This evening was the fifth installment of our storytelling events presented in Olaesta 5117

This event focused on adventurers young and old as they share memories of their early years before they ventured off the turnip farm. It will provide adventurers an opportunity to share their back story and history prior to their first arrival in the major cities of Elanthia.

We had the pleasure of hearing from Thuunk, Dirvy, Sadiyah, and Meureii.


​[Town Square, Garden Niche - 318]
This small niche between two buildings has been neatly landscaped into a tiny moonlit garden, its careful mosaic of flagstones interspersed with patches of trimmed grass.  A low stone bench rests along one vine-covered wall, and a patch of colorful violets surrounds a painted wooden barrel in one corner.  You also see the Flimbo disk, the Noldi disk, a marbled black gift box, a marbled black gift box, a marbled black gift box, a marbled black gift box, a diminutive fire elemental, a linen-covered rolling side table with some stuff on it, a small sign and a baker.
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Evening everyone, please help yourselves to refreshments on the cart."
 
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Thanks everyone for coming out to our fith and final storytelling event. Tales of Beginnings will begin with Sadiyah telling us her history and end with Dirvy telling a story about her chipmunk."
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "It has been an honor hearing all these wonderful stories and a true pleasure getting to know some of Elanthia's history"
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Please sit back and relax. Enjoy the refreshments and wonderful stories"
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "We have the pleasure of hearing three stories tonight actually"
 
 
 
Rovvigen softly says, "I have had a request by Thuunk to tell their story tonight, so I will ask them to go first."
 
 
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "Hello.  I am Thuunk of Cavernhold.  I serve the Great Gnoll of Cavernhold."
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "Over twenty-five years my younger brother set out from home to try to find a new place for our family to live."
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "We were concerned about a new wall that was being built, and sought a new place as far to the north as possible.  We never heard from him again.  "
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "Many of you may have heard of him, Clunk LikeARock, through his son, Clunk LikeARockson."
 
Thuunk gazes up into the heavens.
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "Several years after, his son, my nephew set out to find him.  A short time after that I set out to find my nephew to let him know there was no further need to return.  We all ended up here."
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "The rest of our family is gone."
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "Shortly after, I found Cavenrhold, and made it my home.  The gnolls have been gracious enough to give me some freedom there, and ask only that I trade to bring supplies.  At first these were smooth stones, then later they were acorns.  However through all this time, I have made cavernhold my new home."
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "And, more formally, the Landing here."
 
Thuunk recites:
 
    "Many of you may know the rest of the story.  But that is how we began, refugees from the undead, for the wall that was being built and extended was none other than the Demonwall at the southern ends of the human empire."
 
Thuunk bows.
Thuunk slowly empties his lungs.
 
Speaking softly to Thuunk, Rovvigen says, "Thanks so much for that wonderful story."
 
     
 
 
 
        *Up next is Dirvy from The Order of the Sphere and Scythe*
 
Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "You ready darling for your story?"
 
You recite softly:
 
    "I was asked to recount a very... well, now humorous story."
 
Rovvigen softly says, "Punk Munk."
 
Rovvigen beams!
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Back a few months, at the end of Lumnea, I felt the call of the fallen.
     It was late, and not many rescuers were stirring at that hour, and fewer still willing to travel."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "So, I packed my medic's kit and traveled to Zul Logoth.
     The gentleman who had fallen was a rogue, and after some creative rescuing, I helped to restore his life."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "He invited me to have a drink with him, since I had traveled such a distance, so we went to a local spot."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "I spent about an hour with him, talking, getting to know him.
     He was a very nice gentleman, and he took me around town, showing me some of the sights.
     I do not often go to Zul Logoth, unless I am answering the call of the fallen."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "We were standing near the mining carts, saying our goodbyes, which lingered for several minutes.
     I hated to leave him alone in a lonely town, but I did need to return home, the hour was getting very late."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Once we were ready to part ways, I spoke to the attendant to await my turn to travel through the tunnels."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Only... the attendant said the mining cart was out of working order."
 
Speaking bemusedly to Rovvigen, Cruxophim whispers aloud, "I think I know where this is going..."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "So, I ended up spending another hour or so in Zul Logoth, waiting for it to be repaired."
 
Speaking softly to Cruxophim, Rovvigen says, "I love this which is why i told her to tell it."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Now, at this time, there were many whispers throughout town and the Lands, that people were stranded because the mining cart was inoperable."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Engineers and specialists were summoned to see what could be done about restoring the cart and get it running again."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Sometime later the next morning, the cart was finally running again, and people could travel back and forth across the spine again."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Much later that same day, I had traveled to River's Rest to do some hunting, meet with some of the townfolk.
     I really enjoy traveling and do it frequently."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "A very odd messenger was sent to me, while I was out in the field, and asked if I had just taken the mining cart."
 
You work your fingers under your ivory suede cowl and scratch your head.
 
You recite softly:
 
    "I explained to this messenger that there was no need to take a mining cart from the Landing to the Rest.
     As most of you know, you travel by the Cutter."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "The messenger scurried off, returning to whomever had sent him, and my partner and I resumed our hunt."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Very shortly, the messenger returned with a quite perplexed look on his face."
 
You chuckle.
 
You recite softly:
 
    "He said to me, "No, you literally took the mining cart.""
 
Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "Cart thief!"
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Well, this was absurd.  Clearly, I could not carrying around a mining cart."
 
Sadiyah begins chuckling at a bushy-tailed chipmunk!
 
You recite softly:
 
    "It seems, a very dear friend of mine is quite an accomplished thief."
 
 
You recite softly:
 
    "Somehow... with magicks beyond my knowledge... Rashwe, my chipmunk - this means Trouble in Elven, for those who do not speak the language - had stolen the mining cart in Zul Logoth the night before, and hidden it inside his nest... inside my cloak."
 
Rovvigen softly says, "Aka Punk Munk."
 
You recite softly:
 
    "So, while there were many theories why the mining cart had stopped working... it did not take long for word to spread throughout Elanthia just what had happened to it."
 
Speaking to a bushy-tailed chipmunk, Sadiyah asks, "How did you do that?"
 
You recite softly:
 
    "And now, Rashwe is known as Zul Logoth's Most Wanted."
 
 
You recite softly:
 
    "It is quite curious, however, that I never noticed the added weight of a solid iron mining cart."
 
 
You recite softly:
 
    "And I was not allowed to keep it."
 
You softly say, "Anyway, that is the story of Zul Logoth's Most Wanted."
 
Rovvigen softly says, "Next up we have Sadiyah telling her story."
 
 
Sadiyah says, "Ok .... so remember this is my story and it is subject to change as i see fit."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "Good evening everyone, thank you for coming tonight, history night with Order of the Sphere and Scythe."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "It is my honor to be standing here among everyone this night."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "This is my beginning, a tale not many have heard. I humbly share it with you tonight."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "Please be patient, and understand this was very hard to put into words."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "I am no bard, nor have I ever claimed to be one."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "I was raised in a world that is sometimes hard to understand, even for me. Once our lands were full of beauty, lush and greens. Waters and mountains."
 
Cruxophim gives Sadiyah a strong, encouraging smile.
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "By the time, I was birthed into our clans of Bre'Naere there wasn't any left ."
 
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "The waters were poisonous, very few places were left to drink from. Plants and trees were dead or dying, it was a dying world and this world was taking us with us."
 
Tahirih raises an eyebrow.
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "We were dying, we were hunted. We were enslaved, we were the tortured souls that lived only because it is what we knew now."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "For you to understand our arrival here you needed to know that we were slaves. I am sure those of us who are old enough to remember coming here, well you remember the struggle to keep our heads up as we are Aelotoi and proud of it."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "There had always been rumors of escape, but escape to where? Our life, our world, was dying and we had to do something."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "We had heard rumors the magic users were up to something grand, only me as a fighter didn t know what that could possibly mean."
 
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "I was raised to protect the weaker clans, to this day this is still a job I hold proudly."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "There were rumors of the portal, some of us were closer and had seen it first. Then us the ones who trained about Gaeh deh began to get there and guard this portal."
 
Rovvigen nods at Sadiyah.
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "This was by no means easy, at all. We were not walking around free
      do not picture it that way."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "Chained, we had to free ourselves from the binds that kept us on the ground. We the whole Aelotoi race were slaves in our own world."
 
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "First it was freeing the Mrae ni and getting them to the portal. Whispering for them to hurry and gather nothing just go. Follow the others we told them as they were being lead through the portal."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "It was hard to do at first, we had practiced getting ourselves free. But our Mrae ni were weaker and we had to be careful not to harm them."
 
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "As they headed out we knew we had to work faster to get everyone where they needed to go."
 
Ysharra leans against a small sign.
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "This started out as quickly as we could get them to go, only because we knew the Overseer would know. The overseer was the one who watched over his own people his clan, and they would see so he would see."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "It happened almost at once, the fighting, it exploded like lava from the volcano in Teras. We needed to bring as many to safety as we could! We were not just a piece of a world running and fighting for our lives. It WAS our world, our whole world was fighting as one to be free."
 
Ysharra smiles at Talinvor.
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "So many of us were falling dead it was a horrible site, those who could would fight onward, never faltering! We pushed on and got as many as we could through that portal before my clan started to fall too."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "I was pushed towards the portal by my trainer, my uncle as he would have been called here. I grabbed who I could and rushed through."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "As soon as we were on this side people were helping us and walking us away. I have much distrust in any race or clan that is not my own or those who I guard. I hid."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "I laid in the shadows wounded for a few nights before a wingless couple bringing turnips to Landing asked if I needed help."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "These wingless ones tended to my wounds and hid me in the wagon and I was brought here to Landing."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "My life was different here, not like in Va alor where we were a new race to be examined and learned from."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "Thankfully I was not the only winged ones to make it safe to Landing and we grew to be close friends."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "As i tell this story it reminds me of a Gaeh deh named Tsule, also a very proud fighter and every day she has been gone from us I have missed her."
 
Meureii looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "She was a great friend, a person to fight side-by-side with. One day I hope to be remembered as she is remembered."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "A Gaeh deh with proud history, and an amazing life. A fighter. Sadiyah."
 
Sadiyah recites:
 
    "Thank you for listening."
 
 
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Thanks to everyone who shared stories tonight, how about one last round of applauds for all our storytellers"
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "That concludes the storytelling series, but the Sphere and Scythe has another amazing adventure coming up soon that will span over a 9 month period"
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Does anyone have any questions about Sphere and Scythe before we retire for the evening?"
 
Meureii says, "If any here wished to hear it I would be happy to share one that comes to mind."
 
 
Mikalmas recites:
 
    "So we have another storyteller for the evening if anyone wants to stick around!"
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "The void spreads on and on into eternity, its utter blackness unchanging and completely static.  Suddenly, a faint silver wisp of light winks into existence and curls a luminescent tendril toward you.  The threads of fate stream out into the darkness, and you find yourself following one of millions.  The thread appears to lead into a bright white light, one of the mind, the body, and soul..."
 
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "You hear the cries of a massive battle, and soon the sights and smells immerse you in the bloody campaign.  Warriors clad in billowing white capes and impeccably lustrous armor charge into battle, their blades flashing in the sun as they strike with flawless precision into their enemies.  You hear the cry of, "Purify the infidels!  Let them not encroach upon the Lady's lands with their befouling presence any longer!"  You slowly center on one of the soldiers, his helmet concealing any hint of his face.  He cleaves through the enemy with the passion of one devoted fully to their goddess and belts out words honoring her as each enemy falls beneath him."
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "As the battle rages on, a warrior of the enemy falls to his knees before the brightly-clad zealot.  His deep green eyes stare up imploringly at the slits of the soldier's helmet and he casts his weapon aside.  He speaks, his voice laced with desperate hope as he begs for mercy."
 
Meureii smiles quietly to himself.
The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "The sharp hiss of a blade being whisked through the air is his only answer, and his head falls, severed, to the ground.  The soldier only reserves a disdainful glance toward the man's corpse before he murmurs, "Lady Lorminstra shall judge you.  Not me." and storms off into battle once again."
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "Within moments, he encounters another foe away from the deep chaos of the main battle.  They parry against one another, rusted mace clashing against finely-forged steel.  The warrior lands a lucky blow as he sweeps his weapon upward in a vicious arc toward the soldier, but it only serves to knock the lustrous helmet off his head.  White hair tied into a short ponytail spills past the soldier's back and his ears mark him as one of elven lineage.  His dark violet eyes glare at his opponent as he recovers quickly and fluidly slices his blade across both of the warrior's legs, causing his foe to stumble backwards to the ground."
 
Meureii recites:
 
    ""I am a divine servant of the Lady, I *cannot* fail!  How dare you even seek to defy us?!"  The soldier screams as he raises his blade in preparation for the final strike.  In his holy fury, he fails to glimpse his victim's hand reaching for a concealed dagger at his hip.  As the blade and the soldier descend in a fatal arc, the warrior brings his dagger to bear."
 
Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward Meureii.
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "You hear twin screams of agony as the soldier's blade impales the warrior, and the razor-sharp edge of the warrior's blade slices across the eyes of the soldier."
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "The vision comes to a close, and the words of the soldier echo in your mind, "No!  I cannot... be harmed... under Her power!  Why?!  WHY?!?!""
 
Ysharra tilts her head down.
 
Meureii recites:
 
    "The moral of the story, nothing is guranteed in life, so enjoy every moment with your friends and family.  You may be the warrior and lose your life, or you may be the soldier and be blinded forever."
 
Meureii offers, "That is a true tale from long ago told to me by someone long forgotten in these lands."
 
Mikalmas says, "That is rather insightful."
 
Mikalmas nods at Meureii.
 
Ysharra nods at Mikalmas.
 
Mikalmas says, "And a bit dark.  But it definitely has a lesson."
 
Rovvigen softly says, "Thanks for sharing it was a honor."
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Thanks again everyone for coming a sharng those wonderful stories"
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "That concludes our evening for tonight"