted the smaller they grew. Yet another myth tells of a race of people who were not good enough for heaven, nor bad enough for hell and were doomed to wander the earth forever. They love to steal horses and ponies and make nocturnal rides on their backs over the heaths and moors, while entangling the manes of the animals. Even inside houses people are not safe to their tricks, such as throwing small objects at the inhabitants. Although pixies like to play, they are hard workers as well. They work on the fields the entire night for some bread and cheese. |
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| knight Pronunciation: 'nIt Etymology: Middle English, from Old English cniht man-at-arms, boy, servant; akin to Old High German kneht youth, military follower Date: before 12th century a mounted man-at-arms serving a feudal superior; especially : a man ceremonially inducted into special military rank usually after completing service as page and squire a man honored by a sovereign for merit and in Great Britain ranking below a baronet ~a man devoted to the service of a lady~ ~as her attendant or champion~ |
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| There are many tales as to who and what a dream weaver really is...some say it is neither a he or she but simply a spirit who becomes embodied when ever there is need for a dream or story to set things right... *~* |
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| chiv�al�ry Pronunciation: 'shi-v&l-rE Etymology: Middle English chivalrie, from Middle French chevalerie, from chevalier knight Date: 14th century mounted men-at-arms martial valor knightly skill gallant or distinguished gentlemen the system, spirit, or customs of medieval knighthood the qualities of the ideal knight chivalrous conduct |
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| The Holy Grail It is written that after the last supper. the events of history found Christ being tried, and then crucified. A man known as Joseph of Arimathea received permission from Pontius Pilate to take the body of Christ to his own tomb for burial. Joseph of Arimathea was said to have also acquired the sacred cup that Jesus touched to his lips at the last supper. Joseph is said to have gathered the blood of the fallen Christ in that same chalice. The cup was taken by Joseph of Arimathea to what is now Great Britain and it remained in his possesion until he died, where it was handed down to succeeding generations of his family. One of Joseph's descendants became theFisher King,one became a hermit. According to how you read the "myth" There was at least one more generation. Exactly at what point in time the Knights Templar acquired possession of the Holy Grail and the final resting place can only be speculative as there are so many paths the grail could have taken. Some believe it to be in the Chalice Well in Glastonbury put there by Joseph of Arimathea. Others feel it may have been taken to Nova Scotia in 1398. Where is it? |
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| Excalibur "Excalibur is said to be the sword given to Arthur by the Lady of the Lake. Some say that Arthur gave it Gawain (one the Knights of the Round Table). After his last battle it was returned to the water where it was grasped by a hand and drawn under. Its scabbard prevented the user from losing blood. When Gawain fought the Mabon (a magician or a god) over the fairy Marsique, she obtained the scabbard for him but it later disappeared. The Welsh name for Excalibur was Caladvwlch and the Irish called it Caladbolg, the name of the sword used by heros in Irish legends derived from the calad (hard) and blog (lightning)." |
| May the light of Excalibur lead you to your destiny. |
| "This is the cup of my blood. It shall be shed for you and for all, so that sins may be forgiven" |