Hey everyone, as some of you know already, TTW (The Tribe Wars) project originally planned was delayed and ultimately completely revised for another time; for now team Phoenix and members of Team Runic from Phoenix Studio are hosting the next big commmunity project release, when successful and finished.

This thread is ensurely used and dedicated to the plot of TTW, and it's short small storyline teasers released to public eyes. As a whole, there shouldn't be too much to expect, but form whenever on, and whenever possible, updates will be made and new replies will be made with scriptures from the story as a whole if we can ensure it. Anyhow, enjoy reading these, and please leave constructive-critisizm or comments or just simply discuss about this if you will. Now then, I'll leave you to it...

The skies above were covered by shadows in all but occasional breakings of glimmering moonlight. A house was before him and the night was growing faint, and to his desire, Dod decided to rest there waiting for the break of day. Confound in the stillness of current night, a fire was lit half bright and half waning. It fulfilled a gaze of the tranquility around and vanished just as it had begun so suddenly. Dod gazed at the burning crisps as they slowly turned to cinder and dissolved. A faint whisper, hoarse, echoed in shrill soundings in the void, whispers of shadows eluded his mind. “Nothing gained, not all things lost… voices in the shadow, torment, torment…” At the strain of the last word, Dod felt a faint echo and lost his grip for a moment as the voice echoes in disperse. “Darkness! Darkness is all that kept, revealing to you…” Amid these whispers of dark tongue, a sharp shiver was felt and awakened inside Dod as he lost himself to the darkening surrounding. The fire grew dim and declined into cinders of burnt memories; the darkness weaved ever still. Again with a twirl, the fire slowly faded and its shape was meet with the gaze of Dod. Watching what last remains dispersing, Dod fell into his thoughts as the fire dispersed into dancing echoes of waning flames.
A small chant was heard faint and bleak but Dod made out the words and slowly repeated them in thought.

“Ere long whence the mountains rained down,
from the shaping of lands afar.
Distant forming the stars above
where lain the lands of treachery are.”

Voices of old were eluded in his passing, between his mind half-awake and that on subconscious levels present. Dark thoughts were of the telling; voices that grasped his will forced upon faint echoes of memories distant, forgotten. As the room grew bitter and lit in a glooming night, whispers of darkness from the shadows surrounding outgrew the silence. The Night’s tranquility was delayed and broken off by the reoccurring chills forming nearby. The east wind, blowing, bypassed the now half-concealed house Dod lay in.
As he lay, barely giving a glance over the dimly noticed murmurings swirling around, a hint of awareness gave away, and his thoughts regained bearing forced upon the surrounding murmurs. Imposing and remembering on what had just happened, a note of concern arouse to his thoughts impending. Why, why such voices, am I hearing? Strains of thought seem of their telling, why, why me? Feeling the strain of enforcement giving away to his will, Dod regained what was left of his attention. I’m growing tired, weary, for the moment at least. I should just rest tonight; maybe being in slumber will do it. Thinking to this thought, Dod placed a mat over the dusted floor and pulled back preparing to rest. That’s it. I just have to keep the right mind after a long travel. That’ll do. Repeating the last words ‘that’ll do’, Dod decided to lay down slowly falling into sleep, faint to be.

In his recurring thoughts of late, in dormant, his imagination gave way to his subconscious and it bore from his past experiences, a memory of sorts; one posing his understanding of things, or in the least of things, what he had hoped to understand through what little he comprehended through his insights. To this it held its course for the night, a course referring for his ideals unexposed, for little was known to Dod, even a knowledge of his own self made clear was never understood to its full extents deeper. Descendent of Divinity is this title bestowed upon him, but he never took onto this as an entity or bearing. Instead, some reasons concealed and other noticeable mask his understanding of the world seen through his potential still at current. An understanding it still remains, even as bare as it is just as is his comprehension of and true desire for knowing himself in a manner that claimed justifying to his will, a passion for preconceptions, the philosopher’s mark.
This presence existing in his current soul marked his true and controversial nature as this night was dark and gave way to his subconscious imagination, an imagination that remained still for the moment in comparison to what events taking place currently. A deep night lacking of an essence or will to give away to one self’s inner nature lay still. It was in an uneasy but abandoned house that Dod lay, always with a passion in his nature giving away his understandings and at times, confounding desires.

Upon the late hour in judging, a recurring fragment of thought was given and kept to; a thought disturbing that kept him awake. No longer did the surrounding remain so vague as it was, and to that, Dod was grasped to the will of thought by sudden deep, even unaware. Of what his subconscious could make out and keep, among them were words or fragments of words seeming to bare or have bore forsaken meanings of old. These words became phrases and grew in his mind until it gives way with small restrictions from being kept. Fire and ice, they remain the only pyre to wane. Shadow untamed, the burden of bane. You bare no shadows from the traces of thoughts, lines and memories evading, without a need of purpose. It is no false aspire to bear such things needed, for your time of arriving will have a beginning and yours too will awaken. To the distancing sound of the word ‘awaken’, glimmer arouse within Dod and the idle wake gave away to the night’s deserved rest prolonging. Dod, once fully awakened, felt an understanding of his thoughts, even with their vague meaning to him, as is his impression on their meaning, it made no matter grave enough to incline to anything otherwise.
What, what, my thoughts… What happened? Questioning still, his impression grew and he came to recognize of his thought’s telling, of how they held meaning, indescribable by either need or comprehension. But even still, clear sense gave way, and Dod acted on his ration rather than instincts for the coming moment. So hard to bear, my best hope would… be… to forge-e-e-et… Reminding him to the word of a sudden, a sensation overcame Dod with a desire and need for rest, as he acquainted to the urge and decided to rest for the prolonged night.

The day broke out clear, with barely of a reminder of last night's passing, but for what had remained, anxiety formed to a feeling of his bearings and the occurrences of the previous night. Much of his memory of the night’s passing was vague and unclear, but for what he could remember, a trace of thought was made out, and to that he held his course for the day… To be continued

[This message has been edited by Sandro The Wicke (edited 01-02-2007 @ 11:21 AM).]