Love Lost
A recent comment left on my blog has me remembering the love of my life. We had this intense mental connection that I can't quite describe. From the first moment we started talking, I felt I was drawn inexorably towards her. The sheer energy she had was just a perfect complement to my more introverted personality. Even today, I still remember those conversations we had...
We met in the summer of 2003 in the AOL D&D roleplaying chat. I was a traveling gnome wizard and she was the most beautiful elven cleric I have ever met. We came across each other at the "Spouting Fish," a run down tavern in the shipping district of Waterdeep, and even despite our racial differences, we hit it off immediately. I spent the next few months of my life on the most exciting role playing campaign I have ever experienced. We watched the sun set over the beautiful ice covered Thunder Peaks, explored the ruins of ancient civilizations across the great desert, and spent evenings wrapped in each other's arms sailing across the moon sea.
On December 13, 2003 we were married in that same tavern in Waterdeep. Everyone, from an elven diplomat to Blackstaff, the mayor of town was in attendance.
And then it happened. Two days after our marriage she logged off in the middle of a play session. I thought maybe she had disconnected and I waited in the channel so we could keep adventuring.
The hours turned to days and soon I was flooding her inbox with emails, hoping she would respond...
I even called her ISP up trying to get her home phone number, anything I could use to get in touch with her. An address, a name, anything.
I never found out what happened to her, the love of my life. Nessa Carnesîr of the westland elves, if you ever come across this, know that I still hold you dear in my heart...
We met in the summer of 2003 in the AOL D&D roleplaying chat. I was a traveling gnome wizard and she was the most beautiful elven cleric I have ever met. We came across each other at the "Spouting Fish," a run down tavern in the shipping district of Waterdeep, and even despite our racial differences, we hit it off immediately. I spent the next few months of my life on the most exciting role playing campaign I have ever experienced. We watched the sun set over the beautiful ice covered Thunder Peaks, explored the ruins of ancient civilizations across the great desert, and spent evenings wrapped in each other's arms sailing across the moon sea.
On December 13, 2003 we were married in that same tavern in Waterdeep. Everyone, from an elven diplomat to Blackstaff, the mayor of town was in attendance.
And then it happened. Two days after our marriage she logged off in the middle of a play session. I thought maybe she had disconnected and I waited in the channel so we could keep adventuring.
The hours turned to days and soon I was flooding her inbox with emails, hoping she would respond...
I even called her ISP up trying to get her home phone number, anything I could use to get in touch with her. An address, a name, anything.
I never found out what happened to her, the love of my life. Nessa Carnesîr of the westland elves, if you ever come across this, know that I still hold you dear in my heart...
posted by Hold me plz at 2:37 PM
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