<I really like that you finsh that last strand of the Parcival Scene, Lichenhart>
Parcival turns to you, getting up. There are tears in his eye, but also relief. "Thanks,
good Lord. I think that is the way. I locked everything away to forget, but it was exactly that what tied me to the past. With only the destructive forgotten I can try to find a new balance." He pauses and looks around.
"But I fear all to soon, You and i will have to face this place again. The Impatrix sent the old Lords here and I think she will send you,too. Perhaps it is vanity, but I think you should give her this." He quotes:
"I don't know anymore
What people come here for,
Disturbing all the peace they hope to find.
They come here from the city
'Cause the country is so pretty
And bring along the noise they left behind.
...
I don't see any change
When people move out on the range.
They take offense and hold a grudge for years.
If they'd only just forgive
And teach their children how to live
We'd find a paradise behind our fears."(1)
He hands you a ball of light containting a latern."Tell our Mistress, one can be too good a hermit. There is also a story about a blind savant and a latern, but you have to ask someone more wise than me about it."
As you slowly leave this memory and wake up you surprisingly find the light transfered to chnacel reality.
It is the eqivantent of an Imperator point.
<Here is the decription of castle innocence, before i as yesterday thought "later, later" and then forgot about it. sigh>
As you near Innocence's castle on a small path entirely devoid of weeds, you soon notice a high wall closing in a large area. Above it you see two thin white towers with pure white flags.
As you reach the gate in the white wall, there is no lock or handle on it. But Lady Innocence herself has the idea. SHe utters the word "please" and the gate opens. Inside around a lovely little manor strechtes a large lawn, trimmed perfectly. On trees in flull bloom sit white doves. Small Children play in a corner with a sweet-temperd lion.
Around the manor is an array immmaculate flower bed, one sort of flower to each. To the left and right of the manor house rise the thin towers, each guarded by a knight in shining armor.
The air is sweetly scented and the shy above is now untainted by clouds. The inside of the manor is dominated by white marböe, too, but patterns on the wall and floor are made of other colors of marble, even ones you think not available in nature. The furtiture is in modern classical style, without ornament. Black leather, gleaming steel, and dark wood domnates. It radiates a sense of simplicity and restraint.
To your welcome, three people come: an austere old woman, her grey hair in a bun, Fräulein Rottenmeier, wearing a grey lonk skirt. An old, somwhat messy old man with wild white hair, who reminds you somewhat of Albert Einstein. He carries an unorderly file. Lastly, a bulky man with an elegant moustache, judging from his clothing the chef you already heard about. He carries a tray bearing a choclate cake.
All look at you exspectantly.
Fräulein Rotenmeier looks as if she wants to say something, but holds back.
(1) from: http://moonpathtarot.tripod.com/tarotpoetry/id10.html
i however do not entirely agree with the interpretation of the hermit there.
Discretion and other sources advised.
