Eyes from afar

[MidnightSyndicate]

The steady and persistent scowl of piercing teal eyes sweep over the keep from a high vantage point, slowly taking in the sights of the bustling city. It had been so many years, and it still seemed as if so little had changed. The great oak was still there, standing as a testament to time. Time, the veiled and lithe form mused to itself. His eyes flickered, a brief teal light flashes across them in contemplation. The half-bred mongrel whose blood carried with it the heritage of the immortal races pondered on the passage of time. So many humans have made a philosophy out of it, comparing time to an ever flowing river. Edmund had come to understand that time never changed. There was no past and no future, only the present, the here and the now. It was mortal life that changed, while existence and reality itself remained the same. Humans came and went, fading to dust and memories with the passing of what they called years, a brief measure of the inexistent force they felt the need to name time. But the rest of existence remained the same. The tree still stood in place, alive and thriving, while men like Alamore Threepwood have likely found eternal rest.

The thought of his old mentor made the corner of Edmund's mouth quirk in a nostalgic grin. Everyone he knew was likely dead, or had moved on to a better place. He was still uncertain if he should descend down the walls of the tower he remained perched on, and see what was happening within Blackstone. He felt the tug at his heart, the urge to snoop and dig up old memories, but for the moment, he remained where he was, watching and casting a long shadow. He was motionless, offering no sound or movement to reveal his presence, save for one bloody feather that slowly drifted below, pulled by gravity, and the urge to meet familiar streets once again.

///////// I was surprised to see that the server was back on NWN 1, I might pop in from time to time and see what is left of the old crew.