Monday, April 18, 2011
To join in role play, combat or become a citizen here you should submit a character card and have it approved prior to participating in any combat or larger role plays. Submit character cards to Eecho Rotaru, Freya Kirax, Grotch Qarnac or Lexie Lukas.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Eecho begins to write:
Upon receiving the witch's curse, I felt my body age, shrink, and be filled with the pains of the elderly. My mind turned against me, memories lost. My tongue rambled on about nothing. I knew I must find a way free of this curse, before it took the rest of me and I lie in the earth's deep embrace.
I immediately dispatched certain loyal fae to find where the woman was staying. Thankfully after a day spent searching, they located an old rotting shack where she was residing. Upon hearing the news, I gathered some herbs and stones, creating a small charm bag to protect me from any spells against my mind. I asked one of our healers for a treatment, that I may regain at least a small portion of vigor, as I suspected this encounter may end badly-for her or me I did not know. The elf Lexie, herself not wholly unfamiliar with dark arts spoke to me of various things she may try, and ways she might keep my youth bound, so I knew what to look for. With a prayer and a bit of sorrow, I departed to her shack, not knowing if I would return.
I arrived as she was stoking an outdoor fire of some meat. She laughed at my state and made a mockery of my appearance, but this time I would not allow her in my mind, though I felt her try to push in. "I have come to honor my part of our deal." I spoke to her with enough venom to kill a lesser race. She smiled as if she were expecting this and invited me in. As soon as I entered her residence, a coldness filled the room hiding the smell of rot and decay, probably the product of one of her nefarious spells. "So", she cackled, "You have come to give me a place in your court?" I replied, "If it is your wish, I will have a place for you in our clan, provided you release me from this spell." She went to gather her ingredients and that was when I saw it in her cabinet. The hourglass, Lexie had spoken of. She had told me that many witches use it to hold a persons youth, or to twist their age.
I ran at the witch and grabbed the hourglass hitting her on the head with it. She reared up and called upon her dark goddess Baba Yaga. The shadows in the room began to swirl around me. I heard the sound of laughter, screams, and cries all at once. She tugged at the hourglass, but I held fast, though I could feel my strength fading. She changed her tactic and instead of pulling, she pushed me backwards. I fell feeling my hip break upon the fall.
She immediately cast a circle round about my old shriveled body. My heart was pounding and I thought that perhaps she would have me die within its bounds. I dug my hands into the soil of Aryador taking in its rich smell not knowing if this would be my body's last sensation. Then I saw it. The small hourglass we both had dropped, had fallen within the circle. I grabbed it and busted it with the butt of my dagger, the sands whipping around wildly. Then I felt it...my body restoring to my young upright body, healing all the pains and breaks that racked it. Flooded with energy, I invoked the elements. I chanted the words to draw the winds and the rain and it howled and beat upon the house. I called up vines to bind her, quickly they gagged her mouth and held her firm. I fled home and quickly asked my advisor to dispatch those who are trained in such things, to "take care" of the situation. So I must sleep now. The worst is over I hope. I have my youthful body back, and full control of my mind and body.
While still living in the beautiful forests of my homeland with my father,I kept hearing from the people of my beauty and how I would make a fantastic successor to my father someday. The idea went to my head, I must admit. I visited a local hedgewitch who maintained a little cottage in our lands. She smelled of patchouli and mint. I asked her for a potion or spell that would speed my ascent to the throne. I was thinking maybe my father would take ill or senile and I would take my rightful place. The witch asked what I intended to pay. I offered her gold and jewels. She wanted none of that but asked only for an esteemed position in my court when I take throne. I eagerly agreed thinking she wanted a title and little more. She cast a circle with me in it. She spoke some words in a language I did not understand and chanted her spell. She gave me a vile potion to drink, and in my greed I did what I was told, and promptly drank.
I woke up the next morning in my bed. I was awakened to screams, as the orc hoardes had invaded and were burning the forest. In the coming months of battle, my father was found dead, a dagger through his heart. I gathered what was left our our Aborean Clan and fled to the forests of Aryador, hoping to rebuild....until yesterday.
The old witch showed up at my door, congratulating me on my leadership to the throne. She asked for her payment. I promptly refused. I did not ask for the destruction of our forests, or the death of my father and family. But upon my refusal, I suffered her curse. I am shamed by it and my sins. That I would be the first of my kind to look their age...to feel its pangs in body and mind. That I might be a living reminder to never cross a witch again. I see her now...she is staying in the forest... watching offering herbs and remedies to those who will pay. While my heart hardens, and my beauty has faded...I sit in the foyer and weep for my sins...and my pride.
Unbeknownst to him, Angharradh softened the Unseelie Eecho's heart through the Somata fruit of Taure Emata. The more he ate, the more happy and loving he became. Finally after a feast of Somata with the Hive, having even invited Kaelen the drow, they professed their caring for one another. One fae even said, "We care even for the drow elf, Kaelen." All heartily assented. The evil Goddess of the Hive was outraged. She appeared before those that were present and cursed them thusly, "You love the elves so much? Then why don't you become like those sickening creatures!" And so some were turned into elves. She turned to Eecho and thrust an arrow into his heart and watched him gasp for breath. She leaned in and whispered, "This is the end of the Hive....and of you Eecho of the Unseelie." She deserted the Hive never to retrun and all the plants inside it dried up and turned to dust. Angharradh came to Eecho as he was breathing his last, and offered to take his spirit, and place it in the fallen moon elf....but only if he release most of his memories of being a fae, and he embrace those of the elf. Eecho, greedy for life, agreed. At that moment, the moon elf awakened restored...with new fae and elves former Hive members added to the already existing Clan of Aborea. Thus ends the saga of the Hive and the Unseelie Court in Aryador, and begins a new dawn of the Clan of Aborea.
We have made it to the famed forests of Aryador earlier in the week. We were attacked along the way and lost a few more members of our clan. As the Fates would have it, I have come across some fae folk of some clan that suffered a tragedy, including the loss of their king who enjoyed the same name as I. Those fae folk have joined our clan, and while some seems angry and grieving...I am sure they will come around, after the pain subsides.
I feel like I am floundering here. I miss my father. There will never be another king like Lord Elpaph, in the Aborean Clan or elsewhere! If only we had been better prepared when the hoardes attacked our forest...then he would have never been killed, I never would have had to lead, and we would not have needed to move to these forests. But enough of the sadness.
We cut down from the dead trees, and gather stones to build a habitation. For now we have taken up residence in a small tower surrounded by swamp. Many are gathering berries, fruits, and herbs for food and salves.
I pray the Triple Goddess will bless our works here.
Chieften of the Aborean Clan of Aryador
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Raised under such a xenophobic belief system, Eruadan found it difficult to know how to deal with the young Ashera Kielan's progressive ruling style. Their world had been opened up to embrace the strengths of other races when, in the past, they would have seen others as valuable for enslavement. Eruadan would not deny the usefulness of the others, but the elder warriors of centuries past taught their fighters to be wary of the advancements of others for there was much for the Djinn to protect. In some cases, there was much for a single Djinn to lose.
Eruadan knew better than to cross the Ashera. An example had been made before and all young Djinn learned early on of the curses that a spiteful Ashera would cast upon a disloyal subject. The tale of the renounced Air Djinn haunted Eruadan and ever-reminded him to stay true to his Warrior's Oath and uphold the Ashera's Will without question. As an elder, he would serve as counsel to the young Ashera, but he remained mindful of his position. Advise, but never command. Guide, but never lead. Caution, but never lecture. Always follow the Nomos (Ashera's Will).
The old Ashera locked the Djinn away from the rest of the world and the new Ashera retrieved the key. Erudan asks himself which Ashera is right. Though it is difficult to ignore ones upbringing and the teachings of old, the warrior is sworn to the Nomos. Though he is leery of those who come from beyond the sands and waters of Taura Emata, he will do as he is commanded and step outside the cave.