Gallade's Story Archive

 Allow me to stumble vaguely into your home, allow me to make my way on bruised legs and battered arms. Your cot? If you might be so kind tonight I will take it. Elsewise I shall lie by the couch. Whether or not you choose to give me your ear is a choice that you may make, but your choice to stay or leave will not stop me from telling you about what I saw. It was in the depths of the nearby wood. I'm a hunter, I make my nightly meals off either what I catch, or what I can buy with what I've sold off. As was my ritual I was equipped with my bow, and twin spare daggers. I wandered the trees, quietly. It had been a fruitful hunt, I'd caught two rabbits and a fox, the sweeter creatures for coin to my wallet, and the last for my supper. As I approached the deepest part of the woods I'd dare venture, I heard it. It was like a scream, a long tortured scream, the ones you hear at the gallows when some loved ones accepts reality. The cold brazen scream of believing your world is...

  Between the rivers Thyvesse and Mouric lay the Lonely Myrvial Tree, around with the elven village of Louriev. A brilliant village built in tandum with the tree, never invading but always sharing the tree itself. This was the last Elven Village which could speak with the trees, which could teach them, and be taught by them. Due to this tandom, the village had two major resources: The first, Myrvial. A special type of wood found only from this tree. A self-regenerating wood that allowed structures like the homes of the elves to stand centuries without repair, lest they be removed completely. And the second, knowledge. Louriev was home to the greatest archive in Elvish history: The Thyvesse Archive. Containing all known elvish records, and in many cases the sole records of certain events and discoveries, The Thyvesse Archive is one of the many prides of the Elvish peoples, and is often sought out by young scholars and old, Elvish and not, solving ancient problems and new ones,...

 There once was a town on a far away hill,  Upon the crest lived a village king, Thrill.  He and his daughter, a book-lover was she,  Did shower the town in prosper and glee.  By night and by treasure they continued their way,  Till the vile demon Few came and stole it that day.  A demon of fire, a face of pure white,  With a breath and a hollar, the town was alight.  And once the fire died down, left from burnt hash:  Was a poor elf book-lover, And a crown in dusty ash.

 When you get Here you will find nothing. You will not find a hill with nothing on it, you will not find a lake with no water, you will not find a house with no home. You will find nothing. There is nothing Here. If you go to a known lake bed you will find water. If you go to a known park you will find trees. If you go to a local social gathering you will find people. But none of those things are Here. When we get Here we will find nothing. There will be nothing found. You will not find me, I will not find you. Between There and Then, you will find Here. But there is nothing Here. I've been to the Everglades of Florida, they were quite wet. Much of the land beneath water, warning signs of gators. You will find none of that Here. I've been to the center of London. Concrete and brick buildings inter cut with steel and glass ones for miles. The clock tower standing tall, the people bustling. You will find none of that Here. I've been to a Coffee Shop in Seattle where an elf an...

Company Date: 21801609 Crewmate: Lucy Hadfield Position: Chief Scientist Begin Neural Record Log: Entry 1: About a week ago we departed from Zvezdnayyatochka[1] Station and set a course for the Weyland-Yutani outpost on Solaris Ridge, to see why their communications have gone dark. We'll be arriving in 20 minutes. I am accompanied by the other two members of staff, our surgeon Doctor Luther Sullivan, and our pilot, Jack Winslow. [1](How do you even pronounce that..?) Entry 2: We've landed on Solaris Ridge. There's a massive blizzard hindering our vision, which is to be expected on a planet with an average temperature of -50*C. Not entirely sure why there's an outpost on this planet to begin with. The place is... barren. There's no sign of any life. Nothing appears damaged, and there's still an aircraft in one of the hangars, the door is open, unused. There's no sign the crew has left, and yet.. there's no crew that we can see. Winslow and Sull- Doctor  S...