The Bellkeeper Sings To The Trees

[Swgrclan 2682]

The Bellkeeper's head slowly turns to face the sickly Dove Druid before what appeared to be it's jaw - as white and bonelike as it's hands - shifting about before an audible 'pop' escapes the strange figures ratty hood. The age-old crownkeeper replies to Elorna in an almost harsh manner, as if the question was akin to a mistaken child's. "Nay. Not ever. It was... the world that claimed them. It was the Valley, cursed merely because of what it was, and it was the fog, the epitome change. Their scales of stone fell off, their bodies became fragile, and their minds hazed like the Valley of Change."

The fragile hands of the Bellkeeper rose up in a chiming gesture toward what would be what walled settlememt was erected. "Imperfection. That is what they became, because they left the promised land they were conceived in; descended into poisonous, legless creatures that devour far more than their mouths may hold." The skeletal hands slowly closed into fists, one clssped around tightly the bronze bell it carried. "The system... it was not designed to work that way. You stay within the place you were meant to be, Elven Kindred. You must not stray so far, so you keep your minds while you still have them.

I see they dwindle with each generation, and each generation grows far more differed than what your great Oakfather intended. Shattered, broken apart, and seperated by walls and brimming with conceit... you feel banding together will fix your disassembly, but it will not. You mirror the Paledrake close."

The frail being lowered it's hands with a soft rasp. "You ran away from your chosen land like the dragons had, leaving it as a burning scar, but even scars heal... in their own way."

The calm Bellkeeper rang it's old tool again as it's "insightful" tale of mirroring concludes, where it simply fell silent as the ring of the bell drifted beyond the fog; awaiting the thoughts of others, perhaps?

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna simply raises a brow, coughing wearily into her hand.

 

"Are you saying we should return to Aegis...? I was not alive to see it, yet from the tales it seemed that the races were chased out, rather than chose to leave... Was it not utterly destroyed?"

[Swgrclan 2682]

"One would be surprised how sturdy the Maker's craft is, even when abask in fire and ash. Take the tale as you will, kindred -- but do not dare disregard the Bellkeeper's words. Fate has aligned you with the ancestral lands like the Great Ancients before you. Take their fall as you would a warning."

Having concluded its story, the Bellkeeper cranes around in silent declaration of leave. On it's way back into the fray of fog, the bell of the eerie figure sung its song one last time before its master disappeared completely into thr mist.

Who was this stranger, who would share such a tale used for harbinging?

[__WaterFox__ 636]

Alirya pauses once Elorna makes her first statement then walks back a few steps with a slight grin on her face after Elorna makes her second

"Our dear father... Killed by us"she says with raised eyebrow in Elorna's direction after the man finishes

[susitsu 871]

Watching the crown carefully, he takes in the message and the meaning behind it all. He remains a silent figure even when addressed by this Crownkeeper. The story goes on and people make comments, but he only turns and silently walks off once it is finished.

[TeaLulu 1783]

The hooded figure, cloaked in dirt and grime, hidden 'round the corner with her back pressed against the stone kept her eyes closed throughout the discourse. She had calmed herself throughout the speech, resorting to simply listening, though she found herself unable to direct her eyes towards the figure of subject. The theme of the tale was familiar, one she herself told often; a people lost, a land abandoned, a curse wrought, a punishment delivered. 

A tale of warning.

A tale to be heeded.

She pressed herself firmly against the stone as the figure departed, taking in a breath not to be exhaled until his disappearance. She exhaled finally, turning to sidle around the wall, away from the gathered crowd, to think in peace.
 

[Rig 17591]

Aegor scratches his chin, frowning, falling into deep thought after having listened to The Bellkeeper, laying back against a tree nearby as he thinks. 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.