Weaver of Tales
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Post by Weaver of Tales on Nov 22, 2015 1:34:25 GMT -8
The hidden village of the Tuatha Dé Ñalma.
Deep in the woods of The Forgotten Usque, where no outsider has tread for hundreds of years, the spiritual tribe of guardians known as the Tuatha Dé Ñalma reside within their homes and work in tandem for their native animist religion. They watch the forests, guard its spirits and creatures and live lives of happiness, honour and purpose.
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Vaalen
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Post by Vaalen on Nov 22, 2015 1:49:58 GMT -8
The singing in the Chieftain's Hall had all awestruck and quiet. The duo, a man and a woman from the village, sang together in harmony and their beautiful native tongue. Their voices came from their throats, singing of the ancient sagas of their once proud and widespread people. Of the great heroes, the gods who were said to interact with them, and the villains who sought to bring end to their rule. In the background, a hide-bound drum was beaten softly in time with the lyrics and a lute-like instrument was plucked by a girl no older than sixteen.
When finally their song finished, it seemed the hearts of every man and woman in the hall had been touched. It was not a prideful feeling, or a sadness that brought tears, but a reminder of what they once had and a determination to see it again. After a short silence, the spirits of those present lifted as suddenly as the cheering and applause began and the two performers bowed before moving down to the hearth-fire that spanned the centre of the room and taking a seat besides roasting meat.
Vaalen, their king, sat upon a wooden throne that was draped in furs and raised above the rest of the hall by three steps. He clapped also, his crown made of horns and antlers, with only a single gem trinket in its centre; an amber. In the throne besides him sat his daughter, a young woman in a flowing white gown and a far more impressive crown upon her own head; a pair of antlers that grew from her skull, and a metal band to keep her almost-white hair from falling in front of her face.
"Your performance was fantastic, Aed and Genofeva," the middle-aged, yet large and bearded man said with a hefty smile. "You should be proud. Your voices are the envy of our people and even our Gods are driven to weep by your singing."
The young woman blushed, and the man seemed so honoured that he began twiddling his fingers and dropped a small pouch into the fire, which suddenly burst upwards in a momentary display of violent intent. Then, it died down back to normal, and the man yelped "ouch!" as he put his hand near the flames to get his pouch back. After overcoming the shock, the rest of the hall laughed.
Meanwhile, as the laughter died, the doors of the hall were pushed open and a sudden, cool breeze along with the faintest of falling snowflakes passed the threshold. The others turned their heads towards the door, along with Vaalen, to try and see who had interrupted their feast.
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Krenor
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Registered: Jan 22, 2015 0:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Krenor on Nov 22, 2015 2:11:44 GMT -8
The man who passed the threshold rubbed his hands in front of the fire, cloaked by a mantle of black feathers with a hood that he pulled down to his shoulders. At least some of those in the feast recognized him, and he bowed his head to the King who sat up on his throne.
The man's features were rather plain. A straight nose, a gaunt jaw, orange eyes and dark, shoulder-length hair that waved but did not curl. A warrior by the door passed him a piece of bread without a word and similarly, Krenor took a bite from it. He chewed, swallowed, then let out a sigh as though he had not had the chance to breathe in far too long.
Vaalen sat up, then offered a nod in greeting. "What brings you here, Krenor?"
"A battle, lord. In the north. The knights who took to building their homes in the forest are fighting against a force of people not entirely unlike our own. I believe they fight over land, but that if the knights win, more of the Usque will be destroyed," Krenor explained, and as he finished speaking, a crow flew in from the outside and took to landing on his shoulder. The man didn't react.
"But this is the changing way of the world, Krenor. Did we and our people not together decide to return here? To leave the forests to its own devices? Threats have increased every year for two decades and more of our people died to defend the spirits of the forest than could be replaced. Did we not, after much deliberation, choose to let the spirits and the beasts fight for themselves?"
Krenor sighed. "Yes," he replied, "but this may be different. This is not the slow path of nature, this is a large, destructive, man-made force. We abandoned the forests, but it is not too late to go to their aid. We can still fight, we can still save it. If we don't, then they may eventually come here and in a force too great to be stopped."
"So you are saying that I must decide?" Vaalen asked, as he eyed the rest of the room. All idly chatter had long since stopped, for they realized that they were listening to a conversation that could decide the fate of their children. "Decide whether to risk our people fighting a battle that isn't ours, or leaving them and allowing them to destroy what is rightfully ours and then possibly even turn their attention here?"
As Vaalen finished speaking, he sighed heftily. He was growing older and ever more did he look towards the legacy he would leave behind to his people. Would he be known as the man who demanded peace to stop them from dying, or the man who chose to kill them to save more than themselves? "Anu, my beloved daughter," he finally spoke, turning to face the young, near white-haired woman sat on the second throne. "You are Vates. A prophet of the gods. They speak through you, show you the future they have chosen for us... I must ask you to use your gift. What path should we take, my child?"
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Anu
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Registered: Apr 14, 2015 19:12:17 GMT -8
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Post by Anu on Nov 22, 2015 2:52:56 GMT -8
Anu partially furrowed her brows, a look of partial worry upon her face that ruined her otherwise immaculately female characteristics. "Father, I..." She began, but was cut off when her parent raised his hand.
"I know, Anu. It pains you, it scares you. I would not ask this of you if the matter was of less importance, but you have heard the words we have spoken. You know that we have no choice, Vates," Vaalen replied.
Anu winced. She despised it when her own father referred to her by her title of Vates, rather than his own and only child. Yet still, it was a title she possessed and had no choice but to accept; the Vates were the most important people in the Tuatha society, for it was they who saw the gods and their designs. They were prophets, oracles and religious leaders. But Anu had other qualities that made her more important than any other Vates, qualities that had her become possibly the most loved figure in their village. First, she was the only Vates to be born in a generation; second, she was the only female of her kind ever known and third, she was the daughter of the King.
Her words, when spoken, were literally taken as divine providence. Of truth. Even if she did not mean to be one, she was the leader of her entire culture. No other single individual could decide the fate of the men and women looking up at her, now in that hall, than she herself.
"Very well," she said in resign. "I will ask the gods."
She turned her head up to the rafters and the ceiling, where her eyes glazed over into a strict white. Within seconds, her body began to tremble and all candles, torches and flames of the central hearth died out completely; leaving the area in cold and darkness. All breath fell silent, all eyes keenly closed, for they must not look upon a Vates when envoking her power.
Anu opened her eyes, then looked down. The hall was on fire. Blood began to trickle down the steps besides her feet, and she looked left only to realize that her father was lying slumped back against his throne, with an arrow through his throat. She took in a sharp breath of fear, then turned her eyes back to the main room of the hall itself. All the warriors were standing, with half of them bloodied and wounded in such a way that they could not possibly stand and be alive; or live at all in any position. Snakes began to slither out of the ashes of the dead fires, while spiders began to drop from the rafters above them. In the darkest corner, she saw Genofeva, the woman who had been singing with her lover at the start of their evening, being caressed by a dark figure with slits for eyes. She watched as a fork-like tongue left the shadow's mouth, then ran up the side of the singer's cheek until Anu decided she could watch no longer.
Instead she stood, moving slowly across the hall towards the door with bloody footprints in her wake. The smell of burning wood and flesh met her nostrils as she approached the doors that flung open in her wake, revealing the village and the trees around it alight with the fiercest of burning intensities. Roofs began to collapse nearby and children ran screaming from pursuers on horseback holding nets and spears, though they made no audible sound.
Then she felt it, a whisper in her ear. She knew he was behind her, but did not make a single noise. She shivered, a creeping-crawling feeling spreading from her tail-bone, up along her spine and finally to the base of her neck. The words he whispered were of the ancient tongue, spoken before even her own people had taken those basic roots of language and turned them into the foundation of their entire culture. The words he whispered were terrifying; the descriptions sickening, the fates interweaving in impossible complexity and horror. She did not dare move even a single muscle, she did not dare so much as twitch the focus of her eyes to any single point than than the trunk of the tree she had chosen to focus on in front of her.
Then, a hand reached around her mouth while another went for her throat. Before she could so much as scream, the hands of the dead began to reach from the ground and drag her down into their graves, until such a point as they could tear her clothing from her form and grasp her flesh with fingers strong enough to tear her from her own skeleton. But just as the pain began to become unbearable, just as her own blood began to flow, everything stopped.
Now back in the real hall, with everyone alive and watching her in silence, she opened her eyes. The fires relit, the warmth returned. She realized that she was lying on the floor in front of her throne, having at some point collapsed, with her hair falling all around her face and shoulders. She had tears running down her cheeks, but she wiped them away before anyone could notice.
"I have received the vision of the gods," she all but whispered. "And I have seen what will become of us on the road of both paths offered."
She climbed back up to her chair, then sat back down with her eyes staring intensely at her lap. "Father... We must not hide any longer. We must fight."
No-one gasped, no-one was in shock. They all knew, in their hearts, that their Vates had the will of the gods in her mind and her heart. That no matter what was to come, they were climbing the steps of the fate that had been woven for each of them. One by one, the warriors and their families rose, before turning and exiting the hall. By this point, Anu was in tears, while Vaalen sat besides her, leaning towards his arm-rest with his cheek against his fist.
Only Anu, Vaalen and Krenor remained.
"Krenor," Vaalen finally spoke. "Find Vales. Explain to him what has happened. Then the two of you go north to the scene of this battle. If you get there in time, help fight, but if not, then do as the gods have instructed you, Crowfallen."
"What about the other one?" Krenor asked, referring to a certain man who Vaalen immediately recognized to be the subject of the question.
"What about him? He abandoned us," the King spoke, his voice sterner than usual. "He is not of the Tuatha any longer. Let him die on some road, if he wishes it."
Krenor wanted to speak, but stopped himself. His mouth curled into a frown, at which point he bowed, turned and left without further comment.
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Vaalen
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Post by Vaalen on May 14, 2017 19:52:08 GMT -8
7th of Sun's Leaf, Village of the Tuatha Dé ÑalmaIt was the end of the first week of summer in The Forgotten Usque and the forest was rife with life, a thick green canopy enveloping the tops of trees while birds sang and small creatures of the forest lived their lives under the protection of a woods so deep that no outside force could surely reach them - or know they were there.
Yet things were slowing; crawling to a halt; some darkness that continued to spread through the dirt and the roots, something that had slowly crept forth from the dark places of the world for so long that now an experienced eye could see how it was changing the forest and their tribe. They had tried to find the source, to stop it, but no investigation was ever able to bear fruit and no attempt to halt the spread had been successful. Only the children weren't aware now, for such dark tales were not told to those who were only guilty of being late home for supper as they played with friends under the summer trees.
A woman smiled as she watched her young children play in the grounds outside the Great House, home of the King of their tribe and his children. She knew of the darkness, but her place was not to worry, it was to wait upon those who were too busy defending what little of the forest remained under their protection to carry out the chores most took for granted. Cooking, cleaning and whatever other job was asked of her within reason, the maid would perform happily and with no shortage of compensation!
It was still mid-morning when the clothes she had been scrubbing clean in the courtyard were finally hung out to try, at which point she looked up at the position of the sun and remembered that it was about time to raise the King from his slumber. With a smile on her face, she wandered back in through the hall of the great house and turned off to the side, where steps led up to the bedrooms of those who lived there. She reached the top, then moved on down the corridor overlooking the hearth-fire below until finally she came upon a shut door that led into the king.
She opened it, then walked in with a cheery morning whistle. The room was dark due to the closed drapes, but she could see the figure of the king still sleeping in his bed and one of his favourite hounds sleeping at the foot of it. "Good morning, your Majesty!" She all-but sang, walking across the room to the drapes and pulling them apart so that sunshine could flood the room and be rid of all unwanted darkness.
As shining, floating specks of dust reminded her she needed to clean the king's old ornaments, she turned to see if he had awoken yet. A second later, she screamed.
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Anu
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Post by Anu on May 14, 2017 21:02:37 GMT -8
Anu's journey back to her village, then through the streets and up to the great hall was one that neared flight in speed and effortlessness. She had rushed - gliding across the ground like an elf might - ignoring all calls or cries for her attention, all waves that might distract her or keep her from immediately going to the scene she had been told of.
It was afternoon now as she entered the hall and quickly climbed to the second floor, a glowing ball of light hanging comically to a piece of string that had been tied around one of the antlers that grew from her head. Ah yes, Anu was the Antlered Queen, the woman whose roaming of the forest had inspired stories in travellers and children alike; they thought her some sort of goddess - she was much more vulnerable. Within seconds, she reached the door to her father's room and entered with wide eyes.
"What's happened to him?" She asked, looking around at the maids, healers and close friends who had gathered. Slowly, they stepped aside to let Anu see and she nearly broke into tears at the sight of him. King Vaalen was extremely sick, with a paleness to his skin in dark contrast to the blackness that spread through the veins on his face and other areas of exposed skin. Additionally, he was sweating profusely and in some sort of feverish dream, which he occasionally commented on in moans and grumbles that betrayed a great pain.
She moved over to him in silence, then leaned besides his bed and placed her hands on either side of his head. Anu had always had the gift of great wisdom, magic and prophecy but even to the most skilled shamans and healers her ways were a mystery. They looked on, not knowing what it was she did as for a moment the blackness left Vaalen's face and spread instead to her hands which began shaking in some agony of nefarious nature. She began to audibly protest her decision to do this in the form of a low groan, but within thirty seconds the blackness faded from her hands and began to grow again in the veins of her father.
"The evil has touched him, infected his body with the same darkness that spreads in the Usque and sucks the life from our forest. I can't help him," she explained, wiping away tears with her bare sleeve.
"Then we must find aid, a healer who can reverse this no matter the cost!" Spoke one adviser, as he peered out of a window with a deeply troubled look on his face. "Without King Vaalen, our dear Anu alone is not enough to hold back the flow of this corruption despite being so touched by our gods."
"He is right," Anu agreed. "I can't do it alone... Without my father, this forest will become a warped place of horror within... A year, maybe two... Enough time for us to leave, but all of you here know that were we do abandon our duties in such a way.."
All murmuring went silent when she reminded them of a thing they would not speak of, reinforcing to all of them just how serious their situation was. It was no mere illness that would decide the fate of a king, it was a sickness that could lead to the destruction of all of them were it to take from them their leader.
"But all Tuatha must remain here if we are to watch these woods!" cried another. "'tis folly! If only Vaalen's sons had not abandoned us, perhaps then this darkness might never have been able to creep into the heart of this sacred place!"
Anu's face frowned at the words, but there were more more than a few murmurs of agreement. Her brothers had disappeared one after the other and years apart, yet it had been more than two years since her younger sibling had also gone. "Please do not speak ill of my brothers, not in my presence. Whatever crimes against us they committed, I still love them as my blood," came her soft retort, which at least seemed to reach the others enough for them to stop. "I know who we can send for help, at least... Though I do not know if he will like it."
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Flare Wildfall
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Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 14, 2017 21:33:59 GMT -8
The glowing orb that had entered the room with Anu had for some time been sitting on the very corner of Vaalen's dresser, though no-one had paid it any mind until Anu mentioned someone who 'she could send for help'. At this point, the glow around the small male fae shrank away until the wide-eyed creature stared out into the room with some noticeable fear behind them.
"Um... Do you mean me?" He asked, his voice as tiny as his body (no taller than a few inches, it seemed). "You do, don't you? I should mention that I am very small, not very brave and my wings don't work properly!" He cried to Anu, while the others in the room turned to acknowledge him properly for the first time. "Let me rephrase: I'm a fae who can't even fly right!"
Anu looked at him, but did not answer. The solemness of her expression told him everything he needed to know.
"But... I'm small..." His fearful protest came again.
"Flare, you are a good friend. I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice," Anu replied.
"But without my working wings, it will take me so much longer to reach the edge of the forest and... And... There are so many dangers, because I cannot fly around them like a wisp or reach the dust for magic or even find the other fae to ask for help! They will never think to look at the ground!"
"That's true, but you can hide easily and speak to the small creatures of the woods. You have a large heart for such a small man and the good things left in this world will know it. But more than that, you are braver than you think, you have simply forgotten it.." said Anu, walking closer to tiny Flare and picking him up softly in her hands. "Will you do this thing for me? For my people, for our home and our forest?" She asked him, her voice now a whisper as she carried him over to the window-still and waited by it.
Flare sighed... Anu's words always soothed him, always gave him strength. It was her nature as the Antlered Queen he supposed, her deeply spiritual connection to things that even Fae did not know. "Fine.. I will try," Flare replied as he was placed down upon the window's ledge and closed his eyes to try and comprehend what he had just agreed to. It was a dangerous travel for even a full-grown human, but to someone as small as him? It was an impossible journey that may as well take him to the end of the world. He had never seen outside the forest before, but he supposed there was a time for all things.
"Find someone who can find one of my brothers, nothing more," Anu told him with a smile. "Do not put yourself in unnecessary danger; do this and come back to us, healthy and in one piece. Let my brothers take the true risk here, Flare, let them discover a way to battle this darkness. Stick you to being the companion that makes us laugh and cry with your stories and your song."
Flare said nothing else, he simply nodded and braced himself. As expected, Anu's words had attracted to them a small robin that was beckoned to the sound of her voice whenever there was a sadness behind it. Even the birds cared enough about Anu to try and cheer her up with their song, so what place did he have to decline her request when she was so distraught?
"Little bird," Anu told it. "Take this one upon your back and fly with him towards the end of the forest for as long as your little wings can manage the strength."
The bird chirped and nodded in some strange acceptance, then lowered itself as Flare climbed upon her back and held on to the tiny feathers of her scruff. A few moments later, the bird set off into the sky and immediately flew out of the village and up above the tops of the trees until all that could be seen was an ocean of greenery.
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