Written by Gwen Gudkov ( Roughneck)
Official Storyteller of Hidden Sanctuary Events
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Later that night as the Gypsies campfire crackled under the moonlight, strange sounds could be heard coming from all parts of the lands near and far, it were as if something was happening, something for which there has not been anything like this in ages. In Fact, the last time these sounds could be heard were right when most of the men had disappeared and the village was overcome with fear and plagues. But, these were different that those of years past. These were like Cries of joy perhaps. Just as suddenly as they had started, the sounds grew quiet just as an eclipse took over the moon creating a darkness which left a certainly uneasy feeling for all the village. Shutters could be heard closing, doors slamming shut and being bolted down, it were as if something was coming that night. Certainly something was about to happen and soon. Over by the stones where the blue hue was, it seemed to grow stronger like it was being summoned. Was the young Gypsy woman creating all this?? or was it something a lot more sinister. As the sky darkened even more a couple of old bums burst forth from the surrounding waterways, both of them were drenched and covered in all kinds of seaweed and moss. The odor that surrounded them was so strong even the village pigs turned up noses as they past. As they approached the campfire the gypsies were gathered around one of the men suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed. None of the Gypsies turned toward the men, they kept on chanting softly in a tongue unheard in many many years. Even the Jelly fish which seemed so out of place floating and hovering on land were seen drifting toward the gypsies, Timmy the tree was struggling and struggling to move and actually broke his roots loose enabling him to move also toward the campfire. Everything and every one except the locals were all gathering around the Gypsies and this young woman who seemed to be summoning something. She turned showing only the whites of her eyes as if in a deepened and heightened trance. Muttering louder and louder her voice seemed to pitch higher and higher screeching like a Banchee getting ready for war or something. It was loud enough now to wake the dead. Just as suddenly as the darkness fell from the eclipse it was over. Stars were shinning brightly and a chill fell across the land with a mist. The young Gypsy stopped and quietly whispered "it is done" and with that she stood, turned and walked into her tent, leaving all who were there both amazed and fearful for none of them knew what the light in the morning would bring.
Written by Gwen Gudkov ( Roughneck) Official Storyteller of Hidden Sanctuary Events
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As the sun started to rise early the next morning the absence of mist was noticed by all who lived in and around the village, also the lack of birds chirping happily was gone. In fact there was an unearthly quietness that was quite alarming. Between the Gypsies encampment and the babbling creek where Oscar was hiding, there was a what seemed to be a blue flame coming from under the pillars of stone. It gave off quite the glow around it as it silently appeared early that morning. The young Gypsy had awakened from her slumber and glanced around. Noticing something was different in the air that morning she quickly went from camp to camp wakening all the other Gypsies. As they gathered around her she explained the feelings she was having just as a loud snoring sound came from the bridge. She turned and pointed then whispered "follow me" to the others. they obeyed without hesitation as they approached where the sounds were coming from. Peering under the end of the bridge she seen Oscar. Picking up a stick that was nearby, she poked and prodded him waking hom from his sleep. He jumped banging his head on the under side of the bridge and voiced how he would eat whoever poked him. The young Woman laughed then said as a matter of fact, "Come out here and face me then" Oscar glanced over to where she stood and something that moment which the likes have never been seen before nor shall we see them again happened. Oscar crawled out then dropped to his knees and bowed. He begged and pleaded for forgiveness. The young woman whispered in a strange language then turned toward her camp once more. All the gypsies and even Oscar, yes Oscar the Ogre followed as if by being under a trance. She stopped by the blue hue coming from the stones for just a moment, long enough to give a slight smile as they all headed back to camp for some sort of preparation. But What you ask....... Written by Gwen Gudkov (Roughneck) As the sky darkened that fateful evening there was something different than any other before. The words from the Gypsy laid heavy on the minds of the people who had heard her speak, however, something this night was unlike the others, for even the creatures stopped and quietly hid in their makeshift homes. Over toward the East the land shook, but, only a small shake was felt and not by most. Think of it more as if some children were playing and hit the side of a building is how it seemed. A large butterfly skipped across the sky from fear, but what kind of fear would startle it so? Could it be? Not one of the gypsies as we all knew why they had come but what other kind of unnatural force could be happening there?? Long, Long ago a family of Ogres had passed through town, one of them had gotten sick and passed to the great beyond, buried deep within the earth it was thought this was the last of them, But oh no, not this night. As the Earth shook TWO mushroom shaped hills rose toward the sky and a hand was seen coming from the ground. Could this be the one Ogre that had long ago vanished? the rest of the body part by part as the Earth shook came closer and closer to the surface. Leaving a small round patch of blue almost like weeds where the Ogre had risen. This Ogre whom we shall call Oscar looked around the town and then to the trees, he noticed the encampment of Gypsies and the few other changes happening around.
Oscar walked quietly toward town slinking between buildings as we went, when he approached a small creek that passed along under a small wooden bridge he stopped and slipped quietly under the bridge waiting for the sky to brighten with the next morning. But what was Oscar looking for?>? Perhaps we will have to see when the sun rises high in the sky tomorrow Written by Gwen Gudkov Roughneck Hidden Sanctuary Events Storyteller Day 9 of Tales of Wanders Early in the morning a soft mist covered the ground. All the towns people gathered just out side of the Wagons and tents. Whispers amongst them started with one in particular elder male who had started to raise his voice. Suddenly the young woman emerged from her tent, raising her hand the elder male was cut off. His voice had become quiet barely able to speak at all. Puzzled by her actions some of the locals and some other bystanders who had gathered over night let out small gasps at the poser she seemed to have. Quietly she walked over to the center of the gathering and spoke with a soft yet firm tone, a sense of calmness flowed from her silky lips with each word. She said "my name is of no importance to you, only my actions and why I have brought my following of Gypsies to your town. Years ago when i was but a small child, I was taken from my home my dark forces. As you look around you will see some of these forces still here today." She motioned over toward Timmy the tree and a few others. "Look at Timmy who has been that way since before many of you were born." Nodding in agreement the listened with quiet intent to follow what she was saying. "I am a Fae, Goddess of light magic. Now that I have reached my 21st birthday and have come of age I am here to restore what once was to what is should have been. These traveling Gypsies found me and raised me as their own. Only a short time ago did I realize my powers and the truth about what happened here and across all these lands. I do however expect you to treat these Gypsies with respect and look at their wares they have brought with them. The Celebration will start tomorrow as I prepare to do what I need to" And with that last word she turned and walked to the Swampy area close to where the darkness had started. Only in time will we know her true powers and what will change in these lands
As the young woman approached she stopped short, turning her head in their direction the placed her hand to her soft red lips blowing them a kiss, turning without missing a single stride she walked away heading toward the west. A small bridge lay across the small creek that disappeared into the ground as if it were hiding a secret. she paused halfway across glancing over the side. Looking down she waved her arms in a fashion not seen before. The ground opened up slightly letting a small whirlpool appear creating a gurgling sound. the birds were singing loudly now as if the enchantment was spreading. people began to gather and whisper at the things that were happening. The young woman turned once more making her way back to her encampment. she picked out a small log to sit on. While sitting there the fire that was smouldering took off in a flame once more crackling as it did earlier the night before. The sun was setting lower and lower in the sky, yet there was a glow around as if a spotlight was shinning upon her cheeks. she smile softly reaching down taking a small cup taking a sip. Glancing over her shoulder she smile and gave a heart felt wave to the townspeople who were still watching as if they were in a trance. The young woman stood and face the people and exclaimed in a soft yet commanding voice "Tomorrow all your questions will be answered" with that she retired in her tent for the evening. Gwen Gudkov Official HIdden Sanctuary Storyteller Later that day the village became more and more busy, people started to arrive setting up make shift tents in the common areas. A few of the Gypsies had started to gather around keeping a close eye on things around them, some laughed, some just watched. Over on the South East quadrant there were a couple of Dwarfs and a lone wolf which appeared to be guarding something. that part of the land which once was a flourishing brook was now a swampy area with little growth. there were a lot of giant mushrooms seeming to grow from the trunks of trees. Close by there was an old tressle from long ago. The land was changing, but what was making the land change so rapidly? what was the cause or who was doing this. Was it dark magic once again?? or were there other forces involved here. In the meantime, the young woman Gypsy had continued over by her fire which had since gone out and only a trail of smoke curled up in the air. she stood up tall and walked over toward Timmy the tree. she placed her hands on the trunk and whispered some words which were unable to be heard by anyone else. A smile came across her face as she stepped back and turned toward the center of town. She walked toward it with a poise unlike any other ever seen before. A few of the locals seemed to be in a trance watching her as she approached. Small sighs came from their lips with each step she took. - Written by Gwen Gudkov Official Storyteller of Hidden Sanctuary Suddenly, out of the shadows a beautiful woman emerges, she has long flowing hair with curls as soft as the wings of a butterfly. Her skin was glowing with the sun shinning down upon it, as if it was made from the softest rose petals found on earth. Her clothing she wore was of a modest type, long skirt, loose top that only her neck and arms were showing. she whistled while she seemed to be preparing something, but what? she was seen placing some split logs in a pile, clasping her hands together she mumbled a few words as a small fire crackled to life. what were these words she spoke? was this some sort of dark magic? or was it something else? The young woman seemed to not care while some onlookers appeared and began watching her movements that which were like a dance which was indeed spell binding. Most of the men from the village started to gather around keeping their eyes on this lovely creature. Seemingly unconcerned at the onlookers the young woman kept on with her task of preparing something. But, what was she doing? is any one out there able to ask? or, do they not dare to at this point in time.
- Written by Gwen Gudkov Official Storyteller of Hidden Sanctuary Events As the sun rose higher in the sky Timmy struggled to point the way toward the village where some of the Gypsies had circled their wagons among the framed houses and shops. Where once before had gardens with lovely flowers now had Wagons forming a circle in which the middle lay a tent. The tent was a lovely shade of purple with sounds of laughter coming from inside. Although we could not see what was happening the air was filled with mystery. Some of the locals peered out from doors and windows in wonder, thinking aloud, "shall we get closer?" Some of them shook their heads in fear not wanting to become part of past history, while others timidly walked as quiet as a mouse toward the sounds coming from the tent. Was this a possible trap? of was it merely Gypsies setting up to do some trading. Perhaps it was a mixture of both for the Gypsies had blamed the township for their plight with the loss of the elders of the clan. Possibly it was some sort of witchcraft hidden deep within the sounds of music that echoed across the hill side. Suddenly........A loud horn blasted the air like molasses slowly oozing from a bottle that had been chilled for years. Looking around the Mayor noticed all sorts of beings bearing down on the town much like an army of ants heading to a picnic during long hot summer days. Fear struck the hearts of many that morning but, was it fear? or simply a small amount of jealousy. Just as the sun peeked out from its slumber that cold frosty morning, the edge of the village was so very quiet. the only sound that could be heard was the last crackle from the previous evenings fire left by the Gypsies. Just as some of the locals had started to waken they looked out through their windows and noticed something was changed. for the camp the Gypsies had set up was bare, the only Reminisce was the swirl of smoke coming from the fire that had long since gone out. Worried some of the locals had gone outside to have a look for themselves. Looking high and low across the lands they came across the "Gothic Swamps where the wisest of old trees stood, The tree which was guarded by the floating jellyfish who's powers came from light magic.
The Gothic tree whom we shall call Timmy, No not the same Timmy you might have heard of before. This Timmy was a giant Gothic tree who could sense unholy things, light and of course dark magic, Fore it was dark magic which had transformed Timmy from a frolicking boy into a tree oh so many many years ago. as some of the locals approached the tree swayed in the breeze. the Jelly fish closed in showing different shades of colors which was to the locals a warning not to get to close. Timmy strained to lean down carving some words in the grassy area. the words were barely legible but in essence they seemed to say look to the East, for the Gypsies had set up their encampment there and were setting up something. At that point Timmy straightened up into the sky once more his leaves seemingly a bit more weathered than before. The locals turned to the East and started to cautiously walk that way. Through the dismal swamps, thickets and other barriers they traveled until reaching some building which the night before had not stood. and there they found everything from fortune tellers to wares, some of which were glowing and beautiful, while others seemed to be possessed by something not of this world -Written by Gwen Gudkov Official Storyteller for Hidden Sanctuary Events The sun had set, the moon was rising slowly but......this was no ordinary moon you see. It was not a pale moonlight nor was it the all hallows eve moon, for it was the Blood moon. This time, the moon seemed larger than ever before on that clear night. All the townspeople closed their shutters in hopes the evening would go without the problems they had faced before. The gypsies turned their attention to the moon and began chanting while dancing around the fire they had left to smoulder rather than keeping it roaring in the night. they held hands and sang while one woman played her tambourine in rhythm to the fireflies dancing about. a chill fell across the town as the mist had crept into the fields. Eventually, the singing stopped and just a dull hum could be heard across the rolling hills. Well past midnight the last hum was heard faintly as the trees in the forest leaned toward town they themselves trying to hear the ramblings of the Gypsies. The trees were not your basic tree. Some of the trees had been there longer than the town in fact, some of them had been there longer than the fields themselves. For a select few had been turned into trees by a spell which could only be broken by light magic, for if dark magic were to be used it could affect the entire land from the sea far away to the mountains which were barely visible. But, what had done this deed you ask? And furthermore, what were the trees before they were trees....
-Written by Gwen Gudkov Official Hidden Sanctuary Storyteller |
AuthorGwen Gudkov has been in Secondlife as a RP sim owner amongst many other different titles for nearly 8 years. We are blessed to have her talent among us here at Hidden Sanctuary Events Archives
January 2016
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