[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in
Stefan Eridoza's LiveJournal:
|Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004|
It's been a while. I almost forgot this journal was here.
It's so strange, there being people in D'ni again. Takes a bit of getting used to.
Had a wonderful evening in Gira with Mai. Being around her is like curling up in a warm sunbeam. I'm not letting her get away this time.
|Monday, July 26th, 2004|
It's been so long, I need to bring you all up to speed...
Let's just say for now that there was lots of WAITING involved.
Pondering asking Mai to marry me.
|Monday, May 10th, 2004|
I've been taking pictures, more than anything. Even geeked enough to make a webpageDCD
The atmosphere of Rezeero continues to facinate and sometimes scare me. It's like I'm stanging inside a Tesla sphere.
Spending much more time just hanging out in my Relto. It's so quiet there, even with the cannen playing. Sometimes I'll just lay on my back and watch the firelies dance over my head.
|Friday, April 16th, 2004|
|Wednesday, April 14th, 2004|
Heard from Maica today. I think she's been waiting for me to set my feet firmly on the path of the shell before contacting me. It's a relief to hear her voice again.
Well, THAT was amazing.
Although I was less than pleased at having to fling myself off a cliff repeatedly. But it was worth it to see the beam, and the lightning.
Although now that Rezeero is up and running, why doesn't the Nexxus terminal show the coordinates for the links?
There's something else I need to do... I just can't think of it.
Wait! Sharper's notbook...
Found it. Zandi was leaving coordinates just before the DRC closed the cavern. Sharper also knows I'm here. He was starting to activate the Great Zero, too, but I beat him to it. (HA! I bet he got hung up on having to fling himself over the side.) But he's left abruptly. I bet it has something to do with the coordinates. I have to go find them. Shouldn't be too hard.
|Sunday, April 11th, 2004|
She was standing right in front of me, and got away before I could talk to her. Dammit!
The shirt is hanging in my closet, for when it's time to wear it.
Back into D'ni, to see what I can find
|Saturday, April 10th, 2004|
Anyone who belives in the saying 'Whoever dies with the most toys, wins' should have to haul their ass through Kadish Tolesa. Jesu Christi on a pogostick that place sucked. Beautiful vistas, insanely confusing challeneges. Although, they served their purpose.
Guess what, sucker...I got some of your loot. Be that linking book was looking real good there at the end. Don't worry, you would have died anyhow. (although I wonder, if a few D'ni didn't survive. They couldn't have sent bodies through all of the books. Really.)
But I got through, and I'm resting in my Relto before I go back through the doors.
|Thursday, April 8th, 2004|
| The writers of the ages
have ever cried to the heavens
"Oh Gods, if the worlds of my mind
could only become worlds of the flesh!"
That has always been the way of it
The infinite possibility of worlds
can be reached, simply looking
through the pages of a book
What a wonder then are these
the Books of D'ni
That I have but to touch a page
to make it all too real
The Writers of the Ages
made all dreams reality
In the worlds of their minds
they were the Gods in the flesh
|Wednesday, April 7th, 2004|
Why yes, I am avoiding that last age, why do you ask?
Something about gigantic trees and bottomless pits gives me the creeps. Give me oversized mushrooms anyday.
I long to realy explore the city, but I needs must finish Yeesha's challenge for me first. And that includes topless trees.
I think I'll go relax in Teledahn and try to catch a glimps of Shroomie. Now that I have a KI, I should be able to catch a good picture.
Quite please with the bevy of firelies in my Relto. It gives the place some life. I'm not sure what insence is coming from the columns, but if I stand near them to too long, it gives a definate buzz.
My Relto has no carpet. I've seen the page, but I can't get to it. Scraped my chin and knees up trying to jump from ledge to rock to legde again. Cursed Yeesha loudly, heard Bahro screams. Mental note, no badmouthing the bosslady where unknown intelligent beasties can hear you.
Still, who the fuck does she think I am, Lara Croft?
My kingdom for a flashlight and a grappling hook.
|Dreams of D'ni and doctors
A strange combination, but my subconcious is under assault from the ages. I found myself wandering endlessly though the caves of Teledahn trying to decypher the pertoglyphs. Not too far off from the reality, really.
I haven't seen Maica in quite a while. I want to complete this 'request' of Yeesha's so that Mai will open back up to me. It seems that I have not yet been initiated deep enough into the secret society :) The need for me to find my way to the anwers on my own is understandable, but lonely.
|Tuesday, April 6th, 2004|
|the KI to the City
Have mine, finally. Maica was showing hers off a few weeks ago (as part of the plot to lure me to the cleft), and I was filled with Geek Envy. She insisted I needed one of my own, but refused to tell me where she'd ordered it from. I figured she was holding out on some 'way-cool' website. Little did I know.
Did no hear screams post-cloths in the prison age. Given the reports of beasties outside the walls, the Bahro probably avoid the place like the plague.
Did you ever notive that Yeesha says "we" when refering to the Bahro? I suspect she stumbled across them, and somehow convinced them to teach her more of the Art of Writing, and in turn, she was won over to their cause. Not that I blame her at all, they were treated like pretty much any other aboriginal culture. It seemed odd at first that the Bahro seemed to come from numerous ages...but then not so strange if you consider they were the original writers.
Makes you wonder what aboriginal cultures were pre-Bahro.
|Sunday, April 4th, 2004|
|One side will...
Giant Mushrooms. I feel like an elderly Alice, whisked away by Book to Wonderland. Complete with underlayers of menace and darkness.
"Met" though his writing, this Sharper Mai keeps speaking of. Interesting guy. I think he knows some of us are still around, though.
I wasn't around for the Phil debacle... let's just say I'm not convinced he's dead. Find a KI, but no body? Sharper may have had Phil's Relto book, but something tells me Phil was closer in rank to Zandi, or even Yeesha, I'm betting he had a backup. How could he have not notived it was missing, unless he had another. Mine thwaps against my thigh like a nightstick when I walk. I'd sure know if it was gone.
Which brings up another thought...Just how many of these Relto books did she make? And how it it that they all are the same, but not?
|Saturday, April 3rd, 2004|
Too busy to write here, unfortunatly. I need to remedy that lack. My feet are firmly set on the path she has lay for me.
Yesterday, I found my way into the city for the first time. I haven't the joy of seeing it full with people that Mai experienced. The worn stone echos with the chink of firemarbles kicked along the floor.
I wonder...what happened to the Heek table? From all accounts it was a welcome diversion for the DRC, and the assembled travelers.
Oppression everywhere. She talks about arrogance, and it shows. But there are also signs that the 'Least' have been slowly reclaiming the ages. Petroglyphs everywhere, some changed, some erased, it seams. Especially in the garden age, one of the Eders. The other Eder and the City erased, maybe?
I also keep hearing screams when I touch the journey-cloths. It's disturbing, to say the least. Are the Least watching me at her command... or despite her command?
|Friday, April 2nd, 2004|
|And so it begins.
I'm sure dear Mai would look at that subject and tell me I'd been watching too much B5 again. Silly girl. But, in a way, this is the start of a grand epic. After all her subtle (and not so subtle) hints, and the rest of the cosmos practically throwing signs at me, I finally made my way into the desert.
My first journey (hah!) into the cleft. My first thought was how in the hell was this here with no one finding it until now. Zandi, the entirely too casual looking guy by the stereotypical trailer, seems to be the answer to that question. He guards it as jealously as any Dragon. Don't let his laid back additude fool you.
And well he should guard it, for what lies within. And beyond.