Well after all the places I have left my ramblings, I expect this to be one of the first found since it is just atop a four hundred foot tree...Just reading that makes me smile. Most mortals would never be able to get up here but Nomadir is a large kingdom that stretches many miles of forest...And only up here do I get to see one of my loves from Mother Nature...The clouds have always been something that has fascinated me. More so than the night sky itself for many reasons. Once you've lived a hundred or so lives you start to notice something. Time drags when you've done every time killer in existence. The one that I'll still play to myself is the game of copy clouds. Trust me when I say that in all my many cycles, Never had I seen two clouds the same. No important story of my past today but rather a story I hope you will take some lessons in.
No matter where in this dreary plane I travel to, no matter what era of life that it may be in. The clouds are something that are amazing more than any god. A million lifetimes, two million eyes at minimum and never can I remember any natural clouds take the same shape. Even the hurricanes and harsh gales all sing with a different pitch depending on their stage. From the high mountains of the Wyvern Jaw Canyons singing in a more orchestral build to the soft hiss it sings in the Arid Jewel. No matter where in this plane you spent your days. Try to enjoy the many pitches of the gales.
Most think that once they leave this plane that nature's touch stops at the gates. Oh how wrong can those people get. I have travelled more layers of the hells, more planes of pseudo reality and fought the strongest creatures that found me. Not once did I not feel the beauty of natural warmth on my skin, Nor the cooling embrace of the soft winds, even sometimes missing the arid feeling of the end when walking through nature's worst moments and locations but that itself shows us one thing that the originators did not see. They will follow you wherever you traverse and trust me when I tell you, Millions of lives as a monk made me realise one thing. The men who first bent Mother Nature's love to their whim, The fact I did not think of something so simple in my first life will burn in my mind forevermore.
Even the Gods with the most renowned are scared of what could happen if a pantheon of nature deities was formed, None of them, even in the most secluded planes would be able to avoid their natural embrace. Most mortals worship them but a large number live in fear at what they can do to this world. Me? Well as someone that would just be reborn into what creatures are left over, I would spend it as I always do at the start of an era. Rebuilding my home to give it the chance it needed. The chance it deserved. Most times I need to spend two lifetimes to complete my tasks. The realms of mortals are cruel but the realism of the gods...Well they cannot seem to even trust themselves.
I bet you are looking around this little hole for some ancient weapon or secrets but like I said at the start, This is just a rambling that me and my queen always loved to laugh at...If you think that this was just a waste of a climb then I do encourage you to spend the night staring at the clouds stretching over the black canvas, The shining stars trying their best not to be outshined, The moon looking as if it came into our skies only for you that night. Once you spend that night here then I promise you. You should know where I'm going next. This might be a chance for you to find me in person the first time? I hope you succeed with a bated breath...Your next journey will not be for someone faint of heart...You will be fine if you can read my horrors of history so try and figure it out.
-Signed Perry Lakefield