The Mechanics of Peace
by David "Lord
Davidian", posted on April 17th, 2001
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Greetings gracious readers! My long (but quite eventful) journey
across the vast landscape of Arcanum has finally come to an end.
The time has come for me to express, in writing, the perrils and
pitfalls of my many and varied experiences as I travelled throughout
this mysterious and wunderous land. I, therefore, present to you
the first installment of one of many epic tales which I call "The
Mechanics of Peace":
It was a calm moon-lit night in the prestine Benlith forest. The
generators nearby supplied the not-so-distant city of Copperville
with the energetic nightlife it was famous for.
Delvun Oakwood sat peacefully atop the oak tree under which he
was birthed. He crossed his legs under him and took in a deep breath
of the sweet night air. The familiar smells of burning inscence
and dampened wood permiated throughout the forest and filled his
nostrils. The low, steady hum given off by the generators just beyond
the tranquil forest oddly added to the young Elf's sense of inner
Delvun enjoyed climbing up to his favorite spot far above his
village after a long rain. It gave him time to think and reflect
on current happenings.
Looking down upon the many wooden huts scattered along the ground
far below, Delvun envied how soundly his Kindred could sleep while
the Elders continued their loud, incessant chanting. Every night
of a full moon this would start and, so, every full moon Delvun
would forego sleep, finding solitude only in meditating atop this
great oak tree.
Sure, Delvun understood why the chanting was necessary; without
it, the Earth Goddess Kyra would cease granting the Elders the powers
of magick. What he could not understand, however, was why magick
was so important. Delvun came to believe that any problems he faced
could easily be dealt with using his bow and blade.
The Elders dismissed the naive Youngblood's notions as he dismissed
theirs; stating that he was too young to fully appreciate the heritage
behind the "Magick Traditions". Delvun cared not for their
ramblings but respected them nonetheless.
It was nearly five hours past the rising of the full moon. Soon
the chanting of the Elders would finally cease and a new day would
begin. "Thanks be to Kyra for that.", Delvun thought to
himself, chuckling out loud.
A village meeting would take place this morning, Delvun realized.
The topic of much debate lately has been whether or not the growing
expansion of Copperville posed a real threat to the sacred forest.
Also, what precautions, if any, should be taken to ensure the sanctity
of the forest and it's many inhabitants. Delvun could only assume
that these would be the pressing questions posed at the meeting.
Being a mere Youngblood of fourty-two cycles of age, Delvun knew
he would have little say in the matters. Nonetheless, he was very
interested in voicing his opinion and in hearing what others had
Delvun's feelings were decided at this moment after much meditation.
He could find no logical reason to fear a city that for many cycles
has respected the boundries set forth by the Elders. "Besides,",
he reasoned to himself, "you can't really halt the march of
progress, right?" ........
Watch for the next installment coming soon gracious readers. ;o)
"Experience builds body, mind and soul" -Lord Davidian-