We Were Known as the Forgotten Folk, Remember That

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“Never Forget, that in the Era of the Seeds, we were known as the Forgotten Folk.”

 

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    “Laran Moccus. Oem heya ordivhiuw ito nae’leh.

    Lae heya cerun malarehan lomera.

    Kaean’leh ortilrun nae illerae.

    Kaean’leh Sirame ay’nae’leh lye myumierae.

    Oh Moccus, ordivtilrun, nae’leh ahern kae illera.”

 

    “Morea, Ellaurir’Chirran

    Heya iheihuii Velulaei hiuwera,

    Kaean’leh ortilrun nae illerae.

    Kaean’leh Sirame ay’nae’leh lye myumierae.

    Oh Morea, llytan, nae’leh ahern kae illera.”

 

    “O’ Laurir’Orkina, kae’leh wy’anuh ceruereh

    Ito kaean’leh enet’adiln, kae nae’leh lye medinera adontere.

    Nae kae’leh taliyna lentere il’Sirame bilokereh, ay’kinal karin’ento

    Wyl kaean nae peritherae, ito kaean’leh lluman.

   

    Haelun’Lle, lluman kae’leh hiylun myumiera’onn:

    Partuva nae’leh y’Malii suliera, partuva llean.

    Kae’leh hiylun evara, iyal kae’leh nae’leh Malii’ehya yallran oerneh suliere, karinto.

    Kae ay’nae halere, kae’leh hiylun taynan’ehya tennae kae’leh eth myumiera.

 

 

To my old comrades among Ithelanen and Torena,

 

It pains me greatly to see a divide between my people. When I first set out to revive what at the time was a dead culture, I envisioned a Princedom that rivaled all other great nations in power. Whose pride and zealous devotion to their old gods, customs and songs rivaled the passion the Valahan have towards their church, or the Silver Elves had towards their dogma.

 

What was in essense a century long rough start, mired by wars, internal weakness, and Imperialistic foreign rulers by the likes of Kalenz Uradir meant that our revitalized way of life, our old traditions and Aspectist faith, took many years to fully bloom into its own. Yet, eventually it did.

 

First came the old faith. Not many elves alive now remember the dying days of old Malinor, when elves cared more for themselves than any idea of a society. It took many years more for the first generation of our mali’ame priests, warriors and leaders to convince our people to abandon their petty magics and individualistic aims and embrace the idea of our ancestral Gods- the Green Mother Cerridwen, and the Horned Man Cernunnos.

 

Next came the Seeds. In ancient times of yore our people roamed the deep wilds in nomadic bands, wild and free. This was when our ancestors were most in touch with our Gods. I encouraged our people to look deep into their ancestry, and re-embrace their tribal roots. And you did. It was during this time that the names we know now well- Aureon, Torena, Caerme’onn- and later Ithelanen- came to become names of great influence among the Elven nations.

 

Finally came the rest. Our old traditions. Our songs. Piece by piece our old customs, the heritage of the Era of the Seeds returned to us. We reinvigorated our worship of the Mani- among whom your Ithelanens’ chief patrons the Wolf and the Boar. We performed sacred dances that had not been performed in centuries. For the first time in forever, our warriors went into battle with their Gods prayers on their lips. Their ancestral warpaint upon their face.

 

Yet this period of cultural prosperity came at no small cost. You know as well as I the battles we fought to prevent our people’s collapse. I have fought alongside mali’ame of all seeds. Torena, Ithelanen, Aureon, Reithel, Silma, Calithil and Tresery alike. We have together slain hordes of savage orcish animals until an Ithelanen won our war with a single stroke.  We rooted out countless bandits that plagued our roads like cockroaches. Yet it was not just enemies on the outside we fought, but the corruption within as well. Together we fended off the darkness within our nation. Be it the occultists that crept within our walls, or the liberals, the secularists and the mages that attempted to place their claws into our Council, and erode our traditions.

 

It is because of this history we share that the current state of affairs pains me so. Three hundred years ago when I began this whole endeavor, a weak, divided and cultureless elven people would have pained me little. Now, the prospect that we might return to those days pains me greatly- for I have had a taste of what it is like to be part of a strong elven society. A society with identity, with proper warriors.

 

I approach your Seeds today not as an appeal to return to the Dominion of Malin, for I feel such an attempt would be a doomed endeavor. But I must implore that all Elven peoples of the Seed tradition must remain linked through a common culture, and a common faith. No matter how divided our Seeds become, no matter how many nations the Mali’ame reside in. Even in separate polities, we must make an effort to retain a common identity, lest we drift too far apart culturally that we cease to exist as a people.

 

So to the cheiftains of Ithelanen and Torena, I ask of you this:

 

Allow proper place of worship to be grown within your Enclave. A proper sacred grove where Druidic priests may reside, so the Songs, Dances, and Customs we worked so hard to revive may continue to be taught.

 

Allow Naelurir Druids of any affiliation to preach openly to your people. For we Priests are not warriors of any one nation, but of our Gods. I told Kairn Ithelanen myself in the Caras Eldar courtroom myself not long ago, that I serve my faith and my people’s cultural identity first. Before any nation, and before any king. The same will apply to any true Naelurir who wishes to ensure Aspectism and our customs remain alive in these tumultuous times.

 

Allow the appropriate shrines to be erected within your Enclave. Although the Ithelanen’s chief patrons are the Princes Boar and Wolf, the other great Mani must also be honoured, as well as the great Mother and Father themselves, so that balance remains in our faith.

 

Remain true to your faiths. Do not let foreigners, liberals or secularists to erode your traditions. Pray often, and openly. Leave offerings to your Mani Patrons and to the Aspects. Pay tribute to your Gods. Sing your sacred songs and dances. Celebrate your seasonal festivals. You are a warrior people, but fighting is not all there is to your Seeds. Remember that a hundred generations of Mali’ame customs lives or dies by the choices you make in this lifetime, and the knowledge you choose to impart upon the generation that follows yours.

 

Signed,

The Hawk Druid, Oracle of the Aspectist rite

Artimec, Chieftain of the Seed Caerme’onn

[Guest]

[!] Henceforth a letter is returned bearing the seal of the two former Seeds of the Dominion.

 

To the Naelurir Circle,

 

Your offer is appreciated but we have our own Druids and our own peoples to guide. Our flock is not one of godliness, though we retain our own rites. We acknowledge no circles, no hierarchy, no Aspectism. We harken to what was before, for we are the Alderfolk, the Forgotten Folk. Your cities wound you and blind your eyes to the faith we are beholden to and our beliefs reflect that the ideology of our druids should be reliant on the views of their teachers and the strengths of their predecessors. We are Ichorian, but we are Aspectist no longer. To personify nature is foolhardiness, we owe our respect to the Mani responsible for its upkeep and maintenance, for I have seen them with my own two eyes.

 

We are not separated. The Elves of the Bronze Law have begun to transition into something new, something tenfold as strong and with unrivaled power, ferocity and strength. All who seek to live life by the blade may join us and there are homes for all who seek to live with our laws and no coddling sensibilities like those in Caras Eldar. Here when a man comes of age they drench their bandana in the blood of their first foe smote from skull to greaves, a symbol of triumph. 

 

So to clarify, Naelurir shall not be allowed to preach. The Regenerators are killed on sight and we rarely in these lands expose our people to traditional Aengul worship, for it is an abomination with how it is conducted by their respective orders. Honor is our God here, and the rampancy of Aspectism may remain in the Dominion and abroad; for it is a tool of control and exercise of corrupt power over the masses. 

 

It is an age of Ichor now. Servitude is ignorance, willful ambiguity be damned to hell.

 

Sincerely,

 

Prince Kairn Ithelanen of the Alders,

The Conqueror

Lord of theElysians, Auriel Vaelii of Lothryc

Autarch of the Radiant

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