Post by EchoVamper on Jul 29, 2010 12:18:38 GMT -5
Now that image just about brings a tear to my eyes too. I think the first character I ever made in DAoC was an Infiltrator in Campacorentin Forest. I searched forever for the trainer and eventually found him behind the main building. What I remember even more was the starting area in Connla and saving my coppers for the ride north to Howth and destinations beyond...and wondering where I would get the coin to come back (and I DID accidently hit the space bar and had to run about a third of the way to Howth, LOL). Connla has a special place in my heart, which inspired me long ago to write:
Estuary Moon
In the south the peaceful Connla lies
in slumber underneath its wakening skies.
Tireless Glynis walks, with firm unyielding stride,
in endless circles; rock, to boat, to rock, in morning tide.
As Aelerogh prepares for day,
his hardy stock begins to pace and bray,
the bellows warm for brawny Sarff,
his hammer rings the light in from the dark,
Edernola tunes her lute,
And smoothes the holes in Dempsey’s flute.
A few, who rise to meet the breaking day,
and send the stars upon their sleepy way,
also send the smells of morning toward the lapping shore,
and the embers of each fire lay exhausted on each hearthen floor.
No one will recall at noon,
the wailing of last evening’s lonely loon,
so they savor morning’s breaking while they can,
and even the birds, unroosting, send songs across the land.
For each one knows the rising sun… soon, so very soon
will illuminate the falling of the estuary moon.
This always reminds me of my dear departed friend "Larep of Connla". He was a kind and generous player. May he rest in peace.
