Anglesterra
30-09-2004, 16:15
If a person came to Terra, crossed the Deserts of the Medranium, full of the bones of shipwrecked sailors and the baked bodies of Sand Lizards, over the mountains of Italy, avoiding the vicious Sky Pirates that patrol those mountains, he would come to the inland sea of Frances. If this person hired a boat on the coasts of that sea, he could visit the ruins of the ancients at Paris. He might climb the great monument they had erected there, before the 3 hour war, and peer over the sea.
If he did so, he would be able to see a golden speck of light in the gloom, Lindon.
Lindon, the centre of Terra, Lindon the fair, the great treasure of the ancients, where they had rebuilt the world after the great upheaval that the 3 hour war caused. Lindon, where the Emperor had his seat.
If that person travelled to Lindon and entered the city through the great-gates that pierce the towering golden walls, he could walk through the levels of the city towards the great golden cross that stands in the centre of the city.
If he turned right there past Saint Paul’s, the massive shrine to the Gods, he would come to the towering mansions where the Historian’s Guild is based.
Inside that towering building, the Palace of Westminster, named after one of the ancients kings or so the Guild would tell us, two figures stood in the gateway.
They were well travelled figures in dirty, unkempt, smocks. The large one smoked a cigar thats fumes pushed upwards to dirty the clean air of the Palace.
The big one just stood there, smoking, apparently not caring for the argument that his companion was having with today’s Keeper of the Gates.
The Keeper of the Gates was called Daniel, a small fourth level apprentice. He was pointing his finger at the big one’s companion. “I tell you, the Guild Master has said that he won’t be disturbed.”
The figure, a small person with a delicate frame and small pointed fingers spoke in a hiss, like a dangerous viper about to strike. “The Guild master will see me.” Underneath the shadow of his hood his eyes flashed green.
Daniel did not quail, he had dealt with awkward people before and besides the Guild’s punishments where far worse than what this man could dish out. “He said he would see no one.”
Again the eyes flashed beneath the hood and the big one let out a small rumbling that could have been laughter. The smaller one gave him a jab in the ribs and then hissed the same words again. “The Guild Master will see me.”
Daniel was becoming tired of this game. “The Guild Master has given orders not to see anyone, now leave before I call the Beefeaters.” He turned, thinking that threat was sufficient, and began to walk back to his post.
A great hiss came from behind him, and he turned. Like green coals the eyes were blazing now and with a flourish the creature threw back it’s hood.
Daniel gave a cry, the face was mutilated, horribly changed, and he was scared. The face was almost a snake’s with long sloping lines and a flat chin. The top was slightly curved, and was completely bald. The only marks on the skull the scars that crossed it. The nose was thin and long, and the eyes were sunken deep into the head, so far in they almost were invisible. Yet they glowed with a green Aura that changed now to red, a deep flaming red of Anger.
The mouth was a slit, the mans tongue poked in and out of cracked lips that had not seen a smile in decades. One cheek had a great slash on it, from a great adventure long ago when the world was young, and a time that is now nearly forgotten.
The face bespoke cunning and cruelty in equal measure, yet in those eyes Daniel saw kindness and passion. As though the owned would love all things if only he could forget there faults.
One thing Daniel noticed was the sheer age of the face, it was as though the owner had seen all things and knew he was destined to see them repeat themselves for eternity. There was no hope in that face.
The lips barely moved as the man spoke again, his tongue sliding in and out at a rapid pace and his gaze on the quailing man ahead of him that of a eagle viewing a easy meal head of him and deciding weather to kill.
“The Guild Master will see me.” The voice hissed, the eyes flashed again, back to green, “I have important things to say on the Afrikaans doings.” At the mention of the Afrikaans the eyes went as black as coal stones. “And of those of the Northland Icepack.” His eyes went Hazel and now Daniel could see wisdom and incredible depth in them. I could drop a stone into them, he thought, and it wouldn’t ever touch the bottom.
The big one rumbled again as though he could read Daniels thoughts.
“Of course, sire.” Daniel stammered as though he was meeting the Emperor himself. “I shall take you to him.”
“I thought you would,” the man hissed and threw the hood back over his head, hiding his face in the dark once again, but his eyes still blazed on. Daniel could feel the glaring into his back as he led the visitors through the corridors of the guild.
Past workplaces and exploration rooms they went. Going deeper into the heart of the Guilds domain. Away from the familiar surroundings of the Public Museum and into the deeper darker parts of the Palace.
Down they went, below the earth, rooms nearby hummed with electric power where the Guild of Builders, and the Guild of Research discovered new secrets of the Ancients and found out the secrets of Old-Tech.
Finally the path rose again and they emerged into the bright sunlight of Lord Majors Hill. The sunlight stung Daniels eyes after so long in the gloom but if it did the same to the Visitors then they showed no sign of it.
They reached the crystal gates that led to the Guild Masters home, a large white mansion sticking out of the hilltop. Upon the gates was the guild symbol in gold, a H with a circle around it. Two red jacketed beefeaters blocked there way, there staffs crossing in front of the door.
“The Guild Master will see no one.” They chanted, there voices in perfect unison like two robots on the same string.
The large man rumbled again and the small man hissed, his eyes turning green, “He wills see me.”
“The Gild Master will see no one.” They repeated again. The man hissed and then raised his arms above his head, he stepped forward. The Beefeaters watched, mesmerised, then, so quick it seemed impossible, the hands slammed down on the beefeaters heads knocking them unconscious. Then, past the bodys he and his companion walked into the crystal building leaving Daniel standing there....
~~~~Anglesterra News report.~~~~
Today the Guild Master of the Historians has decided to reveal our existance to the nations of the rest of the world. Though he is apprently ill a companion of his has made this statement-
(Cut to Picture of a small figure with glowing green eyes)
"Today the nations of the world will accept that our nation exists. We invite delegates of other nations to vist us. We hope you can come soon"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If he did so, he would be able to see a golden speck of light in the gloom, Lindon.
Lindon, the centre of Terra, Lindon the fair, the great treasure of the ancients, where they had rebuilt the world after the great upheaval that the 3 hour war caused. Lindon, where the Emperor had his seat.
If that person travelled to Lindon and entered the city through the great-gates that pierce the towering golden walls, he could walk through the levels of the city towards the great golden cross that stands in the centre of the city.
If he turned right there past Saint Paul’s, the massive shrine to the Gods, he would come to the towering mansions where the Historian’s Guild is based.
Inside that towering building, the Palace of Westminster, named after one of the ancients kings or so the Guild would tell us, two figures stood in the gateway.
They were well travelled figures in dirty, unkempt, smocks. The large one smoked a cigar thats fumes pushed upwards to dirty the clean air of the Palace.
The big one just stood there, smoking, apparently not caring for the argument that his companion was having with today’s Keeper of the Gates.
The Keeper of the Gates was called Daniel, a small fourth level apprentice. He was pointing his finger at the big one’s companion. “I tell you, the Guild Master has said that he won’t be disturbed.”
The figure, a small person with a delicate frame and small pointed fingers spoke in a hiss, like a dangerous viper about to strike. “The Guild master will see me.” Underneath the shadow of his hood his eyes flashed green.
Daniel did not quail, he had dealt with awkward people before and besides the Guild’s punishments where far worse than what this man could dish out. “He said he would see no one.”
Again the eyes flashed beneath the hood and the big one let out a small rumbling that could have been laughter. The smaller one gave him a jab in the ribs and then hissed the same words again. “The Guild Master will see me.”
Daniel was becoming tired of this game. “The Guild Master has given orders not to see anyone, now leave before I call the Beefeaters.” He turned, thinking that threat was sufficient, and began to walk back to his post.
A great hiss came from behind him, and he turned. Like green coals the eyes were blazing now and with a flourish the creature threw back it’s hood.
Daniel gave a cry, the face was mutilated, horribly changed, and he was scared. The face was almost a snake’s with long sloping lines and a flat chin. The top was slightly curved, and was completely bald. The only marks on the skull the scars that crossed it. The nose was thin and long, and the eyes were sunken deep into the head, so far in they almost were invisible. Yet they glowed with a green Aura that changed now to red, a deep flaming red of Anger.
The mouth was a slit, the mans tongue poked in and out of cracked lips that had not seen a smile in decades. One cheek had a great slash on it, from a great adventure long ago when the world was young, and a time that is now nearly forgotten.
The face bespoke cunning and cruelty in equal measure, yet in those eyes Daniel saw kindness and passion. As though the owned would love all things if only he could forget there faults.
One thing Daniel noticed was the sheer age of the face, it was as though the owner had seen all things and knew he was destined to see them repeat themselves for eternity. There was no hope in that face.
The lips barely moved as the man spoke again, his tongue sliding in and out at a rapid pace and his gaze on the quailing man ahead of him that of a eagle viewing a easy meal head of him and deciding weather to kill.
“The Guild Master will see me.” The voice hissed, the eyes flashed again, back to green, “I have important things to say on the Afrikaans doings.” At the mention of the Afrikaans the eyes went as black as coal stones. “And of those of the Northland Icepack.” His eyes went Hazel and now Daniel could see wisdom and incredible depth in them. I could drop a stone into them, he thought, and it wouldn’t ever touch the bottom.
The big one rumbled again as though he could read Daniels thoughts.
“Of course, sire.” Daniel stammered as though he was meeting the Emperor himself. “I shall take you to him.”
“I thought you would,” the man hissed and threw the hood back over his head, hiding his face in the dark once again, but his eyes still blazed on. Daniel could feel the glaring into his back as he led the visitors through the corridors of the guild.
Past workplaces and exploration rooms they went. Going deeper into the heart of the Guilds domain. Away from the familiar surroundings of the Public Museum and into the deeper darker parts of the Palace.
Down they went, below the earth, rooms nearby hummed with electric power where the Guild of Builders, and the Guild of Research discovered new secrets of the Ancients and found out the secrets of Old-Tech.
Finally the path rose again and they emerged into the bright sunlight of Lord Majors Hill. The sunlight stung Daniels eyes after so long in the gloom but if it did the same to the Visitors then they showed no sign of it.
They reached the crystal gates that led to the Guild Masters home, a large white mansion sticking out of the hilltop. Upon the gates was the guild symbol in gold, a H with a circle around it. Two red jacketed beefeaters blocked there way, there staffs crossing in front of the door.
“The Guild Master will see no one.” They chanted, there voices in perfect unison like two robots on the same string.
The large man rumbled again and the small man hissed, his eyes turning green, “He wills see me.”
“The Gild Master will see no one.” They repeated again. The man hissed and then raised his arms above his head, he stepped forward. The Beefeaters watched, mesmerised, then, so quick it seemed impossible, the hands slammed down on the beefeaters heads knocking them unconscious. Then, past the bodys he and his companion walked into the crystal building leaving Daniel standing there....
~~~~Anglesterra News report.~~~~
Today the Guild Master of the Historians has decided to reveal our existance to the nations of the rest of the world. Though he is apprently ill a companion of his has made this statement-
(Cut to Picture of a small figure with glowing green eyes)
"Today the nations of the world will accept that our nation exists. We invite delegates of other nations to vist us. We hope you can come soon"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~