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Lore / Blue-Blue Report Interviews
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 12:18:57 +0000 UTCClip from an interview with a Mawl who experienced life inside Lord’s Domain. Blue-Blue Report, Tumtober 1158.
“...I dunno. Me like chocolate! There was many chocolate things! Trees made of chocolate! Earth made of chocolate! Rabbits made of chocolate! She built houses for us from chocolate and candies, and we eat that! Rivers were sweet. Me didn’t like beetles thou… they taste bitter and bite me back. Well… everything was biting me back.
Meriri tired of sweets and stopped visiting … Me was sad she didn’t like chocolate as me did. But more left for me and Lady of Candy then! Me visited her very often. We were happy many years!
One day Lady of Candy said something to me. It made me sad… but not angry! It made me sad for Lady of Candy... Me left chocolate world last time. Never seen Lady of Candy again… Me remembers now… Me sad again...”
Clip from an interview with a tourist lost in Lord’s Domain. Blue-Blue Report, Bustegnis 1123.
“...I traveled north-west from town, wanted to climb that mountain and see nests of dragon sparrows. After few days I was at its foot, and before dusk made a camp to rest for tomorrow’s ascent. I think “It” happened when I went upstream in seek of mushrooms. There were too many of them, my favorites too. Something changed when I cut one, I realized – there are face on that big tree. I inspected them. Never seen these people of course. Should have stopped there, but made one step closer and it was no way to return anymore.
When I turned around to leave... I bump into the same tree. Same bark, with same faces. I turned again, but that tree was still on my path. I was scared, thought I couldn’t move, paralyzed by a wrong mushroom, or a bug stung me, or something. I couldn’t hear rivulet and bird songs anymore. I tried to move again. I was turning around, but these bark-made faces were still in front of my face. I… was sure I did turn around, and I was sure I stopped looking at that tree… but every time, in a moment, it was again in front of my eyes.
At that moment I started to think it was just a dream, but then remembered: I wake up every time I realize when sleep. Not this time – it was not a dream. I tried to turn around again more few times. Tried to run, but hit the tree. Tried to walk sideways and backwards, away from the tree while keep looking at it, but every time I walk too far away I find myself standing next to it again. I was closing my eyes to not see it and I was not blinking to always see it… but I always stay in front of the tree.
I sat down, shaking. It was getting dark and cold. Faces were looking at me. Many look happy, some look like laughing. I let my back against the tree… it was in front of me again… but, then, what is my back pressing against, I thought? I quickly turned around, and in a moment before the tree appeared in front of my face again I saw… nothing… Whatever I leaned on with my back was gone – I stopped feeling it as much as I couldn’t see it. I tried something else. I understood that when I stop observing the tree while touching it, its tangibility exists together with its visualization in front of my eyes. It didn’t help that much, because the tree I could see was as tangible.
I stood up, decided to walk around... AND FINALLY! Something started to change. I kept walking around the tree, it didn’t move, I could understand it because faces were not the same anymore. I kept walking, and the tree begun to change: as I was circling it I find more faces covered in moss, until every face was heavily green. I kept walking, and saw... faces are not made of bark, but stone, and it was not a tree anymore, but a wall, endless, until horizon and up in the sky. But there was no more sky... Forest was gone as well... I was inside… emptiness? Nothing but the wall was there.
Dim light was coming from air itself. I felt pressure of fear and panic. Instead of a tree it was a wall, instead of it always being in front of my eyes now it is always on my left. I tried to walk backwards, but the wall was moving towards me as if I was walking forward.
Kept walking forward then. I don’t know how long. Days? I was already tired. Moss on faces was drying out, falling off. Crude stone they made of become polished, clean. Then faces begun cracking, but under cracks was gold. I kept walking forward. Sleeping under the wall when tired. Golden face on a golden wall. I was exhausted. Gold was cracking now and splinters of it were on the floor. When I tired to pick one it disappeared from my fingers and returned to where I picked it. I kept going. Gold was turning to ash. From now on faces were crumbling to dust, the wall was covered in black traces with piles of ash at the bottom. Then... nothing… just a wall… I kept walking… and It was just a wall…
I couldn’t return anymore… the wall was always on my left and always moved towards me… I was angry at it, so I would relieve myself at it when I need! I kept walking… I was crying… I wanted to sleep… I wanted to eat… I wanted to drink... I wanted to give up…
Days? Days later I… I finally saw a face! It was perfect. I mean it was perfectly made. Not wood, nor stone, nor gold – a real face in wall. Yet I don’t remember whose face, of what tribe. But below it was a hollow cut into the wall, a form for a... face. I… put my head in there. I didn’t know what to do anymore, I couldn’t think straight, so I did something… It was warm, but nothing happened… I was waiting… tried again… nothing happened…
I hit my head against the wall! and again… and again… I kept beating the wall with my head, crying… I could hear my blood streaming… loud… I kept beating the wall! Wanted my pain to become its pain! I kept beating the wall! I kept beating the wall, under that face! I kept beating the wall!...
I hit the grass… I could hear my blood streaming… loud… I could hear rivulet streaming… loud...
I crawled towards it… drunk it… It was finally a water! I drank it until started to vomit from so much water… Then I woke up in hospital of that town. Was told hunters found me bleeding and feverish. I was in bed for a week. If map is true, then where I was found and where I set my camp are on the opposite sides of a mountain I wanted to visit… I told what remembered and Herquisitors came to investigate, I understood what happened was not normal anyway. They say it might be a Domain of one of the Lords of Creation. I heard about these…
They brought my belongings. Told she apologizes and asks how to mend what happened... don’t know… don’t want to know… I just left… I never returned and don’t want to.”
