The Gods are Watching


The Gods are Watching Site Info Schedule Event Descriptions Merchants Contacts Credits Web Ring Links		The mist that had surrounded me began to dissipate. I had been lost for what had seemed my whole life. Fog clouding my eyes and dampening my body. Chilling my resolve to go on and freezing my very soul. Now that fog was almost gone. What I saw before me instantly became my life. I saw a vast wondrous world. I even heard what seemed to be laughter and shouts of joy. I paused realizing that it was I making all the noise. I knew that I was lost no longer. I knew that I was home. I had found Dagorhir. The world spread out before my eyes. So may wonders to behold. And looking up I saw the Gods themselves looking down on Dagorhir, and they too were rejoicing. For they had seen it all. They saw the mighty Aratari alone and watched while she met her sister, Pentwyvern. They saw the birth of Middle Earth. And then they saw the Giants come down, trying to destroy the peace. They saw the first mighty battle that ended that world. They saw the giant’s blood drench the fields of battle. They saw the world reborn. Slowly the Tribes of Dagorhir arose out of the ashes and onto the once more fertile lands of Dagorhir. Not even Rägnarök could destroy the mighty Tribes of Dagorhir. And the Gods saw the Tribes spread across the Lands. From the Watchmen near the western deserts to the beginning Realm found on the mysterious Island of Australia, Dagorhir grew and was blessed with fortune. I knew all this because it shone in the very eyes of the Gods I watched. Looking once more upon the world I could see trouble. But soon a great wind came along and it was no more. These Realms Kingdoms and Tribes did hold sway over their land. No matter what seemed to happen, the power of their love destroyed all opposition. These Tribes would have peace. When all was said and done, they all knew but one desire. And as I began my journey into their Realm of the Fantastic I knew that I had time. I would make it before the next Rägnarök. And I would be there when all the realms fought once more together and shouted a battle cry even the Gods would hear: Long Live Dagorhir!!! Credit: *Harn of the Roman Empire*

The mist that had surrounded me began to dissipate. I had been lost for what had seemed my whole life. Fog clouding my eyes and dampening my body. Chilling my resolve to go on and freezing my very soul. Now that fog was almost gone.

What I saw before me instantly became my life. I saw a vast wondrous world. I even heard what seemed to be laughter and shouts of joy. I paused realizing that it was I making all the noise. I knew that I was lost no longer. I knew that I was home. I had found Dagorhir.

The world spread out before my eyes. So may wonders to behold. And looking up I saw the Gods themselves looking down on Dagorhir, and they too were rejoicing. For they had seen it all. They saw the mighty Aratari alone and watched while she met her sister, Pentwyvern. They saw the birth of Middle Earth. And then they saw the Giants come down, trying to destroy the peace. They saw the first mighty battle that ended that world. They saw the giant’s blood drench the fields of battle. They saw the world reborn. Slowly the Tribes of Dagorhir arose out of the ashes and onto the once more fertile lands of Dagorhir. Not even Rägnarök could destroy the mighty Tribes of Dagorhir. And the Gods saw the Tribes spread across the Lands. From the Watchmen near the western deserts to the beginning Realm found on the mysterious Island of Australia, Dagorhir grew and was blessed with fortune. I knew all this because it shone in the very eyes of the Gods I watched. Looking once more upon the world I could see trouble. But soon a great wind came along and it was no more. These Realms Kingdoms and Tribes did hold sway over their land. No matter what seemed to happen, the power of their love destroyed all opposition. These Tribes would have peace. When all was said and done, they all knew but one desire. And as I began my journey into their Realm of the Fantastic I knew that I had time. I would make it before the next Rägnarök. And I would be there when all the realms fought once more together and shouted a battle cry even the Gods would hear:

Long Live Dagorhir!!!

Credit: Harn of the Roman Empire