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Oren Itano	oren	12/10/08 18:25	View
	Missy	12/10/08 22:22	View
The backstory of Vulpes.	Vulpes	12/11/08 01:46	View
Erica Kessel	Erica Kessel	12/11/08 07:52	View
Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another Chapter	Missy	12/11/08 22:38	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/11/08 23:48	View
	oren	12/11/08 23:57	View
Kwekwe's Backstory	Kwekwe Karu	12/12/08 01:02	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/13/08 00:35	View
Eternal Sunset	Missy	12/13/08 12:19	View
	Kit Ristow	12/14/08 00:01	View
	ShyMathys	12/14/08 00:27	View
Masks	Alissa	12/14/08 00:58	View
	Lorae	12/14/08 01:24	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/14/08 22:07	View
Missy's Story Continued..Part 3	Missy	12/16/08 08:43	View
Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence Shattered	Missy	12/16/08 18:34	View
Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence Annihilated	Missy	12/18/08 17:16	View
Small Dangers	Vox	12/18/08 21:36	View
Saint of The Abyss: Part 1	Luciferiel	12/19/08 05:21	View
Zero....-1	Justa Zero	12/19/08 17:38	View
Zero....1	Justa Zero	12/19/08 18:26	View
Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding Dream	Asil Karu	12/20/08 02:39	View
Omega To Alpha	erinnic	12/23/08 16:49	View
Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]	Methias	12/23/08 18:09	View
Lost Kitsune - A Shattered Mind	Kiera	12/25/08 18:51	View
Usr's story Part IV	UsrBinPerl	12/27/08 20:34	View
The Essex	Heir Maelstrom	12/29/08 04:23	View
Kwekwe's shame	Kwekwe Karu	12/30/08 18:11	View
Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?	erinnic	12/30/08 19:07	View
God Was On Her Lips As She Died	erinnic	01/02/09 23:31	View
Love and Betrayal - A New Beginning	kessjuliesse	01/03/09 13:46	View
The Diary of Cody Woodhen	codywoodhen	01/05/09 21:35	View
Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence Abducted	Missy	01/07/09 06:23	View
Cursed Blade	Yannis_Martynov	01/08/09 21:27	View
Story Thread: Community Round Robin Fic	erinnic	01/09/09 23:25	View
The demon within	Canly Fargis	01/11/09 16:14	View
Ziau- CoLA's Very Own Casanova	Ziau	01/13/09 02:09	View
Twisted Attentions	erinnic	01/21/09 20:34	View
Inspiration- music and roleplay	Ziau	01/26/09 08:01	View
Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?	Ziau	01/28/09 09:12	View
The Clock Struck Midnight	Malice Ashdene	01/28/09 22:31	View
With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.	Ziau	01/29/09 04:36	View
Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)	Alisa Draconia	01/30/09 19:17	View
The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.	Ziau	02/01/09 07:26	View
Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost Angels	Krista	02/03/09 00:09	View
Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.	RuneCrimson	02/03/09 21:59	View
War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.	Ziau	02/07/09 04:11	View
-- Halcyon's Backstory --	Halcyon Nacht	02/08/09 00:22	View
Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)	Cummere Mayo	02/08/09 03:53	View
Kit's Backstory	Kit Ristow	02/10/09 18:40	View
Eyes in the Dark	Keyla	02/11/09 09:47	View
Surfacing Part I	Llyr	02/13/09 22:21	View
Surfacing Part II	Llyr	02/13/09 22:35	View
Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)	Tamara	02/17/09 07:35	View
Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North America	Tamara	02/17/09 19:21	View
Dreamtime Revelations	Winter	02/19/09 18:08	View
Reaver-the echo of the Blackwind	AntiZero	02/23/09 00:43	View
On the Origin of Species	Tamara	02/25/09 22:38	View
Confession	Kit Ristow	02/26/09 01:39	View
Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)	Su Pointe	02/26/09 03:32	View
Malice, in a Different Kind of Wonderland	Malice Ashdene	02/27/09 18:07	View
The Dark of Inspiration	Kit Ristow	03/01/09 21:42	View
Jheric: Crucified	Kayle Ashdene	03/03/09 10:53	View
It's my life	arsene_Braveheart	03/05/09 18:18	View
The Tradgedy of the Hybrid	Digital Enigma	03/29/09 07:09	View
The Sin of Wrath	molly switchblade	04/02/09 21:28	View
Golden Boy	Ephran Ehrler	04/15/09 06:12	View
Story About A Girl	Aesendria	04/24/09 15:34	View
Climaxe by Smith and Wesson	Sloan	04/28/09 06:19	View
My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!	Ziau	05/01/09 06:42	View
NSFW A Typical Tuesday Night for Missy	Missy	05/06/09 20:48	View
Post your profile links!	Cortero Landar	05/07/09 10:25	View
Making Logan Suffer	Aesendria	05/12/09 07:09	View
Jeanne Varun	Jeanne Varun	05/14/09 08:24	View
The Vanguard's True Purpose	Logan	05/16/09 01:03	View
Cortero's Infernal Armor	Cortero Landar	05/16/09 06:52	View
Bookstore Surprise	Aesendria	05/16/09 23:16	View
Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!	Cortero Landar	05/18/09 10:33	View
Promises	Aesendria	05/24/09 02:44	View
Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CE	Theassassin	06/08/09 11:28	View
Was any of it real?	Youko_Giha	06/12/09 15:28	View
A shift in priorities	Logan	06/17/09 04:21	View
Going home	Ludvig	06/17/09 19:10	View
'Ren in Japan	oren	06/18/09 23:11	View
Thelma across the board	ThelemaJuliesse	06/26/09 15:09	View
Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.	Kayteear	07/15/09 16:43	View
Story Time	Charissa	07/17/09 19:03	View
Pack Airship RP.	Tai	07/27/09 02:49	View
My Character	Lilith13	08/05/09 22:34	View
Lilith	Lilith13	08/06/09 09:30	View
The Haunter in the Dark	Shadow	08/14/09 21:50	View
The Flying Heads	Kwekwe Karu	08/16/09 16:52	View
Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLA	Ziau	08/23/09 04:14	View
Paint it red!	Ziau	08/23/09 07:51	View
Young Cowards.	Ziau	08/23/09 08:28	View
Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.	Ziau	09/05/09 08:55	View
Dux - 264 BC	Dux	09/10/09 18:41	View
The Thing at South Gate Sanitarium	Shadow	09/15/09 22:09	View
♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫	Kayteear	09/17/09 14:45	View
Jessica's Mother	Jessica Susser	09/21/09 04:19	View
Ziau Challenged me to. NSFW	ChasityDawes	09/21/09 07:17	View
The Divine Machine.................	Theassassin	09/21/09 22:29	View
I Bleed my Blood for Myself.	Ziau	09/22/09 22:28	View
Cronicle of a death	Kayteear	09/24/09 01:34	View
"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"	DavidJoshua Artful	09/26/09 17:07	View
Old Versus New	Digital Enigma	09/27/09 20:28	View
The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo Machina	Theassassin	10/06/09 06:55	View
Elamyrath's History	Elamyrath	10/10/09 00:52	View
The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.	TheMinus Ziskey	10/10/09 12:41	View
Before bed ritual.	Amy Guisse	10/17/09 04:13	View
Alone?	Ike	10/18/09 15:34	View
IS this High School again?	Theassassin	10/24/09 12:49	View
Sidhe vs Drow	Orlok Lectar	10/29/09 04:08	View
Daddy blues	arsene_Braveheart	11/17/09 19:01	View
Chronicles of SIE	agentlyseria	11/22/09 12:27	View
The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)	AntiZero	11/29/09 06:36	View
The growing Darkness.	Leirain Koray	12/01/09 11:04	View
The lycan	Kayteear	12/01/09 16:00	View
City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood Blockbuster	AntiZero	12/02/09 07:11	View
Coming home for christmas ..	Kes	12/10/09 22:17	View
Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ style	Karsha Yutani	12/14/09 11:59	View
A Farewell	Roland	12/16/09 20:50	View
Of Death and Rebirth	Digital Enigma	12/21/09 20:14	View
The Story of Reoco	Reoko Farspire	02/06/10 20:47	View
Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus Darkfold	OrpheusDarkfold	03/11/10 02:27	View
The Story of Orpheus Part 2	OrpheusDarkfold	03/13/10 23:15	View
Who owns who?	Kayteear	03/22/10 22:03	View
Missing the Ocean	ricercar	03/23/10 22:27	View
Letter to the editor: Manners in LA	Tink	03/25/10 16:58	View
Chasity Backstory	ChasityDawes	06/14/10 19:43	View
Something Black and Violent...	DavidJoshua Artful	06/19/10 22:23	View
Doctor Visit	erinnic	07/12/10 04:26	View
Gabby Perdide	vacantghost	07/19/10 04:42	View

Topic Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding Dream

Poster	Message	Date
Asil Karu	Always wanted to keep a diary, but I never would let myself. Too dangerous. What if it was discovered? At best, they’d think me mad. At worst, the stone or the fire. But here, in this psychotic place, I find I’ve lost my fear. I yearn to be discovered. It’s been so long since I let myself think of the past. Information, yes …how to fish, how to shoot, how to track …those skills returned with ease. But the faces and voices of the ones who schooled me are distant. Always, they are in my heart, but my mind has turned them to phantoms. Last night, I dreamed a voice I had not heard since I was a tiny child …a man’s voice, singing soft and low. [b][center]Bow at belt went my love riding riding the mountain down into the silver dawn four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the sheer peaks ran before[/center][/b] His is the first voice I remember. No form or face comes to my mind, only the strong rumbley voice that cradled me, when I was alone. Sometimes he’d sing in English, sometimes in Gullah , but mostly his voice painted pictures in a language I cannot recall. Last night, I followed that voice through a blasted landscape which turned, slowly, to green parkland. There was a great Ash tree, larger then any I have seen in life. I walked up the path beside it and into an ancient ruin. The place was dark and huge with a dusty alter at its back, but it felt safe …there was a hot spring and a fire pit. On a rock by the fire, I found paper and pen. I will take the dream as confirmation. I will write a little every day. I will remember. [center]~ ~ * ~ * ~[/center] [u][b]We leave the low country.[/b][/u] I believe I was born in year 1888 of the Common Era, to a woman who lived with the Gullah people in the Low Country of North Carolina, in what was then, the United States of America. The Gullah were a thoughtful people who had managed to keep much of their African linguistic and cultural heritage. Some were free, at a time when few people of color could claim that right. I never knew my father. We lived with them until 1893, when the great “Sea Islands” hurricane hit the fragile coast and all was swept away. I cannot forget that night …the wind screaming and the sea alive with fury …our fragile fire writhing in response ...my mother rocking me in her arms, singing in a strange hard language. When I woke, all was changed. Mother, the fire and I were in a different place. And …I came to learn …a different time. My mother was so tired. She cried when I asked her where Grumma Abby was; ‘They are gone …Abigail, Ambrose …all our friends …they are gone and you must never speak of them again!!” Her fierceness frightened me. It was more than I could understand. How could Ambrose, who was big as a house and the strongest man in the world, be gone? How could Abigail, who knew the name and purpose of every plant that lived, just disappear? Infuriated by my mother’s lies, I ran into the wood, screaming for the only grandparents I had ever known. She followed, crying out for me to stop. The land was strange to me. I only knew the sand and sea, the little hillocks with their swamp fish and fearsome snakes. Here were trees as tall as the sky. The land was sharp and steep. I darted through the underbrush …my Mother’s voice an echo …running fast toward a break in the trees …I paused, tiny feet flexed, and swayed on the roof of the world. White capped mountains stretched as far as I could see; sky blue as agate and the harsh cries of huge birds. I froze on the precipice, my body bowing toward the chasm, my arms flung back, and felt myself begin to fall. Next, the feeling of large strong hands picking me up and pulling me back. “Ambrose!” Joy filled me, as I squirmed around to hug him. But I turned to find a stranger dressed in buckskin. His skin was the color of Autumn leaves and his eyes were like my mother’s eyes, golden brown and full of secrets. Too shocked to speak, we stayed in that awkward embrace, eyes locked, his hands around my rib cage and mine on his forearms, until Mother’s arrival broke the spell. That is how we meet Wanzitz, who’s name meant Antelope. Many years later, Wanzitz confided that when he first saw me, he thought I was a spirit …one of the little people who held the land and kept it safe. It was not until he saw mother and heard me cry, that he knew me for a human child. Wanzitz was a member of the Arapaho tribe, part of the Ute nation. But they called themselves Nuciu, "the People," and at the height of their power, were comprised of twelve informally affiliated bands who inhabited most of what, in the Common Era, was called Utah and western Colorado. The Arapaho lived high in the mountains and of all the first people, they were the last to be corralled into reservations. Long time they hid, kept their secrets and remained free, but when the European settlers found gold in the high places, they were ousted. Wanzitz was an old man when he found us. He had taught his son all he could of medicine work and fled the reservation to live out the reminder of his life as a fugitive, caring for the holy places and singing the songs of the ancestors, so the spirits would know the people had not forgotten them. Grumma Abby may have marked me for a healer, she would marvel how easily I remembered the names of her plants and could parrot their functions. But Wanzitz taught me healing magic; how to look into the heart of a thing and see the hurt within. How to draw the malady out. How to call the ancestors to help with the work. And he taught me tracking and how to find the safest paths. How to hide. How to be silent. Of all the healers I have known, he was the most profound, most compassionate and most fearless. Mother loved him, though he was easily thirty years her senior. She loved him as a wife should love a husband, and it was the only time I remember her truly happy. My mother was beautiful, the kind of beauty that makes men greedy. Small she was, and slender, with shapely legs and soft dark skin the color of mountain honey. She had long thick hair I loved to braid, concocting fanciful creations that make her laugh with pleasure. I have her coloring and her laugh. But my height and strength come from another. As do my eyes, which are the color of turquoise. And my hair, which is the color of blood. My mother was mixed blood; having native American, African and European ancestors, but she seldom spoke of her past. Nor did she trust the white peoples. Whenever we traveled, she would shun them and find us first peoples. My mother was a gifted healer and knew many languages; she’d seek out the healer or shaman and, after those meetings, a place would be found. It was not easy for us. My red hair and blue eyes were a constant worry. She would dye my hair black, but the color never held. Frustrated, she would braid it up and back, then have me wear these little caps that had long brims, which could fall and cover my eyes. When we had need to move among strangers, she would give me a little walking stick and have me feign blindness. It was a clever ruse, the poor Indian woman and her unfortunate daughter. Mostly, they would ignore us. [center]~ * ~ * ~ * ~[/center] When I first learned to sing the ancestors, their voices were soft and low, not like human voices at all. More like the sighing of trees when the wind fails. But since I’ve come to this place, I hear them clearly, whispering in the darkness. Sometimes, its as if Wanzitz and I are together again, walking the mountains. I hear him telling me the proper way to journey. “Daughter, there are certain people that are involved in ceremonies; their journey, like when they are traveling, is really for a purpose, a spiritual teaching. When you leave home, make four stops. Plan it in a way that is equal to a certain pattern, then stop every once in a while and make an offering.” In those days, we had medicine offerings in the form of small miniature arrowheads. The arrows were first used by Wanzitz to drive away evil forces. He could use them to cut away from a person the evil that actually attached itself to them. The evil created sicknesses or bad feelings, so he’d cut it away. Those kinds of things were used in our journeys. And every so many miles, or so many days; the offerings would be made. Here is how he told me, and now I will tell you. "Daughter" he said, "This is the way the ancestors got acquainted with the land and a new place; it is like a trail that you’ve never been on before. The first time you walk it, it’s really tiring because you go up a hill and the land itself does not know you. The surroundings, everything that’s there, trees, plants, animals, they do not recognize you. You’re not a part yet. So you make an offering. You go on and you do that and the next time you go through there, they [the landscape] will know you. And that’s how you get recognized or feel that you are welcomed by the spirits of nature." [center]~ * ~ * ~ * ~[/center] In those days, the people still knew they were a part of the great whole and all things were equal. But these lands are wounded, fractured in a way I cannot truly understand. I have been told there was a great comet that passed between the earth and the sun, blanketing the planet in energies that broke the barriers between realities. Now dreams and night terrors walk and sing and hunt and bite. Some are fair as fire, angelic or demonic beings. Others are lost and wounded, and think only of battle or their own lusts. Two days ago, I met a being with dragon blood! He took my breath away. And then, there are the portals, soft spaces between the worlds that suck at the eye within my mind. I have traveled through time, but never …until I came here …could I walk between worlds. [center]~ * ~ * ~ * ~[/center] *Source: “All in green my love went riding” by: e.e. cummings [url]http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?poemID=243[/url] Copyright 2008 Fun & Profits	12/20/08 02:39
Kwekwe Karu	Great Backstory, can't wait for your area to open :-) [img]http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3083925094_9a65896c8d.jpg[/img]	12/21/08 01:06
Kwekwe Karu	smoke from Sacred tobacco sent up to the one who created us, Shonkwaiatihson(One who created me in Kanien'keha, aka Mohawk Language) for my dear Cousin Asil's safety	12/27/08 22:56