Achaean News
The Divine Loss of Late, Somber Tones Abound.
Written by: a Poet named Amalia Windwalker
Date: Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
Addressed to: Everyone
I hereby post this memmorandum in rememberance of Pandora Concordia,
Goddess of Mischief.
Pandora, for those who don't know, is still on a journey to find Her
Father, Aegis, God of War. And Sapience weeps for Her.
I post this to remember the joy She gave to Achaea, and the dozens of
followers of Her Order.
The first of the Family was Lady Eris, previously known as Servelan de
Vermiis, Goddess of Chaos, followed by the Father, Aegis, God of War.
Now, Lady Pandora's Brother still slumbers in a Tree, sealed from the
world by Gaia, and Lady Demeter.
Thus ends the tragic tale of this Great Family.
Cheers, Pandora, for what You have given to me, and what You have given
to countless others.
A place to call my own, wrapped inside your black-and-white-striped
arms. It is there, that I felt most comfortable.
The Laughter of Achaea echoes with a mournful note, with Her slumber.
Let us all remember Lady Pandora with just that sound.
The Sound of Your Laughter.
Amen
~Amalia Windwalker de Feura, Espionage Extraordinaire.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 396 AF.
The Divine Loss of Late, Somber Tones Abound.
Written by: a Poet named Amalia Windwalker
Date: Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
Addressed to: Everyone
I hereby post this memmorandum in rememberance of Pandora Concordia,
Goddess of Mischief.
Pandora, for those who don't know, is still on a journey to find Her
Father, Aegis, God of War. And Sapience weeps for Her.
I post this to remember the joy She gave to Achaea, and the dozens of
followers of Her Order.
The first of the Family was Lady Eris, previously known as Servelan de
Vermiis, Goddess of Chaos, followed by the Father, Aegis, God of War.
Now, Lady Pandora's Brother still slumbers in a Tree, sealed from the
world by Gaia, and Lady Demeter.
Thus ends the tragic tale of this Great Family.
Cheers, Pandora, for what You have given to me, and what You have given
to countless others.
A place to call my own, wrapped inside your black-and-white-striped
arms. It is there, that I felt most comfortable.
The Laughter of Achaea echoes with a mournful note, with Her slumber.
Let us all remember Lady Pandora with just that sound.
The Sound of Your Laughter.
Amen
~Amalia Windwalker de Feura, Espionage Extraordinaire.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 396 AF.