Post by gymwolf on Feb 28, 2012 13:00:13 GMT -5
I am Ferrodien den Ael. If you are reading these words I have started on my path to the powers of earth, to seek melenkurion and the quest to retrieve my birthright from the Aspects.
While we lived in the dawn of our years I would have written these words upon the wind sure in the knowledge that my brothers and sisters would read them in airs, in the passing of the seasons and the tinting of one long days sunset in the sky bleeding into the pale light of another day in endless succession. Now I labour to write them with ink and sweat, on ephemera like stone and paper. I commit immortal words to base things in the vain imagining that they will out last me and somehow reach the ears and minds of those who are my beloved. Long ears not soon forgotten, beautiful minds and memories that unshared are fading fast.
Aellea, great-mother of my heart, destroyed along with the world our people knew, buried in the emerald dream, resurrected with Teldrassil returned to us for so few days only to taste cruel death again, in a dark dungeon so far from the moonlight that inspired you.
When I got your message that you were trying to reclaim a semblance of peace through the worship of Elune I was overjoyed. Of course I worried with each piece of news as you journeyed towards the light. Yet I found comfort and inspiration in your travails as you reclaimed your heritage as a true daughter of the Wells of might and truth, as you reclaimed your connection with Elunes holy presence. I heard of your exploits through Kalimdor and the newly risen continents of Azeroth, revisiting the homes of our ancestors . How I rejoiced as you ascended higher and higher in the reverence of our Mother Moon, growing more powerful and glorious with every act of healing. How can I describe my merriment at the though of you, bright and alone, floating in an elune-stones borrowed moonlight, gleaming with the most holy song of healing before the gates of Ogrimmar itself! The thought alone sustains me.
Did the crossing of the Dark Poral into the world of the Draeni and Orc'anthi affect you so much? I cannot put in words the turmoil I felt when I heard you had turned from our familial and priestly discipline to the goddesses shadowed arts. Of course in my mind I knew that having seen everything you loved destroyed, fleeing demons and old gods alike, having tasted the death of the body once, and the bitterness that haunts the Emerald Dream must have left its mark. I know these things but my heart yearned for something else. I only prayed that having embraced the shadow you would use it to frame the light of the new world you discovered on the other side of that fel doorway.
You returned to us, more powerful, more whole and your eyes full of a brilliant starlight I had never imagined. The shadow suited you, to my surprise. You had not been lost to the darkness as I had feared, or taken a strange arcane path, selling your soul for more and more puissance as your one time queen had done. But you were different. No one was surprised when you left for training at the Darnassian Temple for the last time, boarding a boat for the snows of Northrend. There was something in the set of your eyes the last time I saw you.
Uncle Thraani, now the patriarch of what remains of our tribe was the one that brought me news. I still don't understand how it could have happened! You battled dragons with the light, brought a message of hope to those in need of healing, even preaching a message of love and acceptance in Dalaran to the horde who would take advantage of our losses. Did no one listen? Could they even understand your Elune hallowed words or were they blinded by sun worship? I know that we are few, grey elven, touched by human and high borne blood alike and should have some concern for our distant cousins. I know I should care but the news of your second death tore the heart from me. Propelled me from the safety of my childhood Dolonar. Your pursuit has taught me not to trust the blandishments of this dragon wracked world, makes me care nothing for its trappings or the enchantments that eventually brought our people low.
I will follow in your foots steps, but I will take the earthen path to Elunes graces, the druidic path. I haven't the heart to give your priestly blessings those that do not deserve it. I will reclaim my immortality on the slopes of Hyjal, without the gaudy, soul destroying robes and embellishments of this new, corrupt worlds. May the fire of this world test my mettle, burning away all dross from my life and reveal the pure iron that is my heritage. I will ascend into the truth of Elune alone, encompass all that the earth can teach me and approach the reborn tree pure, unadorned and untouched by death. My immortal spirit alone will I bring to the Aspects and demand the return of my immortality and the immortality of the Ancient House of Ael. This is my only quest I swear it:
Akallberath melenkurion abathanoi, so my journey begins.
While we lived in the dawn of our years I would have written these words upon the wind sure in the knowledge that my brothers and sisters would read them in airs, in the passing of the seasons and the tinting of one long days sunset in the sky bleeding into the pale light of another day in endless succession. Now I labour to write them with ink and sweat, on ephemera like stone and paper. I commit immortal words to base things in the vain imagining that they will out last me and somehow reach the ears and minds of those who are my beloved. Long ears not soon forgotten, beautiful minds and memories that unshared are fading fast.
Aellea, great-mother of my heart, destroyed along with the world our people knew, buried in the emerald dream, resurrected with Teldrassil returned to us for so few days only to taste cruel death again, in a dark dungeon so far from the moonlight that inspired you.
When I got your message that you were trying to reclaim a semblance of peace through the worship of Elune I was overjoyed. Of course I worried with each piece of news as you journeyed towards the light. Yet I found comfort and inspiration in your travails as you reclaimed your heritage as a true daughter of the Wells of might and truth, as you reclaimed your connection with Elunes holy presence. I heard of your exploits through Kalimdor and the newly risen continents of Azeroth, revisiting the homes of our ancestors . How I rejoiced as you ascended higher and higher in the reverence of our Mother Moon, growing more powerful and glorious with every act of healing. How can I describe my merriment at the though of you, bright and alone, floating in an elune-stones borrowed moonlight, gleaming with the most holy song of healing before the gates of Ogrimmar itself! The thought alone sustains me.
Did the crossing of the Dark Poral into the world of the Draeni and Orc'anthi affect you so much? I cannot put in words the turmoil I felt when I heard you had turned from our familial and priestly discipline to the goddesses shadowed arts. Of course in my mind I knew that having seen everything you loved destroyed, fleeing demons and old gods alike, having tasted the death of the body once, and the bitterness that haunts the Emerald Dream must have left its mark. I know these things but my heart yearned for something else. I only prayed that having embraced the shadow you would use it to frame the light of the new world you discovered on the other side of that fel doorway.
You returned to us, more powerful, more whole and your eyes full of a brilliant starlight I had never imagined. The shadow suited you, to my surprise. You had not been lost to the darkness as I had feared, or taken a strange arcane path, selling your soul for more and more puissance as your one time queen had done. But you were different. No one was surprised when you left for training at the Darnassian Temple for the last time, boarding a boat for the snows of Northrend. There was something in the set of your eyes the last time I saw you.
Uncle Thraani, now the patriarch of what remains of our tribe was the one that brought me news. I still don't understand how it could have happened! You battled dragons with the light, brought a message of hope to those in need of healing, even preaching a message of love and acceptance in Dalaran to the horde who would take advantage of our losses. Did no one listen? Could they even understand your Elune hallowed words or were they blinded by sun worship? I know that we are few, grey elven, touched by human and high borne blood alike and should have some concern for our distant cousins. I know I should care but the news of your second death tore the heart from me. Propelled me from the safety of my childhood Dolonar. Your pursuit has taught me not to trust the blandishments of this dragon wracked world, makes me care nothing for its trappings or the enchantments that eventually brought our people low.
I will follow in your foots steps, but I will take the earthen path to Elunes graces, the druidic path. I haven't the heart to give your priestly blessings those that do not deserve it. I will reclaim my immortality on the slopes of Hyjal, without the gaudy, soul destroying robes and embellishments of this new, corrupt worlds. May the fire of this world test my mettle, burning away all dross from my life and reveal the pure iron that is my heritage. I will ascend into the truth of Elune alone, encompass all that the earth can teach me and approach the reborn tree pure, unadorned and untouched by death. My immortal spirit alone will I bring to the Aspects and demand the return of my immortality and the immortality of the Ancient House of Ael. This is my only quest I swear it:
Akallberath melenkurion abathanoi, so my journey begins.