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silkenfinetrammelsTrivial Neutral - Picking up Suntop's open sending of the Scroll of Colors. "The child...he is the link!"
Regained - Game #95, Three of Three, the weight of food (in which Saber and Mikage were bottomless pits)
Shareable - Nope.
Pages - From here to here. The memory only contains the story told in the technocolor narration; this data is basically being transmitted telepathically to every living elf when Winnowill picks it up.
- My people are ancient and come from worlds far beyond the one I remember. They evolved such powers of spirit that form and substance were meaningless to them, though they chose to retain their bodies to make like more interesting, and traveled to other worlds in search of knowledge and experience. (I am blurring the knowledge that worlds and stars have limited lifespans, because that's a big wham for her in another memory.)
- The trolls, our fellow travelers, betrayed us, killing the guiders and stranding us in the wrong time on a world that crippled our powers.
- The humans, native to this world, feared and attacked us.
- Scattered across the world, us elves changed to suit it. Some even share blood with the native beasts.
- All of this is being beamed into my mind by...a young elf child, with the voice of another, far older and more powerful, speaking through him. In the memory, it was all familiar to me, and I knew the child as well.
+ general knowledge of elfin history!
+ I guess I am unaging?
+ and also should be able to speak and hear with my mind?
+ and also have the capacity to transcend my physical body?
+20 eep towards humans and trolls.
+20 a pox upon powercaps.
Regained - Game #95, Three of Three, the weight of food (in which Saber and Mikage were bottomless pits)
Shareable - Nope.
Pages - From here to here. The memory only contains the story told in the technocolor narration; this data is basically being transmitted telepathically to every living elf when Winnowill picks it up.
- My people are ancient and come from worlds far beyond the one I remember. They evolved such powers of spirit that form and substance were meaningless to them, though they chose to retain their bodies to make like more interesting, and traveled to other worlds in search of knowledge and experience. (I am blurring the knowledge that worlds and stars have limited lifespans, because that's a big wham for her in another memory.)
- The trolls, our fellow travelers, betrayed us, killing the guiders and stranding us in the wrong time on a world that crippled our powers.
- The humans, native to this world, feared and attacked us.
- Scattered across the world, us elves changed to suit it. Some even share blood with the native beasts.
- All of this is being beamed into my mind by...a young elf child, with the voice of another, far older and more powerful, speaking through him. In the memory, it was all familiar to me, and I knew the child as well.
+ general knowledge of elfin history!
+ I guess I am unaging?
+ and also should be able to speak and hear with my mind?
+ and also have the capacity to transcend my physical body?
+20 eep towards humans and trolls.
+20 a pox upon powercaps.