Sylvan Niche Sylvan History Log (Cont'd)
The History
of the Sylvankind
(Continued)
Tyndrasi says, "I will now speak of the journey to Nevishrim"
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Kadesha scowls at Xeniphite.
You shiver.
Prospera pokes Kadesha in the ribs.
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvan army buried their dead and spent a few days to rest and mourn the lost."
You cry in pain, weeping with your torment.
Tyndrasi says, "The Faendryl seemed as stunned as their allies, and made no attempt to contact the sylvans following the battle of Maelshyve."
Tyndrasi says, "Other allies also withdrew and, in coming weeks, seemed to drift away."
Tyndrasi says, "All who had witnessed the holocaust seemed to exist in a stunned, depressed fog."
You shiver.
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi.
You say, "Understandable."
Tyndrasi says, "After five days, Oriahn called a meeting of his commanders."
Tyndrasi says, "He told them that they would be packing up the following day and returning home to Nevishrim."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "Not even that happy news could stir the company out of their malaise."
Tyndrasi says, "However, in an army, discipline triumphs over emotion, and the army began the homeward trek."
Antinymous stares off into space.
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "They crossed hills and valleys, traveling quietly."
Xeniphite shifts his weight.
Tyndrasi says, "No track was left to show where they had passed, and there was little conversation among them to mark the passing of hours, days and weeks."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Oriahn wondered if he remembered the way back after all the time that had passed, and was glad that he had scouts who had made the journey now and then through the years."
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "As the Eranishal approached a tall hill, scouts brought word to Oriahn that there was an unnatural quality about the landmark, foremost being the fact that there had not been, to anyone's memory, a hill there before."
Tyndrasi furrows his brow.
You fidget.
Tyndrasi says, "Oriahn called his mages to him, a select band that had helped greatly in shielding the sylvan army from the fire demons."
Tyndrasi says, "These individuals ventured out toward the promontory, wielding spells of protection as they went."
Prospera nods.
You fret.
Tyndrasi says, "They soon returned, having gathered hints about the oddness of the hill."
Sylviana frowns.
Tyndrasi says, "These wizards had encountered the same malevolent fluctuations in the fundamental magical power once before, at Maelshyve."
You exclaim, "Oh!"
You clasp a hand over your mouth.
Tyndrasi says, "It was deduced that one of the demons had escaped over the lands and taken refuge in the strange, black hill."
Prospera scowls.
Tyndrasi says, "And had probably made the hill, judging from its extreme angles and sheer cliffs. Erosion could never have created such a landmark."
Sylviana's face turns slightly pale.
You grimace.
Sylviana shivers.
Tyndrasi says, "Oriahn's whole being cried out for him to order his army to silently withdraw from this cursed place and find another way back home."
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi.
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "However, as dawn began to tinge the landscape from grey to soft morning colors, he knew he could not leave the monster skulking safe within its lair, free to kill again once it was hungry enough."
You close your eyes for a moment.
Tyndrasi says, "He ordered his troops to withdraw across a wide valley and take shelter on a mountainside far enough away for safety."
Tyndrasi says, "He left orders that the army was to withdraw and journey on to Nevishrim within three days time, whether he had returned or not."
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi says, "And taking a guard of three soldiers, he set out to confront the enemy."
Sylviana shakes her head.
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvan army was too far away from the terrible hill to see any of the battle."
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "However, lightning flashed across the sky and the ground rumbled and shook during the following night."
You shudder.
Tyndrasi says, "Dawn of the second day brought an uneasy quiet, although plumes of dense smoke drifted up from the hill and filled the sky around it."
Kresl ponders.
Prospera bites her lip.
Tyndrasi says, "And that night, the lightning and the tremors resumed."
Sylviana frowns.
You fret.
Tyndrasi says, "The following morning was as quiet as had been the day before, likewise with columns of smoke rising from the promontory."
Tyndrasi says, "The soldiers were restive, having slept little as a result of worry for their general as well as fears born of their last encounter with a demonic entity."
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi says, "As the sun rose into the sky, a sharp-eyed scout sent up a yell."
You lean forward.
Tyndrasi says, "Two dots could barely be seen crossing the valley floor, traveling toward them from the hellish hill."
Kadesha bites her lip.
Tyndrasi says, "A cadre of the general's personal guard set out at a run to meet them, although the returning survivors were yet miles away."
Sylviana leans forward.
Prospera begins to twitch.
Tyndrasi says, "As the party finally arrived back, two soldiers were carrying the unconscious body of Oriahn while Nepheral, his bard and one of the three chosen companions, was supported between two other men."
You furrow up your face and wince.
Sylviana sighs.
Tyndrasi says, "Healers quickly took charge of Oriahn, while Nepheral was questioned as to whether the beast lived."
Tyndrasi says, "They also questioned whether it was safe for the army to remain there while the healers tended Oriahn's grievous wounds."
Antinymous hangs his head.
Tyndrasi says, "Bearing considerable injuries as well, Nepheral managed to stammer out that the demon had been slain."
You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
Tyndrasi says, "The other two companions had died in the battle."
Tyndrasi says, "With that, Nepheral slipped into unconsciousness and was hurried away to the healers' tent."
You sigh sadly.
Sylviana sighs.
Tyndrasi says, "The Eranishal camped on the slopes of that valley for a month, it being judged too dangerous to move Oriahn during that time."
Tyndrasi says, "Finally, a litter was fashioned to carry the commander and the army made ready to travel."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Prospera folds her arms over her chest.
Tyndrasi says, "Despairing of their ability to save their leader, the army empaths hoped to reach Nevishrim with its resources of experienced healers and stores of medicinal plants."
Tyndrasi says, "As the army reached the edges of the great forest that sheltered Nevishrim, scouts were sent ahead to alert the city."
Tyndrasi says, "The remainder of the troops followed more slowly, bearing their commander on his litter."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "He had never regained consciousness, wandering in a feverish haze of delirium and occasionally calling out and talking to people he saw within his darkness."
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "After journeying for two weeks through the forest, barely stopping to rest, the army met the advance group of sylvans sent to aid them on the final miles of their long journey home."
Kadesha sighs.
Tyndrasi says, "The litter was handed off to individuals who were fresh and the exhausted soldiers were given illistery, a light sylvan drink that drove away fatigue, aches and pains, leaving one refreshed and energized."
Tyndrasi says, "As the army marched silently through the gates of Nevishrim, the city's whole population was gathered around the arched entrance to greet them."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "However, the throng was utterly silent, with only the soldiers' footsteps and an occasional clank of steel and rustle of cloth to be heard."
Tyndrasi says, "Then, whispered welcomes were voiced, as families found and reclaimed their own, and the proud sylvan legions disbanded, fraying quietly away like wisps of smoke."
Tyndrasi sighs.
You sigh.
Sylviana sighs softly.
Tyndrasi says, "The litter bearing Oriahn approached the gate."
Tyndrasi says, "Suddenly, the general awoke and looked at his litter bearers, surprisingly with a coherent expression."
Tyndrasi says, "He ordered them to stop just beneath the arch of the gate leading into the city, and set his litter down."
Chutnee smiles softly.
Tyndrasi says, "They obeyed and his closest advisors drew close."
Tyndrasi says, "With an expression of inestimable sorrow and deep weariness born of his years of service, he told them to raise the city's population as soon as possible and journey away from that place."
Ramladu scoots over in front of Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "He told them to seek seven great trees and there build a new home, away from the Cities of Elves and from war and greed."
Sylviana furrows her brow.
(Chutnee brushes a tear from her eye.)
Tyndrasi says, "When they begged him to not talk and save his strength, he told them that he would never reenter the city, since to do so would risk bringing the shard of evil within him to his people."
Prospera nods.
(Chutnee nods solemnly.)
Tyndrasi says, "And a few moments later, he died."
You shake your head.
You say, "Brave soul."
Sylviana softly says, "Very brave."
Tyndrasi says, "I will now speak of new lands, ca. -15,180 to -3000 (or approximately)"
Sylviana sighs.
Prospera slowly empties her lungs.
(Chutnee nods silently to Tyndrasi.)
Tyndrasi says, "Once again, the sylvans dismantled a beloved city and prepared to journey into unknown danger in hopes of finding a new home."
You sigh sadly.
Tyndrasi says, "They left a stone monument where the city's gate had been, to mark the passing of their hero Oriahn."
Malikary furrows his brow.
Kresl leans to his left slightly.
Tyndrasi says, "And mourning him, as well as all those who had bravely fought Despana's aggression, they set out following a southern direction that would lead them around the tip of the great mountains and eventually to the western side of the continent."
Tyndrasi says, "They prayed that no other elves would be found there, to wage wars or lure away the sylvan youth or interfere with the sylvan way of life."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "They finally veered from south to west, and the road was ever long."
Tyndrasi says, "They quickly resumed their old ways of traveling, moving during the summers, then making semi-permanent camps to wait out the cold of winter."
Tyndrasi says, "During the cold winter months, they told stories and birthed babies."
Chutnee smiles softly.
Tyndrasi says, "As they found new regions, they made studies of new creatures, plants and trees they encountered on the way."
Tyndrasi says, "Eventually, the sylvans encountered an arid country, where the hills were covered in scrub bushes and small, contorted trees."
You say, "Hmmm..."
You ponder.
Tyndrasi says, "However, when a small band of elves were spotted in the far distance, they quickly pushed through this land, moving steadily to the west."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Chucho's group just arrived.
Chucho sits down.
Kadesha grins at Antinymous.
Tyndrasi says, "I will now relate a beloved folk tale among my people..."
Razina sits down.
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Chucho leans softly against Razina.
Sylviana smiles at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "it is the legend of Haloiyand and Alandalor"
Kresl leans forward.
Kresl leans forward and rests his chin in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Tyndrasi says, "As the great DragonSpine Mountains filling the distant northern horizon began to recede, the sylvans turned their path to the north, angling up across a rich land of rolling hills interspersed with verdant forests."
Tyndrasi says, "Bands of humans were occasionally glimpsed in the distance, however the sylvans were adept at concealing their movements and no contact was made with the nomadic humans, with one exception."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "While on a hunting excursion, a party of sylvans happened upon a group of human corpses, their demise obviously due to attack by orcs, since there were also orc carcasses there."
You frown.
Tyndrasi says, "The humans had apparently made a good stand before being overwhelmed by sheer numbers."
Tyndrasi says, "Having clearly been dead for a number of days, the remains had been worried by scavengers."
Tyndrasi says, "Hearing a small growl, the sylvans whirled, expecting another of the scavengers had returned to the feast."
Tyndrasi says, "Instead, they saw a small human child."
You bite your lip.
Prospera quietly says, "hm"
Sylviana raises an eyebrow.
Tyndrasi says, "It was filthy, its clothing torn, and scratches covered the child's arms and legs."
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvans finally managed to capture it, whereupon, it was discovered that the child was a girl."
You chuckle.
Prospera flashes a quick grin.
Kadesha gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Tyndrasi says, "Not a few of the sylvans were left with bruises as the girl fought for freedom before they managed to bind her."
Malikary says, "kids hard ta catch simtimes"
Tyndrasi says, "Once she was fed and wrapped in blankets to ward off the night's chill, the girl-child fell into an exhausted slumber and the hunting party carried her back to the main sylvan colony, unsure what else to do with her."
Sylviana nods to Malikary.
Chucho grins.
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand the Wise was older than anyone could remember including herself."
Ramladu chuckles.
Tyndrasi says, "The ancient sylvan was one of the wise women/soothsayers of the sylvan population as well as a respected member of the high council."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "She was tribal leader, midwife to mothers, reader of omens and signs, and matriarch of a large, sprawling family."
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand was one of the staunchest advocators of a 'no contact' policy when it came to other races."
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi says, "When her youngest daughter came back to camp with a young human, Haloiyand advised humanely killing the girl for her own sake and theirs."
Kadesha frowns.
Tyndrasi says, "However, her daughter Regalan had never managed to have a daughter, however much she longed for one, and was much taken with the scruffy little human child."
Tyndrasi says, "When Regalan pleaded with Haloiyand to be allowed to foster the girl, Haloiyand finally agreed with certain caveats."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Prospera smiles quietly to herself.
Tyndrasi says, "The girl was to be watched for seven years, and should she prove to be lazy, or a danger to any of the sylvans, she would be sent away on her own, to survive or perish as fate dictated."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Thus, the Council ruling on the issue proclaimed the agreement."
Sylviana furrows her brow.
Tyndrasi says, "Within weeks, the child showed a marked ability to learn commands that were given her, and a quick intelligence that benefited her fostering family."
Tyndrasi says, "Ideas of banishing her were mostly forgotten after the first year."
Shaelethe lets out a sigh of relief.
Tyndrasi says, "At the time the sylvans found her, the girl was about ten years of age."
Tyndrasi says, "When she evidenced no inclination to speak after her ordeal, the sylvans decided to call her Alandalore, a name that meant 'the lost is found.'"
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Although silent, she quickly adapted to a life spent traveling by day and setting up camp in the evenings."
Tyndrasi says, "She seemed to pick up the sylvan language, because when the sylvans began to ask her to do things, she readily made attempts to do as asked."
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand's family quickly came to care for her, and at the end of Alandalore's second winter with them, Regalan asked that she be formally adopted into the family, a sprawling conglomeration of loosely related sylvans that numbered around sixty people."
You grin at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "The girl went through the ceremony, nodding where needed and melded effortlessly into the fabric of the familial group as if she had been born to them."
Sylviana smiles at Tyndrasi.
Prospera smiles at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "In early autumn, the sylvans found a lush vale sheltered within the foothills of the western DragonSpires and prepared to winter-over."
Razina shrugs.
Tyndrasi says, "The forest was thick there, with old-growth trees that towered up for hundreds of feet."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Stones were dug from the soil and piled up to form hearths, while the soft hides of the dwelling walls were suspended from the larger trees found within the surrounding forest."
(Shaelethe hugs her knees.)
The crystalline water glistens across the outstretched arms of the sculpted wood sprite and flows down her motionless body, almost seeming to imbue her with life in its sparkling motion.
Tyndrasi says, "Fallen trees were sought to provide firewood, as well as dried dung left by the teeming herds of deer and antelope inhabiting the area. Herbs, mushrooms and berries were gathered and fish and meat were dried. The sylvans prepared for winter."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "It was a happy time of year, the sylvans enjoying the cool days and brilliant fall colors."
Tyndrasi says, "Alandalore busied herself helping bring in food and firewood."
Tyndrasi says, "While it was reckoned that she was 12 or 13 years of age by then, her odd silence made her seem older."
Tyndrasi says, "She worked with the other children of the family with a steady concentration that gained approval from her elders and easy camaraderie among her peers."
Tyndrasi says, "She was also a favorite among the very young children, as her patience and gentle demeanor were a sure refuge when one of them had some mishap or other."
Tyndrasi says, "As snow piled up around the trees and the dwellings of the sylvans, the people spent much time within their shelters, telling stories and teaching all manner of lore to the adolescent members of the households."
You lean forward.
Tyndrasi says, "While they had a written language, much of the sylvan lore and past history was passed on orally due to the constraints of weight while traveling."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand had taken a couple of young sylvans on as apprentices in the healing arts, which included the study of known herbs and investigation of new varieties they encountered on the trek."
Tyndrasi says, "As the wise, old woman taught, she began to notice that the girl, Alandalore, was using chores, weaving, or any number of other excuses to be in the vicinity of these instructional sessions."
You grin impishly.
Prospera quietly says, "hmm"
Sylviana smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "Still not quite willing to trust her -- a human -- fully, Haloiyand moved the classes outside, choosing to cover the intricacies of tree bark in the dead of winter rather than in the spring when it was a treat to be out of doors."
You chuckle.
You say, "Stubborn old one that."
Tyndrasi says, "Her apprentices muttered and complained of chilled hands and feet, but complied dutifully with their master's peculiarities."
Prospera laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Tyndrasi says, "Within a couple of days, Alandalore could be seen in the proximity of the small group, gathering fallen branches for kindling, searching beneath snow banks for new green shoots to use for tea, and any number of other tasks that were usually dreaded at that time of year."
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
Shaelethe grins.
Sylviana smiles softly.
Razina leans back.
Sylviana says, "Determined that one."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "To the relief of her apprentices, Haloiyand moved her lectures back indoors, and soon Alandalore was nearby, helping her adopted aunt with meal preparation, weaving and working leather for robes and boots."
Sylviana nods to Malikary.
You smile quietly to yourself.
Tyndrasi says, "In resignation tinged with a measure of curiosity, Haloiyand began to speak a little louder, insuring that the young human could hear what she was saying."
Sylviana smiles at Tyndrasi.
The fountain bubbles quietly, its steady whisper reflected against the stone walls of the chamber.
Tyndrasi says, "As early Charlatos arrived with its stirring of life within the trees and earth, the time came to test her two apprentices on what they had learned."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "This inquiry was an arduous examination that took the whole of the day and required precise answers as well as an in-depth understanding of the tenets beneath the answers."
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand knew her apprentices had been dreading it, for should their performance indicate that they did not have a capacity for the lore, they would not be allowed to continue their instruction."
Prospera cocks her head.
Tyndrasi says, "A brief ceremony attended by the two novices and their families was conducted before the questioning."
Tyndrasi says, "As she intoned the rites dedicated to blessing the lore of healing, Haloiyand glimpsed Alandalore huddled in a corner of the dwelling, busy weaving some braid with her packet of wooden cards, too concealed in shadows to be noticed yet close enough to hear what was said."
Sylviana smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "As the prayer ended, the students' families arose to depart for the testing itself was considered a mystery and not to be overheard."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand noticed with approval that Alandalore was gathering up her loom and wool as well."
Tyndrasi says, "Just before the girl ducked beneath the curtain leading outside, Haloiyand called her name and directed Alandalore to take a place beside the apprentices."
You flash a wide grin.
Tyndrasi says, "Seeing sudden dread in the girl's eyes, the old woman felt satisfaction, anticipating the girl's failure and a reason to deny her the opportunity for future eavesdropping."
You chuckle at Tyndrasi.
Prospera chuckles.
Sylviana frowns.
Tyndrasi says, "As the first question was put to Alandalore, to the amazement of Haloiyand and her apprentices the child spoke for the first time during her years with the sylvans, answering the query in a sweet voice with almost perfect inflection."
Shaelethe grins.
Antinymous shifts his weight.
You flash a wide grin.
Tyndrasi says, "The day passed, questions and answers flowing in an endless exchange between the ancient dame and the three who sat facing her."
Shaelethe hugs her knees and sways side to side.
You lean forward and rest your chin in your hand, a thoughtful expression on your face.
Tyndrasi says, "When night finally witnessed the end of the examination, Haloiyand was pleased that her two students had done fairly well."
Prospera grins slowly.
Sylviana raises an eyebrow.
Tyndrasi says, "She excused them, telling them that they had passed and would be welcome to study again the coming winter."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Then she turned and peered down at the small human child kneeling silently before her with head bowed in fatigue."
Tyndrasi says, "Clearly, the testing had been much more arduous on her since she had not been prepared as had the other two."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "Nonetheless, the girl had passed the test."
Tyndrasi says, "In fact, Haloiyand could not, in her long memory, recall a young sylvan who had done better."
You grin impishly.
Kadesha smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "She told the girl that she would expect her to attend to classes the following winter."
Tyndrasi says, "Alandalore replied, murmuring only, "Yes Grandmother," in a meek whisper. However, Haloiyand could plainly see the triumph in her eyes."
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
Tyndrasi smiles.
Kadesha grins.
Sylviana smiles happily.
Tyndrasi says, "In the month of Olaesta, the sylvans broke camp and prepared to move north once again."
Tyndrasi says, "The camp had been a tranquil and happy one, and for this, they called it Tralastigan."
Tyndrasi says, "They wrote its name on a holy scroll beneath other places where they had spent a winter or more."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "For the sylvans believed that naming a place was a holy thing; it gave an anchoring spot within the chaos of the Otherworld to any souls who had passed from this life to the next, should the soul become confused and not find the way into the Realm of the Dead."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Quaroath just arrived.
Quaroath sits down.
Kadesha looks rather confused.
Tyndrasi says, "Alandalore began her training the following winter, and continued for many seasons thereafter."
Tyndrasi says, "She was an adept pupil, and Haloiyand gradually lost her distrust."
You grin at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "However, there was always something about the human that the old sylvan could not accept. If Alandalore noticed this, she said nothing about it."
Shaelethe bites her lip.
Tyndrasi smiles.
Sylviana smiles at Malikary.
Kadesha frowns.
Tyndrasi says, "During Alandalore's tenth year of study with the old wise woman, the sylvans experienced an unusually severe winter."
You frown.
Tyndrasi says, "Game was practically nonexistent and snowdrifts deeper than a sylvan's height ringed the colony."
Prospera leans back.
Tyndrasi says, "Hunting was dangerous, as were simple pursuits such as gathering firewood."
Tyndrasi says, "One morning, it was discovered that Haloiyand was missing."
Sylviana frowns.
Tyndrasi says, "There had been snow the previous night and it was supposed that she had ventured out during darkness and become lost."
Tyndrasi says, "Search parties were dispatched, but the threat of more snow hung heavily within the thick murk obscuring the sky."
Tyndrasi says, "Dusk fell at an unusually early hour that afternoon, and so, observing the cloud cover cloaking the sky and fearing the loss of more people, the councilors postponed further search until the following dawn."
Tyndrasi sighs.
You bite your lip.
The crystalline water glistens across the outstretched arms of the sculpted wood sprite and flows down her motionless body, almost seeming to imbue her with life in its sparkling motion.
Tyndrasi says, "Lost in thought about a new herb she was studying, Haloiyand trudged through the snow and darkness on her way back to her dwelling."
Tyndrasi says, "Pondering the complexities of the plant, she was intrigued and suspected it held properties that would prove to be very valuable to her people."
Tyndrasi says, "The tingling sensation of chill in her hands and feet finally reminded her that she had been walking for quite some time."
You furrow up your face and wince.
Sylviana furrows her brow.
Tyndrasi says, "Looking around, she realized that she could not see even the faintest glimmer of light that would steer her back to the colony."
Tyndrasi says, "She began to retrace her way, following her footsteps. However, as snow began to fall in a heavy onslaught, her path was quickly obscured."
You fidget.
Tyndrasi says, "Alandalore waited until all within the hyrrad (as the sylvan dwellings were called) were asleep."
Shaelethe glances about with concern on her face.
Sylviana shakes her head.
Tyndrasi says, "Then, she wrapped herself in multiple layers of the simple lengths of wool her kinsmen used as cloaks, and stuffed some dried meat and berries into a satchel."
Tyndrasi says, "With this, Alandalore crept out into the heavy snow."
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "Guided by her intuition, she stumbled through snowdrifts, searching for any sign that Haloiyand might have passed that way."
Sylviana shifts her weight.
Tyndrasi says, "The following morning, it was discovered that Alandalore was also missing."
Tyndrasi says, "Heavy snowfall obstructed any further search parties. As the colony waited throughout the day, sitting within their dwellings and watching the snow blow into deep banks, expectations of rescue sank."
Prospera furrows her brow.
You shift your weight.
Tyndrasi says, "As dusk stole in beneath the heavy clouds, a meeting was called in the main council house."
Tyndrasi says, "It was gloomily decided that rescue parties would go out in search of the bodies when the snow stopped."
Tyndrasi sighs.
Tyndrasi says, "Just as the assembly ended, a commotion at the back of the tent captured the interest of those crowded within the dwelling."
Tyndrasi says, "The crowd parted to accommodate two snow-covered figures stumbling toward the fire at the center of the assembly."
You grin.
Kadesha grins.
Tyndrasi says, "Alandalore walked slowly forward, her arm clutching Haloiyand, who leaned heavily on her."
Shaelethe beams!
Sylviana beams!
Tyndrasi says, "They wore ice-coated cloaks, and icicles hung from their hair."
Tyndrasi says, "As the pair stumbled forward through the silent sylvans, an audible gasp was heard."
Tyndrasi says, "Then, breaking out of the shock that gripped them all, one of the council cried for aid, and a flurry of activity exploded."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Haloiyand eventually recovered, and Alandalore, having fewer injuries from the cold, nursed her for many of the weeks it took for the older woman to heal."
A cool, fresh scent rises from the flowing waters of the fountain, calling to mind the dank, mineral-laden odor of underground caverns.
Tyndrasi says, "No details of the rescue were ever revealed by either woman, although they were often asked how the young human managed to find Haloiyand, lost as she was within the clutches of such a snowstorm."
Tyndrasi says, "From that time on, the two were constant companions."
Prospera smiles quietly to herself.
Tyndrasi says, "When the sylvans resumed the journey north, they shared a hyrrad."
Tyndrasi says, "Finding that Alandalore was an accomplished artist, the two began a comprehensive digest of herb and tree lore, decorated with Alandalore's beautiful illuminations."
You flash a wide grin.
Tyndrasi says, "Years passed and the two gifted scholars spent their lives in happy collaboration, passing their accumulated knowledge down to many generations of young sylvans."
Tyndrasi says, "In time, the massive Digest of Herb and Forest Lore was completed and presented to the high council, firmly establishing the pair as a cultural treasure."
You beam at Tyndrasi.
Sylviana smiles at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "After many years, Alandalore's physical appearance of age surpassed that of Haloiyand, and one cold winter, the older woman found herself nursing her dying human friend."
You sigh sadly.
Tyndrasi says, "After Alandalore's death, it was observed that Haloiyand seemed to age quickly, although by sylvan norms she should have expected many remaining years of life."
Shaelethe sniffs.
Tyndrasi says, "She passed to the Otherlife after two more winters, and her body was wrapped in herbs and linen and buried next to Alandalore."
Chutnee smiles sadly.
Kadesha sighs.
Tyndrasi says, "A legend is told, though, that the hearts of both women were lovingly carried with their people to Yuriqen, and placed in an honored resting place within the last city of the sylvans."
Tyndrasi says, "Whether this story is factual, or was meant in a symbolic context, is unknown."
Tyndrasi smiles.
(Chutnee brushes a tear from her eye.)
Shaelethe sniffs.
You sniff.
Chucho applauds.
Tyndrasi says, "I will now speak of the final forest, ca. -2985 to present"
Prospera smiles at Tyndrasi.
Sylviana smiles softly.
You nod to Tyndrasi.
(Shaelethe swallows a lump.)
Tyndrasi says, "Years of travel had been hard on the sylvans."
Tyndrasi says, "One summer found them traversing a dense, pristine forest."
Kresl shifts his weight.
Tyndrasi says, "It was an impressive wood, complete with streams, old-growth trees and bountiful game."
You say, "Ah..."
You lean forward.
Tyndrasi says, "As they passed beneath its expansive canopy, walking through banks of ferns that reached to the waist, the sylvans began to covertly consider the notion that they might finally be at the end of their great trek."
Tyndrasi says, "At first, the idea was merely mentioned in passing over a campfire, or by way of sharing idle chat while watering the travois beasts."
Tyndrasi says, "Gradually, it grew into an item of conversation, and as the hundreds of sylvans crossed the forest floor, leaving hardly a footprint, they began to map the wood with a growing desire to finally settle."
Tyndrasi says, "The forest was vast, populated with both deciduous and evergreen trees."
Tyndrasi says, "This wood extended from the western borders of a river that would eventually mark the boundary between the wood and the human empire, to the rocky slopes of the DragonSpine Mountains on the eastern perimeter."
Kadesha whispers, "yuriqen"
You nod to Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvans named the river on the western boundary of the forest Andemyon, meaning the Edge of All."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "They explored in all directions, finding mile after mile of rich, healthy forests with trees so tall, they dwarfed the heights recorded for the trees that had once sheltered the fabled city of Ithnishmyn."
You give a sigh of contentment.
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvans were cautiously pleased."
Tyndrasi smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "I must meditate for a minute or so..."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Sylviana smiles at Tyndrasi.
Prospera stretches.
You remove a firestone inlaid golden flask from in your crimson leather pouch.
You take a drink from your inlaid golden flask.
You put a firestone inlaid golden flask in your crimson leather pouch.
(Malikary looks lost in thought)
You lean against a gurgling fountain.
Kresl surveys the area.
Kresl shifts his weight.
You smile.
You gaze with interest at a gurgling fountain.
Kadesha mutters something about no-ale.
Antinymous nods.
Sylviana smiles at Kadesha.
Malikary just opened a soft doeskin leather sack.
Kadesha grumbles.
Antinymous asks, "Perhaps we should get some during erm.. intermission?"
Malikary removes a shot of Smokin' Okent's special from in his leather sack.
Malikary offers Kadesha a shot of Smokin' Okent's special.
Kadesha grins at Malikary.
Kadesha accepts Malikary's Smokin' Okent's special.
Quaroath hums distractedly to himself.
Prospera grins.
Kadesha sniffs at her Smokin' Okent's special.
Kadesha takes a drink from her Smokin' Okent's special.
Kadesha's eyes glaze over slightly and her face pales.
Kadesha is stunned!
Antinymous exclaims, "I'll be back. Try not to do exciting stuff whilst i'm out!"
Antinymous grins.
Antinymous stands up.
Lord Antinymous just went west.
Kadesha smacks her lips.
Tyndrasi smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "We will resume"
Tyndrasi smiles.
Lord Antinymous just arrived.
Chucho leans softly against Razina.
Kadesha offers Antinymous a shot of Smokin' Okent's special.
Kadesha winks at Antinymous.
Antinymous beams!
Antinymous accepts Kadesha's Smokin' Okent's special.
Tyndrasi says, "Eventually, as the sylvans delved deeper into the fabulous wood, they discovered a wide swale of silver-leafed aspens."
Sylviana turns an inquisitive ear towards Tyndrasi.
Antinymous takes a drink from his Smokin' Okent's special.
Antinymous's eyes glaze over slightly and his face pales.
Antinymous is stunned!
You say, "Ah... the Silver Veil..."
You lean forward.
Tyndrasi says, "This expanse of trees was mysterious and magical in nature."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "They marveled at such a discovery."
Tyndrasi says, "This was the epitome of everything they had imagined and hoped to find during the years they had journeyed: a wood, spanning hundreds of miles, with a semi-sentient nature at its core and a deep resonance coursing through its roots."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvans passed through the forest, careful to observe all reverences in order to lessen the impact of their crossing."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "They were not prepared for what they found within the guardian perimeter"
Tyndrasi smiles slowly.
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Prospera peers quizzically at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Passing through the beautiful silver-leafed trees, they emerged into a forest of immense modwirs."
You grin slowly.
Tyndrasi says, "The trees appeared to be as old as the mountains flanking their eastern edges, certainly the oldest living things the sylvans had ever examined with their intrinsic understanding of these matters, and the travelers were amazed."
Tyndrasi says, "They spread out to explore, traversing the modwir forest in groups, then rejoining at dusk to compare stories of what they had found."
You lean forward and rest your chin in your hand, a thoughtful expression on your face.
Ramladu rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Tyndrasi says, "The forest's bounty of herbs, ferns and roots, not to mention the huge trees themselves, was a rich discovery."
Tyndrasi says, "Added to that, trails created by deer and other animals wended through the wood in abundance."
Tyndrasi says, "Finally"
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi smiles and glances around him.
(Chutnee smiles with a twinkle in her eye.)
Tyndrasi says, "...arriving at the forest's heart, the sylvans found seven colossal trees growing in a lopsided ring"
You beam at Tyndrasi.
Prospera flashes a wide grin.
Tyndrasi says, "The trees were huge, larger than any the sylvans had ever seen."
Ramladu somberly says, "heh"
Ramladu somberly says, "seven"
Tyndrasi says, "As they walked beneath the giants, they marveled at the age and power coursing through the ancient boles and roots."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Within the first week of finding the trees, the sylvans held a ceremony dedicating the forest to their patron goddess, pledging to guard it for all time."
Chutnee smiles warmly.
Ramladu somberly says, "Oriahn was right"
Tyndrasi says, "This forest they promised never to forsake, no matter what the provocation."
Kadesha whispers, "whos their patron goddess?"
Tyndrasi says, "After consulting the local forest spirits, they called the forest Yuriqen, or Trees of the Sky alluding to the leviathan height of the modwirs."
The fountain bubbles quietly, its steady whisper reflected against the stone walls of the chamber.
You whisper quietly to Kadesha, "Imaera."
Shaelethe beams!
Kadesha whispers, "was gonna guess that"
Quaroath turns an inquisitive ear towards Tyndrasi.
Shaelethe says, "Yuriqen."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
You sigh happily.
You say, "Yuriqen."
Tyndrasi says, "Initial construction was begun, aimed at gaining access to the lower branches, as these towered hundreds of feet above the forest floor and were wide enough to accommodate two or three sylvans walking abreast."
Tyndrasi says, "An elaborate system of stairs was designed, and as the sylvans gained access to the forest canopy, they began construction of elegant dwellings and promenades."
Tyndrasi says, "They began to build a city that would surpass any that their ancestors had created before."
Tyndrasi smiles.
Malikary nods to Sylviana.
Tyndrasi says, "As the vaulted heights of Yuriqen's dwellings rose amidst the branches, sunlight blessed the expanses of canvas and the clouds caressed the facile ramparts."
Chutnee smiles dreamily.
Sylviana smiles at Malikary.
Tyndrasi says, "Never was a city more integrated within its surroundings, embracing the trees that gave it support."
Tyndrasi smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "Graceful domiciles extended upwards, spanning hundreds of feet, and walks bordered with ivy and other flowering vines wound their way along the tops of wide, mossy branches."
Tyndrasi says, "Gradually, different disciplines found refuge in individual trees, their members discerning a concentration of specific magical energy within each of the giant modwirs."
Chucho closes his eyes for a moment.
You grin at Tyndrasi.
Sylviana smiles softly.
Tyndrasi says, "Yuriqen was everything and more than the sylvans could have imagined."
Tyndrasi says, "Plants growing beneath the leviathans matured faster and more bountifully than anywhere else they had known."
Tyndrasi says, "Songbirds filled the expansive canopy overhead."
You say, "Truly a blessed place..."
You lean forward and rest your chin in your hand, a thoughtful expression on your face.
Tyndrasi says, "The city grew as years passed, and the winters seemed mild and forgiving beneath that beneficial cloak of aromatic needles."
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvans prospered within the shade of Yuriqen, and they gave thanks to the underlying energy that fueled their prosperity."
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi says, "As the population grew, the D'ahranals, having been only nominally influential during the years of travel, began to wield greater power, quickly growing to their former authority."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "They gradually assumed control of various sections of the sylvan city."
Tyndrasi says, "And guilds within the three D'Ahranals, present in the old days but lacking much influence, came into their own"
A cool, fresh scent rises from the flowing waters of the fountain, calling to mind the dank, mineral-laden odor of underground caverns.
Tyndrasi says, "Additionally, a fourth D'Ahranal was born, called the Lassaran."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "This group was initiated by and primarily composed of individuals who embraced the habit of venturing away from the home forest in search of groups or family members who had been separated from the main host and lost in the past."
Prospera nods.
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "Yuriqen grew into a city, both from the standpoint of territory and population, and in doing so, the councilors and leaders of the D'Ahranals became aware that its borders needed protection."
Tyndrasi says, "Never again would they take the chance that outsiders would find them and force another march."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "A border guard was established."
Tyndrasi says, "Called Ne'Yuscarl, it was composed of elite archers and woodsmen found among the existing sylvan army."
Tyndrasi says, "A perimeter ring was identified, threading through the outer edge of the aspens in a trail that marked the sylvan perception of their boundaries."
Malikary furrows his brow.
Tyndrasi says, "The Ne'Yuscarl constructed camoflaged lookout platforms in the trees along this ring, and prepared to mount a perennial watch."
Sylviana nods to Malikary.
Tyndrasi says, "Fighting was infrequent along the border of the Veil, called thus as an abbreviation of 'Silver Veil', as the sylvan named the aspen forest."
Chutnee smiles slowly at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "By the end of the second century, the distinguished Ne'Yuscarl had enough members to monitor the entire area between the forest's edge and the outer perimeter of the Veil."
Tyndrasi says, "And thus, in most cases, they were able to turn away any those rare human intruders long before they reached that boundary."
You chuckle.
Tyndrasi says, "However, as a added deterrent, led by the great sylvan mage Ranilyn Sigheart, a 'working' was accomplished, using new and ingenious methods she developed."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "A magical rite that lasted days preceded the spell's invocation."
Tyndrasi says, "As Ranilyn spoke the final words of the spell, energy coursed through the trees, streaking through the trunks and curling its way though the rich dark soil beneath the trees."
The fountain bubbles quietly, its steady whisper reflected against the stone walls of the chamber.
Tyndrasi says, "She and her cadre of associate mages had succeeded in placing a powerful warding magic within the roots and boles of the aspens of the Veil."
Tyndrasi says, "This magic was not deadly; instead it inflicted a disarming confusion upon any soul who entered the wood without knowing the sister incantation."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "Called 'Rithowan', the second spell turned the effects of the former from disorientation to a heightened awareness and perception."
Tyndrasi says, "All members of the Ne'Yuscarl were taught the Rithowan upon initiation to the Guard."
Tyndrasi says, "Only a handful of mages, though, were considered strong enough to periodically refresh the effectiveness of the 'Nanrithowan', as the warding portion of the magic was called."
Kresl ponders.
Tyndrasi says, "The renewal of Nanrithowan's power grew into a bi-annual celebration."
Tyndrasi says, "Held in the month of Olaesta as the aspens were donning their beautiful raiment of leaves, the festival offered entertainments by actors, bards, jugglers, dancers and musicians, as well as a sumptuous feast."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Lasting well into the early hours of the following morning, the festivity was characterized by all manner of capriciousness and foolery, symbolizing the effect of Nanrithowan's magic."
You giggle.
Quaroath clasps his arms around his knees and rocks back and forth.
Tyndrasi says, "Yuriqen was a bountiful protector, and the sylvans lived within its embrace in harmony."
Tyndrasi says, "The seven trees each became a specialized center, with residences, shops and temples."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Promenades arched through the heights, their sides protected by thick ropes of braided vines."
Tyndrasi says, "The widest part of the great oval created by the trees' placement extended east to west."
Tyndrasi says, "Sitting at the center of the oval's northern side was the largest of the modwirs, a giant called Yr'Thrumh."
Tyndrasi smiles.
You say, "Ah..."
Shaelethe hugs her knees and sways side to side.
Tyndrasi says, "The only one of the giants to have stairs that reached the ground, the tree was dedicated to the 'Circle,' or loosely, the combination of all things and all energy contained in the world and the power encompassed by that whole."
Quaroath hums distractedly to himself.
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Here was found an expansive central plaza, its edges ringed by impressive residences."
Quaroath nods.
Tyndrasi says, "The high council met within one of these, as did the high congress of the D'ahranals."
Tyndrasi says, "Also within Yr'Thrumh was the great hall of the Kytawa, its entry guarded by two towering sculptures of pelicans, with arched necks pointing their beaks toward the ground, as though to inspect anyone entering the dwelling."
You flash a wide grin.
Tyndrasi says, "Traveling to the east across the graceful hanging bridges, one reached the next modwir, called Yr'Tael."
Tyndrasi says, "This tree's symbol was the sunrise, for it guarded the east."
A cool, fresh scent rises from the flowing waters of the fountain, calling to mind the dank, mineral-laden odor of underground caverns.
Tyndrasi says, "Within its vast branches were found many scholars and halls of learning, for the magnificent Temple of the Dawn was located within the tree's highest branches."
Tyndrasi says, "Not surprisingly, there were a number of schools offering clerical instruction to be found in Yr'Tael."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "The breathtaking morning view of the DragonSpine peaks glistening in the dawn's light from the bridges of Yr'Tael was a common subject for sylvan artists."
Tyndrasi says, "To the southeast of Yr'Tael was Yr'Nyx, a popular location featuring much of the city's loveliest architecture, since Yr'Vyx was the home of the dance, a symbol of all things artistic and fine."
Tyndrasi says, "Not surprisingly, the Fresiawn was to be found in the branches of this modwir, along with many shops offering musical instruments, artwork and apparel."
Tyndrasi says, "Yr'Vara stood southwest of Yr'Nyx, its wide avenues named for all aspects of the realm of dreams."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "For dreams was this tree's symbol."
Prospera leans forward.
Tyndrasi says, "While no D'ahranal had built a great hall there, the tree was a center for poetry and literature, and featured both libraries and book merchants in abundance."
Quaroath leans against a gurgling fountain.
Tyndrasi says, "It was also a favored haunt of lovers of all ages, since its paths and bridges were considered the loveliest in Yuriqen, and in many cases the most shadowed and private"
Ramladu whistles tunelessly to himself.
Tyndrasi says, "Sitting west of Yr'Vara was Yr'Shryv."
Ramladu cracks his knuckles.
Tyndrasi says, "It was ironic that this tree sat in closest proximity of Yr'Vara, with its lovers and romance."
Sylviana cocks her head at Tyndrasi.
Prospera quietly says, "Yr'Vara.."
Tyndrasi says, "For the symbol for Yr'Shryv was the Otherlife, or death in some interpretations."
You say, "Ah..."
Tyndrasi says, "Here were found the dwellings of those specializing in the embalming arts, as well as sylvans who were known as seers and soothsayers."
Tyndrasi says, "Academies for mages and sorcerers also made a home within the branches of Yr'Shryv, and many small shops offered various charms and incantations for all manner of uses, such as to ward off bad luck, or attract a lover's interest."
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi says, "Legends and stories told of the restless souls of departed sylvans, called Others, sometimes walking along the dark, twisting alleys of Yr'Shryv."
Tyndrasi says, "In a northwest direction from Yr'Shryv stood the modwir called Yr'Mez."
You say, "Ah, the Others."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Prospera quietly says, "Aww, you make me want to go there."
Prospera bites her lip.
Tyndrasi says, "This giant was home to the Tyesterons, and their impressive great hall featured a large practice arena as well as a lofty archery range high within the trees upper reaches."
Chucho clearly says in Sylvankind, "That could be dangerous."
Tyndrasi says, "The symbol of Yr'Mez was sunset, and the residences within its branches had a glorious view of the same most evenings."
Tyndrasi says, "Weapons and archery merchants were numerous along Yr'Mez's wide promenades, and its bridges were wider than any other tree, to allow the frequent passage of militia groups."
Tyndrasi says, "Finally, standing between Yr'Mez and Yr'Thrumh was the modwir called Yr'Weth, a tree boasting a symbol meaning life."
Tyndrasi smiles.
Tyndrasi says, "A large percentage of its residences were family homes, since this tree offered the quietest neighborhoods among the trees of Yuriqen."
Quaroath smiles.
You chuckle at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Included though was the impressive Hall of Healing, a stately dwelling that seemed to capture light and fair breezes."
Tyndrasi says, "There the sylvan healers were taught their craft"
Tyndrasi says, "When the Lassarans were granted official D'ahranal status, they built their great hall in Yr'Weth, for to the west stretched the distances that extended the siren call."
Tyndrasi says, "While the sylvans were in general a serene, even-keeled people, their social interactions tended to be weighted with all the ceremony and custom they had carried with them through the long years they journeyed across the continent."
Quaroath nods to Tyndrasi.
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "While various aspects of the social customs had been greatly relaxed during the years of travel, once Yuriqen offered them homes, safety and a comfortable living, the sylvans embraced their ancient traditions."
Prospera nods to Xeniphite.
Tyndrasi says, "Their extended families were tightly knit and usually large."
Antinymous yawns.
Xeniphite gives Prospera a lingering kiss.
Shaelethe nods.
Antinymous sits down.
Antinymous blushes a nice shade of deep red.
Xeniphite stands up.
Tyndrasi says, "A family generally lived in one multi-leveled dwelling, and interacted on a constant basis."
Prospera gives Xeniphite a lingering kiss.
Tyndrasi says, "The raising of children was shared among the household's adults, and aunts and uncles carried as much authority as a child's parents."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Familial loyalty was considered almost as important as loyalty to the council and one's D'aharanal."
Lord Xeniphite just went west.
You say, "Almost."
You wink at Tyndrasi.
You chuckle.
Tyndrasi says, "The obligation of bringing honor to the household was considered of paramount importance, and it was one of the first objectives to which a young sylvan pledged oath."
Tyndrasi says, "Marriage was more than a union between two sylvans; it was considered a solemn oath that was not to be broken unless all other recourses had been exhausted."
Tyndrasi says, "During the long years spent journeying to Yuriqen, the union between sylvan individuals often relied, out of necessity, on two individuals choosing each other."
Tyndrasi says, "In Yuriqen, such unofficial practices soon disappeared."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Kadesha looks rather confused.
Tyndrasi says, "Marriages were usually arranged between families, and were designed to bring about honor for the houses more than to facilitate any sort of romantic alliance."
Malikary smiles at Kadesha.
Kadesha wrinkles her nose.
Ramladu nods.
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Ramladu nods.
Sylviana smiles at Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "Often two sylvans who were betrothed had never met prior to the engagement ceremony."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Shaelethe chews on her fingernails.
Kadesha frowns.
Shaelethe fidgets.
Tyndrasi says, "In some cases, where two households were closely allied, such as ties within a D'aharanal, the attraction of a suitable sylvan youth to a likewise interested girl was deemed auspicious, and the betrothal of the two combined both political and emotional goals."
Shaelethe nods to Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "Ultimately, the happiness of the pair was considered important, but children resulting from the union were the ultimate goal."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "The basis of sylvan religion was a faith and attendant ceremonies with Imaera at its heart."
Tyndrasi says, "Thus, it was logical that a newly married couple resided with the bride's family. The strong, matriarchal chain had sustained the sylvans during their long years of hardship and it stood them good stead in the years of plenty as well."
Kadesha ducks her head.
Tyndrasi says, "Households welcomed the new grooms into the family, considering them as brothers equal to any man related by blood."
You smile at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Childbirth was a family affair, a ceremony wherein women of the family cemented their bonds as sisters, mothers and daughters, while they helped the new mother through the painful process"
Quaroath grins.
Ramladu winces.
Tyndrasi says, "During the labor, the men of the household gathered to tell family stories that reached back through the generations."
Quaroath nods.
You chuckle.
Quaroath says, "Better the women than the men."
Quaroath nods to Ramladu.
Tyndrasi says, "When the new arrival was announced, the birth was joyfully though quietly acknowledged and, if the labor had been a long one, the household retired to rest."
Kadesha grins at Antinymous.
Antinymous winks and flashes a sly grin.
Tyndrasi says, "On the sorrowful occasions when either the baby or mother or both did not survive, the family retired and regrouped the following day to mourn together."
(Chutnee nods sadly.)
Tyndrasi says, "Newborns of either sex were appreciated equally."
Tyndrasi says, "Offspring were given the name of the household in which they were born, and their successes in life honored both parents, as well as the family in which they were raised."
Tyndrasi says, "In some instances, a family observed that one of its children preferred a same-sex partner."
Tyndrasi says, "These individuals were not considered to be any less worthy than others; rather it was viewed as a different, though valid path."
Tyndrasi says, "The child often communicated this preference to the elders of the household, since nothing was considered wrong about the choice."
Tyndrasi says, "In that case, the arrangements for a union were handled identically to those of the other children, although the number of available partners was more limited."
Tyndrasi says, "While limited choices often meant an alliance that was not deemed as profitable, it was known that the happiness of the prospective marriage partners directly affected the happiness of the household at large, and this meant much more than wealth or political gain."
Kadesha gazes heavenward.
The crystalline water glistens across the outstretched arms of the sculpted wood sprite and flows down her motionless body, almost seeming to imbue her with life in its sparkling motion.
Tyndrasi says, "Once a partner was found for the child, the marriage ceremony was celebrated as joyfully as any other marriage. However, in choosing which household the pair would make their home, the details were somewhat more complicated."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "These negotiations were settled during the betrothal, usually benefiting the more successful household, or else the household that offered the best potential for children. For, it was always expected that at least one member of a same-sex union would choose a surrogate partner in order to bring the blessing of a child to the household."
Tyndrasi says, "As years of plenty replenished the decimated population of the sylvans, this expectation was relaxed"
Ramladu nods.
Tyndrasi says, "In later years, bringing honor to a household via service or excellence in a chosen endeavor was viewed as a worthy contribution."
Tyndrasi says, "A household was based on the authority of the matriarch, however her mate or a chosen son was expected to join her in making decisions that affected the good of the whole."
Tyndrasi says, "If the husband of a blood daughter of the household was the best choice to head the family, he was offered the opportunity to assume the important role."
Tyndrasi says, "The decision of who was to stand as her consort rested with the matriarch."
Tyndrasi says, "Though typically understated among sylvan families, it was undoubtedly the single most defining symbol of power within the structure of a household."
Tyndrasi says, "The sylvans practiced a religion dedicated to Imaera."
Tyndrasi says, "It celebrated the advent of each season with a rich holiday featuring feast, song and prayer."
Tyndrasi says, "While sylvans were a conservative people, they embraced life and the joyful living of it with exuberance."
Tyndrasi says, "The quarterly Holy Days, interspersed with other, lesser holidays, provided a year rich with festivity and spiritual relevance."
Tyndrasi says, "However, it should be noted that the sylvans always recognized the importance of endings as well as beginnings, and to this end, a second school of worship as recognized, drawing those who wished to dedicated themselves to a darker goddess than Imaera."
You smile quietly to yourself.
Kadesha narrows her eyes.
Sylviana furrows her brow.
Tyndrasi says, "Recognized throughout sylvan history, from the time of Ithnishmyn to Yuriqen, this conclave worshipped the goddess Gosaena, celebrating her domination of death and the mystery of Otherlife."
Tyndrasi says, "The acolytes, monks and priestesses of this religious group were easily identified by their grey robes, as well as by their silence."
Kadesha slowly empties her lungs.
You chuckle at Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "Compared to the rest of sylvan history over the centuries, recountals concerning the closing of Yuriqen were sketchy."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Kadesha wipes the sweat from her brow.
Tyndrasi says, "Legends told of a usurping sorcerer who found the city and attacked it by inflicting the Silver Veil with a disease the either defoliated the trees, or else turned their lovely silvery leaves as black as night."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Sylviana frowns.
You say, "Very old tale..."
Tyndrasi says, "While it was more probable, considering the location of the city, that any enemy threatening it would be human, accounts were consistent in describing the assailant as a rogue Faendryl elf."
Tyndrasi says, "Certainly, the might needed for one individual to threaten such a magically protected stronghold as Yuriqen was considerable."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "Myrdanian he was called, and he was reputed to be beautiful of feature, a tall elf with long golden hair and compelling grey eyes."
You lean forward.
Tyndrasi says, "Initially, he approached the sylvans seeking friendship."
Tyndrasi says, "The fact that he was admitted to the cloistered city gives testament to his compelling personality."
Prospera quietly says, "hmm"
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "He was an admirable intellect as well as an accomplished musician."
Tyndrasi says, "He played harp as skillfully as any the sylvans had ever heard."
Tyndrasi says, "As they grew acquainted with him and fell prey to his charisma, the sylvans began to believe that it might be time to drop their walls and seek their lost brethren, the elves."
You mutter something inaudible.
Kadesha begins chuckling at Prospera!
Sylviana sighs.
Prospera grins at Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "One ancient councilor among them, Alesanderie by name, sensed his duplicity, and on a moonless night, she crept into his sleeping chamber, determined to breach his mental bastions"
Ramladu nods to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Using an influsion of rare forest herbs, she poured a few drops upon his lips as he slept, and incanting a magical spell that worked in tandem with the drug, she beheld the threat of the beast within him."
You shudder.
Tyndrasi says, "However, the sorcerer awoke and lashed back at the intrusion, and dealt Alesanderie a mortal blow."
Shaelethe hugs her knees and sways side to side.
You gasp.
A pained expression crosses Sylviana's face.
Tyndrasi says, "But she was of sturdy stock, and she lived long enough to regain consciousness one last time and communicate the vision she had of Myrdanian to three of her fellow councilors."
Tyndrasi says, "This was enough to warn her people."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "A few days later, the five most powerful councilors took Myrdanian unaware, binding him with a concentrated version of Nanrithowan, which rendered him senseless."
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "They transported him out of Yuriqen and to the edges of the sylvan forest."
A cool, fresh scent rises from the flowing waters of the fountain, calling to mind the dank, mineral-laden odor of underground caverns.
Tyndrasi says, "While the three councilors who had witnessed Alesanderie's dying visions advocated death to the sorcerer, the others disagreed."
Tyndrasi says, "Death had never been the sylvan way."
Tyndrasi says, "So it was decided that Myrdanian be left at the forest's edge until the effects of the spell wore off, a time span that promised to be less than swift."
Kresl shifts his weight.
You fret.
Sylviana frowns.
Tyndrasi says, "The sorcerer managed to keep himself alive amidst the torture of weeks of nausea, confusion and disorientation."
Antinymous grins at Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "Then, finding a suitable location on the southern side of the sylvan forest, he began to build a tower."
Tyndrasi says, "For years the sorceror waged an onslaught against the sylvans, sending dark magic and foul beasts against them."
You furrow up your face and wince.
Tyndrasi says, "For years the sorceror waged an onslaught against the sylvans, sending dark magic and foul beasts against them."
Tyndrasi says, "Finally, in desperation, the sylvans decided to invoke an escalated version of Nanrithowan, a spell that would effectively seal off the city to any further attack, but at the same time, seal in the residents."
Ramladu nods to Tyndrasi.
You shudder.
Sylviana furrows her brow.
Tyndrasi says, "They had knowledge of a nullification spell, however once they cast the intial spell, they knew they would have no hint of a safe time to work its partner."
Prospera quietly says, "ahhh"
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
Tyndrasi says, "They would be completely cut off from the rest of the world."
You sigh heavily.
Tyndrasi says, "The Lassarans were given the choice of leaving Yuriqen or staying."
Shaelethe frowns.
Shaelethe says, "tough choice."
Tyndrasi says, "Many chose to leave, seeing it as their destiny to carry sylvan knowledge to bands and families that had been lost during the long, arduous journeys."
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "These emissaries stealthily departed the Silver Veil and made for the east in search of their kindred, carrying with them the history of Yuriqen."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "As orcs and other beasts under the sorcerer's dominion assaulted the sylvans' magical barricades, the preparation of the spell began."
You bite your lip.
Tyndrasi says, "It was a fearsome undertaking, for it required the lives of those invoking the magic to seal its conclusion."
Tyndrasi says, "Seven councilors died invoking the spell."
Sylviana shivers.
Tyndrasi says, "Magic rolled through the forest, enveloping all fel creatures creeping through the trees within its terrible grasp, and they died a torturous death."
Tyndrasi says, "As dusk settled on the Seven Modwirs, the whole population of Yuriqen stood on the western bridges watching the sun sink below the horizon."
You shiver.
Sylviana's face turns slightly pale.
Tyndrasi says, "They vowed to hold the forest even though it took isolation for the rest of their lives as well as that of their descendants."
Tyndrasi sighs.
You sigh sadly.
Tyndrasi says, "My friends.. that is my tale."
Quaroath gazes heavenward.
Prospera applauds Tyndrasi.
You exclaim, "A wonderful tale to be sure!"
Shaelethe beams happily at Tyndrasi!
Shaelethe says, "Thank you for sharing it with us."
Prospera quietly says, "Thank you so much for coming to share it with us."
You applaud Tyndrasi.
Sylviana sighs softly.
Antinymous flashes a wide grin.
Chucho smiles.
Shaelethe grins at Prospera.
Kadesha smiles at Tyndrasi.
Chucho applauds Tyndrasi.
Ramladu beams!
Sylviana applauds Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "I hope it brings new knowledge of your sylvan heritage."
Quaroath nods.
Ramladu somberly asks, "So Yuriqen is out there, someplace...?"
Prospera says, "Aye, aye."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Prospera nods to Tyndrasi.
Quaroath says, "That was a very nice tale."
You say, "That it does indeed."
Shaelethe says, "I have never been prouder of my heritage."
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi.
Razina leans softly against Chucho.
Prospera nods to Shaelethe.
Kadesha says, "Fascinatin what I heard.."
Sylviana smiles at Malikary.
Antinymous says, "I have never been prouder of my. erm.. of her heritage either."
Kadesha nods to Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi smiles at you.
Antinymous leans softly against Shaelethe.
You beam at Tyndrasi.
Shaelethe gives Antinymous a warm buss on the lips.
Shaelethe gives Antinymous a good pinch!
Kadesha says, "Glad I am not Sylvan though."
Kresl smiles.
Prospera gawks at Kadesha.
Quaroath chuckles.
(Sylviana squeezes Malikary's hand tightly.)
You grin at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi smiles at Shaelethe.
Ramladu somberly says, "Indeed, thank you for sharing."
Kadesha says, "arranged marriages, bah"
Quaroath says, "Glad I'm not a dwarf."
Quaroath grins at Kadesha.
Antinymous says, "Aye! For one thing, you'd have no beard."
Sylviana smiles at Kadesha.
Antinymous nods to Kadesha.
Kadesha grunts.
Malikary smiles at Sylviana.
Prospera says, "Oh, well."
Chucho nods to Antinymous.
Sylviana smiles at Malikary.
Prospera says, "I'm glad I'm a modern Sylvan."
Sylviana nods to Prospera.
(Malikary looks at himself, how hes dressed, how he acts, and wonders if he can say the same about himself)
Tyndrasi smiles.
Quaroath says, "I'm Half-Sylph."
Quaroath ponders.
You exclaim, "Tyndrasi, was so kind of ye to travel all this way to bring to tell us such a tale!"
Ramladu offers Tyndrasi a dark maoral Kai figurine.
Shaelethe says, "plump."
Quaroath says, "At least I have some good blood."
Quaroath nods to Prospera.
Shaelethe nods to Ramladu.
Ramladu somberly says, "may Kai strengthen ye on the rest of ye travels."
Prospera grins at Quaroath.
Shaelethe struggles to stand, but fails.
Tyndrasi says, "I am thankful I has such a wonderful audience."
Sylviana smiles at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi smiles.
Shaelethe beams!
Quaroath says, "It was a wonderful tale."
Sylviana says, "Thank you so much for your wonderful telling."
Shaelethe says, "was our pleasure, methinks."
Ramladu shows Tyndrasi his Kai figurine.
Tyndrasi says, "I hope you are all proud of your ancesters."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Prospera says, "Very much so."
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi."
You say, "Very proud indeed."
Tyndrasi says, "We have been a courageous people."
Sylviana says, "I am indeed."
The crystalline water glistens across the outstretched arms of the sculpted wood sprite and flows down her motionless body, almost seeming to imbue her with life in its sparkling motion.
Tyndrasi sighs.
Tyndrasi smiles.
Shaelethe hugs her knees and sways side to side.
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi.
Ramladu offers Tyndrasi a dark maoral Kai figurine.
Prospera says, "A bit more peeved than usual at those silly Faendryl sorcerers, but all the more proud of my heritage."
Prospera stands up.
Quaroath says, "Thank you for the time to tell your tale."
Tyndrasi says, "Be proud of your tree city"
Ramladu stands up.
Tyndrasi accepts Ramladu's Kai figurine.
Sylviana says, "It is bittersweet."
Tyndrasi smiles.
Antinymous stands up.
Sylviana nods.
Tyndrasi says, "How lovely"
Tyndrasi smiles at Ramladu.
Antinymous smiles at Tyndrasi.
You say, "I hope one day to see it if the fates allow."
You nod to Tyndrasi.
You say, "And all becomes well again."
Tyndrasi says, "I hope so too Chutnee"
Sylviana nods to you.
Prospera says, "Ah, I do so long to see such a city someday."
Antinymous says, "Thank you for sharing your stories with us."
Prospera nods to Chucho.
Kadesha asks, "Its still there?"
Kadesha peers quizzically at Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Yes it is"
Malikary nods to Kadesha.
(Chucho scoots to the side.)
You nod to Kadesha.
Sylviana nods to Kadesha.
Sylviana stands up.
Tyndrasi says, "It is still blockaded though"
Prospera grins at Chucho.
Prospera blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.
You say, "Just hidden... by the magicks."
Sylviana says, "Indeed Milady."
Kadesha nods to Tyndrasi.
Sylviana smiles at Kadesha.
You sigh softly.
Chucho winks at Prospera.
Antinymous asks, "If it's blockaded, how do we know for sure it's still there?"
Antinymous rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Shaelethe pokes Antinymous in the ribs.
Tyndrasi says, "We have long sought to get word in to them"
Shaelethe asks, "where else would it be?"
Tyndrasi says, "to no avail"
Shaelethe stands up.
You say, "Because we trust in our own to keep it there."
You nod to Antinymous.
You say, "I know I do."
Malikary says, "Mal sees it everaday, is a part o all o us"
You say, "They vowed to hold it and they will."
(Chutnee nods certainly.)
Sylviana nods to Malikary.
Prospera smiles at Malikary.
Ramladu somberly asks, "Could they all be dead inside? What if they consumed all the healthy land and berries?"
Prospera nods.
Tyndrasi says, "Someday, we will open it.. and then we will be reunited with our families"
Tyndrasi sighs.
Malikary nods to Tyndrasi.
Sylviana nods to Tyndrasi.
Chucho looks very far away for a moment, a wistful expression on his face.
Shaelethe says, "that seems unlikely, as we have such a long history of living in harmony with the land."
Prospera says, "So much of my sense of who I am has been..confirmed."
Chutnee smiles softly at Tyndrasi.
Sylviana says, "Something for which to pray to the Lady Imaera."
Tyndrasi smiles at Prospera.
You nod to Prospera.
Sylviana smiles at Malikary.
Malikary smiles at Sylviana.
Tyndrasi smiles.
Tyndrasi stretches.
Prospera asks, "Shall we take Tyndrasi to the tavern for a nightcap?"
Quaroath moves to a kneeling position.
Kadesha says, "I can't picture Chutnee praying to Imaera."
Quaroath stands up.
You ask, "Ye have a place to rest yer head for the night, Tyndrasi?"
You glance at Kadesha.
Sylviana smiles at Kadesha.
Tyndrasi says, "Um.. not sure"
Kadesha smirks.
Tyndrasi says, "I want to add"
You say, "I believe in nature above all things, Kadesha."
Kadesha says, "Welll she serves Ivas.. not exactly alike."
You cock your head at Tyndrasi.
Quaroath just went west.
Sylviana turns an inquisitive ear towards Tyndrasi.
Tyndrasi says, "Our people honor most forms of worship"
You nod to Tyndrasi.
Malikary says, "servin a goddess, na mean ya kint revear another"
Sylviana nods to Malikary.
Tyndrasi says, "We only tend to exclude those that advocate harm to others."
