Cecilia Lindström/Introduction: Difference between revisions
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour
all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness,
nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
— J.R.R Tolkien
No edit summary |
No edit summary |
||
| (14 intermediate revisions by the same user not shown) | |||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
<font style="color:# | <font style="color:#264fa6; font-size:11pt; font-family:Cursive; Courier New"><center>'''“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour <br>all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness,<br> nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”<br> — J.R.R Tolkien'''<br></center> | ||
''I Awoke underneath the boughs and canopies of the World Tree. It towers over my lands, trunk stretching into the firmaments and roots digging deep, briding the divides to the Otherrealms. I left my home hoping to find Enlightenment, a wanderer without a destination, a searcher lacking a quest, a knight errant with neither stirrups nor lance. I have begged for alms with the dervishes of Anatolia, and I have hunted with eagles in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I have danced at weddings in Phnom Penh, and I have whispered secrets to the spirits of the Grand Canyon.'' | |||
''They were the ones that told me of Yggdrasil's sapling.'' | |||
''The Martyr's Tree.'' | |||
''Ah, such wonders this place holds.'' | |||
</font> | |||
Latest revision as of 13:05, 8 January 2021
all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness,
nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
— J.R.R Tolkien
I Awoke underneath the boughs and canopies of the World Tree. It towers over my lands, trunk stretching into the firmaments and roots digging deep, briding the divides to the Otherrealms. I left my home hoping to find Enlightenment, a wanderer without a destination, a searcher lacking a quest, a knight errant with neither stirrups nor lance. I have begged for alms with the dervishes of Anatolia, and I have hunted with eagles in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I have danced at weddings in Phnom Penh, and I have whispered secrets to the spirits of the Grand Canyon.
They were the ones that told me of Yggdrasil's sapling.
The Martyr's Tree.
Ah, such wonders this place holds.