Aroona Karamana - InterludeAnd what I beheld there in the courtyard was ... strange indeed: the men wearing those unadorned grey cloaks, who usually keep their watch upon the walls, and in front of the keep's gates, were gathered beneath the old oak tree in the courtyard. They sat together in the soft grass, chatting, laughing and embroidering their cloaks!Zhjaeve, the Githzerai, was standing alone and aloft on the battlements, leaning over the merlons. Her face looked green. Well in fact her face always looks green. And - right you are, not only her face. But this time the green was a very unique color. And for the first time, I got a vague idea of her
Aroona Karamana - Act 1"Gods in Heaven- Torias! Please ... not again! What now?!" Master Veedle's booming objection made the tools hung on the wall of Edario's smithy chatter amongst themselves. A brick, as big as a child's head, until now balancing on the wall's ragged edge, finally lost its fight with the rules of gravity and hit the ground with a solid thump.Torias sat up. The explosion's force had thrown him across the keep's courtyard and Tymora's grace dropped him unceremoniously into a wagon filled with hay, which Orlen was bringing into the stables. "Oh, boy!" he exclaimed, taking in the level of destruction he and Grobnar seemed to have caused. "Master V
Aroona Karamana - PreludeActually this day was supposed to be a normal day, like any other in the long progression of my life. I was sitting in the twilight of my comfortable living-den, weaving a shawl for the fair of face, night-eyed mistress of the keep at Crossroads. The master seems quite taken with her. I wonder, is Kana her name or her title?? Well, as far as those humans go, having too few legs and way too few eyes, how could they be called beautiful by one of my kind at all? But the little shard-bearer had compared her hair to my woven strands of pure midnight, and her heart to a shiny clear rock crystal, when he asked me for this favor. Images that take me