Into the Trees

As i trek under the dappled shadows of a small wood at the foot of the hill, the wind blows gently and i can hear the voice again.. "what is your favourite season ?". the feel of fresh snow crunching between my orc toes, the cold wind invigorating my lungs, my breath blowing around in clouds..

yes, for all those reasons it has to be summer

Mernac Map

Here is the scrawlers second vision...

Mernac Globe

The scrawler has sent me visions, which i neither like nor understand... here is the first

The world as i see it

The greens are vivid, the shimmering stream cascades in different shades of blue and brown. my feet are cool in the water. As i lay back to rest on the bank, a different voice enters my head..it is the mother Siberlee. she invites guidance from the likes of me(!) to have a say in the future of Mernac. i feel honoured and privileged. and...proud!

I will fight for this world, as long as i can, i will shout from the highest mountains. Mernac cannot fail, it must not fail...

i must head to miroden to meet with the shadow guard (and hopefully mother Terees)..

The voice returns (outside)

I am on a rocky ledge. I see before me a vast plain and at its furthest edge, a forest. I feel compelled to head towards it and start my descent. as the loose rocks scatter before me announcing the beginning of my journey, the voice returns. It descends from on high and swirls around me.
"Which Mernacian character would you like to have dinner with and why? The voice teases me.
I think long and hard as i go forth.
Mother Terees is understanding and all knowing.
Any of my sister shadow guards would be Excellent company(although they all desire me so). But who would wish to dine with an orc who eats his own kind when the opportunity arises? Who could gaze over the table at a slabbering green tinged creature chewing on an eyeball and find it charming?

It would have to be Barak or a descendant of Barak...His son Canu. He is somewhat of a tortured soul and his couplets, songs and poems could keep me entertained. The decision is made and the question answered.
Now please take your leave of me voice of quont and let me travel with my own thoughts for a while.

Time to go...

It is time for me to leave the cave now... I shall keep you all informed of what occurs above ground. (the tame scrawler will do my bidding).

A Tale to tell

For anyone Who wishes to know my tale, a barbaric scrawler of runes and letters has scraped it on to parchment Here.

It is merely a raindrop compared to the storm that has been my life so far, but it will suffice until i can hold the scimitar to the scrawlers skinny throat again and "persuade" him to elaborate.