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This is a history involving the Great Great Grandsire and Grandmother, the Great Grandsire and Great Grandmother, and Grandfather
This is a history involving the Great Great Grandsire and Grandmother, the Great Grandsire and Great Grandmother, and Grandfather.
Long turns ago….many long turns ago Jorak’s attendant looked upon his master’s body with growing concern. Yes, it was true that this was just one more of the many times that his lord had left his body to travel the astral planes, but never so long as this..
As he traveled the astral planes, Jorak became bored with the familiar places and began to push himself reaching farther and farther out. He wanted to increase his knowledge and gain in power. An evil spirit came in contact with him and played upon Jorak’s desire for power, promising to share it’s vast knowledge of the planes. Jorak struck a deal with the dark spirit, agreeing to be a host for the spirit as it shared this promised prize of greater knowledge. Sadly Jorak did not consider the effect this bargain would have on his son and future grandson. The evil one had plans to advance his own power by taking over the mind of Jorak and his descendants when Jorak passed on if ever. Jorak was immortal but even immortals fall when a spear is thrust through their chest, as was what happened to Jorak in battle with the humans..
Sorren’s fate was sealed as he was next in line for the evil spirits plan. Jorak’s son was born before the deal was struck and so it was easy for the evil one to remain hidden from Jorak’s lifemate. It wasn’t long before the spirit had over taken Sorren’s mind by weakening the defense barriers of his mind with a constant barrage of fearful thoughts and dreams..
One day Sorren, being one of the Chosen eight, was out on patrol. He was riding his giant hawk, Spear Talon, when he saw one of the wolf riders heading through the forest in a great hurry upon her wolf. Something must have spooked her to cause her to come so close to the mountain. Next he saw the two hulking trolls not far behind her. So that was the reason. Two arrows flew from his bow, two hideous screams followed, and ended with two dead trolls. He really didn’t care so much for the ‘little savage’, as he called her kind, but the trolls were not tolerated anywhere near his mountain home. .
Moonfell was surprised to hear the death screams of the trolls and slowed her frantic pace. Very cautiously she went back. She saw the tall, black haired Glider there kicking at the dead carcasses and his great bird not far off. Sorren looked up as she stepped from the cover of the thick foliage. She was lovely for a ‘savage’ with golden brown hair and the deepest blue eyes he’d ever laid his obsidian eyes upon..
And that was all it took as Recognition claimed them, bound them and sealed their souls together. He took her in his arms and up to the clouds they rose to answer the call they both urgently felt..
Afterwards she said she had to go, but would return. She never intended to, because during the bond of Recognition she saw the evil one that imprisoned Sorren’s mind. The evil one was not strong enough to hide from the power of Recogniton and was aware that this ‘little savage’ was mentally strong. The evil one banished thoughts of Moonfell from Sorren’s mind all together. .
Having been scattered far from her home by the attacking trolls, she found refuge in the Sun Village. She became one of their hunters after her son was born. She gave her son the cub name of Feather. She’d told the village elder that the cubling’s father was a stranger she’d met and didn’t know much about him. It was almost the full truth. Not to worry as the exact truth did come out after she returned from a hunting trip. Her eyes flew wide as the nurse maid had put Feather in a harness…because….the cubling was floating in air! Moonfell went to the elder and explained why she did as she had. The elder assured her that the HighOnes always have a reason for the pairs they choose and that it would all be revealed when the time is right..
Feather was full of energy and loved to race the birds or just float lazily like a cloud on a warm summer day. As he grew he became very empathic to the emotions of the tribe. Many times he could be found consoling or advising a friend with a problem. His gliding allowed him to become a great scout. There wasn’t much he couldn’t do if he set his mind to it. He had a fine talent for music and song that his mother and many of the village maidens enjoyed. .
After Mendor had returned from discovering his soul name on a spirit quest, he sought out his mother. He asked her to tell him of the way to his father’s land. A long silence passed before Moonfell answered her grown son..
"He is lost…his soul is not his own anymore." She sighed deeply at the look of determination and useless optimism on her son’s face..
"I have to try Mother." He sounded unmoved from his goal of redeeming his father..
She had told him all she knew in an effort to convince him why it was pointless to try. She even explained that his father’s own people might not even welcome him. Futile was her expectation that he would just accept her words. Mendor had always been able to mend the broken things before and he believed he could right things with his father as well..
After preparing his pack and quiver, he kissed his mother goodbye. Two hands of moons passed while Mendor traveled alone. When he arrived in his father’s homelands he was awed by the huge, jagged mountains. He watched from forest edge and saw the scouts on their bond birds as they patrolled their territory. He saw the one that most fit the description and visions his mother shared with him. He very cautiously ‘sent’ to him, not realizing he had just alerted the evil one..
So the savage cub returns. I will make sure he never knows what hit him. He knows too much to be of any use as a host. I will eliminate him and see that Sorren Recognizes a weaker mate even if I have to force it myself. The evil one had learned the ways of the HighOnes over the many hundreds of years he controlled Jorak and now Sorren. The evil one could use deception and tricks to mimic sendings and even force a Recognition if it served its evil purpose. The evil one deceptively ‘sent’ back for Mendor to wait for him..
As Spear Talon passed near where Mendor waited, Sorren leaped from the great hawk’s back and levitated to the ground with ease. It was the first time Mendor had seen anyone besides he glide through the air. Joy and curiosity clouded his judgement as his father strode forward at a fast pace. .
Sorren drew his blades and lunged at Mendor. Instinct saved Mendor’s shocked hide as he dropped and tumbled away. Mendor took to the air, keeping a safe distance..
"Father?? I’m your son! I’m Mendor." He hated the urge to reach down to the hilts of his blades. .
Sorren looked startled for an instant. "You smell of wolf and rise as a Glider. How is this?".
Their long hair swirled around them in the deadly tense air as they faced each other. .
"Don’t you remember her? Moonfell, your Recognized? I’m your son!" Mendor thought for sure he saw the look of rememberance in his fathers eyes.
"Moonfell….." Sorren blinked his eyes as a memory fought to resurface. He looked back up as he might be seeing her again in Mendor’s eyes. .
Kill him!!!!! The evil one wrenched back control of Sorren’s mind and it was over. The light of memory never to return and evil was left gleaming in his eyes as he charged forward..
The sky battle was a deadly rhythm of turns and lunges, clashing of blades, flips and twists, and savage struggle. At one point Sorren was bearing his blades down upon Mendor’s forcing him to the ground. Gritting teeth and groans of the struggle filled the air. Sorren pinned Mendor to the ground and it seemed the end as the evil one let out a sinister laugh through Sorren who lifted his chin as he did so, taking his eyes off of Mendor. That was Mendor’s saving moment and his father’s doom as the younger elf gave all he had to thrust his blade through Sorren's neck.
Mendor held his dead father in his arms and let out a mournful howl. Why?? Why did this have to be the first instance that he failed to make everything all right? Forced to kill his own father was incredible pain to have to bear. There was no more time allowed for mourning as the great hawk snapped it’s beak and let out a shrill cry. Mendor wasn’t ignorant and retreated to the woods to watch the bird take what was left of his father’s broken body back to the mountain holt. At least his father’s spirit was free. The evil one would have no choice but to seek to dominate Mendor some how..
Mendor ran for his life till he couldn’t run any longer. How long he’d run was anyone’s guess..days?…who knows. He found sanctuary in an abandoned cave. As he slept the HighOnes visited his dreams. How they hated the evil one’s intrusion on Their children. In the dream they warned Mendor of the pursuit of the evil one and it’s desire to take him over by way of fear and weakness of mind. They counseled him on remaining ever alert and never to let fear consume him. They revealed to him the Mists where They would allow him a way of escape..
When Mendor awoke there was a swirling green Mist like what the HighOne’s told of. When the Mist lifted he walked out of the cave and clearly he was in a strange new world.
This is a history involving the Great Great Grandsire and Grandmother, the Great Grandsire and Great Grandmother, and Grandfather.
Long turns ago….many long turns ago Jorak’s attendant looked upon his master’s body with growing concern. Yes, it was true that this was just one more of the many times that his lord had left his body to travel the astral planes, but never so long as this..
As he traveled the astral planes, Jorak became bored with the familiar places and began to push himself reaching farther and farther out. He wanted to increase his knowledge and gain in power. An evil spirit came in contact with him and played upon Jorak’s desire for power, promising to share it’s vast knowledge of the planes. Jorak struck a deal with the dark spirit, agreeing to be a host for the spirit as it shared this promised prize of greater knowledge. Sadly Jorak did not consider the effect this bargain would have on his son and future grandson. The evil one had plans to advance his own power by taking over the mind of Jorak and his descendants when Jorak passed on if ever. Jorak was immortal but even immortals fall when a spear is thrust through their chest, as was what happened to Jorak in battle with the humans..
Sorren’s fate was sealed as he was next in line for the evil spirits plan. Jorak’s son was born before the deal was struck and so it was easy for the evil one to remain hidden from Jorak’s lifemate. It wasn’t long before the spirit had over taken Sorren’s mind by weakening the defense barriers of his mind with a constant barrage of fearful thoughts and dreams..
One day Sorren, being one of the Chosen eight, was out on patrol. He was riding his giant hawk, Spear Talon, when he saw one of the wolf riders heading through the forest in a great hurry upon her wolf. Something must have spooked her to cause her to come so close to the mountain. Next he saw the two hulking trolls not far behind her. So that was the reason. Two arrows flew from his bow, two hideous screams followed, and ended with two dead trolls. He really didn’t care so much for the ‘little savage’, as he called her kind, but the trolls were not tolerated anywhere near his mountain home. .
Moonfell was surprised to hear the death screams of the trolls and slowed her frantic pace. Very cautiously she went back. She saw the tall, black haired Glider there kicking at the dead carcasses and his great bird not far off. Sorren looked up as she stepped from the cover of the thick foliage. She was lovely for a ‘savage’ with golden brown hair and the deepest blue eyes he’d ever laid his obsidian eyes upon..
And that was all it took as Recognition claimed them, bound them and sealed their souls together. He took her in his arms and up to the clouds they rose to answer the call they both urgently felt..
Afterwards she said she had to go, but would return. She never intended to, because during the bond of Recognition she saw the evil one that imprisoned Sorren’s mind. The evil one was not strong enough to hide from the power of Recogniton and was aware that this ‘little savage’ was mentally strong. The evil one banished thoughts of Moonfell from Sorren’s mind all together. .
Having been scattered far from her home by the attacking trolls, she found refuge in the Sun Village. She became one of their hunters after her son was born. She gave her son the cub name of Feather. She’d told the village elder that the cubling’s father was a stranger she’d met and didn’t know much about him. It was almost the full truth. Not to worry as the exact truth did come out after she returned from a hunting trip. Her eyes flew wide as the nurse maid had put Feather in a harness…because….the cubling was floating in air! Moonfell went to the elder and explained why she did as she had. The elder assured her that the HighOnes always have a reason for the pairs they choose and that it would all be revealed when the time is right..
Feather was full of energy and loved to race the birds or just float lazily like a cloud on a warm summer day. As he grew he became very empathic to the emotions of the tribe. Many times he could be found consoling or advising a friend with a problem. His gliding allowed him to become a great scout. There wasn’t much he couldn’t do if he set his mind to it. He had a fine talent for music and song that his mother and many of the village maidens enjoyed. .
After Mendor had returned from discovering his soul name on a spirit quest, he sought out his mother. He asked her to tell him of the way to his father’s land. A long silence passed before Moonfell answered her grown son..
"He is lost…his soul is not his own anymore." She sighed deeply at the look of determination and useless optimism on her son’s face..
"I have to try Mother." He sounded unmoved from his goal of redeeming his father..
She had told him all she knew in an effort to convince him why it was pointless to try. She even explained that his father’s own people might not even welcome him. Futile was her expectation that he would just accept her words. Mendor had always been able to mend the broken things before and he believed he could right things with his father as well..
After preparing his pack and quiver, he kissed his mother goodbye. Two hands of moons passed while Mendor traveled alone. When he arrived in his father’s homelands he was awed by the huge, jagged mountains. He watched from forest edge and saw the scouts on their bond birds as they patrolled their territory. He saw the one that most fit the description and visions his mother shared with him. He very cautiously ‘sent’ to him, not realizing he had just alerted the evil one..
So the savage cub returns. I will make sure he never knows what hit him. He knows too much to be of any use as a host. I will eliminate him and see that Sorren Recognizes a weaker mate even if I have to force it myself. The evil one had learned the ways of the HighOnes over the many hundreds of years he controlled Jorak and now Sorren. The evil one could use deception and tricks to mimic sendings and even force a Recognition if it served its evil purpose. The evil one deceptively ‘sent’ back for Mendor to wait for him..
As Spear Talon passed near where Mendor waited, Sorren leaped from the great hawk’s back and levitated to the ground with ease. It was the first time Mendor had seen anyone besides he glide through the air. Joy and curiosity clouded his judgement as his father strode forward at a fast pace. .
Sorren drew his blades and lunged at Mendor. Instinct saved Mendor’s shocked hide as he dropped and tumbled away. Mendor took to the air, keeping a safe distance..
"Father?? I’m your son! I’m Mendor." He hated the urge to reach down to the hilts of his blades. .
Sorren looked startled for an instant. "You smell of wolf and rise as a Glider. How is this?".
Their long hair swirled around them in the deadly tense air as they faced each other. .
"Don’t you remember her? Moonfell, your Recognized? I’m your son!" Mendor thought for sure he saw the look of rememberance in his fathers eyes.
"Moonfell….." Sorren blinked his eyes as a memory fought to resurface. He looked back up as he might be seeing her again in Mendor’s eyes. .
Kill him!!!!! The evil one wrenched back control of Sorren’s mind and it was over. The light of memory never to return and evil was left gleaming in his eyes as he charged forward..
The sky battle was a deadly rhythm of turns and lunges, clashing of blades, flips and twists, and savage struggle. At one point Sorren was bearing his blades down upon Mendor’s forcing him to the ground. Gritting teeth and groans of the struggle filled the air. Sorren pinned Mendor to the ground and it seemed the end as the evil one let out a sinister laugh through Sorren who lifted his chin as he did so, taking his eyes off of Mendor. That was Mendor’s saving moment and his father’s doom as the younger elf gave all he had to thrust his blade through Sorren's neck.
Mendor held his dead father in his arms and let out a mournful howl. Why?? Why did this have to be the first instance that he failed to make everything all right? Forced to kill his own father was incredible pain to have to bear. There was no more time allowed for mourning as the great hawk snapped it’s beak and let out a shrill cry. Mendor wasn’t ignorant and retreated to the woods to watch the bird take what was left of his father’s broken body back to the mountain holt. At least his father’s spirit was free. The evil one would have no choice but to seek to dominate Mendor some how..
Mendor ran for his life till he couldn’t run any longer. How long he’d run was anyone’s guess..days?…who knows. He found sanctuary in an abandoned cave. As he slept the HighOnes visited his dreams. How they hated the evil one’s intrusion on Their children. In the dream they warned Mendor of the pursuit of the evil one and it’s desire to take him over by way of fear and weakness of mind. They counseled him on remaining ever alert and never to let fear consume him. They revealed to him the Mists where They would allow him a way of escape..
When Mendor awoke there was a swirling green Mist like what the HighOne’s told of. When the Mist lifted he walked out of the cave and clearly he was in a strange new world.
