Description
Slender and tall a lizard-like figure is here. Her body is covered in deep
red scales, a matte crimson with a greyish sheen to it as it catches light.
The mid section of the front of her body is ocher. Her eyes are round,
seemingly gazing you with affixed intensity, though lacking
white-of-the-eye, making it hard to detect if they actually look at you
without further body movement. The inside of her claws seem to display the
same ocher, it also seems to stretch out to the upper part of her tighs, as
best as you can see. Her lower legs however are the same crimson red. A long
tail of matching color and small crests along the back of her complete that
lizard-like appearance so quintessential to her race.
Her reptilian countenance has a fierceness to it, a wild streak. The
intensity of her eyes enforce that impression, yet there seems to be a
softness in her demeanor. Not quite shy, but accustomed to solitude perhaps.
Having caught your attention, you now notice a small flask closed by a cork
hanging around her neck from a rope. Inside you see what seems to be soft
mud of some kind, very homogenous, no granules. It is kept wet by water most
transparent. It ripples with every slight movement and sparkles briefly
whenever it catches bright light.
Role
A polyphonic symphony of Elemental wonder and elegance
Added Wed May 22 12:42:35 2024 at level 1:
Out of the clay,
cloth me,
in your blanket,
Feed me your seeds
Through the ages,
Shelter,
Newborn and the old
I embrace you,
I embrace you
Fall as you may,
through mist and vapors
sate me,
Engulf me, weightless
carry me,
comfortable confusion
Swallow me
I drink from you,
I drink from you
Solid, you form
reflections,
future and past.
Show me.
Noises on the wind,
Silence in the trees
From the crypts and free
You cover me,
You cover me
Brash words,
Spoken loudly
A dance of vigor
The contrast so high
A pace unkept
A life granted
The present taken
You entice me,
You entice me
The rhythm of song
rumors of a sight
beyond hill and tree
Caress me, gently
Hold me, furiously
Carry me, ever on, go
where I do not belong
I breath from you,
I breath from you
The flow of procreation
fills me
upsets me, breaks me,
Give and take
Faceless, voiceless
Ever present,
Relentlessly
You bathe me,
You bathe me
Trashing and yipping,
a vision of life,
enthrance me
The touch that binds
fierce your sight,
bright then ever so dark
the path that finds
You quicken me,
You quicken me
Rise from the muck
Added Wed May 22 12:45:19 2024 at level 1:
The swamp is a place of mystery and danger. Slime and cold, eerie noises, a
yelp cut short by a sudden growl. When it's dark everything seems hostile and
out to get you. It's a dank place of rot and decay, mosquitos and creatures
aching to strike at you and sink their teeth deep into you.
At dawn ... everything shines. Lives anew ... That murky bog becomes a pond,
bright ripples in the morning wind, surrounded by heather, flowers eager to
open up their leafs, display their colorful beauty. Soon the horrors of the
night are replaced by squeeks of waterfowl greeting the early sun.
That suffocating chill becomes a warm blanket of loveliness and joy. The mud
feels pleasant between the claws as it catches the first rays of sunshine.
It is time to head out, find my fortune.
All my life the elements have spoken to me. Their voices sweeth and soothing,
ever so attractive. Their words are music, songs of death and rebirth, joy and
tumultuous times.
I answer the call, intermingle this wondrous concert with words of my own, to
compose a symphony of creation, intense heat and cold.
I will rise.
Yes, I will rise.
I shall seek the Fortress. Learn what I must to become a Scribe and when I
have reached that refrain join as an Acolyte.
I am sure it will be a very long song. Hopefully one with many events worth
chanting about.
Leadership. What an honor that would be. A place where many songs coalesce.
The voices of many. So much to listen to, so many. So much to absorb and join
in on.
A polyphonic harmony to counter the cacophony of decay. Every song must end.
It must build to a meaningful conclusion. Then all silence will be met with
happiness.
A failed mess of a song, a tangle of dark roots, pulling you down. Falling
down into decay, into nothingness. Abrupt, pointless. This should not come to
pass.
I will rise.
Oh yes, I will rise.
From the muck, the slime. I will find my way.
And, perhaps, even death will not stop me from singing.
Eternally.
Perhaps ...
Seshuris background - Enhanced senses, insatiable wanderlust
Added Fri May 24 14:43:19 2024 at level 11:
There's only so much one can do in the swamp.
I have my brood elders [read: parents] of course, kin of the blood, trusted
tribesfolk. I am blessed to have them. But they don't understand. They sure
try, but you have to feel it, sense it, taste it, like I do. The colors, the
vibrations, the sounds! The sounds!
It is poetry, song. All of creation serenades at me, I hear it, I feel it.
Whenever the camp fire is burning, my skin tingles with anticipation. When I
place my hand above the flowing water, I feel it, even without touching. The
eagerness to wander, to visit places, new and wondrous. Dark too.
I do not like the cold, but even it has its alure.
My parents have taken good care of me, ever since I crawled out of the egg.
Not all made it, but I did. They nurtured me, to the best of their abilities,
to the traditions of the tribe. But they do not have much vision beyond the
outskirts of the village. They venture out to hunt, of course, but not far.
And reluctantly so.
My lord brood elder is a hunter, he tells stories of the dangers that lurk
beyond, the close calls he's had, the food he's brought in. My lady brood
elder scavenges, she nurses the little ones, looks after the egglings. They
say that is the proper way. They say I should forget my dreams of what lies
beyond.
But I cannot, the Elements all sing to me, their polyphonic chorus of song and
poetry. I must harken. I must learn. I must find other people, make friends,
aid others.
There is rumor of a town nearby, Gala Ah'd Don, I will visit.
The Grand Symphony of Sra, Weh and the (Para-)Elements
Added Wed Jun 5 13:32:49 2024 at level 28:
One night, just before laying down to sleep, Seshuri looked at the swamp. It
sparkled with the light of the full moon. The ground was cold and black but
not unwelcomlingly so.
The crickets had become quiet, only a last bird shirps. A deep breath, a sharp
chill, startling but refreshing. Unconsciously embers fly across Seshuri's
arms, as if to balance this out with heat.
Slowly stepping forwards, claws touch water, bridging it and the earth. As the
breeze picks up there seem's to a voice on the wind. Or, there feels to be,
more precisely.
"Harken little one,
Embrace Sra, the inner spark
Ever the fullest.
> Feel <
Know that all things end,
Nights cloak ever so serene
Weh, endless shadow.
> Learn <
Find the hidden words,
Sra and Weh guide you, always
Seek wisdom within
> Know <
Song of creation,
Feel all Elements of it
Reveal their true names
> Sing <
Weave on ye mortal,
Wielder of eternal truth
the grand Symphony"
.
..
After a while Seshuri found herself staring, transfixed. Her thoughts empty
but her body filled with the poetry of life. To bed she went, a sleep full of
dream, but a morning with new purpose.
Seshuri Muckclaws
Added Thu Jul 11 02:59:36 2024 at level 39:
A reptilian figure with shiny red and ocher scales walks through the swamp.
Hardly older than a hatchling, she seems to not have a care in the world as
she's splish splashing through the watery moors. The heather is alive with
blue and purple flowers, the wiry plants look vibrant in the rebirth of
Spring.
The spongy underbrush solidifies as the Saurian's claws now click clack on
firm rock. She has reached a patch of rugged terrain, with a higher variety of
plants, the largest are trees that reach about 9 feet. At the center of this
stony island stands the remains of what once a much larger tree, a gnarly
trunk with broken but tough bark.
As she approaches Seshuri hears a voice, rumbling, slow ... so slow, but
powerful. Aluring, seemingly wise with the wisdom of the ages.
COME ...
FIND ...
After some steps forward, the voice continues
FIND ...
HOLD ...
Seshuri now stands at the tree trunk.
REACH ...
REACH!
With newly found purpose Seshuri puts her clawy hands on the old wood. As if a
powerful urge forces her to comply, potent but not unwillingly so. As she
connects
LEARN ...
The firm ground now loses density and transforms to slush, what once was solid
rock turns into dirt custard, then into muck. Seshuri's claws sink in,
quickly, irrestistible. With that the water level rises, turning the muck into
quicksand.
EMBRACE ...
Anxious, tense, Seshuri feels the claustrophic pressure around her increase.
Everything turns to blackness as the muck engulfs her.
The water gurgles as the muck settles, cacophonous at first but soothing after
a brief moment. A new voice rises, soft and elegant, intertwining with the
rolling voice already present.
HEAR ...
... wisdom of the ages
FEEL ...
... life's embrace
SING ...
... nature's grace
WRITE ...
... history's pages
LEARN ...
... the dark cold
LIVE ...
... as seasons' stages
TEACH ...
... young and old
WAKE ...
... the inner song
..
.
With that Seshuri seems to fall. Falling through the muck, out of the dark,
into the light. And rises from her bedding. As she stands, she notices her
claws are covered with mud, wet but quite warm. Pleasant.
She finds a bowl of sorts and scoops some into it. She goes out in search of a
flask of transparent glass and pours it into it. She corks the flask and
attaches a rope to it, which she wears around her neck.
[NOTE] Sra's Dawn and Weh's serenity
Added Sat Jul 20 12:47:10 2024 at level 39:
Many fear Weh, I do not. It is the door that closes to open another. Many have
called upon it, either through ignorance or with the intent to corrupt it. It
is natural to want to keep living in Sra's grace, yet the serenity of night
calls for us all.
.. Ever on the constellations fly,
a giant wheel in the sky,
at its axis Sra, ever so nigh,
As the spokes turn,
so does the heart yearn,
to live brightly ere we burn
From searing heat to icy cold,
all embrace night, young and old,
Spun anew, a fresh story retold ..
I welcome you all to approach me, so we may talk about Sra, but most of all
Weh, so we may come to a better understanding.
Sra's Dawn be upon you all,
Seshuri
A song of Wind and Water
Added Sun Jul 28 13:30:58 2024 at level 51:
The early morning sun glitters on the water of the swamp near the Saurian
Village. A cold breeze gently stirs up the water, creating ripples that catch
the bright sheen. Seshuri sits on a rock, enjoying the spectacle. Humming
softly to herself, calming her breathing.
A whisper rises and intermingles with the frigid gust of air. In contrast to
usual, Seshuri can not understand any of the words being uttered. What was
that!? It looked .. like eyes, underwater, just below those ripples ...
As the wind picks up, so do the waves, as that happens a soft melody forms
Sra Neh Lahn
Artu Se Nor
Nuri Ti La Weh
Sra Neh Lahn
Artu Se Nor
Nuri Ti La Weh
Sra Reh La!
Sra Reh La!
Mura Te Na Weh
Isa Meh Yali
Agi ni Sra
Mura Te Na Weh
Isa Meh Yali
Agi ni Sra
Weh Man Tal!
Weh Man Tal!
Nici Tela Tur
Imri Zan Sula
Osh Inta Nim
Nici Tela Tur
Imri Zan Sula
Osh Inta Nim
.. with those last notes the whisper dissipates.
Confused it hits Seshuri all the more how alone she is in the sudden silence.
"I .. I do not understand"
No response, unless the wind picking up again counts. Everything seems to be
as is was before once more.
"Sra .. Weh, those are familiar of course."
Seshuri stares forward, not registering much, thinking.
"The Grand Symphony ... the words, yes, the words. Those must have been the
words. A hint, I must learn, understand"
The true meaning of Sra and Weh, as Seshuri sees it
Added Wed Aug 21 12:41:22 2024 at level 51:
When I heard that song on the water, it seemed to consist of a language that
is not the least familiar to me. I could make out Sra and Weh, of course, but
the other words are foreign to me. Typically the Grand Symphony speaks to me
clearly, so clearly even that I can almost feel it's purpose and meaning. It
comes instinctively.
Now I feel that all of the words of the main voices of the Grand Symphony were
in that song, as were the lesser voices. The Elements speak to me, always. It
is my task to come to full understanding.
To achieve that, I must truly consider Sra and Weh first.
Sra
---
To me Sra describes the Spirit. The source of Life and Light, the brightness
that scatters away the darkness. The awareness that brings clarity to body and
mind. The intelligence that shatters the nothingness, unthinking, uncaring.
Sra is creation, the joy of living, to survive, to thrive, to meet, to
embrace, to love, to LIVE!
Sra is the soothing of eternal suffering. The voice of comfort, solace. The
spark that makes all living creatures want to go on, despite all the pain and
despair. It is the warm touch that comforts, cares and teaches. It is the
outstretched hand that leads you to a better place, progress.
REACH .. LEARN .. HOLD .. EMBRACE .. LOVE!
Harken little one,
Embrace Sra, the inner spark
Ever the fullest
Weh
---
Weh is a counter force, as Sra is the upswing of a cycle, Weh is the downward
trajectory. It is inevitable, it is final. But not uncaring, not malign. It is
the end of suffering, an end to sorrow and troubles. It is the calm before the
plunge. The Grand Symphony consists of many voices, in harmony, beautiful.
But, of equal importance are the breaks.
It is the silence that falls between each movement of the Grand Symphony. Each
a moment of calm, reflection. Pondering, what was, and what shall be anew.
It is the deep breath that comes before the whirling of the sling. Before the
stone that is launched forward. Upward, once more. Into Sra, into being.
The endless cycle.
COME .. FIND .. HEAR .. WAKE!
Know that all things end,
Nights cloak ever so serene
Weh, endless shadow.
The fury of roaring flames - The first Word
Added Mon Sep 2 13:08:14 2024 at level 51:
-
Fear not
the end of days,
Numbered are
the days
of
Fear
-
Iridescent the surf gently crashes onto the grassy banks where the bog meets
the forest, alight with the setting sun after a warm and bright day. Barely
more than ripples, the waves still meet their end with some urgency. It has
been quite the journey, but finally the days of rest have come.
Matching that laid back but intentful energy, the wind rusles through the
boreal canopy. Birds chirp, a fox yips then vanishes.
Suddenly ... yes, everything has gone quiet.
Like the deep breath before the plunge, anticipation hangs in the air, unsure
of what to expect. As the glow of late sunset envelops those watery ripples, a
glow also seems to rise, far in the distance. From behind many lines of berch
and underbrush a distinct glow of orange can be seen.
Whatever lies in wait, it does not delay. As the glow intensifies, so does the
noice that now can clearly be heard.
Find, fret, focus .. frenzy .. flee, fire, FIRE!
For a moment the instinct to run crept in, the entire landscape yells of
running, evading. An experience, much rather with a feeling than a conscience
thought that reflex is immediatelly subdued, crushed.
Inescapable now, a woosh of ferocious inferno engulfs all, the horizon, the
sky, the ground, everything ablaze with burning fury. The land screams, burns,
but somehow
resists ...
Acceptance, yes, absorbing. A cloak of fire and flame. This maddening howl,
while still of equal intensity, seems to form language, words, communication.
Acceptance, peace.
A voice now, felt more than heard:
The word is to know,
to know is to understand,
to understand is to feel,
to feel is, to live
to live is,
to know
O S H
F I R E
- - -
Through true mastery comes true understanding, through understanding of Sra
and Weh, whatever that may be, the first word: OSH
With that the fury of flame vanishes, leaving only thought. A voice. No, not a
single voice, many voices, in unison.
A wisp of a voice,
above the polyphony,
with fury now stands
All words revealed. A door opens, where shall it lead
Added Mon Dec 2 14:43:31 2024 at level 51:
On a cold but bright morning, Seshuri walks through the swamps of her home.
After a prolonged period of rest and meditation she has once again found a
calmness. A connection. To all the voices, all those whispers, all those
songs.
As she stirs the clear water, muddles of muck rise and settle, a ballad of Sra
and Weh.
Seemingly out of nowhere, but born from many years of practice and mastery, a
song arises. As she murmers, the words come to her. All those voices, in
unison now. Seshuri's own, one of them.
Open flame, soothing and tame,
Searing fury, wild inferno
Heats the soul, hearth and home
>> OSH = Word of Fire
Never a lost word,
Intimate or a crushing force
Can always be heard,
In your breeze I lie
>> NICI = Word of Air
Mistress of all, beast and ghost
Under a blanket, warm and cold
Raises all, young and old
Admit yourself to her embrace
>> MURA = Word of Earth
In her song, a whisper
Sends her brilliance, drink your fill
As fire douses, rise again she will
>> ISA = Word of Water
Tender yet mischievous,
Under soft, carried aloft by hard
Reason, uncleansed ye'll depart
>> TUR = Word of Ooze
A refreshing trickle,
Gashes loud and dreadful
Iridescent chill, fierce and proud
>> AGI = Word of Ice
Spark of life, silent tongue
Usurps the sky, rife with power
Laughs a crackling chuckle,
Absconds in a flash, always shy
>> SULA = Word of Lightning
All words now revealed, through passion and craftmanship. A door opens, where
shall it lead ...