by fogwip » Tue May 14, 2019 5:34 am sometimes this game is harsh. sometimes it's beautiful. sometimes the harshness makes it all the more beautiful, in recognizing the things that fade away, and some of the things that stay.
Originally I was with a small friend group on the southern continent. When most of them stopped playing, I joined a village on eastern and made a risky voyage across the ocean in a pair of rowboats to join them on my current char, leaving my whole tiny settlement behind, and figuring I'd catch up if the voyage failed. I felt a little heartsick to leave all my work behind, even knowing it wasn't much compared to the village's progress, and knowing I'd left the grave of my first character behind as well, by my original house.
A month or so and after settling in, having become an asset to my village and after we got a knarr, me and the lawspeaker went on a voyage, mostly for fun, back to where my first settlement was. The buildings had crumbled, and the pavement was overgrown and fading as the forest retook it, but there was still my little red stone grave on a small rise, overlooking the lake.
There was something silent and somber and sweet, of all the progress crumbling back into nature. But even when fireballs rain from the sky and trolls crack the ground to walk under the dying sun, there will be a tiny, fading ember, a little red stone grave watching over the water from the lakeside.
Thank you, jorb and loftar, for this sometimes harsh and sometimes beautiful game.
