So, this is just something I dashed off last night when I had the urge to write. This isn't set in any particular realm, it was simply something random I did. I did not get the chance to comeplete it last night since my laptops battery was threatening to fail, and this morning I thought "eh, Its good enough to post." Opinions?


As the furious sun sets behind the glittering, golden, dunes of the Anhaa’da Desert I look to the shimmering domes of the temple district from my perch on the clock tower. Their bottomless blues, austere yellows, and venomous crimsons fighting for the eyes attention while the real beauties lie scattered across the domes and is often over looked: etchings of ancient tongues only practically known by the practitioners of each temples corresponding religion and a few scholars who hold no affiliation to any particular religion. One temples domes has the language of Negra’kia etched into the rims of gold while the temple beside it has the language of Hann’haa etched into the base of a curious looking statue atop the center dome. Barely noticeable, let alone legible, from the ground these texts hold great importance to the priests or monks, shamans or other titles which dwell within. From my lofty perch I cannot read the texts or even see the shadows cast by their shallow etchings, yet I catch myself attempting locate and read them nonetheless. You see, while I may not be a religious type, my life style affords a lot of free time. This free time is usually devoted to doing unnecessarily laborious tasks so I feel that I’m not wasting my life, however, as of late I’ve been studying the sacred languages of the temples devoted to death and enlightenment… Shansa’ah, the Anhaa’da people’s idea of a death god, speaks a language known as Negra’kia. It is a morbid and humorless language yet infinitely intriguing to my mind for the versatility of such a small set of characters and sounds. Although, this may be attributed to the fact Shansa’ah deals with a subject that requires few words to be stated. Hann’haa’s language, on the other hand, is a vast language with many symbols and sounds. Hann’haa is the Anhaa’da people’s god of enlightenment, so I feel that since its religion has such a broad definition, and seeks to give the ultimate answer, it needed to develop a larger vocabulary than that of Negra’kia. I can only imagine how difficult it would be to use such a contextually sensitive language to expound the path to total enlightenment for even the Arch Priests of Shansa’ah quibble over the correct contextual meaning of Her damnable texts. But that does not mea-
“Oy! Get your arse down ‘ere man.” The ever belligerent Galio calls me. “Time te stop yer daydreamin ‘ and get to work. Targets on the move.”
Ah yes… For a little spice and gold in my otherwise tedious and under-paid routine I let Galio convince me to act as ‘bodyguard’ (read: the one makes sure the local assassins have access to a specific room at the tavern) to an affluent merchant for a few days while he does business in town. To the merchant, I appear as a literal knight in shining armour, to my associates a devil in disguise, and to myself? I try not to think of it.

Chindogu : Ooh this little story was very alluring and interesting I loved how you used word-play to your advantage and your descriptions were very good and the imagery was great I felt that I was there too just by reading the sentence and closing my eyes. I really hope you try to continue this as I really enjoyed reading it. 

deg2000 : Thank you I'm not sure if I'll continue it though. I might, I might not.