journey of a thousand miles }} ghostguild's personal journal

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    G H O S T G U I L D &&
    wanderer && 1 year && female && x x x && #ghostguild
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    [color=tan]WITHOUT WINGS I'LL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE


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    [color=white]Directory


      [li]Directory (you are here)[/li]
      [li]Introduction[/li]

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    G H O S T G U I L D &&
    wanderer && 1 year && female && x x x && #ghostguild
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    [color=tan]WITHOUT WINGS I'LL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE


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    [color=white]Introduction


    This world is all too mortal. Empires rise and fall, seasons come and go, the world changes changes changes. Oh, don't get me wrong--change is good! I welcome change with open arms. And yet it saddens me to see so much history dissolve and crumble to dust, which remains as the only testament to its existence. So much that could have been learned is forgotten. It simply ceases to be, as if it never existed in the first place. Wiped. Erased. Bleak, isn't it? That you could live a life so rich and complex, saturated in joy and tragedy and hope and fear, and yet have it pale out of time in the blink of a god's eye. Oblivion.


    I am Ghostguild, the daughter of Breakdance and Blackgate, and, more importantly, a historian and culturist. And a storyteller, and a gypsy, and a merchant, but history and culture always comes first. I immortalize what happens in this world, set them in stone so that for generations, eternities even, afterwards these events are remembered and cherished. I prolong existence. I collect raw information, whether from the past of individuals or the traditions of clans, and compile them into marvelous stories and long-lasting records.


    Of course, I cannot record the history of every individual born in this world, nor can I memorialize every vaguely noteworthy event that occurs. But I can try. I can do what I can.