The Journel of Dysis
~Bess Lyon~
::Introduction::
May 18, 1513
First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Dysis. I guard the ruins of Tar'git-il. A magical building that was once magnificant to look at. Now, although shattered and crumbled, the ruins still hold that magestic air. One that boasts of all the rituals that have been performed, and all that will be in the future. These ruins must be protected at all costs! Nothing, which is not meant to, shall pass through them as long as I guard them.
Now, I've decided to start this journel as a way of remembering all the travels and people I've met, I also want to write this as a way to help the next Guardian when she comes up against an obstical. And yes, History has said the Guardian must be a woman. Now, I leave to return to my post. Every eve, I shall return and write about the days events, and if there are none...well then I shall wait until there are.
September 12 1513
I have waited for months of the travelor who shall challenge me...the one who is destined to journey forth into these ruins. Yet, the chosen one has not shown. Their time grows short. The ruins are getting restless I can feel it. The magic pulses int he darkest hour each night, wanting to be released. Yes until the destined one arrives, it ill not be freed. I pray to the Goddesses that the chosen arrives soon...
September 30 1513
Finally! I feel the nearness of the destined one. I hope the Ruins can contain themselves until the One passes what has become known as the Tests of Dysis.
~Bess Lyon~
::Introduction::
May 18, 1513
First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Dysis. I guard the ruins of Tar'git-il. A magical building that was once magnificant to look at. Now, although shattered and crumbled, the ruins still hold that magestic air. One that boasts of all the rituals that have been performed, and all that will be in the future. These ruins must be protected at all costs! Nothing, which is not meant to, shall pass through them as long as I guard them.
Now, I've decided to start this journel as a way of remembering all the travels and people I've met, I also want to write this as a way to help the next Guardian when she comes up against an obstical. And yes, History has said the Guardian must be a woman. Now, I leave to return to my post. Every eve, I shall return and write about the days events, and if there are none...well then I shall wait until there are.
September 12 1513
I have waited for months of the travelor who shall challenge me...the one who is destined to journey forth into these ruins. Yet, the chosen one has not shown. Their time grows short. The ruins are getting restless I can feel it. The magic pulses int he darkest hour each night, wanting to be released. Yes until the destined one arrives, it ill not be freed. I pray to the Goddesses that the chosen arrives soon...
September 30 1513
Finally! I feel the nearness of the destined one. I hope the Ruins can contain themselves until the One passes what has become known as the Tests of Dysis.