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![]() My feet were covered with sand and my eyes stared out across the water. I was sitting cross-legged on the beach. The wind was tossing around the locks of my hair. Troubled thoughts kept racing through my brain. Sadness at the loss of the tranquility of the Sister Isle. Anger at the greed of the real estate developers. Frustration at the uncaring attitude of the server developers and my fellow gamers who could let this happen. But the thought that surprisingly seemed to be most pervasive was "what happened to the elven lass".
Many years prior when we were both teens, we had met and fallen in love on this island. As was destined to happen, our summer holidays had ended and we went our separate ways... I to the west to the half elven community in Freeport and she to the east to her wood elven people in Kelethin. We had never seen each other again. The years had wiped her name from my mind but it was impossible for it to remove her face. Or her voice. Or the way her skin felt. I returned here recently to try to recapture the memories and feelings of my childhood only to find that the Sisters of the Sister Isle had sold out and were allowing real estate investors to commercialize their little paradise. Signs were already up announcing the future timeshare condominiums that were soon to be built and encouraging entrepreneurs to acquire commercial space while it was still available. A sign just like the one behind me that now stood where a palm tree had once stood. A palm tree under which the elven lass and I had made love. We had carved our names and a heart into the trunk of that tree and with our hands upon that carving, we made a youthful promise to keep in touch and to find each other again someday. I wished again for the millionth time that I could remember her name. I picked up a shell from from the sand next to me and hurled it into the water in frustration. And then another. And another. "That won't fix anything", said a soft voice behind me. I turned my head quickly to find the owner of the voice. The speaker was an elderly halfling dressed all in worn leathers carrying a long wooden staff. His hair was shaggy and a salt and pepper gray. The small man approached me with slow, shuffling steps until he stood right behind where I sat on the beach. Then he walked past me to the ocean. "See?" He asked me, gesturing with his staff at several white objects being pushed by the waves onto beach. They were the shells that I had been hurling into the ocean brought right back to me by the rhythmic crashing of of the waves. His implication was clear to me. "My efforts were of no use to actually solving my problems." He was right, of course. But who asked him?!?!?! "Thanks Yoda..." I responded insolently. He did not seem offended. Instead of getting angry he grinned playfully and in an impression of the old, green Jedi master said, "Fix anything, that won't." Okay. That was funny. And before I could stop myself, I found myself laughing at the sight of a little old halfling using a Yoda voice. "By the way", he said. "What is that tattoo on your butt? Is it an Erudite holding a sword?" "No. It's a..." I trailed off. I was wearing my Mystic Koada'Dal Greaves. How could he even see my butt? Light started to drip from his fingers as he began to cast a spell. I jumped to my feet warily and deftly drew my swords from their scabbards on my hips. A moment later, where the old man stood had been now stood a large palm tree. A Druid! In the blink of an eye, the old halfling man stood before me again. "What's the meaning of this?!?!" I demanded. "How do you know about the tattoo on my butt?!?!?!" Without saying a word, the old man lifted the bottom flap of his tunic exposing the skin of his stomach. There on his stomach was an unmistakable scar. The scar was in the shape of two names and a heart. One of those names was mine. The other was the name of the wood elf lass. "Shantara", it said. At last! Her name! Then it hit me. The only way he could have that scar is if he was... he was... My swords dropped from my shocked fingers and landed on the beach with muted thuds. Then my arms wrapped around my middle as I fell to my knees and began vomiting violently into the sand on that beach in the Ocean of Tears.
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Heathcliff Huxtable Member of <Kittens Who Say Meow> Retired Original Guild Leader of <Anonymous> Heathcliff - 60 Bard | Carkle - 60 Cleric 58 Ranger | 56 Shaman 54 Rogue | 54 Shadow Knight 51 Bard | 50 Paladin | 50 Warrior 41 Wizard | 40 Bard | 20 Magician | ||
Last edited by Carkle Jackson; 09-06-2017 at 02:55 PM..
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![]() OP is named after a Bill Cosby character. So, here's a link for u.
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![]() Thank you!
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Laeelane - Human Monk - Disciple of the 14th level, Ashen Order - <Cracked Staff Artisans >
Sanbanya - Half-Elf Warrior - 8 Wenglaern - Human Wizard - 12 < Auld Lang Syne > Catastilye - Gnome Necro - 4 Sabany - Half-Elf Warrior - 8 - < Auld Lang Syne > Aaemo - Erudite Shadow Knight - 6 - < Auld Lang Syne > Borbama - Troll Shaman - 2 Keibrariza - Iksar Warrior - 4 < Auld Lang Syne > | |||
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![]() Well... the palm tree was indeed a Druid... but what happened to the elven lass ?????
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Laeelane - Human Monk - Disciple of the 14th level, Ashen Order - <Cracked Staff Artisans >
Sanbanya - Half-Elf Warrior - 8 Wenglaern - Human Wizard - 12 < Auld Lang Syne > Catastilye - Gnome Necro - 4 Sabany - Half-Elf Warrior - 8 - < Auld Lang Syne > Aaemo - Erudite Shadow Knight - 6 - < Auld Lang Syne > Borbama - Troll Shaman - 2 Keibrariza - Iksar Warrior - 4 < Auld Lang Syne > | ||
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![]() I can't wait...
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Laeelane - Human Monk - Disciple of the 14th level, Ashen Order - <Cracked Staff Artisans >
Sanbanya - Half-Elf Warrior - 8 Wenglaern - Human Wizard - 12 < Auld Lang Syne > Catastilye - Gnome Necro - 4 Sabany - Half-Elf Warrior - 8 - < Auld Lang Syne > Aaemo - Erudite Shadow Knight - 6 - < Auld Lang Syne > Borbama - Troll Shaman - 2 Keibrariza - Iksar Warrior - 4 < Auld Lang Syne > | ||
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