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TheSkald: /* Act 2: Sages and Stages */

2017-07-03T03:00:43Z

‎Act 2: Sages and Stages

TheSkald at 01:42, 28 June 2017

2017-06-28T01:42:23Z

Raconite: Created page with "In the beginning there was a bright white nothing. The Great Skald pierced their own instruments of change and reached out to touch the void. From the humors flowed multitudin..."

2017-06-15T20:01:46Z

Created page with "In the beginning there was a bright white nothing. The Great Skald pierced their own instruments of change and reached out to touch the void. From the humors flowed multitudin..."

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In the beginning there was a bright white nothing. The Great Skald pierced their own instruments of change and reached out to touch the void. From the humors flowed multitudinous tendrils that snaked and warped creating the world in one continuous stroke.

And what a work it was, though incomplete.

The same line that drew the bottom of the ocean etched the highest mountain points and right up into the sky a beacon of light and swashes of cloud and star. This artwork coursed and surrounded the Great Skald until that was all that could be seen, layering on and on as depth lent itself to the hints of beings great and small, fragments of life that would populate the work.

And what a work it was, though incomplete.

The Great Skald then reached into the mortal tapestry of the new world and pulled from it the frayed threads and touched them to tongue. The wetting then returned to the works where the vibrant hues saturated the art spread like watercolors.

And what a work it was, though incomplete.

At last the unending coil of song was released into the world and we were born by breath into stories where we shaped our fables by deed and firelight. The Great Skald dove in to join us once and only once... where a handful were gathered to gain purpose by the bard's tale.

Because what a work it was, though forevermore incomplete.

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 =Act 2: Sages and Stages=
-The Great Skald stood before the half moon of collected Virtuoso of their elements. The beings that had been gifted by the imperfections in the art's pooling mediums would now be considered champions of their own making, but these few above all held the distinction by the Great Skald's own design.
+The Great Skald stood before the half moon of collected Maestro of their elements. The beings that had been gifted by the imperfections in the art's pooling mediums would now be considered champions of their own making, but these few above all held the distinction by the Great Skald's own design.
 ''And so the stage was set for the sages of old, for players friend and foe.''
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 ''And so the stage was set for the sages of old, for players friend and foe.''
 =Act 3: Klangfarbenmelodie=
 The Great Skald continues the unending song, weaving into the coils of the grand tapestry new threads pulled from the far reaches of the illustrious design. New blood to melt into the lineage of kings and curses alike. New inspirations and muses born from new minds and old souls.

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 In the beginning there was a bright white nothing. The Great Skald pierced their own instruments of change and reached out to touch the void. From the humors flowed multitudinous tendrils that snaked and warped creating the world in one continuous stroke.
-And what a work it was, though incomplete.
+''And what a work it was, though incomplete.''
 The same line that drew the bottom of the ocean etched the highest mountain points and right up into the sky a beacon of light and swashes of cloud and star. This artwork coursed and surrounded the Great Skald until that was all that could be seen, layering on and on as depth lent itself to the hints of beings great and small, fragments of life that would populate the work.
-And what a work it was, though incomplete.
+''And what a work it was, though incomplete.''
 The Great Skald then reached into the mortal tapestry of the new world and pulled from it the frayed threads and touched them to tongue. The wetting then returned to the works where the vibrant hues saturated the art spread like watercolors.
-And what a work it was, though incomplete.
+''And what a work it was, though incomplete.''
 At last the unending coil of song was released into the world and we were born by breath into stories where we shaped our fables by deed and firelight. The Great Skald dove in to join us once and only once... where a handful were gathered to gain purpose by the bard's tale.
-Because what a work it was, though forevermore incomplete.
+''Because what a work it was, though forevermore incomplete.''