Welcome to the thoughts of a Dwarf. This intrepid site is designed primarily to allow a place where I can store all of my writings, be it stories or poems or illogical philosophical rants. I hope to be able to provide interesting reading material for my friends and the random stranger who somehow gets sucked off course and finds this sight. Feel free to comment or even request stories. The more inspiration that I have, the more I can explore the limits of imagination and using literary works to rest for a moment from the tedious demands of reality.

In the beginning, I will be uploading many of my already written works. Though most of them are written for the gaming website Achaea.com, which is a text based MUD that I have been playing since 1998. My current main character in Achaea is the Dwarven Paladin known as Goryllin. His viewpoint is used in many of my current stories, as I draw upon his life and his world to create the science fantasty realities in which my story characters dwell.

Achaea is a medieval setting fantasy world, filled with Dwarves, Humans, Trolls, and many more fantastical races and professions. It is a living and breathing world in that every player has a chance to change the world and its direction. It is a player driven roleplay enhanced realm where combat, life, death and yes even taxes are all a part of the experience. We wouldn't mind having you drop by for a visit and pint of ale, if you do visit please send Goryllin a message and he will be glad to help you.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Farewell Beloved

The scent of delicate flowers fills the air, aromas wafting on the gentle wind that whispers softly through your hair.

Warming rays of light stream through the chapel door, lighting every corner with a pleasing glow.

Expensive silks rustle as the room fills with both the renown the common, a slight buzz of background noise.

The chapel is filled with sounds of pleasantries exchanged, how-are-you's and bless-you's mingle in the air.

All of this drifts past your un-heeding ears, as you contemplate in solemn solitude.

The Chapel door swings open once again and suddenly the room is filled with silence as the Cleric makes his stately pace down the aisle.

With a face filled with solemn promise, the Cleric gently brushes your shoulders in passing as he ascends the pulpit.

As he opens his mouth and leads everyone in a gentle prayer, a solitary tear tracks a wasted journey down your trembling cheek.

As the final words disperse through the air, all behind you rise and bow their heads in great respect as fervent words escape their lips and tears sneak past closely guarded eyelids.

As your eyes close tight with emotion, the Knights before you raise swords in fond salute.

And with a final farewell, you kiss cold unfeeling lips as you lay their lord, and your gallant husband, to his final rest.

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