So I spent a long time trying to figure out why the Bones of EAO didn't have the "Oh Bearer Mine" description on them, but decided it would be more fun if I just created one for them. It then evolved into a whole story featuring my huntress and what the Bones really are all about. Enjoy! [b]Grimoire Card; Gift of Wings[/b] //I have the dream again. ##[i]TELL ME ABOUT IT.[/i] //I am flying. High, high above the wastes that surround the last remnants of a once great civilization. ##[i]WHOSE?[/i] //Earth, Terra. The wastes extend off into the horizon, yet even from this height I can still see the Last City in clear detail. My eyes see all, and compared to the world that surrounds it, the City is insignificant. ##[i]AND YET DESPITE WHAT YOU SEE, YOU BELIEVE THE CITY IS SIGNIFICANT?[/i] //Yes, I do. ##[i]WHY? WHY DO YOU BELIEVE THIS? THE WEAK AND THE SMALL DO NOT SURVIVE THE HARSH WINTER.[/i] //Miles above these wastes I soar, yet I can clearly see the fires of hope kindled in the hearths of the City. The belief that it will all be better tomorrow keeps them moving, keeps them warm. ##[i]THEY BELIEVE IN A PROMISE SO EASILY BROKEN. IS THIS NOT A FLAW?[/i] //Yes. But when tomorrow never comes, they will always be moving towards it. ##[i]AND YOU? WHY DO YOU NOT PARTAKE IN THIS, HOPE? YOU SEE ALL THAT HAPPENS IN THIS WORLD, AND OTHERS TO, YET HERE YOU ARE, SEEING ALL, PARTAKING IN NONE.[/i] //That is not true. ##[i]OH?[/i] //From this height, I can see all, and fly as mine own judge. This city is significant in its insignificance. That such a strange and beautiful thing exists when all that surrounds it is just devastation and waste... I shall protect this, I shall strike from above like the hawk on any who seek to destroy this! ##[i]BUT YOU ARE NOT FLYING. YOU CAN NOT SEE ALL. YOU ARE NOT A HAWK. YOU ARE MERELY DREAMING. THE VISIONS YOU SEE OF THIS PLANET ARE BUT GLIMPSES YOU HAVE SEEN FROM THE HULL OF YOUR SHIP AS YOU ARE CARRIED ABOVE THIS WORLD.[/i] //... ##[i]YOU CANNOT FLY WITHOUT WINGS, YET YOU HAVE NONE, SO YOU CREATE WINGS, BUT TRAP YOURSELF IN A CAGE FROM WHICH YOU CANNOT LEAVE, OR YOU WILL FALL FOR SO, SO LONG...[/i] //... ##[i]BUT I CAN GRANT YOUR WISH, OH DREAMER MINE. I CAN GRANT YOU THE WINGS OF A HAWK, THE TALONS THAT STRIKE FROM ABOVE AT ANY WHO WOULD DARE THREATEN YOUR NEST.[/i] //... ##[i]SO COME, OH DREAMER MINE, LET ME GIVE YOU WINGS...[/i] //And then I awake. //The dream fades. //The voice does not.