>>1418429
Methinks it was an end, or so I'd say,
When aught was lost, and gained, that fateful day.

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An end indeed, but not behind us.
I Promised you not was, but will.
The Price we'll pay as each it finds us.
All but young faithful Damborill.

What yet remains will Distance only
Be, 'tween Window high above
And far below, the grieving, lonely,
Known-but-fleetingly-of-Love.

She'll sit below, enclosed about
By Void (All other Debtors' lapse).
While high above a light flits out,
And song. Comp'ny perhaps.

The Distance, Damborill, and Window. All else will have been Reclaimed.
How might she bid for light and song, or live in spite of Void untamed?

>>1418756
Dear Damborill - to Void so bound,
Bereaved of love, to woe betied -
With light, harks back: a gentle sound
whence love did once ago betide.

A cherished tune, a cherished song
From cherished times she chanced to learn,
Shall grace her lips ungraced so long,
Entreating song be sung in turn.

Where distance sunders two apart,
A voice may span the space between
With song that wonders from the heart,
To tell of times and things unseen.

To find the warmth and words you seek,
The foremost step is first to speak.

I'm regretting my decision to reply in verse. I don't think I can keep it up.

>>1419015
An effort well received by lay,
Down nose beheld by elite.
Only journeymen like us
Knowing struggle, distill true sweet.

We are not masters of this craft
And from verse or meter we'll depart.
No shame. Know only that
There's patience much for Noble art.

Foolish whim nor crooked rhyme nor callowness deter us.
'Gainst Price, which eats it all away, mere effort is defiance.

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Understand; While Debtor not, she still has dearly paid.
One person makes a Promise, but to other fates it strays.
So it will be that Damborill, who always kept her word,
Retains but barest Whisper after Debts others incurred.

A Noble she will have been worth, but her verse an art, not duty.
Her favor sought that she bestow some words of simple beauty.
She'll aid Accord, a Promise's goal, for trusted family and friends,
But others call on her as Noble; she'll owe aught to such demands.

A Noble must avail himself to all demands upon his craft.
And others must respect his burden, never calling over-oft.
A foolish many tempted by the honest heart of Damborill
Will take Accord upon her name, and let the Price fall as it will.

Little left in her to give.
She'll must take if she's to live.

>Prompts must contain interaction of at least two of the following, but it need not be directly stated: Distance, Damborill, Window, Whisper. "Damborill climbs" words for Distance and Damborill, for instance.

>>1421223
If aught beyond the window stirred for Whisper's mem'ry-turned-to-song,
Then aught bechance might let be heard, and Whisper back, in turn, along.
If naught beyond the Window lies - "From where, this light afore my eyes?"
Might Damborill 'fore long be spurred to seek insights, if not replies.

I fear this format of update and my chosen method of reply might be turning people off.

>>1418429
>>1421223
>>1422063
Wait, so is type of command how we're supposed to be voting?

>>1422391
None who gather here are so obliged to speak but me.
You may, too, hew just to verse if Noble you would be.
Strangers speak without restraint, and >Friends may be direct.
Their weight is less, but valued still, wastes no time to reflect.

>>1422063
That it certainly does. Shame.

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"From where, this light afore my eyes," she'll ask,
"That shines, not sworn away by thriftless tongues?"
"That window was the highest in this tower to I turned at last
For hermitage forgotten; Debtors no longer among."

"Against my Legacy in others its stone walls were sealed,
That all would forget to make fresh Promise in my name.
I lost my voice no more within this shield.
But by other Debts were workers and their works Reclaimed."

"First must have been Cozenik who built the door
Then Daryo and Darini who diverted the stream
While my safety was Promised, and the Promise was paid,
When my water was taken, so instead were my needs."

"I survive on a Promise built on things that are gone. I survive on the shadows of labors.
Small wonder that the only Unclaimed thing be brightest...

But I had no neighbors."

>Much less singing ones. Include two of, but do not be limited to: Distance, Damborill, Window, Whisper.
>These remembered objects cannot be interacted with, but may be recalled or added to. There's much to recall.

>>1422633
>Added to by Friends, that is.

>>1422633
>Withal these weighty words of Window, Distance, Damborill and Debt
>So Whispered into blackest Void and still remain unanswered yet
>(At least for Present Times - though Mem'ry Past may let much be inferred),
>I've still to ask: was Damborill against or by own will interred?

>>1423388
That talk's awful stiff for a >Friend, fella. Just like Damborill, and look what that got her. Noble treatment she didn't want. Promises contingent on her name, that others swore she would uphold. Won't stop you, but >Friends can't dabble in the Noble arts for long without some heartbreak.

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Far and wide were those who knew of Damborill,
Made great Promise on her name, then would default.
The Price then Claimed them, found their holdings wanting still,
And took collateral e'en from the inadvertently involved.

Instant kingdoms rose up on authority and many names
As though this fortune had come ready-earned.
Not so. While Promise gives reward, the labor's still ahead, unchanged.
Awaits fulfillment for a time deferred.

The risk was known and taken on with full intent to pay in time.
But full results up front industry dulled.
The Price, the universe come to collect, took stock at final date to find
Untended vows, enacted not in full.

Damborill was held to lesser Prices than her unknown Debtors.
Wishing lose no more, she chose retreat that her renown be fettered.

>Friends do not need to speak in verse but must include two of the following: Distance, Damborill, Window, Whisper.
Strangers may speak of anything but the terms that Friends must use.

>>1423676
If Damborill, to have her Debts deferred
In hermitage, is held here hence, interned,
She'd know of Price to come for Debts incurred;
And that there are no walls that stand eterne;
And, as she waits, that Time is undeterred;
And Price shall one day come for her in turn.

Here in Void, she lies alone
To mourn her loss, yet might atone.
Does she sit in idle sleep,
Or does she hope, her Debts, to keep?

And wherefore Window, hanging high,
Reminding of another sky?
Does it speak a mocking curse,
Or that its views might yet be hers?

>>1424326
The tower's purpose never was to keep out the Price. A Promise always comes true, but if it is not then made true, then the Price will reach anywhere for satisfaction. What the tower could do was be a Promise of bodily safety that also slowly erased the renown of a single resident.

The workers on the Tower paid to the letter in their labor. When they were lost to the Price of other Promises, their shares in the work were lost as well.

>>1424559
Should say "But when they were lost"

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Damborill will only know from home's decline
That its faithful builders fell to other ruins.
Selfishness and desperation left outside
Raised not these walls; of them, no news.

For if the tower has by now effaced her name
Or if no more is Promise e'er employed,
Or if outside no wishing souls at all remain,
All these could grant the peace her name enjoys.

To be noticed at a Window is enough to break the charm.
Little out the Window's known but that its builder lives.
Damborill kept back from fading stairs and fear of harm,
But there are ways you know could make the means where none exist.

As Noble, Damborill could make a Promise bring her high.
But even now, a Friend's means could succeed if fully tried.
A Stranger can call on other things. Hardly real things in these Voided parts, but sometimes they can become Canon to Friends.

>Friends do not need to speak in verse but must include two of the following: Distance, Damborill, Window, Whisper.
Strangers may speak of anything but the terms that Friends must use.

>>1425082
Dear Damborill, who waits to be forgot,
Does know of Price and workers so reclaimed.
But know if she's forgotten, she cannot
Unless she'll risk her name to be declaimed.

She'll have to head, or look at least, outside,
And watch the world, and hope remain unseen,
And tell the time that's passed and then decide
If all has yet forgotten she has been.

There is no use to be forgot
If she remains fore'er to rot.
She'll leave one day, when world has turned,
And all renown has been unlearned.
But first, to know if 'when' should be,
She must, to Window, climb to see.

I regret that I only have so much time I can devote to writing terrible poetry.

My questions so far have been largely to probe Damborill's attitude towards her current situation - "Was she imprisoned against her will?", "Has she been spending her time fruitlessly?" and "How does she feel about that window anyway?" - and so determine her course of action. Then I remembered that for the purposes of an interesting narrative, it's most convenient that she tries to leave regardless.

Writing a paper today, so updates will come (more) slowly if at all.

>>1427292
I, too, regret my shortness on time. But it's getting easier. And you, of course, are not obliged to Noble speech.

Up she must, we say. How so?
By Noble's word upon her world and fate impose?
>By Friend's four things somehow the Distance close?

>>1430276
Perhaps not, but isn't it lonely for you to be the only one having to work a sentence into acceptable meter and rhyme?

The march of time alone shall never bend,
And all that is must one day meet an end -
As said before, no wall can stand to time,
No matter marble, granite, slate or lime.

But ev'rything that once has ever been
In being, makes some mark, to then be seen
By any with a watchful eye to ken
(Until that mark should also see its end).

So, crossing Distance, reaching Window high,
Within this Void did once exist a stair,
That must have been, in place, some way affixed;
Perhaps to tower wall it had some tie,
And in the space they joined is now but air.
Might Damborill then seek that space betwixt?

>>1432389
Maybe a little, but I knew what I was getting into. Though for what it's worth, some of your work's been giving me a run for my money.

Hopefully writing again within 5 hours. Had a profound experience yesterday, but it left me simply languorous.

This is one of the few good posts on this board.

>>1436788
Well, that's quite encouraging. Care to join in? You can refer to the greentext and spoilers for more standard ways of interacting with this quest. Our Noble's dedication would be well complemented by a player of humbler means.

The Noble tongue has near limitless potential, but potential can be blinding.

If you'd prefer more casual fare, though, you might take a look at this little thing I salvaged. >>1422875

>>1436788
ah yes, the Myrm seal of approval. Barely a compliment.

>>1437687
Here we are only Nobles, Friends, and Strangers!

I much appreciate another lurker, but I'd like all identities picked up from outside the realm of this quest be left out of it by both the owners and those who know them, please and thank you.

>>1437720
Unfortunately, this is too good for 4chan and I don't want to ruin your work.

If you have another way I can contact you, let me know.

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Distance, Window, Damborill are all that last by now.
In older times of plenty she would certainly have died.
The stairs, the air, the furniture away to Price did go.
Though erstwhile tower's Promised safety was not compromised.

As each necessity to life was lost, made Null and Void
The Promise, by Accord, so took the corresponding need.
Fresh air once wafted from a stream that was destroyed.
Damborill lived on but did not breathe.

Nobility compels her to by Promise reach the light,
Then give due truth to what she wished and satisfy the Price.

She will have wings and airy breeze to bear her on her way.
She will become the song and therefore one with the singer above.
She will reach up and pull down the Window.
Or something? You never really know with Nobles. But it has to center on her. She only has a Whisper to Promise with.

>>1438486
You can go to the #QMC mibbit and ask for the Damborill guy, but I think you understand more about what it is to play this quest than you know. Your reluctance is a good portion of the narrative I'd want to accomplish among people who actually played. So you're halfway there, how true that is won't make sense until you try! Strangers and >Friends aren't obliged to verse and are encouraged to experiment.

Truth be told, it's almost disappointing that I didn't even manage to pick up a shitposter. I could have worked with one without compromising the quest's intent.

Yes, I'm telling you a shitposter would do less to ruin this quest than someone who regards it too reverently to play.

>>1438516
>She will reach up and pull down the Window.

>>1438516
It seems I've been underestimating how much control we as players have over the narrative. I've been trying to find some way to make things work within what already exists in story, while we can apparently make some demand of the narrative and have it then contort to fit our wishes?

Our Damborill, of tower tall;
She is its rightful Lord.
Their walls were made, for Promise paid,
In order with Accord.

And all that in its walls should lie
Does lie in her Domain,
Though much, to Price, did long since die,
And Void alone retained.

That Void, howe'er, is hers by right,
And hers to so command.
If orders she it shrink in height,
It bends to her demand.

>>1438701
Another poster! Now if need be, I can finally quote someone else's post and go
"This is good, this is right,
I've no time to post tonight."

Obligations and another paper, everyone. Close though we are to a complete chapter, the thread may fall off the board before it's wise for me to update. Thanks for your patience.

>>1441125
Be sure to keep this going. Don't lose hope.