Homins - here is a missive from the mysterious Mousai which has reached my hands:
I would like to thank the Homins of Zora for the beautiful stories and poems they shared with me.
You are all truly talented story tellers and I look forward to getting to know you all better in the time to come.
As a symbol of our newfound kinship I ask you to share with the community the tales we exchanged on our liaison.
I am Mousai, of the Zorai Clan
I travel the regions, this is my plan.
To spread the news and recent accounts,
to inspire the Homins across the lands.
I reminisce and resurrect old tales,
That some would rather forget,
tales of old and tales of new,
I'd love to hear a tale from you.
Stories of your heart's desire,
Burning with the passion of a Fyrosian fire.
Whether you be husband, child, of wife,
Please tell me the tale of your life.
If you see me please take a seat,
I look forward to the day or night we meet.
I serve not Jena nor Ma-Duk, but believe in both,
my radical views may seem very odd to you
but as I see love is life and the two are loved
so both, you see, are very much alive to me
I am Mousai, of the Zorai Clan
I travel the regions, this is my plan.
To spread the news and recent accounts,
to inspire the Homins across the lands.
May life inspire you 'till our paths cross again
Mousai
Mnemonidine
HOMINS HEED MY WORDS
Mousai
Moderators: The Soothsayer, Lanist, Xaphon Zessen
A Fount Story
Homins, I bring you tidings of the wanderings of the engimatic Mousai, who was spotted in the Tryker Fount. Entrancing homins with her tales, she inspired them to present their own poetry and prose for all to hear.
Here follow the words that were etched into the minds of all those present:
"It was another beautiful day on Atys. The sun shone down on city of Fairhaven and beat down on the face of Lilac as she lent against a tall bent palm across from the stables. She shut her eyes, put her head back against the bark and let the sand run through her fingers. Lilac sighed deeply; tilting her head to one side she watched the sun’s reflection dance elegantly on the lake's surface. She could spend hours watching life pass by in this city...but not today. The first wave had hit Bounty beaches very hard and the news was that a lot of Homins had been hurt in this onslaught. The night had left a strange feeling with Lilac as she remembered the happenings.
Lilac’s family where very well off and her Father was a well known and respected member of the Tryker community. With respect comes a need to live life traditional, Lilac’s Father did not believe that his daughter should spend more time around young male Tryker than was needed. So Lilac grew up around her nannies that cared for her dearly and watched her grow into a loving young woman. Teaching her the ways and traditions of her people, the knowledge of the lake lands ran fast threw her blood.
As a child she had made a friend, a young Tryker by the name of Asgas; her nannies, thinking no hard would come of this friendship, turned a blind eye to her sneaking off to spend time with him. The years had rolled on and Lilac and Asgas became close, never telling her father from fear of his traditional view of life. Asgas was strikingly attractive to Lilac so, over the years she became more and more interested in him and he to her. They knew though that it was not possible for them to live in the community, for fear of her Father. Asgas was intelligent and knew the arts of warfare, but he was also very poor, living off the lands and his knowledge would not be good enough for Lilacs father.
But times had changed and the Kitin where now in Bounty beaches and something had to be done to save the cities of Aeden Aqueous. Lilacs Father was called to a meeting as soon as the first reports were in. He demanded a regional ‘call to arms’ of all warriors and mages to rid the lake lands of the horde. Asgas, seeing his chance to prove his worth, was one of the first in line to die for they kind, Lilac begged him not to but he needed to prove to her father he was worthy of her love.
That night Lilac lay in her chamber not able to sleep for fear of losing her loved ones to the Kitin, as many Homins have done before; she’d heard so many horrible stories, from travellers to these lands and the history of Aeden Aqueous was riddled with hero’s whom lost they’re family to the Kitin. She turned on her side and watched the living creatures swim past her window living life as if nothing unusual was happening above the surface of their submerged world.
Something glinted in the water, reflected from the dim lights in her apartment.
She held her breath and rushed to the window, watching the object slow sink into the zenith of the lake. She ran around the walkway and threw herself into the watery depths. She submerged a few moments later with a small bag tied with a length of fibre with and earring as a clasp. She knew it was Asgas’s earring (she’d made it for him herself when the women where teaching her, it was the first one she had ever made and she’d given it to Asgas as soon as was possible; he was so proud of her!). In the bag were some parchment and 4 blossoms that had been pressed for some time, She fumbled at the parchment tears ready to fall from her eyes, and with the immoveable lump in her throat.
Here is a blossom from each of your cites, like you they are beautiful and will be forever, unlike you that can not get more beautiful than they already are, I shall return when you father deems me worthy. She had placed the bag in her dwelling and gone to watch the sun rise hoping to hear the news from the front line as soon as was possible.
Both her Father and Lover had gone to bounty beaches but would any of them come back?"
Homins, heed my words!
Here follow the words that were etched into the minds of all those present:
"It was another beautiful day on Atys. The sun shone down on city of Fairhaven and beat down on the face of Lilac as she lent against a tall bent palm across from the stables. She shut her eyes, put her head back against the bark and let the sand run through her fingers. Lilac sighed deeply; tilting her head to one side she watched the sun’s reflection dance elegantly on the lake's surface. She could spend hours watching life pass by in this city...but not today. The first wave had hit Bounty beaches very hard and the news was that a lot of Homins had been hurt in this onslaught. The night had left a strange feeling with Lilac as she remembered the happenings.
Lilac’s family where very well off and her Father was a well known and respected member of the Tryker community. With respect comes a need to live life traditional, Lilac’s Father did not believe that his daughter should spend more time around young male Tryker than was needed. So Lilac grew up around her nannies that cared for her dearly and watched her grow into a loving young woman. Teaching her the ways and traditions of her people, the knowledge of the lake lands ran fast threw her blood.
As a child she had made a friend, a young Tryker by the name of Asgas; her nannies, thinking no hard would come of this friendship, turned a blind eye to her sneaking off to spend time with him. The years had rolled on and Lilac and Asgas became close, never telling her father from fear of his traditional view of life. Asgas was strikingly attractive to Lilac so, over the years she became more and more interested in him and he to her. They knew though that it was not possible for them to live in the community, for fear of her Father. Asgas was intelligent and knew the arts of warfare, but he was also very poor, living off the lands and his knowledge would not be good enough for Lilacs father.
But times had changed and the Kitin where now in Bounty beaches and something had to be done to save the cities of Aeden Aqueous. Lilacs Father was called to a meeting as soon as the first reports were in. He demanded a regional ‘call to arms’ of all warriors and mages to rid the lake lands of the horde. Asgas, seeing his chance to prove his worth, was one of the first in line to die for they kind, Lilac begged him not to but he needed to prove to her father he was worthy of her love.
That night Lilac lay in her chamber not able to sleep for fear of losing her loved ones to the Kitin, as many Homins have done before; she’d heard so many horrible stories, from travellers to these lands and the history of Aeden Aqueous was riddled with hero’s whom lost they’re family to the Kitin. She turned on her side and watched the living creatures swim past her window living life as if nothing unusual was happening above the surface of their submerged world.
Something glinted in the water, reflected from the dim lights in her apartment.
She held her breath and rushed to the window, watching the object slow sink into the zenith of the lake. She ran around the walkway and threw herself into the watery depths. She submerged a few moments later with a small bag tied with a length of fibre with and earring as a clasp. She knew it was Asgas’s earring (she’d made it for him herself when the women where teaching her, it was the first one she had ever made and she’d given it to Asgas as soon as was possible; he was so proud of her!). In the bag were some parchment and 4 blossoms that had been pressed for some time, She fumbled at the parchment tears ready to fall from her eyes, and with the immoveable lump in her throat.
Here is a blossom from each of your cites, like you they are beautiful and will be forever, unlike you that can not get more beautiful than they already are, I shall return when you father deems me worthy. She had placed the bag in her dwelling and gone to watch the sun rise hoping to hear the news from the front line as soon as was possible.
Both her Father and Lover had gone to bounty beaches but would any of them come back?"
Homins, heed my words!
Re: Mousai
Lilac waited and watched as the guard walked past the stables, holding her breath not wanting any time to pass yet longing for any news of her Father or Asgas.
Shed watched the priests bring back the badly wounded to spend their last hours with loved ones; the sand was red where the blood had leaked from the stretchers, trails in the sand that told a thousand stories devoid of words.
Lilac had to make a decision, to stay and wait helplessly or to make a sacrifice.
She ran and she ran till her throat was dry, and her heart beat in her chest. She ran till her legs hurt making tears streamed down her sun-kissed cheeks, memories flowing through her pushed her just that little bit more to run.
She fell to her knees and broke down. She knew she had to be strong but it was so much to ask and what if there was really no one listening? She couldnt have doubts not at a time like this! She was so close.
The water was dark and muddy; rainbows danced on the surface and burst to let her pass.
She scrabbled up the root not wasting a second and ran up to the cave. She stopped at the opening, removed her shoes, whispered something under her breath, and crossed the threshold.
She emerged some hours later with a calm expression on her face. She began the long journey back home, slowly as if savouring every moment with quiet contemplation.
She was welcomed back by the withered face of Asgas; he ushered her aside from the worried faces and the whispering crowds.
Lilac pressed a finger to his lips. I know she whispered, I know.
Asgas looked into Lilac's deep eyes. He spent his blood for the Lakelands Asgas managed after some time. Lilac took his hand brown with dried blood. As will we, when it is our time she replied calmly but for now we must be strong. Brushing the hair from his eyes she graciously kissed his brow.
Trykers! she announced to the crowd My Father spent his blood for the Lakelands. He was known to all of you. In his honour I will take his place on the council. The whispering stopped.
I will lead you if you will have me, now is the time for change!
Lilac married Asgas some years later and was soon with child. They named their daughter Darkmoor. Lilac never told anyone what happened in the Darkmoor cave that day.
Lilac and Asgas were also blessed with a son whom they named after Lilac's father, who had been laid to rest in Blackwater with the past leaders of Aeden Aqueous.
Homins, heed my words
Shed watched the priests bring back the badly wounded to spend their last hours with loved ones; the sand was red where the blood had leaked from the stretchers, trails in the sand that told a thousand stories devoid of words.
Lilac had to make a decision, to stay and wait helplessly or to make a sacrifice.
She ran and she ran till her throat was dry, and her heart beat in her chest. She ran till her legs hurt making tears streamed down her sun-kissed cheeks, memories flowing through her pushed her just that little bit more to run.
She fell to her knees and broke down. She knew she had to be strong but it was so much to ask and what if there was really no one listening? She couldnt have doubts not at a time like this! She was so close.
The water was dark and muddy; rainbows danced on the surface and burst to let her pass.
She scrabbled up the root not wasting a second and ran up to the cave. She stopped at the opening, removed her shoes, whispered something under her breath, and crossed the threshold.
She emerged some hours later with a calm expression on her face. She began the long journey back home, slowly as if savouring every moment with quiet contemplation.
She was welcomed back by the withered face of Asgas; he ushered her aside from the worried faces and the whispering crowds.
Lilac pressed a finger to his lips. I know she whispered, I know.
Asgas looked into Lilac's deep eyes. He spent his blood for the Lakelands Asgas managed after some time. Lilac took his hand brown with dried blood. As will we, when it is our time she replied calmly but for now we must be strong. Brushing the hair from his eyes she graciously kissed his brow.
Trykers! she announced to the crowd My Father spent his blood for the Lakelands. He was known to all of you. In his honour I will take his place on the council. The whispering stopped.
I will lead you if you will have me, now is the time for change!
Lilac married Asgas some years later and was soon with child. They named their daughter Darkmoor. Lilac never told anyone what happened in the Darkmoor cave that day.
Lilac and Asgas were also blessed with a son whom they named after Lilac's father, who had been laid to rest in Blackwater with the past leaders of Aeden Aqueous.
Homins, heed my words