Heres a taste of what Im writing. PROLOGUE Dim light washed over the room as the elder led the way. She somehow lit ghostly lights with a casual wave of her hand yet no torch, nor fireplace could be seen. The light made her long silvery hair appear to glow, and in this dim light her age could not be discerned until she locked eyes with you. Then you knew you were in the presence of someone who had seen centuries come and go. This was her personal study, a place few had ever seen. It had a comfortable, lived in atmosphere about it, yet looked much like a library with bookcases surrounding the room. She gestured to a seat before an ornate table etched with the sigils of the beast lords of the nature goddess Melsadawn, with elemental runes inlaid upon the four corners of the table. Please, be seated before the fire rune, young one. It is a fitting place for you She spoke through a slight smile, gesturing to a seat at the table. Your gift to me shall be attentive silence, mine to you; knowledge. This knowledge will be difficult for you to accept, but it is as true as the sky above us and the ground beneath us. She then took in a breath as if pondering what to say next. Fire has a passionate way about it. It burns with ferocity, uncaring of how long it will burn, all it knows is that it must burn. And when a fire is born, it is not easy to estinguish and it is rarely created without a purpose. She nodded, seemingly satisfied with this beginning. I have called you here to tell you a story. It is a story wrought with sadness and pain, but it is perhaps one of the most important stories of our people. And for this reason, I have kept it secret for more than three hundred cycles because few were ready to hear it...until now. She paused once again, then began to chant words in an unrecognizable language. Suddenly, the glowing image of a mature dark-haired elven male appeared. He held a sword in both of his hands in a stance that was somehow familiar, his eyes were fearless and he had an experienced look about him. This is an illusion spell I have cast. And while majik is forbidden, it is time to end this prohibition for it could bring about the end of our people. She said matter of factly like one who usually had her way with things, and like one who was shrugging off an old worn out formality. This was Deymok. He was a great warrior, but more importantly he was wise, She spoke with a tone of fondness and a hint of regret, he studied our ancient texts voraciously, seeking his purpose. And through this study he learned of powerful evils that walked the lands of Aaonar. She paused once again, this time for many moments as if to keep her composure. Her emotional state seemed unstable - a demeanor that was very uncharacteristic of her. He also discovered that our people had no defenses against many of them because we did not hold mastery over majik. This he decided, was something that had to change. The image changed to Deymok standing before a gathering of Creevari Elves who appeared to be shouting angrily at him, an expression of sadness covered his features yet he stood determined and confident. Brave Deymok went before our people to suggest a reunification of the Elven tribes, but this angered many of our people. He found few supporters, but with those few, he left and began a pilgrimmage, traveling the world to visit the other tribes of Elvenkind. The image changed to various images of Deymok meeting with Elves of the other tribes: first the Thervari – known to most as high elves. Vain and dire they stand tall and slim with pale skin and imperilous beauty. They are known to have command over the language of majik as if it were their first language. Then he stood before the Brynvari – known as the sea elves. Their skin, a dark shade of blue and hair green like seaweed. They are known as the caretakers of the oceans, and a people of few words. Next, he stood before the Zynvari – known as the frost elves. Shorter and more stout than the other tribes, their light blue skin like a shadow in the snow. Then he finally stood before the Sunevari – known as the sun elves. They stood proud, their skin lightly tanned, braided top knots hung down their backs. They were known to inhabit a continent far to the east. None of the other elven tribes were seen. In his travels he found some supporters amongst the other tribes, but he also found enemies. One, in particular, was very powerful. The image of a high elf wearing a black hooded robe, his skin a pasty white and his eyes and hair blacker than midnight appeared. He wore a terrible scowl on his face. This is Thaust, she spat, her hatred apparent, a powerful Sorceror who held command over the schools of mentalism and illusion. I pray that he has been vanquished since for this world cannot bear the darkness of the like that he holds within him for long. He saw Deymok as a threat that needed to be eliminated. And after many failed attempts, his hatred for Deymok grew stronger and stronger. So, completely obsessed, he came to our people in disguise and used his powers to manipulate them. What happened next is a dark piece of our history that none have spoken of since...until now.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 03:26:08 +0000
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