Title: Memory Books and Personal Logs Era: Before the Saga Genre: Mystery, Friendship World: Canonish Characters: OCs Synopsis: My DDC 2017 Warnings: A callous disregard for the lives and wellbeing of others, attempted genocide/mass murder and other things that will be added. Series: None; unless you count the same rough locations and species names from previous fics. A/N: This is my DDC fic for 2017 and if you have read my 2014 DDC you might recognize some names and locations as well as a few from some of my other fics but in no way is this solidly connected to my previous DDC or some of my AUs; a slightly different universe. My previous DDC which has some loose ties with this but the culture part is the important part. http://boards.theforce.net/threads/...ocs-mentions-of-canon-characters-au.50017523/ Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Seventh Day of the Fourth Month, 657 years since the Victory at the Rhine River I didn’t want to start a new Memory Book without filling the old one but I lost my last one five days when I was riding with Gunni, Hilda, Akhil and Durga. We had decided to follow the Rimes River and find out why there is barely any water in it. The Shamans say that the Flow of Harmony has been disrupted again for reasons they cannot see and I heard my grandmother praying to the Servants of Harmony when the water levels obviously dropped off; asking that there not be a terrible flood like the last time the Rimes River almost dried up. I grew up having the Elders show me the marks on the buildings in the village from when many of the Elders were barely more than babes in their mothers’ arms and young children studying in the old school and grew up hearing the story of how they came to be on the buildings. Grandmother and the Elders credit Kali the Erlösen with the survival of the entire village. The story goes a week before the flood a young woman dressed for the Harvest Festival knocked on the doors of everyone in the village and told them when they heard a loud piercing noise that couldn’t have come from a living creature they needed to drop what they were doing and head for Watchman’s Hill. It wasn’t until everyone had gathered for the Festival that they realized that the young woman wasn’t one of their number and no Traders had passed through the village that day or were scheduled to arrive for another two weeks. Some took it as a bad omen and there were whispers that maybe the Agents of Chaos were lurking in the shadows and looking to destroy the Balance of Harmony while others said that the mysterious girl had been a messenger from Harmony and that they had to consider her words and others still thought it was a prank. The Shamans cloistered themselves in their rooms in the Temple Shrine and didn’t come out for two days and when they emerged they said that they would heed the warning and messages would be spent to other villages and towns warning of the possible danger and to see if anyone else had received a similar warning. A week later a strange piercing noise shattered the peaceful silence of midday and everyone ran for Watchman’s Hill where they watched in horror as a giant wave of water brought dirt, boulders and trees with it; the village was half buried in the mess. During the cleanup messengers arrived from other towns asking if we had received a warning about a strange sound and seeking higher ground immediately from a strange young woman wearing a light colored ceremonial robe and face paint the day of the Harvest Festival. Everyone agrees that the woman was Kali the Erlösen, a former Agent of Chaos turned Servant of Harmony, sent to save them from a terrible death. Gunni researched the last time the Rimes River more or less dried up and when the flood happened and Durga told us about a time a large tree had fallen on her family’s land and blocked a stream and how the what had gathered into a shallow pool before her father and brothers could cut it up. Long story short we decided to follow the river and find out what was blocking the flow of water and get rid of it before there’s another disastrous flood; we shouldn’t rely on another messenger to save our lives if it happens again. We rode on our Pferde for five days through the forest and a gorge when we finally came across It. I have no words to describe it besides rock and metal wall that reached high in the sky with some water seeping underneath it and stretched more than the length of the Rimes River. We got above it and it stretched on for what looked to me like the length of my family’s barn where we keep our animals at night and times of bitter cold and snow. Behind it was a shallow pool of water that was slowly growing deeper. There appears to be ways to enter It but we couldn’t open the strange metal doors no matter how hard we tried. I don’t know what It is but it will take more than sharpened axes and teams of Pferde and Ochsen harnessed together with ropes and chains around this monstrosity to move it. I made some drawings of It but they were in my old Memory Book and that’s lost with my Pfred Liesl. I guess I could draw it from memory but there’s not enough space in this one to do any meaningful drawings. We wanted to go further and see how this strange wall came to be but the sacred Valley of Beleuchtung was in our path and even in our curiosity we will not enter a sacred place without permission from the Shamans or a Warrior Monk. On the way back home something flew low and fast over our heads and scared our Pferde. Liesl reared causing me to fall off before she bolted back the way we came, Gunni’s Elvira took off towards home with him firmly in his saddle, Hilda managed to keep Brun from bolting by some miracle, Durga like Gunni was carried quickly towards home on Gunda and Akhil let Elena run until he could calm her down. It took the rest of the day to regroup and four days to make it back home. Mother and Father have told me not to worry and Liesl and that she’ll come home soon but I’m worried that she has either fallen or will fall or that a wild animal will hurt her. We told the Elders and Shamans what we saw and the Shamans have retreated into their sanctuary in the Temple Shrine to meditate in private and away from all distractions. Until they return no one is to retrace our steps and people have been dispatched to the other settlements with copies of a sketch of the ‘wall’ I had drawn from memory and some input from Gunni, Hilda, Durga and Akhil. I don’t know what I should be feeling right now and a big part of me wishes that it was just a bunch of large tress and boulders blocking the Rimes instead of some strange wall. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I'll tag you if you want to be informed of updates.