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Date Posted: 20:48:09 06/11/02 Tue
Author: Pugs
Subject: Plague Scenario cont.

Pugs stared in dissapointment at the books in front of him. "It's all nonsense!" The hunt Mags had lead into the depths of Deciet had yeilded what appeared to be twisted works of poetry written by the thief of the books on magical plague creation from the Lyceaum.

"Hmmm... I'm not so sure Pugs" Mags said, reading over Pugs' shoulder, ".. while whoever wrote it is quite obviously insane, there is a sort of coherency to the words. Maybe we can distill some meaning from it all."

Pugs looked skeptical. He stared for a while more at the book open in front of him. "Alright, pour yourself some wine Mags, let's see what we can make of it.. at least we can tell which book is first in the series."



Aye it is! This darkness mine!
The prize that one, once did find,
forgotten now, beneath it all,
this weight of sound, the thick black call.

I am born! Born complete!
Past aons now, mine to keep,
So many things, a spell moving,
leathery wings, and flame that sings,

The world moves! See how it moves!
I stand still and IT moves about ME!
And it knows.. stairs, floor and bridge,
all place themselves beneath my feet,
and moves them for me.

Babies! Wailing in their crib,
arrogant and powerless,
forever broken beyond repair.

Coming! Coming! Coming! soon...
The house must be dusted,
the servants arrayed,
waiting for the darkest day.

I have come and not come,
am here and not here,
servent and master... me.

Dust the house... dust the house... with poison...




A candle flickered and died. Pugs grunted.

"In Lor!"

Pugs felt a familiar shiver as Mags' magic worked on him. "Enough! Your spells won't save me from fatigue Mags." Mags looked suddenly thoughtful, but Pugs forstalled him, "and you'll not experiment on me! After a night of study I'm prepared to admit you may be right about there being some sense to.. that," Pugs gestered irritably at the book, but it's lost on me. Let's make it available to all rangers. The more people working on it the better chance we have of discovering what meaning might lie there."


Post your interpretations of the madman's writings in reply to this post guys, and hopefully we'll get some direction as to what form our hunt takes this weekend, :) he he. You don't have to interpret the whole thing, work with what others have posted. I think the riddle is quite hard, but it's hard to know when you already know the answer, so it may be quite easy :) Some parts should be easy enough, but the whole thing should be quite difficult.

enjoy! :)
Pugs

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