Beyond the Aegis, Vol. 1
by Lord Broadstreet
My travels have taken me, oh so many places, my dear readers. From visiting cloud villages in the heart of the Black Mountains, to exploring the abandoned sea cities beneath the Forgotten Ocean, I have seen a great many things.
When I was but seventeen years old, my readers, I was given authority to document wild flowers outside the Aegis. It was then my glorious adventures began.
It was the eagle perched on a lone tree that drove me further into the wilds of this strange world. Its talons were formed of steel, and its eyes were as blue as the whole sky. The tree was scarred, as if this giant avian had made its home on the branch. But as he saw me, the creature lifted himself in the air and came sweeping down at me, his horrible talons grabbing my shoulders and dragging me into the air. I screamed for help, all I was worth, but I believe only the dry grasses had pity on me, but as the Light had not given them the ability to speak, they could only watch.
I do not know how far I flew in the grip of the feathered monstrocity. Night was falling when he finally set me on the ground, at which time I felt the nausia of sleep overwhelm me. When I awoke, I discovered to my horror my instruments and pack of food had disappeared.
I was on a vast plain of grass, with stalks that reached to my very shoulders. I heard sounds, like barking dogs, ad a howl of screams so horrid that I had to close my mind lest my terror be realized and cause me to fear. I ran through the grass, the tendrils cutting me, the sound of rushing creatures from behind. And then I broke free from the grass, and saw a gigantic, glittering lake, which shone like a sky-lit jewel, and I saw an old man with a staff of thorns, and when he saw me, he opened his mouth and fire came rushing out, and the world went up in smoke.
My travels have taken me, oh so many places, my dear readers. From visiting cloud villages in the heart of the Black Mountains, to exploring the abandoned sea cities beneath the Forgotten Ocean, I have seen a great many things.
When I was but seventeen years old, my readers, I was given authority to document wild flowers outside the Aegis. It was then my glorious adventures began.
It was the eagle perched on a lone tree that drove me further into the wilds of this strange world. Its talons were formed of steel, and its eyes were as blue as the whole sky. The tree was scarred, as if this giant avian had made its home on the branch. But as he saw me, the creature lifted himself in the air and came sweeping down at me, his horrible talons grabbing my shoulders and dragging me into the air. I screamed for help, all I was worth, but I believe only the dry grasses had pity on me, but as the Light had not given them the ability to speak, they could only watch.
I do not know how far I flew in the grip of the feathered monstrocity. Night was falling when he finally set me on the ground, at which time I felt the nausia of sleep overwhelm me. When I awoke, I discovered to my horror my instruments and pack of food had disappeared.
I was on a vast plain of grass, with stalks that reached to my very shoulders. I heard sounds, like barking dogs, ad a howl of screams so horrid that I had to close my mind lest my terror be realized and cause me to fear. I ran through the grass, the tendrils cutting me, the sound of rushing creatures from behind. And then I broke free from the grass, and saw a gigantic, glittering lake, which shone like a sky-lit jewel, and I saw an old man with a staff of thorns, and when he saw me, he opened his mouth and fire came rushing out, and the world went up in smoke.