Description
A slender and tall female figure stands before you. She has
very beautifull, but cold features. Her jet black hair runs
down to midway of her back, brushed neatly, and tied tightly
to the back of her head. Her eyes are light blue, rounded
with long lashes. A sinister, yet tempting figure, but what
most remarkabe is her voice. Some odd sirine-like quality is
inherent in her high pitched, very clean singning.
Role
Studies of a hive
Added Thu Apr 7 12:40:48 2005 at level 51:
On another page of the journal, the text continues in the same, elaborate
handwriting.
An interesting structure, the hive. I have examined the commings and goings
of the society. It has the drones, the lowest of the hierachy, who are an
indeed needed, but sacrificeable part. Above the drones are the soldiers.
Even though more valuable, well trained, neither are they irreplacable. With
patience new soldiers are trained. The most intriguing part I found, as I
opened and disected the hive, was the supreme leader. The queen. I was amazed
by the control she had over her army. Everything worked perfectly, under the
command of one strong mind. The hornet Queen. Queen... Mistress... Empress.
Underneath the chapter is a graphic drawing illustrated with beautifull colors
and vivid details, depicting a great hornet queen with a golden crown, in
attack position, stinger first
Visions
Added Mon Apr 18 03:54:51 2005 at level 51:
The carefull handwriting continues.
A vision came to me during my sleep. A swarm of hornets attacking a knight on a
dark steed. As watched asside, I marvelled the perfect control of the one rule
over the hundreds of insects. One mastermind with unquestioned authority, over
the swarm that struck in unison. The result is more than a sum of its parts. In
the world of men, fools squabble in their ranks, united under a false banner,
under a weak leader. Useless fools. Only strong control over men can ever result
in greatness. Men do not obey out of wit, they must be forced, with an iron
gauntlet's firm grasp.
Another graphic drawing, this time in charcoal grey is drawn under the chapter.
It illustrates a hornet swarm flying in the form of a spiked gauntlet, crushing
a giant garbed in armor of darkened iron, his banner covered in dirt, and lance
broken in two. A dark steed is crumbled into a bloody pulp under the crushed
figure.
The Golden Age
Added Wed Apr 20 15:43:57 2005 at level 51:
This chapter only contains the title in carefully written, elaborate letters, nearly
half an inch tall:
The Golden Age
The main body of the chapter consists of another graphic drawing. Centering the drawing
are two statues of black marble. One depicting a standing lich lord holding a golden chalice,
another one of a beautiful woman figure, seated on a marble seat quite similar, but with far
richer decorations than the one of the War Master, placed in the Chamber of the Council of
Four. These two ebony figures cast a shadow covering five strongholds. To the western side lies
a great spire, leaning to the east, as if bowing to the statues. To the south lies a burning
village, where once great warriors try to put out the flames in vain. Asside the great bonfire
on the southern side is a deep pit, which used to be a fortress for dark knowledge, with only
the wind now inhabbiting it's hollows. To the east, amidst a majestetic forest is a mill,
powered by thousands of slaves, cutting the trees, carrying timber. Behind the statues, to the
north, in the darkest shadow is a crumbled fortress, without even a single candles light
flickering in the dark.
Thoughts on leadership
Added Thu Apr 7 06:56:21 2005 at level 51:
In fine handwriting carefully scribed in a finely decorated journal
with thick and worn leather covers.
Leadership is meant for those strong of will, and of prowess. A true leader
stands strong, and rallies the forces. At the night of victory, banners are
held aloft, flowing high in the air. Tonight I have stood my ground, and
filled the Imperial Lands with corpses of the agressors, while the War Master
cowered and fled. No, he is no true leader, and desrves not to sit on the
marble seat.