Post by Lumi on Jan 24, 2007 23:00:43 GMT -5
For the sake of clarity, here I have the contents of all the tabulas transcribed. XD And spoiler-covered, so highlight down below. WHEE.
--Spoiler Starts Here--
--Blue Tabulas--
Twilight is upon me; darkness overtakes my sight. In the fading glow, I unburden my memories upon stone, lest they rot away with my flesh:
How the Rehda once lived with Alma in the land of Canaan, tranquil under her protection, until the arrival of the black calamity. Long has our past laid shrouded in this darkness. I leave these writings as the last Rehda to have seen Alma. May the faithful Emelas tablets reveal my vision to readers ages hence. O, one who challenges the deep darkness, I can only hope that thine light shines true.
--Red Tabulas--
I first describe the Emelas, upon which sit these words. A crystalline fiber spun from stone called Emel, it was imparted to us on this land by Alma of Eldeen, home of the gods. It is said to be the life's blood and mother's milk of that ancient country. In a cauldron of cold water, various colors of Emelas were interwoven, creating a Black Emelas of power and a White Emelas of life. The black possessed the power of all colors, whilst the white had the ability to speak to that black power. In time, the blackness rose over the great sea as soldiers, and the white glow became wings upon the backs of the gods.
--Gold Tabulas--
I must also write of the Tailless, who existed in our land as children of Alma, just as we Rehda did. Clever and strong, they could accomplish whatever their hearts desired. They learned Alma's work, and were soon able to spin Emelas. Upon mastering this art, they dreamt of spinning even the black and the white, but Alma would never teach them-- for without wings, they could not hope to control the black power. Even so, they never abandoned hope, and continued their solitary pursuit in their caves. But never did they see the raven-black light. All that was born from their cauldron was neither white nor black, but gray Emelas.
--Black Tabulas--
I now write of the Ark of Black Emelas, and the cataclysm that befell Canaan. The raven-black Ark, said to have been built by Alma, quieted winded and waves, bringing peace to Eldeen. But when the Tailless tread within to find the secret to Black Emelas, its power rained down as calamity. They foolishly tried to control it, but without the white glow, the black power cannot be governed. The Ark went mad; the sea overflowed. Once Alma had calmed the Ark, only high ground remained-- Canaan was now an island chain. Alma said that her followers, the Rehda, were safe, so she spread her wings, left her white form, and returned to the heavens.
--White Tabulas--
All appeared to be lost-- however, this tale does not end with Canaan. The calamity's tidal wave visited even the distant shores of the gods. It is said many of them wished to return to the heavens, but that some left for new lands, taking Rehda and Tailless with them. We, the Canaan Rehda, chose to live on the islands to guard Alma's soul. I, too, will soon depart for the sacred lands, wrapped in white wings. My memories are distant, and only twilight is close. But I have no fears, for morning only comes after darkness. Reader, until the day tranquility returns to the seas of Canaan, I pray that Alma's blessings go with thee.[/size]
Spoiler Done. XD
Maybe that helps?
--Spoiler Starts Here--
--Blue Tabulas--
Twilight is upon me; darkness overtakes my sight. In the fading glow, I unburden my memories upon stone, lest they rot away with my flesh:
How the Rehda once lived with Alma in the land of Canaan, tranquil under her protection, until the arrival of the black calamity. Long has our past laid shrouded in this darkness. I leave these writings as the last Rehda to have seen Alma. May the faithful Emelas tablets reveal my vision to readers ages hence. O, one who challenges the deep darkness, I can only hope that thine light shines true.
--Red Tabulas--
I first describe the Emelas, upon which sit these words. A crystalline fiber spun from stone called Emel, it was imparted to us on this land by Alma of Eldeen, home of the gods. It is said to be the life's blood and mother's milk of that ancient country. In a cauldron of cold water, various colors of Emelas were interwoven, creating a Black Emelas of power and a White Emelas of life. The black possessed the power of all colors, whilst the white had the ability to speak to that black power. In time, the blackness rose over the great sea as soldiers, and the white glow became wings upon the backs of the gods.
--Gold Tabulas--
I must also write of the Tailless, who existed in our land as children of Alma, just as we Rehda did. Clever and strong, they could accomplish whatever their hearts desired. They learned Alma's work, and were soon able to spin Emelas. Upon mastering this art, they dreamt of spinning even the black and the white, but Alma would never teach them-- for without wings, they could not hope to control the black power. Even so, they never abandoned hope, and continued their solitary pursuit in their caves. But never did they see the raven-black light. All that was born from their cauldron was neither white nor black, but gray Emelas.
--Black Tabulas--
I now write of the Ark of Black Emelas, and the cataclysm that befell Canaan. The raven-black Ark, said to have been built by Alma, quieted winded and waves, bringing peace to Eldeen. But when the Tailless tread within to find the secret to Black Emelas, its power rained down as calamity. They foolishly tried to control it, but without the white glow, the black power cannot be governed. The Ark went mad; the sea overflowed. Once Alma had calmed the Ark, only high ground remained-- Canaan was now an island chain. Alma said that her followers, the Rehda, were safe, so she spread her wings, left her white form, and returned to the heavens.
--White Tabulas--
All appeared to be lost-- however, this tale does not end with Canaan. The calamity's tidal wave visited even the distant shores of the gods. It is said many of them wished to return to the heavens, but that some left for new lands, taking Rehda and Tailless with them. We, the Canaan Rehda, chose to live on the islands to guard Alma's soul. I, too, will soon depart for the sacred lands, wrapped in white wings. My memories are distant, and only twilight is close. But I have no fears, for morning only comes after darkness. Reader, until the day tranquility returns to the seas of Canaan, I pray that Alma's blessings go with thee.[/size]
Spoiler Done. XD
Maybe that helps?