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Chapter 10

From White Walls to Black
Added Mon Jun 24 11:58:19 2013 at level 51:

The dream. My spiritual journey. Did the spirits intend this? Did the gods?
Is it a test?

The dream bade me to escape the white walls. To travel and better know the
world. At least, it seemed to. Did I interpret it incorrectly?

"What can you say you know of the world Aster? Do not let yourself be trapped
by the white walls"

Certainly doesn't sound as if I should sit in the courtyard and spend my days
smoking the pipe. So I went. Out into the world and only returned in defense
of the orb. I traveled to the far north, beyond the mountains of Udgaard.
Walked to towers deep in the Frigid Wastelands long thought forgotten. A
group of us went beyond the Nonveil into what they called Trothon. There we
found the deck...

The cursed deck. A chance to find greater strength of body I thought. To
prolong my life and continue my work in Thera. They were wrong. I was wrong.
I'm trapped here in this place now. Deep in Hell. They wish to free me, but
I'm not sure I can afford to even hope for such a thing. The place is
terrible. Even if I escape, the smell of urine and shit may permeate my being
for the rest of my life. The char and decay... Bah, I will keep strong. Still
though, how could this have been the path laid before me? It makes no
sense...

From white walls to black...