imported_Kalessin
19-03-2006, 18:25
This is a public information audio-video broadcast from the Kalessin Board of Tourism*.
A dragon flies low over the open sea. It appears to be early in the morning, and the light is soft and subdued, with the gentle sunlight which flows down from the clear sky, which is marred only by a few wispy white clouds, reflecting off the tips of the waves, and the smooth red scales of the dragon, who’s serpentine body undulates slowly from side to side as his powerful wings drive him effortlessly through the air, drops of spray glistening on their tips. Ahead a vast fogbank looms, silent and mysterious. The only sound is the leathery beating of the sail-like wings. Then, a voice, clear, yet soft, with the slightest hint of an unidentifiable accent, almost musical in its timbre.
“Few have ever even heard of the Empire of Kalessin. Fewer still have seen her. To most who have, she is a mystery. Silent, brooding, hidden behind wide seas and impenetrable mists. Few indeed have ever had even the slightest glimpse of the truth. Now, you can one of them.”
As the dragon enters the mists, there is complete silence. All that can be seen is the great beast’s still undulating form, barely perceptible in the gloom. Then, he lifts his head, and swoops upward, tail coiling beneath him as if pushing off from the waves, bursting out into bright midday sunlight.
Then, the music begins, triumphant in tone, yet not blaring or crude. Rather it swoops upward like a swallow on the mountain thermals, stretching up toward the limitless expanse of the clear blue sky, rejoicing in its unfettered flight. A slightly alien tinge lends it a fey, wild character, unlike any music ever devised by mortal man.
The dragon sweeps onward, up, up over the towering white cliffs, beneath which the waves crash and roar as they fall upon the jagged rocks, and onwards he soars, over endless tracts of lush green forest and rolling farmland, deep ravines, and fast flowing rivers. Faster and faster the dragon flies, and on the horizon loom up great snow-capped mountains, which seem to tear at the sky like the teeth of some monstrous long-dead giant. Then, he turns, gliding along the front of the mountain range, before looping around with a level of grace and agility which seems somehow disconcerting in so large a creature, and flying straight toward the viewer, a great gout of flame pouring from his jaws. Then, in an instant, he is gone, and only the mountains remain upon the screen. Above, in letters of flame, are written six words: Kalessin, the land of unforgotten dreams.
“Kalessin, a land of magic and wonder. A land where the water dances, and the air sings, where flowers speak and the earth rejoices. A land where dreams are real, and reality seems a dream. Come, and see the dragons dance at sunset, and the waves roar their applause, in the land of unforgotten dreams.”
*The Kalessin Board of Tourism is a department of The Kalessin Ministry of Truth.
Minitru – constantly blasting away the cobwebs of prejudice.
A dragon flies low over the open sea. It appears to be early in the morning, and the light is soft and subdued, with the gentle sunlight which flows down from the clear sky, which is marred only by a few wispy white clouds, reflecting off the tips of the waves, and the smooth red scales of the dragon, who’s serpentine body undulates slowly from side to side as his powerful wings drive him effortlessly through the air, drops of spray glistening on their tips. Ahead a vast fogbank looms, silent and mysterious. The only sound is the leathery beating of the sail-like wings. Then, a voice, clear, yet soft, with the slightest hint of an unidentifiable accent, almost musical in its timbre.
“Few have ever even heard of the Empire of Kalessin. Fewer still have seen her. To most who have, she is a mystery. Silent, brooding, hidden behind wide seas and impenetrable mists. Few indeed have ever had even the slightest glimpse of the truth. Now, you can one of them.”
As the dragon enters the mists, there is complete silence. All that can be seen is the great beast’s still undulating form, barely perceptible in the gloom. Then, he lifts his head, and swoops upward, tail coiling beneath him as if pushing off from the waves, bursting out into bright midday sunlight.
Then, the music begins, triumphant in tone, yet not blaring or crude. Rather it swoops upward like a swallow on the mountain thermals, stretching up toward the limitless expanse of the clear blue sky, rejoicing in its unfettered flight. A slightly alien tinge lends it a fey, wild character, unlike any music ever devised by mortal man.
The dragon sweeps onward, up, up over the towering white cliffs, beneath which the waves crash and roar as they fall upon the jagged rocks, and onwards he soars, over endless tracts of lush green forest and rolling farmland, deep ravines, and fast flowing rivers. Faster and faster the dragon flies, and on the horizon loom up great snow-capped mountains, which seem to tear at the sky like the teeth of some monstrous long-dead giant. Then, he turns, gliding along the front of the mountain range, before looping around with a level of grace and agility which seems somehow disconcerting in so large a creature, and flying straight toward the viewer, a great gout of flame pouring from his jaws. Then, in an instant, he is gone, and only the mountains remain upon the screen. Above, in letters of flame, are written six words: Kalessin, the land of unforgotten dreams.
“Kalessin, a land of magic and wonder. A land where the water dances, and the air sings, where flowers speak and the earth rejoices. A land where dreams are real, and reality seems a dream. Come, and see the dragons dance at sunset, and the waves roar their applause, in the land of unforgotten dreams.”
*The Kalessin Board of Tourism is a department of The Kalessin Ministry of Truth.
Minitru – constantly blasting away the cobwebs of prejudice.