This is the beginning of the story.
The story starts in The City, with a sailor who is fleeing a Lord. The Sailor is fleeing for his life, from unknown pursuers who seem intent on inflicting immense harm upon him. He is revealed to be a sailor who is trying to escape his employers. He is horribly wounded by them but continues to run. Rithör Læmbén writes the River as his only hope to escape and survive. He jumps into the water and manages to evade them. He's been badly injured by the experience but remains alive. Rithör Læmbén states: “Places, people, the stage is set”: a fourth wall break (we will see this occasionally) as either a tool for Rithör Læmbén or what we’ll soon encounter as The Crimson Oracles, who serve the role of an omniscient operatic chorus of tragedy.
Ìj Sol-ræ Gý’bhrïm
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(translated) A Cindered History
Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cindered history, revealing thoughts of mystery.
In the heat of the night,
(But why?)
a Lord wealthy of parous plight erased a sailor’s life.
Free, pardoned by the flame.
(It burned down the sides)
His feet began to bleed between the seams,
But He persisted to the streets.
the River rendered the chance He needs to stay alive.
Plagued by practical, and a mercenary lust, they tear at His skin.
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at His throats with a smell of desperate, and a lack of regret.
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Oh, but His breath escapes Him.
Oh, but His pulse remains.
- The Icelost Years (translated by Rithör Læmbén)
Scene II: A Cindered History
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