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Exploring had always been one of his favorite pastimes, his molten body allowing him to squeeze through Mother’s veins easily, entering even her most far-flung regions. However, he would always return to Mother’s warmest embrace, her heart-like core spreading life to all that surrounded her. Each time was the same, an exploration into a vein slightly different from the last, or if he was lucky, a cavernous expanse. And when his thirst for adventure was sated he would return.

After what those who lived above would classify as ages of monotonous flow, something new happened.

He had not left his Mother’s core presence for long when he became aware of a great vibration in the veins directly before him. As he curiously swam closer the rumbling grew louder and louder, sounding like hundreds of Mother’s motions but all occurring directly above.

Suddenly there was an enormous difference in pressure; he was being ripped away from her presence. Looking back one last time, he saw her beautiful core before it was obscured by the vein.

Soon he realized that this vein had opened upon many other veins, all rushing towards the surface. Every so often he would sense another’s scared presence, riding the torrent away from everything it knew.

Finally everything was stopping, quiet, cold. The molten blood of the Mother rained back down upon itself and cooled, forming a perfectly smooth lake of liquid stone. Soon he became aware that the stone was cooling and taking solid form as a plane of black glass.

Panic. He had to get away, but it was too late. Soon he became one with the glass, trapped for eternity in its dark depths. Devoid of Mother’s warmth and light he was afraid. He was alone.

Darkness above and darkness below. Ages passed before his panic ceased, before he became aware of the core which passed above him, so far away, when the expanse above was blue; and the tiny lights, trapped in their own black prison when the core above went away, and the expanse above grew colder. The little ones shared his nightmare and so he found comfort knowing he was not alone.

More time passed before another event would change his life entirely.

It seemed one night that one of those trapped in the prison above had become free, passing through the sky with a blazing glory. Hope swelled inside him. More and more of the creatures above were free of their prison, all following the first, all appearing to grow closer, brighter, faster…

Massive concussions struck the prison, each shattering the solid stone, opening sharp chasms and pits in the broken glass. Finally, he would be free...

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Tue Jul 19, 2005 1:05 pm
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A final set of concussions rumbled through his silent prison as more craters were blown into the ground, throwing large sharp shards of the volcanic glass skyward.

He found himself staring at the edge of his boundless cell, freedom which had never existed barely beyond his furthest reaches. Trying to exert all of his pressure upon the solid rock before him the truth resounded in the back of his mind. He was not still a liquid. Mother's own blood he had been, but now he was as a scab upon her flesh, the remenant of past wounds. No, he would have to test the force this body composed of mother's flesh against the encompassing barrier.

Exerting all of his strength to free himself, the stone before him began to crack, splinter, and eventually crumble. With a final burst, his heavy body broke forth from the glass, landing amid the splintered stone.

The air whipped down through the cavities in the rock and ran down the narrow craters, whistling around him, welcoming him to freedom.

How long had he lain there, ages of imprisonment replaced by joyful absorbtion of the ebb and flow of this strange world he had observed for so long. Then, a greater treat. He rolled over.

The sky stretched far above him, warming now with the core above entering view. With a diminishing amount of effort he hoisted himself from his position. He would try to mount the lip of the crater and gaze upon the expanses beyond the scar. More important than even that vision, would be to lay eyes upon those who gave him freedom. The ones that escaped from the prison above. Surely they had seen him below.

Clumsy limbs scraping along the torn slopes, chipping away the rock ahead to make purchase upon slippery sections, and often finding difficulty with the form he had been thrust into, he made his progression.

Finally his forthmost edge was curled around the lip of the hole, he could finally leave. The other limb found hold as well and he hoisted his formost half free. Half within and half outside the hole he pulled himself upright and looked before him to see the most amazing sight...

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Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:25 am
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Sael, still devastated by her brief contact with Eltharion, had finally emerged from obscurity. Her connection to Oleana destroyed by her unwilling violation, Sael had teetered on the brink of madness.

In despair, Sael departed from the company of man, and beast. She walked the ways long forgotten, even by elves and dwarves, looking to renew her meaning for existence.

Through deep caverns, she faced unspeakable abominations, using only her magics and her wits, she escaped them all. Faced with runes carved into the face of a volcano, she passed, unheeding their long dead words. In pools of tepid filth, she strode as noble and brave as the most ferocious king. Through all of these horrors she emerged, her body unharmed and her soul still at unease.

Without knowing it, she marched far from the established borders of civilization. On the edges of the Eternal Mount, she walked across a lake of glass, indifferent to the scorching wind and the blasting heat.

One fateful night, under the rain of Olandar*, she found herself at the edge of a glassy crater. Looking down into it, she saw nothing but shadows and darkness.

And then there was life.

*A centennial star-storm which is believed to inspire two epic events in the world. One of great sorrow, the other of great joy.

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Wed Jul 27, 2005 2:27 pm
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He found himself standing before another being, completely different from all he knew.

Could it be? Was this creature one of those from the prison above?

Lowering himself slightly he inspected this shorter being more closely. The being was curved smoothly (despite its solid form) and nowhere could he discern any trace of rock. Instead all he could see was a soft layer of some fluffy substance, much like the objects that he had seen when the core above made the sky blue; some strange and smooth pink surface which seemed disconnected from the other, outer layer; and long flexible black structures which extended from the being's top. Furthermore, the being's midsection pulsed, seemingly moving air through its openings.

Of course the being had come from the prisons above! How could it not? It shared so much in common with them, just as he was as solid and black as the prison below.

Letting out a low pitched vibration comparable to that of a whale, he extended one of his limbs gingerly, curious as to how this creature felt. Green ringed orbs near the holes moved, tracking the limb which was slowly extending. As his glass extremity touched the surface of the mysterious being near its holes the surface moved slightly, giving in to the slight pressure. Then, as he moved his touch closer to a crack beneath the holes, a red line appeared, spilling forth tiny drops of liquid to fill the scratch he left behind in the being's surface..

He recoiled from the cut, a high pitched tone escaping him quickly in his horror.

Memories of his separation from mother and the time spent in his prison flooded back to him in waves with the droplets of the crimson liquid which appeared on the being's surface. He had repeated the fate he had experienced.

This being had bled like mother had so long ago, but the creature stood unphased by the loss of its children, even as they ran down along the cut and dropped to the glassy ground below.

Did mother watch us go so unmoved? Did she not love us?

A feeling of insignificance swept throughout his dark glass body. He had so many questions...

The low pitch escaped him again, pure curiosity, now tinged with despair, reaching out to the being who stood before him.

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Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:37 pm
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Sael's pale green eyes looked up at the curious creature which approached her. It seemed to have been cut from living glass -- barely humanoid, yet wholly animal. Could this be my sign?, she thought, unflinching as the creature bent down to leer at her. The beast's indiscernible eyes seemed to be searching her features for a familiar sign. Uncertain what would happen next, Sael waited with the patience of one who's life was empty, and was searching for new meaning.

A subsonic vibration caused all of the hair on Sael's neck to stand on end. The creature sounded...pitiful, sad almost. It's mourning, she realized.

With a slow, deliberate movement, it's jagged appendage ground towards Sael's cheek. Unfazed by the danger, Sael stood still. The blockey finger dragged across her skin, cutting her pale flesh in a clean straight line. The creature reacted in terror to Sael's blood. Interesting. Sael thought that the emissary of Oleana would have been...smarter.

The creature stood, seemingly stupefied, alternating between awkward silence and it's low keening moan. Deciding the obsidian shadow must be a sign from Oleana, Sael took the initiative. Reaching out, she gently took the hand of the creature. Softly stroking the smooth faces of it's form, she smiled and tapped her chest, speaking to it softly.

Sael.

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Mon Aug 01, 2005 6:52 pm
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The being took one of his limbs in one of it's fragile analogues, using the other to sweep across his surface as the air had when he was first freed. Comforted by this gesture he slowed his vibrating, soon ceasing the sounds.

Soon the being tapped its pulating section and made a noise. In response he stared back quietly. The gesture was repeated, the sound identical. A third time.

Sael The being seemed appreciative of this sound, continuing its comforting strokes, it seemed he was to know it by this sound.

The end of the being's limb extened now to touch his midsection. Perhaps the being wanted a sound he enjoyed, a sound with which to identify him.

He knew very few sounds, most were the vibrations casued by mother's motions or the sounds of others like himself, the rest had come since the escape of the beings from above. Retracting his form he sat upon the glossy ground, then he experimented with a sound. This did not seem to satisfy the being before him. The surface above its orbs rippled a moment.

He waited for further guidance in the being's request...

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Tue Aug 02, 2005 3:35 am
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Sael smiled warmly as the creature she had found purred receptively to her words.

Her smile was intensified as the creature seemed to imitate her actions, trying to provide her with a name. Smart little...er...big guy, you are. Sael said to herself. The creature didn't seem to be able to form words very well, Sael realized, quirking her brow in confusion.

Staring at his glassy body, the being's form gave Sael an idea.

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Obsidian?, Sael called, hoping her lessons had paid off. She stood a dozen strides from the awkward looking creature, and had been trying to convince it to come to it's name for a few minutes now, with little luck. Waving her arms encouragingly, she tried to draw the being to her.

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Thu Aug 11, 2005 10:25 am
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Obsidian?

It seemed that the being, over the course of the time it had been trying to communicate with him, had tried to impress upon him a sound with which to be identified.

At her motions and the sound he was coming to associate with himself, Obsidian stepped closer to this Sael.

Obsidian.

Obsidian hummed with joy, enjoying learning to communicate. He had been alone so long. So very long.

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Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:01 pm
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As the core above carried on with its daily appearances, and the prison above filled the void it left behind many times over, Obsidian gradually learned how to communicate with Sael. The going was difficult, but over time their communication became passable.

In time, others emerged from the prison as well. Most of Obsidian's fellow prisoners were, like him, torn from mother's embrace. Others seemed more akin to the ground surrounding the molten glass. All the others left promptly after freeing themselves, or being freed in Obsidian's delvings amongst the craters and crevices. He had little else to do when Sael stopped moving each night, or when she sought out the green objects she enveloped in the areas beyond the glass.

After each of the freed prisoners left, Obsidian longed to go with them, and discover this new world as they did, but always he stayed and awaited the return of his saviour.

After Obsidian was most certain there were no more prisoners to be freed from the glass that he could find, Obsidian decided it was safe to finally fulfill his curiosity.

Sael.

Sael turned to look at him, still in the process of enveloping some of the green material she collected, a look he had come to associate with her curiosity spreading across her face.

Slowly, and with some effort, he laid his question ot before her. What is out... there? Obsidian gestured beyond the glass and the green things and rocky places on its edges.

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Mon Sep 05, 2005 7:17 pm
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Time passed like a river flowing over a stony bed of jagged rocks. Though the progress was rough and uneven, the persistence of the stream slowly smoothed the edges of the stones. Soon, finely polished works of natural art exist where only harsh and rough raw materials once were.

Obsidian learned in much the same way as a dog might. With enthusiasm, but very little sense of continuity. Often he would seem to regress back by days or weeks, and other times he would pick up concepts more adroitly than the brightest student at Talriarin.

His wildness is his greatest quality, Sael knew, and his biggest handicap.

This realization was what prepared her for when he approached her and asked about the world beyond their small class room. She had not prepared any philosophical smoke-screens for this moment, instead she turned the question back at him.

Everything is out there, Obsidian. Waiting a moment for her mysterious statement to be processed, she continued. Wherever you'd like to go, we can. That's the only way to learn what's beyond the horizon.

Looking expectantly at him, she smiled. It was time to move on, she knew, and the world was big enough for all the adventure they could want.

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Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:11 pm
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Everything is out there, Obsidian.

Wherever you'd like to go, we can. That's the only way to learn what's beyond the horizon.


Obsidian slowly looked out towards the borders of his knowledge, the edges of the scar he had known for so long. As much as he had despaired his imprisonment here, he now feared leaving the prison he now knew as a home, memories of the last adventure he had embarked upon fresh in his mind, an eternity after their transpiration.

As his feeling of dread welled up inside of him, he looked down toward his savior, Sael, and saw her face curve into a 'smile.' Instantly he was bathed in a feeling of hope, and his curiosity entered into the place where his fear once stood.

Obsidian lifted an extent of his body which Sael had called an 'arm' and pointed toward the horizon.

There.

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