Streaming Translation Active (Italian, antiquary 16th c.?) Fragmentary He has returned. For many years now, following the events that led to the collection and sequestration of my most dangerous musings, I have been free of my shadowy companion. Now, in the winter of my life, as I grow frail with the infirmities of age, he emerges, partly, from the shadows again.
This time, there is a difference. He does not seek to fill my mind with dire premonitions. This time feels more like... companionship. I believe he senses that I am nearer the end of my journey than the beginning, and he has been making modifications to my solitary home here on this remote cliff.
There was a terrific battle in the place depicted here, where the last of the dark forces were destroyed in the fire and smoke of Mount Vesuvius. There was a brief eruption that destroyed nearly all traces of their evil workings. Nearly all. S'bhuth had salvaged mechanisms and materials from their hastily constructed fortress, and used them in this place to give me comfort in my fading years. Warm air with no fire, water with no well, light with no flame. I do not understand all of the workings of these marvels, but I do not need to. I am comfortable - and safe.
I tried to capture a glimpse of my companion. Sometimes, I can almost see more clearly at the margins of vision than at the focus. Is there a face in the strange shape? Or am I seeing a visage in smoke; a landscape in a stain; a trick of the mind as it struggles to see the familiar in the unknown.
Although he tells me the danger is past, the adventures finished, and the errors in time have been corrected, he tells me that reality has been fractured slightly in the process. The rift will heal itself in short order, but in the meantime, there is no telling where - or when - you will have experiences. Will you fight in this familiar reality, or in one darker and stranger, full of malign entities hard to describe. Will you witness what could have happened, but didn't? Things to come, or alternate possibilities? See a reality different than our own?
These adventures will eventually be lost in time, as if they never happened. History will only record the one chain of choices and actions that connect the past to the future, and all alternate possibilities will fade forever, except in your mind. They will be lost levels of reality in your memory.
Streaming Translation Active (Italian, antiquary 16th c.?) Fragmentary He has returned. For many years now, following the events that led to the collection and sequestration of my most dangerous musings, I have been free of my shadowy companion. Now, in the winter of my life, as I grow frail with the infirmities of age, he emerges, partly, from the shadows again.
This time, there is a difference. He does not seek to fill my mind with dire premonitions. This time feels more like... companionship. I believe he senses that I am nearer the end of my journey than the beginning, and he has been making modifications to my solitary home here on this remote cliff.
There was a terrific battle in the place depicted here, where the last of the dark forces were destroyed in the fire and smoke of Mount Vesuvius. There was a brief eruption that destroyed nearly all traces of their evil workings. Nearly all. S'bhuth had salvaged mechanisms and materials from their hastily constructed fortress, and used them in this place to give me comfort in my fading years. Warm air with no fire, water with no well, light with no flame. I do not understand all of the workings of these marvels, but I do not need to. I am comfortable - and safe.
I tried to capture a glimpse of my companion. Sometimes, I can almost see more clearly at the margins of vision than at the focus. Is there a face in the strange shape? Or am I seeing a visage in smoke; a landscape in a stain; a trick of the mind as it struggles to see the familiar in the unknown.
Although he tells me the danger is past, the adventures finished, and the errors in time have been corrected, he tells me that reality has been fractured slightly in the process. The rift will heal itself in short order, but in the meantime, there is no telling where - or when - you will have experiences. Will you fight in this familiar reality, or in one darker and stranger, full of malign entities hard to describe. Will you witness what could have happened, but didn't? Things to come, or alternate possibilities? See a reality different than our own?
These adventures will eventually be lost in time, as if they never happened. History will only record the one chain of choices and actions that connect the past to the future, and all alternate possibilities will fade forever, except in your mind. They will be lost levels of reality in your memory.
interlevel teleports
