October 24, 2012

From the Shadows She'll Strike

Dear Destiny Devereaux,

Here's a bit of dialogue that I remember from an encounter with Morganthe, the wizard who destroys my free days. 

"The Mirror will break,
The Horn will call,
From the Shadows I'll strike..."

....and my head explodes. Wonderful, isn't it? 

Merle Ambrose thinks that there's yet another world that Morganthe will stop at, and he's sending the best of the best over. *note to readers - for the sake of getting the news through, Destiny Soultamer is SUPPOSEDLY at the level cap. At the moment, I'm sitting down for a bit of lunch with a few friends of mine in Grizzleheim - didn't you grow up somewhere in Savarstaad Pass? Today the fish is delicious, and everybody says hello through the parchment. 
Back to the dialogue! When I was questing in Zafaria, I fought through a place called Mirror Lake, and the horns of Avalon called me the second I sat down to rest. I bet you know how that feels, since you get ambushed all the time. However, when I was turning my back on Avalon, the Lady of the Lake told me that there was a shadow falling across the Spiral, and I swear I nearly shrieked. We should switch places when you get into a safer spot. However, she only instructed me to go back to Ravenwood, which I did. However, with Azteca coming into existence, I'm beginning to worry.

What do you think?

Destiny S.

"Dead-eye" Destiny Devereaux clung to her ship's rigging like a wharf rat to his tail. Barely. Multiple blisters on Dead-eye's palms made gripping anything hard.

"You okay up there, captain?" Sarah Steele called from on the deck, clearing the soot from a recent fire. "I can send Midnight up."

"I'm fine, Sarah. Tha-tha-tha..watch 'er!" Dead-eye yelled  from the rigging as a paper airplane nearly nicked her straight in the face. her fingers slipped off of the rigging, and the wind began rushing past Destiny's ears.

"I got your back, captain my captain." Dead-eye heard the chilling, yet soothing tones of Old Scratch's voice.  She floated midair, her stomach flipping over and over, her body becoming more stiff.

"Okay, Scratch; let me down, now." Destiny hit the deck with a thud and snapped open the paper. "Dear Destiny D..."

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Now then, I wanted to put a few ideas into your mind. As I quickly run out of time for posting, here is what I could come up with:


  • Aztecosaurs - remember them in Pirate101? 
  • See image - troggy huts? I sniff spiral-jumping on our froggy friends. 
  • From the Shadows I'll strike - 1) Morganthe could be referring to what the Lady of the Lake had said: that there was a shadow descending over the Spiral. 2) Since not much is known about the prehistoric era, there could be an alternate reference when it comes to the phrase.
If YOU have an idea, don't be afraid to shoot me a comment or an e-mail over at swashbucklersoultamer @ gmail . com! If I can think through it, all of the ideas and opinions from this post's responses will be mentioned in a later post! Remember, Azteca test realm is UP!

Fanfiction:

I would like to extend a warm thanks to Blaze Shadowhorn, who mentioned my writing by surprise on Tales of the Spiral. His post alone gathered around 80 views, and it means a lot to know that other people stick up for me and what I do best.
Here is another tidbit of my fanfiction for Pirate101. It's not sequential to what I last posted, but it's a part that I put a lot of thought into.


There was a single torch outside of Remmy's cell. It flickered endlessly, some ends gleaming white while others burned orange and red. He couln't help but stare into it, without food or water. He could still hear the fencer's sobs from down the corridor, and the occasional command for her to be quiet. Remmy found a bar on the cieling of his cell and made use of his hours pulling his chin over the bar, and flipping over. He guessed that somewhere, a pair of eyes were watching him, amused at how well a musketeer could execute a single-bar routine.There was a single torch outside of Remmy's cell. It flickered endlessly, some ends gleaming white while others burned orange and red. He couln't help but stare into it, without food or water. He could still hear the fencer's sobs from down the corridor, and the occasional command for her to be quiet. Remmy found a bar on the cieling of his cell and made use of his hours pulling his chin over the bar, and flipping over. He guessed that somewhere, a pair of eyes were watching him, amused at how well a musketeer could execute a single-bar routine.

Keep Traveling! 

Des
  










                                                       

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