Post by mugenkira on Nov 12, 2013 22:29:54 GMT
As I left the bridge from the four Torii gates I found myself on a bridge most grand past a pagoda of great magnificence. There I was bewildered by the bounty and power of the Elves of this land. Such a structure in my homeland would have been impossible without stone and even less possible with wood but here I stand on this wondrous marvel. I could swear that as I walked I could feel and hear the bridge breathing with the water and air. It's bright cream wood seeming to sway with each variation in the currents of the Foyda and change in the directions of the wind. On this bridge I met a friend which I miss dearly to this day. He was a Scholar, one who jumped into adventure with me before I could even gain his name. My trade as a Nomad as well as the promise of adventure for a novel he was going to write was too much a prospect for us to even stand back for a second as our fires in our hearts took us from the bridge into the wilds that where to me unknown at that time.
In this time me and my companion armed ourselves with some makeshift blades made from a log we passed by, they served our purpose well as I saw why this land was nearly uninhabited by our shared kin. Night fell and from the darkness emerged the undead, disgraced and cursed ancestors that only cared for the flesh of the living, hungering for the lives of their kin, un-respected and un-worshipped. My scholar friend showed me his proficiency with his blade, surprising me. Standing his ground just as well as I had done, when my families ancestral weapon is the blade.
"You handle the blade so well, and yet you say this is your first time?" I questioned.
"Beginners luck." My companion shrugged as we found a cave for the night to rest, and upon reflection this shelter was the reason I now believe he is dead. In that cave we found a tunnel, and at the end of the dark tunnel we found an expanse larger than I had ever seen not made by Dwarves in my long travels. We could not be stopped, our wanderlust taking us further and further into the chasms and abysses of the cave. Until we where above an ancient Elvish mine, when our kind used rails to travel as fast as stars. Me and my companion where ambushed by many disgraced ancestry there, the undead around every corner and the only light being magma we where so close to touching. My friend must have been lost in the chaos of that fight, eventually we won but he was nowhere to be found. Cursing my involvement in promising adventure I pounded the ground in hatred and yelled to the ancestors in the ground. This had proved however to be my saving grace. A man clad in iron with a sword of gemstone came to me in my grief and led me from the cave, saying it is too dangerous to stay here and my friend is surely dead. Cursing my name I came with him to the surface.
Here he asked me if I knew where the center-tree was. I said yes and led him the way until we came upon a great ziggurat of stone and wood and leaf, with a cap made of iron used as an anvil and the man, whose name was Orniel, said this was enough. There we talked about many things and introduced ourselves proper and displayed his mastery iron to me. To which I never learned in my lands.
"Practical, not wondrous." He said to me. I then asked him where the Humans (shortlived as he called them) lived. He asked why.
"Do you know about Dreams Orniel?" And before he could answer we were joined by a man named Raloth who was also from another land. I told Orniel I would tell him later and we were then told a tale of grave importance to me now.
"In these lands we are surrounded by men who would do the forest harm, the barbaric Shortlived which fell the forest and then dare to wail in grief when they have no wood for anything else and the Dwarves, whose lands are dead and made of nothing but stone and dirt. Fitting for such a people. Furthermore the woods are butchered, and we are but few. We must consolidate our power and repair the forest as well as expand it." He said, although I may have paraphrased some it's message still stands true.
The next day after staying under the night with Orniel and Raloth I met a lady named Alvy. A Maiden of great power who commanded an army of wolves. She taught me the secrets of iron that day and I began my expedition. Knowing that we needed a strong place in case of the Humans misguided action or the Dwarves shortsighted acts I decided the best course of action was a fortress. I chose a clearing and began the ancient rites of the perimeter. Planting trees around the grove to act as walls I begin felling trees and replanting them so I could get enough supplies to fill in anything I would need, and gained enough leaves to fill the walls. After a long days work and toiling in a cave for the right supplies I made the Greenfort and became it's keeper. A great wood keep of lipped walls and glass that shines like stars captured by the earth, its walls becoming one with the forest. And around it more trees where planted and a great Torii gate of glass and stone was erected. A keystone of Lapis Lazuli and finally a throne of Redstone was erected. The Elthane of Hlallu was established and I stopped being the Outlander. I was now a part of this land.
In this time me and my companion armed ourselves with some makeshift blades made from a log we passed by, they served our purpose well as I saw why this land was nearly uninhabited by our shared kin. Night fell and from the darkness emerged the undead, disgraced and cursed ancestors that only cared for the flesh of the living, hungering for the lives of their kin, un-respected and un-worshipped. My scholar friend showed me his proficiency with his blade, surprising me. Standing his ground just as well as I had done, when my families ancestral weapon is the blade.
"You handle the blade so well, and yet you say this is your first time?" I questioned.
"Beginners luck." My companion shrugged as we found a cave for the night to rest, and upon reflection this shelter was the reason I now believe he is dead. In that cave we found a tunnel, and at the end of the dark tunnel we found an expanse larger than I had ever seen not made by Dwarves in my long travels. We could not be stopped, our wanderlust taking us further and further into the chasms and abysses of the cave. Until we where above an ancient Elvish mine, when our kind used rails to travel as fast as stars. Me and my companion where ambushed by many disgraced ancestry there, the undead around every corner and the only light being magma we where so close to touching. My friend must have been lost in the chaos of that fight, eventually we won but he was nowhere to be found. Cursing my involvement in promising adventure I pounded the ground in hatred and yelled to the ancestors in the ground. This had proved however to be my saving grace. A man clad in iron with a sword of gemstone came to me in my grief and led me from the cave, saying it is too dangerous to stay here and my friend is surely dead. Cursing my name I came with him to the surface.
Here he asked me if I knew where the center-tree was. I said yes and led him the way until we came upon a great ziggurat of stone and wood and leaf, with a cap made of iron used as an anvil and the man, whose name was Orniel, said this was enough. There we talked about many things and introduced ourselves proper and displayed his mastery iron to me. To which I never learned in my lands.
"Practical, not wondrous." He said to me. I then asked him where the Humans (shortlived as he called them) lived. He asked why.
"Do you know about Dreams Orniel?" And before he could answer we were joined by a man named Raloth who was also from another land. I told Orniel I would tell him later and we were then told a tale of grave importance to me now.
"In these lands we are surrounded by men who would do the forest harm, the barbaric Shortlived which fell the forest and then dare to wail in grief when they have no wood for anything else and the Dwarves, whose lands are dead and made of nothing but stone and dirt. Fitting for such a people. Furthermore the woods are butchered, and we are but few. We must consolidate our power and repair the forest as well as expand it." He said, although I may have paraphrased some it's message still stands true.
The next day after staying under the night with Orniel and Raloth I met a lady named Alvy. A Maiden of great power who commanded an army of wolves. She taught me the secrets of iron that day and I began my expedition. Knowing that we needed a strong place in case of the Humans misguided action or the Dwarves shortsighted acts I decided the best course of action was a fortress. I chose a clearing and began the ancient rites of the perimeter. Planting trees around the grove to act as walls I begin felling trees and replanting them so I could get enough supplies to fill in anything I would need, and gained enough leaves to fill the walls. After a long days work and toiling in a cave for the right supplies I made the Greenfort and became it's keeper. A great wood keep of lipped walls and glass that shines like stars captured by the earth, its walls becoming one with the forest. And around it more trees where planted and a great Torii gate of glass and stone was erected. A keystone of Lapis Lazuli and finally a throne of Redstone was erected. The Elthane of Hlallu was established and I stopped being the Outlander. I was now a part of this land.