The Lament of the Drow

[The King Of The Moon 5163]

Upon the bark of four trees and across the faces of four stones in the westerly forests of Almaris, beyond the perimeter of Amathea's destruction, an obscure dark elven myth was carved for all to see.

 

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The lament was written in Vel’lua.     Aez Helunel a’vallu Rentu uhv’velul mayh a’tom a’tynahn Moryum keenu uhv’velul taeleh  Kerel a’garn uhv’velul tahel	((Translations are for OOC convenience. Characters who cannot read Vel’lua would require a translator))   The First Mother wept For her wisdom was lost Madness plagued her mind The Dark gnawed her heart
Dunr gel a’tom amulel  Aeth uhv’velul urezd, Zanunder Kyorl aeth uhv’urada szir, ohk bo Kerel  Ygne a’kehel su’uz, zy ura yhrl maga  Valunule bo barael akaeleel	Such too was the fate Of her brother, Zanunder Afraid of his kin, safe in the Dark War raged above and he hid below Wailing away in the bowels of the world
Dunr Velulaeiya a’valun hru aylko bo kerael Velulaeyael a’baga uhv’velul vallumzh Xabyth Ythur a’aher velul thet’uzhel kix Velul onnyzh a’yx a’ake zy uhv’sha mayh a’akyn	So Velulaeiya wept like a beast in the night The Moon kissed her tears Pale Light gave her peace Her children were healed and their wisdom restored
Maehrel a’yx vaex, zimaru lu Velulaeyael  A’hyle me uhv’zeb Ythur, a’aehg vol azt vou Ulyth vyn bo kerael, axan Zanunder Durn verbhk hru nahgel, aza a’tynahn bo megeel	The Maehr were renewed, tranquil with the Moon Saved by its Light, made whole once more All rejoiced in the night, spare Zanunder Grey skinned like the rest, but lost in the deep
Ura a’uvad syex uhv’Velulaeyael baga; uhv’urada taeleh atish a’hexe Megeyr ura a’ukh, b’al uhv’Nemysae nemy-volry Vel a’nork uhv’urada enro zy mebe a’nork uhv’urada tayna Zy uhno lyhn a’vaen bo ux uhd’nemys magara	He felt not the Moon’s kiss; his mind remained stained On deeper he went, into Nemiisae’s web She took his blood for her own and then took his life And a new race was born in that spider’s cave
Sha a’yx Moryel, a’ygnere me Ythurel  Zkor onnyzh aeth Ker; sha a’yento syex Velulaeyael  Maehrel sha a’adry, norkule voon ben rothezh  Ylu’um my Mory’kuessyrel.   Sha ern syex tom a’hyle	They were the Deranged, burned by the Light True children of Dark; they knew not the Moon The Maehr they loathed, taking many as slaves Woe to the Mori’quessir.   They cannot be saved

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Thank you @Werew0lffor helping me format

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2066]

Haunting purple stares upward, to towers caked in silk. The Azulite hisses out ever softly. Eyes shifting back to the message carved onto bark. Freedom could never be achieved. From Luara, to this putrid Nemiisae. In rage she left, keeping low and towards the ground. Seeking passage towards the south. 

 

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Funny little story. 

 

[Werew0lf 12099]

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very cool and well written