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Orie - Satyrical Flame
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This search, this errand, is perhaps a terrible idea. Why did I think I could undertake such a thing. There is a beast, come from the forrest like the black beast I have fought before, but smarter, talking, and white. He knows. He knows I found the stone, the orb of the gods hidden deep in the wilds. He knows I played the songs, though I don't know if he knows why. He came to the village and tracked me down. And I would have fought him. One of us would have killed the other. I would have probably died again. But now I want to find him. Is this power I feel part of some curse? Is Faermorne laughing at me from the beyond? I won't be anyone's hound, not for anything. I AM NOT a beast. A monster maybe, but I am not one of those things. I fear these changes I feel. I feel it all the time now, pulling, calling me to the wilds. Maybe I should go back to Esterwell. Maybe I should I DONT RUN. I stand. I STAND. I know what I believe in. And I will hold fast through the fire and through the gale. I AM Horace Lyndsay, I am the one that stands and fights.
I am the one that loves.
Orie - A horse named Necessity
I have not had much luck with my reconnaissance efforts in Esterwell. That goes without saying since the colossal failure that my mission there has become. I was relatively certain that Isabella lived in the same apartment building as me. But I never found any sign of a mallorn tree living in the building. I knew I might have better luck finding the other items from the dream, and so with help from an odd patron of the bar, I rode out to my old stomping grounds. He was happy to have the company and it was on his way, he said. I hardly had any time to see the sights, and there was hardly anything I remembered, but I was happy to find that most of the wilderness I had known as a youth was relatively untouched. When I saw Miller's barn for the first time in a few years, and then by way of my strand-travel making it something like a century, I was shocked. The metal of the round top had succumbed to oxidation in an admirable fashion, but the planking was lifeless grey. Nothing but lifeless grey, and we used to have such lively times there. I had managed to find a horse and boarding stable, thanks to the wonderful smart-phone and its internet. She is aptly named Necessity, though I'm calling her Nessy. It was a few miles ride to Miller's,Ā and then on down paved roads to what I could most nearly associate with my holler. Despite signs saying the land belonged to some corporation I couldn't discern, I rode into the wilderness and on and on until by twilight, little bluish floating spirits appeared. I took these to be willow (will-o?) wisps, since that's roughly how the internet described them. I followed them from one to another as darkness closed in, and by the light of my lantern alone, my known world within the small bubble of its light changed. When a cluster of the wisps seemed to float up and dance around me, I thanked them emphatically, and was greeted by a demifae and knew I had somehow made the passage. The demifae and I shared no common language, but I did my best to make myself understood as I greeted it. I couldn't help but feel like it was familiar with me somehow. Arriving here was bittersweet. I wasn't able to find Dyisi though I left her a scribbled letter. I miss her with a great weight that I hadn't expected. It seems like sorrow and longing are my particular burden in life. It was however a great relief to find Mysthaven had had flourished while I was away. That is a great comfort to say the least.
Orie- White Queen Revisited
I was having some stupid dream where I was splitting wood by my house. The sky was red and cloudy, and it was like the war was going on all around me. I thought I woke up, but I was still in my dream land. When I turned, there was another world to one side growing all around me into my dream. I felt awake, and suddenly dumfounded when I saw a woman, who was many women, even appearing as my beloved at one point. She seemed to resolve, and then I recognized Faermorn, my White Queen. "Corporal Horace Lyndsayā¦" She whispered
I was confused as can be. āWhat is this, and how can it be? This canāt simply be a dream.ā I paused for a moment, and moved closer. āCan it really be you, the one who made my heart to feel again?ā
She replied, āThis place is within you, Corporal. It is within everyone, if they know where to look.ā She held out her hands to me and I held them in mine. āI am everyone, everythingā¦ā She sighed.Ā āBut here and now, for this moment, I am just meā¦.because of you. As your heart sees meā¦Your destiny awaitsā¦there are many paths. A soldier without a warā¦or a warrior seeking a higher causeā¦Where does your heart lead you, Orie?ā
I was almost crying when I heard her words. "I have missed you, and thought you were gone forever. Like so many things I have had to give away to time and fate. But here you are, and you are a treasure, surely. My words fall short; I cannot compliment something so far and away from the compass of language. You are the most perfect thing I have ever beheld.ā The dream world distorted like my former dream was trying to take over.Ā āIn this place, must I still be changed? I am human, and that means something to me. I may be cursed to never see my home again, maybe never to die, but I am a man. Fate and destiny have never been my concern; I have always lived for the day. Separated from my love, death was my only wish. I am no coward, understand? And so the soldier became my means to that end. Violence was always something I abhorred, and I do still. My hands are strangely gifted to be just as mortiferous as they are productive in creation. The desire of my heart had been to love, and be loved. You sparked in me that desire once again. I would love you and have pined so in your absence. I almost wish I had put myself aside, let you change me. What would you wish from me? What would you make of my destiny?ā
She seemed more human by the time she answered. "This place is where your truest self exists, what is most central to your soul. But even here Fate will find you, whether you will it or no. Life is the gift given unconditionally to all creatures, great and smallā¦Life is change, a flow of time in the sea of all- ā¦It is up to you, to all living things, what paths to take, what choices to make, with the life given to youā¦ But there are tides that ebb and flow across all Creation in which many are swept upā¦." She seemed closer now. , "I cannot tell you what your heart desires most. Only you can know the truth of itā¦The most important choice is what shall guide youā¦..Loveā¦or its lack, in your life's journey, Orieā¦" She kissed me.
I embraced her, cheek to cheek. āIf you would have me, I would follow you to the ends of the Earth, or whatever place we find ourselves. We would belong to us, and no one else and there would be no question of soldier, warrior, lover. I would be what you needed, what you wanted and all that for as long as I draw breath.ā
āI am your dream here, Orie.. Here I can be whatever you wish of me, here and nowā¦ To give love and give light back into your heartā¦I could show you so many things both wondrous and strangeā¦ We could stay here forever, you and Iā¦ But I am More now. To truly follow me you too would have to become More. To no longer stand still, waiting for what comes. To choose a path to fate. To step from your dream here and choose to live your life again.ā
āWhat must I do? How can I love you?ā I had a moment of doubt, recognizing her fae nature. āIf you were to love me--would you change the thing you loved? Am I somehow inadequate, undeserving as I am? Or must I change for some other purpose?ā
She answered me so sweetly. āYou are stronger than you know, Orie. You carry within you a greater potential than you realize or accept. You have lost everything but your life and your misery yet you cling to what remains, looking away from the futureā¦..The moment you stepped from the carnage of your war into the realm of the wyld, you were changed by that act whether you knew it or not. Every encounter and circumstance along your journey has brought change and the choice of what you shall do and be. Thus it has been from the moment you first drew breath and so it shall be until you loose your last. Perhaps the better question to ask would be why you were drawn from your world into mine by your own seeking heartā¦ā Then she asked me, āI Am the Life and Chaos burning in the heart of stars, the seeds of Creation itself, the Desire that quickens all things, the Wyld of All. There is love and then there is Love. To follow Me is to follow your own heart wherever it may lead you no matter how perilous or strange the pathsā¦ Are you brave enough to follow your heart, Orie?ā
āI have nothing but my broken soul.ā Then I realized the futility of my argument, and simply gave my answer. āI am your man. I will follow you, my heart, and damn the consequences. Tell me what your heart desires, and I will seize it directly.ā Then I kissed her. I wish upon reflection that I had never stopped kissing her. When it ended she spoke again-
āI desire for you to find what your heart has been seeking, Orieā¦..If you seek Me, gaze upon the stolen part of me that has been carried to your landā¦and if your desire is strong enough, you shall once more step into the heart of Faerieā¦Or you can seek the oldest woods instead to wander trackless by the light of the Willowisps back to the Summerlandsā¦Either way I shall await you thereā¦.ā I could see the things she described in the strangest detail, instantly knowing things about them.
Her beauty was mind boggling, maddening possibly. I donāt know how it was initiated, but we were kissing again when I realized something. āThere is a mallorn branch in Esterwell? Am I not with you now? Will-Ā Will I wake in my bed there?ā Ā Something happened. I felt a darkness and a stabbing pain in my mind. This dream world started to shake, and I threw my arms around Faermorn, unwilling to let her go. āWhen I awake I WILL come for you! I will find you or die trying! My life is yours, my love is yours, please help me find the way!ā
No more had I said this, than she gasped aloud. It was like suddenly I held a reborn, wholly real person. But things were coming unhinged in the earthquake around us. I feel a sting when I recall her words then, more human sounding that ever and with her seeming surprised by it all. "Orie, Iā¦I will live againā¦.If you find meā¦the missing parts of meā¦.I will be-ā And before she was able to finish she was torn from me, drawn away in an otherworldly torrent. But as she faded and things grew more violent sill, I saw something internally. ā the Mallorn branch in the hand of a woman I somehow knew to be named Isabella - A small red crystalline shard held by a short armored figure backlit by raging fires - A pool lit by phosphorescent colors, ghostly rippling glyphs upon a mysterious orb reflecting from cave walls-
After the images had faded and all was swallowed up in blackness, I shot awake. I wrote down all I could remember, and now have recorded it here with the added details of my continued hindsight.
I have seen the woman, Isabella. That is the name she uses here as well, and she lives in my building with a dark haired man and at least one child that I have met on the street. I have observed them in no great detail. The stone and accompanying figure I believe to be Galyanna with the stone she retrieved from the sea monster. The pool I have never seen, but I imagine it to be somewhere in the Summerlands.
I am determined to gather the two items and take them to the pool from the vision, or die trying.
Orie- Esterwell needs no soldiers
Dyisi is not the only one from Ashmourne who is able to visit other strands. Gwyneth, the new queen of the fae came by the coffee shop that Dyisi and I sometimes chance to meet eachother in. It wasnāt immediately that I recognized her either. Right from the get-go she was telling me how it would come to pass that I should return. I had not asked about it, and even after I made a point to say I wanted to stay she persisted. There was something strange about her insistance. Even more pronounced at her prior indifference toward me. Her form here seemed every bit human, even though I seemed able to see through other magical disguises. It was like she had none at all. A stark contrast to her other form. I couldn't even see her at a great distance and not be roused by it. (The following was obviously added later) Things are constantly changing for me. I had mentioned to Dyisi that I was looking for a place other than the hotel to stay for the long term, and she offered to let me stay in her house. When I got there I found she only had one bed. I was worried at first, but in this strand, a seeming future version of my home, this isn't viewed as any kind of dishonor. She claimed she had no use for the bed anyway as she meditated rather than slept. I am extremely fond of her and she is a constant blessing. I do miss some of those I left in Mysthaven. The gentle caring Helene,Ā Phaedra's skilled hand at cooking and the way she carries herself. There is the bravery of Sophia, who may have lead a revolt in my absence. And I even miss Aoibheann and our awkward conversations. I just caught a break too. I found a man connected with the Masons. His name is Oliver Stone, a limey teen who showed me his photograph in a magazine. Cant be a fighter though with all the piercings in his face. I have a young cop to thank for the information that lead to the connection. He wanted to search my case (full of guns) and I informed him of my constitutional rights in a firm tone. He caved and was malleable from then on. Its been a busy week. Even so, I have had a lot of time to think. I have a chance here to reinvent myself. A chance to become whoever I want to be, and with a good friend for the journey. This place has no need for a soldier.
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Orie- Esterwell strand
I thought the others would be right behind me. I thought wrong. The hotel is nicer than anything I have ever lived in, and yet it is not anything like the houses people have here. Everyone has indoor plumbing, and cold porcelain commodes, and yet this is nothing compared to the other developments found here. Television- I could write pages about their spectacular power. They are like windows into other worlds. A camera on the other side of the world can transmit to a television where you are in an instant. People can even talk through them, but they still use their smart phones to talk most of the time.
I have found the most wonderful and unexpected thing of all in a single familiar face. Dyisi, who I had only met briefly in Ashmourne, is here somehow. She knows and remembers me too! She says it is rare that you find someone in a different strand that knows or recognizes you. She calls these different worlds, times, and realities āstrandsā which makes sense after all the talk we have had about our situation. She has kept me company many evenings as I waited by the park, hoping to see the face of Tammy, accompanied by whatever face Ketālyn should see fit to wear. Dyisi knows a lot about this time and place, and lots of things in general. Itās impossible to say how old she is, just as I am starting to lose my concept of how old I am. She has aquired a great wealth of wisdom, that is certain. Others humans donāt see her like I do. Probably a result of my time in Ashmourne among magical beasts and princesses who have no reason to hide their enchanted appearances. My appearance is unlike anything I would have ever imagined too. I told the lady that cut my hair to just make me look āwith it.ā She had black fingernails and a streak of purple in her own hair, and that should have been a sign. I thought about shaving off my beard, but I have grown attached. The girl said it made me look edgy. I took that the wrong way at first, and I guess she really meant trendy or something. A clerk at a clothing store helped me similarly, matching me up with some clothes that were normal. I got the strangest feeling the guy was trying to be flirtatious. I canāt say that I would ever compliment another man so much as this one did, but he did have a feminine way about him that was also disconcerting. Strangely there seems to be a lack of men here accustomed to labor or good manners. I lost track of how many times I helped someone to move or lift something as I walked about, while another man just stood there being witless. I have been called old fashioned on multiple occassions, to which I can only laugh.