Post by jaya on Jan 2, 2008 12:27:29 GMT -5
(Linking Back)
You walk, barefoot, across an open meadow, its surface scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Across a gurgling brook lies a forest filled with majestic trees and intriguing sounds. You step lightly, viewing the beautiful world around you with sheer rapture. Suddenly, a coppery glint catches your eye as the sun bounces off the surface of something concealed by rusty coloured leaves. You move cautiously toward a tall oak, and bend down at its base. You move a delicate hand across the earth, brushing natures debris aside off the strange object. You pick it up, and the metal feels cool and soothing in your grip. The weight of the object against your palm makes you feel energized and adrenaline courses through your veins. Curious, you examine the instrument, puzzled fingers running over its smooth surface. A telescope! you extend the mechanism to its full length, and put your eye to the end.
And then you are gone.
The story of Ryddle began long ago, when the worlds were first created by the Writers. At first there was peace, but eventually that peace broke out into war.
There is, to this day, much havoc in the worlds. The book keeper, Siras Kindasre, mysteriously disappeared at the exact same time the books to Hage and Maisk went missing.
Cistaae is slowly ruining the worlds.
There is no one to save us.
---> RYDDLE
You walk, barefoot, across an open meadow, its surface scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Across a gurgling brook lies a forest filled with majestic trees and intriguing sounds. You step lightly, viewing the beautiful world around you with sheer rapture. Suddenly, a coppery glint catches your eye as the sun bounces off the surface of something concealed by rusty coloured leaves. You move cautiously toward a tall oak, and bend down at its base. You move a delicate hand across the earth, brushing natures debris aside off the strange object. You pick it up, and the metal feels cool and soothing in your grip. The weight of the object against your palm makes you feel energized and adrenaline courses through your veins. Curious, you examine the instrument, puzzled fingers running over its smooth surface. A telescope! you extend the mechanism to its full length, and put your eye to the end.
And then you are gone.
The story of Ryddle began long ago, when the worlds were first created by the Writers. At first there was peace, but eventually that peace broke out into war.
There is, to this day, much havoc in the worlds. The book keeper, Siras Kindasre, mysteriously disappeared at the exact same time the books to Hage and Maisk went missing.
Cistaae is slowly ruining the worlds.
There is no one to save us.
---> RYDDLE