Series VII-Chapter 0 Elvish History Transcripts

Hey all,

We realized that some of the responses to the question about the elvish epochs may have been a tad garbled. So what follows are the transcripts for each answer.

Nathan:

Jetaka was first.

Then Hemrathra, who was dog-headed and quick to laugh, became bored and stole the hair of three of their siblings:

Long-haired Linnr

Short-haired Brefr

and a single hair from Aardr, whose hair measured between their siblings'.

Then Hemrathra, who was dog-headed and quick to laugh, planted in the nothing that was and is Jetaka the three hairs, to grow three queen-mothers.

Long-lived Linnr'akal, who went north in fear

Short-lived Brefr'akal, who went south in excitement

and Aardr'akal, whose life measured between her siblings', stayed in the nothing that was and is Jetaka.

Then Hemrathra, who was dog-headed and quick to laugh, became jealous and stole the hands of long-lived Linnr'akal.

"Sister, let me in" laughed Hemrathra.

"I will not" and Aandr'akal did not.

Then Hemrathra, who was dog-headed and quick to laugh, became angry and stole the skin of short-lived Brefr'akal.

"Sister, let me in." laughed Hemrathra

"I will not" and Aardr'akal did not.

Then Hemrathra, who was dog-headed and quick to laugh, became spiteful and stole the words of Aandr'akal, whose life measured between her siblings'.

"Sister, let me in" laughed Hemrathra

And Aandr'akal could not say no.

Zach:

Personal Journal of Vor Calkan, Master Informancer to the Obsidian City.

My masters have put me on the path of dictation to a servant as one of the most powerful forms with which one can ponder. Thusly, this new entry may contain a more casual tone… I do hope my many future readers find this 'relatable.'

I am a good way into my research of the ancient elven cultures of Jetaka, and if I may be so blunt, it is mostly a fruitless labor. Either the elves have great reason for keeping how their ancient civilizations function a secret or the only scraps left for me to dig up are bedtime stories told to pig farmer's daughters. One particular interviewee tried to tell me that the lands themselves turned on the elves… she said her grandfather would tell her of days when the fields of grain would belch forth demons that would slaughter the farmers.

These interviews have led me down the path of the poet, ah errlack, for I am trying to read betwixt all of the fairy magic and discern what happened to the culture itself. From my best guess I would say there was a distinct split between what perhaps was the "ruling class" and the "peasants." These stories all seem to shape around the parable of the great forces outside of the walls…. A desolate coming darkness that children were warned of from a young age. There is one particular parable that a handmaiden told me about: a great warrior-- I think we all know this one-- yes, yes, he was a farm boy who was thrust into the harsh world far before his chin could support any amount of stubble, and yes (of course!) there is a magic shield that is said to have pierced the unknown and the lies told by the great darkness. He is said to have united the kingdoms of elves and parlayed with the great darkness taking one of its own as an advisor to create harmony. His rule is said to have been a time of great peace and prosperity for all. The story blathers on about some terrible betrayal from within the King's own heart… something about the cost of containing the wickedness of the world and so forth, but it doesn't really speak to how the elves lived. The little bit of archeology I have been able to do with Timir has brought up little more than stone and bone… hardly anything telling the history I am trying to collect. I shall try and get a more substantive answer from this handmaiden, but I'm worried she might be getting more and more tight lipped around me. It seems like all of the servants are giving me a sideways glance nowadays…. Okay Timir, you may stop scribbling….. Timir! No, it's not funny! Stop smirking, you nuisance

JD:

I make my daily offerings to Hidden-From-Sight that you are protected from the vile assault of the human savages. I remain thankful you were with the refugees that escaped through the lands of the Ape-Men. I can only have faith that my letters have reached you thanks to our Messenger. 

I regret that I am not coming to you. War-Elder Mosstheedu has taken over command after Prior-Elder’s death by the Dobr’akal. We skirt skyward alongside the Destroyed Place since we can no longer be followed and we sharpen our weapons to cut out stomachs. Soon we will bring wrath upon the humans despite their greater numbers. I fear only their Necromancers because of what happened at the palace. War-Elder believes we will drive the war to its finity. I listen for the howling.

If tomorrow is fruitless, I fear I will no longer be able to wait to rejoin with you. What is the meaning of this war if we are not Together? I am constantly lost in my memories of your eyes staring into mine. It is not for the continuation of Elves that I fight, but rather for our Family. Nothing else is meaningful to me any longer.

I am summoned by War-Elder. I apologize for my brevity but I must go. Farewell for now.