Post by Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar on Jul 5, 2011 17:54:04 GMT -5
These records are written entirely in the native Daemon script in a small, leather-bound book that was gifted to Gabriel by the Elvish librarians the year he became Daemon Lord. It is stored in a hidden location deep in the Daemon Tunnels and as such he can only add entries when he visits, leading to the memories being recorded in the past tense.
Entries written in italics are records of events that occurred before his crowning as Daemon Lord, and thus were added from memory a long time after the event took place. These are recorded in a story-telling style to the best of Gabriel's memory but may contain some factual inaccuracies. Additions or revisions from characters present during these events are welcome (please record as a reply to this thread in the fontCalibri, in italics, and in any colour other than Teal, Purple, Maroon or White).
Entries written in italics are records of events that occurred before his crowning as Daemon Lord, and thus were added from memory a long time after the event took place. These are recorded in a story-telling style to the best of Gabriel's memory but may contain some factual inaccuracies. Additions or revisions from characters present during these events are welcome (please record as a reply to this thread in the fontCalibri, in italics, and in any colour other than Teal, Purple, Maroon or White).
Litharia is beautiful. It is not an adequate description for the place, but anything else sounds cheesy and that would offend my love for this place even more than derisory descriptions. My home still holds a place in my heart, my memories, myself - it created me, shaped me into the Daemon that I am today. But Litharia, the forest...among the trees I am wild, independent, unfettered by politics. I am more instinct than consciousness, nothing more and nothing less than Daemon. My senses define me; there is nothing but life and death. Time does not exist. I belong here.
This is why I am content to hold a position that is as dangerous as it is demanding. There is only one other thing that I would ever describe with love, and that is my kind. The Daemon's are unique, from another world entirely, almost alien in this world of Fae and Shifters and Humans. We are violent and unpredictable and striking, sentient predators of instinct and cold intelligence. So I lead this mesmerizing race in order to protect everything that defines us; for the better of Daemons, even at the expense of anything else.
You might call me cruel, merciless, cunning.
You would be right.
But the Fae accept us here, and for that I am grateful. I respect their most fundamental laws and encourage other Daemons to do the same, but never at the expense of us.
We deserve that much.