2008-06-05 Eyudo: kk, good, can visualize well, but maybe a picture in the room too might be good? and watch how you describe things not to make then too mysterious that they cant figure anything out, then they lose interest, or make it so something shows later, doesnt need much, but somethign you know? and it seems the papers letters and the ones on the vase dont match exactly rightto make sense......wil 2008-07-02 AuroraLumos: The letters aren't supposed to match ^-^ the ones on the parchment used to spell out beloved so I assume it was once a love letter and the ones on the ink well were the initials... perhaps of the two lovers in the statue? or it seems that way, [Catalyst]: 723.Hints(still working on it)
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Taking a closer glimpse at the desk, we wonder about the history of these items and the past they are hinting at.
There is a single blood red rose in an simple black stone vase . The rose stands proud and tall, but many of its petals are black with age.
A yellowed and faded parchment, that is curling along the edges with age, rests in the shadow of the vase. A few of the rose petals have fallen on the parchment,choo
There are a few letters inscribed on the parchment. B...l...v...d. The rest of the words have vanished into nothingness, never to be seen again by human eyes.
Next to the parchment, lies a goose quill. It is old and worn, and the ink on the sharpened nib is dry. One has but to wonder, where has this quill been, and what stories has it for us to marvel at. Furthermore, what role did it play in the past of this room?
One would wonder the same thing about the inkwell. It is empty inside. The ink has dried with time itself, no more to be used. It is made of black stone and is patterned with the twisting and the turning of sharp, thorny vines and large ponited leaves. Hidden among the vines are the letters M and L. Who were these people and what names do these initials hint at?
At the top of the desk there is a candle. It is tall and wide and would still have had many hours of use. However, the candle has grown dusty and sorrowful with age. It will be used no more.
It has droplets of wax surrounding its base. Once, in a distant time long past, these droplets had streamed down the length of the candle, whispering silently as they slid. Many of them did not reach their destination, but clung to the candle, seeking to stay in the security of their tiny lives.
Those that reached their destination clung to the dek with all their might, and yet...they clung to the candle as well. In that way, they provided the safety for the candle,anchori
whether it is or it isn't I really like it. ^-^