TALE OF SALUN "The Scroll Keepers".

   Years ago my dad gave me an old restaurant calendar I thought was really neat, because of how it was made.  These many years later I finally figured out what I'm going to do with it.  I will take the NASIL fonts DAN SMITH made for made for me, and 'translate' the following Verse onto the back of the Calendar turning it into The Salun Scroll.

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“Like the terrified inhale of a sharp gasp,
I saw her life being extinguished and fade
as in the exhaustion of sorrow.

In the inhale of that crumbling moment
my life’s meaning faded away
as sorrow filled my heart with loneliness.

Cradled in my arms, she died so pale
a lifeless shell, void of expression;
yet forever, my only, one true love…”

The Salun Parchments
 Scrolls I:1-9

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The sons of god from

righteous lands they came

to take for themselves

the daughters of men

with wicked hearts proclaimed

as teachers of the truth

they were lords of lies

fallen-ones who ruled no more 

the day the rains came.

Uruk Tablet  No. 3-3

Transliterated by Martha Paske-Townsend

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In the garden of Eriduah
the pleasure grove of Eul
there dwelt many wonders
the greatest of these
were the Two Trees
of such bitter-sweet fruit.
Called “Life” and “Wisdom;”
Life was eternal, and
Wisdom without end.
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:1-9

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The Guardian resonated,
“In it harm none,
Do what you will.
So mote it be;
Remember and be renewed.”

The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:94-98
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Then without warning they betrayed us as 

   our clothes they had torn off in shame,

      and took our bodies in lust, but

   our men they burned like our homes.

This they said was done because fear

   was not given them as a sign of respect;

      they rose up against our Chieftain who

   was then torn asunder and left for the birds.

Each new moon they were an affliction,

   a curse upon our people and the land

      because they had rejected peace of truth; for 

   a taste of lust, by the hand of power instead. 

The Salun Parchments

“The Heirloom” II:45-56

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Six days after I entered into the pangs of womanhood

   my mother came unto me with the bold

      words of her mother’s lore; of

   my mother’s shadowed traditions she gave.

On that star filled night Milcah did cast a circle,

   by the names of the four winds that flew,

      but on that night they fell silent

   by coming of that dark hour’s dew.

Beside the banks of the Quicken River

   there was kindled upon a great stone table

      a fire to burn away the fear of the night;

   there gathered the women of our clan sky-clad.

The Salun Parchments

“The Mother’s Rites” III: 5-16

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That Fair One departed from my mother,

   until the winter had passed;

      We did not see that pale stranger

   until he appeared many Springs later.

The Salun Parchments

“The Withdrawal” IV: 1-4

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The stranger was no where to be found as

   the ground showed no footprints of his hard shoes

      I ran to my home and told my father-in-law of

   the vision and his warnings of gloom.

No one believed me for I was but a child to them

   only Gilga-noak, my husband’s father listened

      the gods command of him to build a ship; for

   only he and our family heeded the vision’s woe.

Others had been warned, but only laughed

   scoffing at my husband’s father

      “Rain from a clear sky was mad!”

   scoffing at the gods had its own reward.

The Salun Parchments

“The Last Keeper” V: 33-44

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Ere the thunder clouds shouted no more

   the world I once knew had faded and

      from memory only memory remained of 

   the Nephilim and their Fallen Mark of distrust.

About me the very land had been changed,

   renewed by an act of shame and regret

      to be replenished with a mere handful;

   renewed by the hand of a divine command.

The Salun Parchments

“The Last Keeper” V: 49-56

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Never shall I forget those drowning screams

    that fell silent beneath the waves

      when the rains finally came upon us all;

   that day when outside they perished.

For in the end when the waters dried away

   their bodies lay bloated upon the seas and land

      before the feasting birds where judgment fell;

   their names all but forgotten by Heaven’s hand.

The Salun Parchments

“The Last Keeper” V: 69-76

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Originally written in 1992 (c) 

THIS verse/ Scroll follows Fayendar's Verse.  He told of his life, the Salun Scroll tells of his wife Enava's side of the family.  THE WATCHER'S BOOK: The Book of Endings