Forging A Path For The Wood Elves

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((This is a post to provide some RP behind the new direction Laureh'lin/Wood elven culture is going. Namely, the utilization of Fairy Rings as a core part of the race's spirituality.))

 

 

 

The natural order is simply the way life is without our intervention. The way trees take root, the way animals live and die. We as elves are a descendant race, created not by the Aspects, spirits of the balance, but by Malin, the Creator's son. Where descendants step, the natural order is often disturbed.

 

Artimec allowed himself to open his eyes half-way. He was sat on the Cerulin docks, crosslegged. The wind had swept his hair, and gulls made their cries as they circled about the air, contrasting the sound of lapping waves hitting the pier below him.

 

Through dim eyes he turned his gaze to the green-sailed vessel that would sail the wood elves to the new land. The Verdant Maiden, a ship named after the green lady Cerridwen, mother spirit of the nature.

 

Our people move from land to land, yet they've never discovered their way.

 

It's about time someone forged a way for them, Artimec affirmed to himself, pushing his tanned body to his feet. "Nothing to be gained by staring off into the ocean." he muttered idly to himself, stepping off onto the southern road to begin a purposeful stroll south, towards the druid's grove.

 

Cerridwen the mother, and Cernunnos the father...the green lady and horned man created a pure world, a balanced world. Whereas other descendants bring destruction to this balance where they go, we mali'ame fit in with it, we strive to maintain and uphold it.

 

He stopped halfway through his trip. In a small grove surrounded thick with the forest, a ring of mushrooms surrounded him in almost a perfect circle. He knew what he'd stepped into. A fairy ring. Dangerous, but powerful. Sacred circles blessed by the aspects, where one could step into to hear the sounds of their creations.

 

Be a part of the balance.

 

He closed his eyes, now standing in the center of the fairy circle. His ears twitched as his eyes shut. He had tapped into the collective hivemind of nature, something descendant races were normally excluded from. He heard the thoughts of trees, plants, animals and insects. Not thoughts that an elf or human might think though, more primal, less coherent.

 

He grimaced, then forced himself to step out of the ring. Leaving fairy circles was always hard. It had a way of drawing you in to make you never want to leave.

 

We as descendant races are inherently disconnected from nature. We cannot understand its subtle intricacies. But we can learn, we must adjust our ways so we may be a seamless part of the aspect's balance. The race that upholds the natural order.

 

"What better way for our people to understand the balance than to step into these rings..."  The elf finally thought to himself, then began the path home, knowing exactly what he would look for first when they reached the new land.

 

[Publius 4098]

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