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.

The Return

I am almost ready to leave now..before i follow the passage up to the light and the outside world, the voice asks me "What keeps you coming back to mernac?" Well as a fellow member of the shadow guard has already said, there is a small matter of being immortal to contend with. I have made a commitment to keeping the balance of harmony within this world. I do keep having dreams about someone in another world who sometimes sends me thoughts. He would say that the excitement of being involved in creating a fantasy world down to the last blade of grass is exceptionally habit forming, and difficult to stay away from.

Another Question

The voice returns as before, increasing and decreasing, it strokes the hairs on my neck and breathes into my ear... How do you defeat a creative block? it murmers...
Once more i feel compelled to reply. to defeat a creative block, one must distance oneself from it completely, leave it for a while, do something else, forget about it, ignore it and generally pay it no heed. after a while of neglect, it will slowly dissolve and dissappear. You will then be free to create or procreate depending on your will.

A Death and an Awakening explained...

The mists have lifted from my mind now... memories come to me fresh and clear.
i died saving the life of someone who did not know me. Mother Terees visited my soul and offered me service within the fabled shadow guard to restore balance and harmony in Mernac. This i readily accepted as i have unfinished business..When i reclaimed my body i returned here to the underground chamber which lies beneath my grave marker. When i have sufficient energy, i will venture forth once more into the light to see what adventures await...

Reflections in my Pool

It occurs to me from time to time, that as i sit on the edge of my pool, i can see visions of things that have happened in my past, things that are happening at the present (mostly involving a handsome orc peering into a pool at his reflection) and things that i do not recognise...perhaps visions of the future..?
And as i am looking, I am aware of little fish in the water swimming in and around these visions and revelling in them. But there are other fish deeper down who live in the dark and do not look happy at all.
perhaps i should do my best to bring some of the lower fish into the light and help them enjoy their existence more by experiencing these visions that make up the world of Mernac...

A Question Answered

A voice reverberates throughout my cave... it rises and falls in volume , it screams like a lover in the throes of passion and then whispers like the surgog breeze. How Do You Relax? it breathes.
The hairs on my back shiver.. i feel compelled to answer for the questioner has become clear in my mind...It is Quont, father of lust.
I relax in many ways, by eating in general and in particularly by eating my own species.disgusting to most, it causes me no end of problems in Mernac. I also pray daily for food to whatever god will listen...

to this day, the haunch of a bull-orc roasted to a cinder makes my fangs ache with anticipation.


oh...and i also read a lot.

On dry land

I seem to be crawling along now, grasping facts as i go, taking in the situation. I have sensed connections appearing from my cave to the places where gods, disciples and followers of Mernac reside. You may ask which god i worship and i would answer...i cannot remember at this time, so i would assume it is safe to pray to all the mothers and fathers for the moment (although i risk offending more than i please).

when the mists lift from my head i will be able to tell more, but for the time being i shall sleep.(ladies i regret to say, that i have not yet regained my energy)

surfacing

this orc is a blog virgin so to speak. the light hurts my eyes. i shall open them slowly so that i may take in this new world a little at a time. all I can hear is a steady drip....drip...drip from the back of the cave. i know not what season or year this is...yet. please allow me to become accustomed to my new surroundings..and ladies...contain yourselves please! i know i am attractive (for an orc) but refrain for a while until i can gather my strength.