The Summons of the Lye'naeran

[Aeus 2653]

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The Summons of the Lye’naeran

✦  The Last Journey West   ✦

 

 

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Hear my summons, Lye’naeran. My beloved people who have carried the memory of the san’taliyna through exile. You faithful elves that carry the seed of true faith and the memory of our ancestors. Look now to the East, and know that our time there is done. The Elven world has grown too distant from the true light of Acaelan.    There is a heaviness in our hearts, for we must leave behind the places we have so far called home. I ask you to join me on this pilgrimage we have been sent on. To Mount Oroderyn, where a burnt and broken jewel stands tall, glimmering over the valley. A reminder of the fall we shall face if we forget the way of Malin and the path the Archaengul Availer set for us.  It is our duty as stewards of el'Taynuel to perform the last, loving rite of purification upon this once sacred ground.   You, my beloved people, whose souls long for the tranquility promised by the evarn’sae, gather your belongings. Our journey is long and arduous. Across the sea stands our new home, from where we will build our perfect sanctuary in the light of Acaelan, bare and bright for all to see. It will be a place where the traditions of our Father Malin, peace be upon him, may find their eternal rest.   Let your movements be slow, your farewells soft, and your eyes look forward. For this is the last journey of the Acaelanites. The sun sets on one age as we embark toward the dawn of our own sacred purpose. Go in peace, and find your destiny in the West.   With all the love of Acaelan, Your Tir’sair, Adriel aen Araleth.

 

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[Zarsies 6795]

 

 

In a harmonic cry a mournful elf recited,

 

"Ullithir. Saraya. Tarem. Ilern. Galar."

 

He blew out a flickering candle for each.

 

"Kaldam. Arhyn. Imeran. Sov. Karim."

 

He wet his forefingers and pinched their hot wicks, then washing the soot in an ironwood bowl.

 

He invoked seven times,

"Kae'leh sulier,"

and washed his tears away with the ash-tinged water of the bowl.

 

 

 

In his retreat the monk stayed abreast of ripples and currents, an ever-watchful eye upon this new land and what turmoil and fruits it may yield. What sweet delight he sung with upon finding the Lye'naeran summons. Kismet, he thought, for his loneliness ached to be soothed by anything close to familial laughter, old songs, and sharp banter. Here, he concluded, was Acaelan's sign. Robe, donned. Baton, wielded. Future, West.

[psychra_notte 618]

A lone elf had been wandering the continent for some years, yet the summons soon arrived in his hand. Úrendil carefully read over the missive in his hands, as a smile appeared. "So it is time."  He murmured softly, gazing towards the west. It was time for him to return home, amongst his kin. 

[Spoopy_Duck 3217]

Within the continent of Azura's flew a lonely raven. This raven did not seem to have ever found a nest for itself, nor did it ever seem to have any sort of companionship. What was it's purpose? It would wonder, though it could never find the answer. Perhaps someday the avian would come to fulfill its purpose.

An elf would come across a summons from one familiar, one associated with his own family. A student of his sister who he had long since spoken too. He was not one usually compelled towards such places, though something about all of it rang different in his mind. This time he would find himself traveling towards his kin, rather than away.