By: ClickEntry 1…I had another one of those dreams. It began the same way it always does, with a living suit of black and gold armor furiously gesturing at a wall of carvings I can’t quite read. As I try to convey my lack of understanding, he starts yelling at me and gestures even more. As I peer at where he’s pointing, the carvings almost…absorb me, and I find myself falling into darkness, surrounded by letters.I open my eyes to find myself in a blurry room with five other beings, all of us clustered around a small tablet. One by one, they step back into the darkness, and I am left alone.Alone, as an icy wind cuts through into the dark cave I’m standing in. I attempt to peer outside into the fierce winds, and as my eyes squint against the storm, it reveals a large, yellow cat…I snap awake in a dark cave, thoughts of running and escape filling my mind, until the familiar embrace of the organic creature on my face brings me back to sane thought. The Krana reminds me I am in the Bohrok nest, among friends, and my thoughts of escape are just the products of another bad dream.Except this dream was different, I remembered a word that made it all feel real.Chronicler.The name brings to mind a previously unnoticed being sitting in the corner, furiously scribbling on a tablet in the first part of the dream. He was writing…history, I think. Then I determined that the Swarms need a Chronicler, and since Bohrok Va don’t have the best handwriting, I will take this duty upon myself, and that is how this record starts.
Edited by Click, Jul 17 2012 - 03:55 PM.