Final Entry
Silence waited at the threshold this morning. The crow’s eyes shifted impossibly fast, like a flickering candle reflected in broken glass. Her head tilted, once, twice… then again. She didn’t blink. Just turned her head sharp, as if listening for predators hiding in the walls. Her wings ...
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- 02 Jun 2025, 21:46
- Forum: Charaktergeschichten
- Thema: Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
- Antworten: 4
- Zugriffe: 43
- 02 Jun 2025, 21:43
- Forum: Charaktergeschichten
- Thema: Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
- Antworten: 4
- Zugriffe: 43
Re: Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
Entry 23
I found myself in a room so dark it shimmered. Not with light, but with colors the eyes weren’t meant to behold. At its center stood a table; a perfect circle of silver, polished like a mirror carved from the orb of night itself. A reflection without source. A surface that remembered ...
I found myself in a room so dark it shimmered. Not with light, but with colors the eyes weren’t meant to behold. At its center stood a table; a perfect circle of silver, polished like a mirror carved from the orb of night itself. A reflection without source. A surface that remembered ...
- 02 Jun 2025, 21:23
- Forum: Charaktergeschichten
- Thema: Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
- Antworten: 4
- Zugriffe: 43
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Entry 22
A young noble from Trinsic came to my abode this morning with a sack of rye and barley. I told him to keep his gifts. I have no use for offerings that sprout mold faster than a cat lapping chain lightning.
He asked if his sick mother would live. I asked if he wanted to. He didn’t like that ...
A young noble from Trinsic came to my abode this morning with a sack of rye and barley. I told him to keep his gifts. I have no use for offerings that sprout mold faster than a cat lapping chain lightning.
He asked if his sick mother would live. I asked if he wanted to. He didn’t like that ...
- 02 Jun 2025, 21:20
- Forum: Charaktergeschichten
- Thema: Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
- Antworten: 4
- Zugriffe: 43
Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
Entry 15
Today, I ran out of wine. It wasn’t a problem. Until it was. In a moment of desperation, or perhaps laziness, I muttered the old conjuration. A simple spell. One I’ve cast a thousand times, usually while annoyed by rambling peasants. Words meant to summon liquid comfort into my waiting cup ...
Today, I ran out of wine. It wasn’t a problem. Until it was. In a moment of desperation, or perhaps laziness, I muttered the old conjuration. A simple spell. One I’ve cast a thousand times, usually while annoyed by rambling peasants. Words meant to summon liquid comfort into my waiting cup ...
- 02 Jun 2025, 21:17
- Forum: Charaktergeschichten
- Thema: Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
- Antworten: 4
- Zugriffe: 43
Journal of Cydonia Haekashar
Entry 1
They say nothing lasts forever. That time wears down all things. Memories, kingdoms, friendships… even enemies. Like the scent of smoke that remembers fire.
They once called me the Witch of Fate. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Though lately, it sounds more like a warning than a title ...
They say nothing lasts forever. That time wears down all things. Memories, kingdoms, friendships… even enemies. Like the scent of smoke that remembers fire.
They once called me the Witch of Fate. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Though lately, it sounds more like a warning than a title ...