Seirennis
Very little is known of Seirennis, Wandering Storyteller, but this page serves as a collection of their stories.
Tales of the Winds
When the Old Dynasty fell and The Cobalt Eclipse loomed on the horizon, it is said that the Four Winds met for the first time since time began. From their union, a Windchosen child came to be. The child was later adopted by two Traders and the spot where The Winds met became a place where they could never blow again.
Tales of Animals
There was once a sheep born with its head upside down. While other sheep would happily drink from a nearby stream, the sheep with the upside down head would stare up into the sky and dream of tasting its ethereal cobalt waters. The sheep wandered up a nearby hill, he climbed and climbed until he reached a point where the mountains touched the sky. The other sheep never saw the first sheep again, for they cared not to look up and see the first cloud grace the sky.
Tales of Strange Gifts
During the great famine of the Third Age, there was a farmer who lived alone in a hut. She would toil her fields each day and yet nothing would grow from the cracked, dry ground.
When the day was hottest, and the air the dryest, a stranger knocked on her door. The stranger was a beggar who asked the farmer for water. Even though she had little herself, the farmer shared the last of her tea with the beggar. The beggar asked for food and the farmer shared the last barley from her pantry.
The beggar asked for refuge from the scorching sun and the farmer let the beggar stay in her hut.
Come next morning, the beggar was gone and a wreath of wheat hung from the farmers door. It is said that as long as the wreath hung on the farmers door, her fields never grew barren again.
Legend says that there was once a woodcutter who saved a poor man from near death in the forest and in return was to be granted any boon he desired from him. The woodcutter, gleaming that the man was more than he seemed, asked for a magical sword that would make cutting trees simple. The poor man agreed and gifted the woodcutter a crescent blade as golden as the morning sun. The woodcutter cut down tree after tree, giddy with how easy it was. His golden sword shimmered gloriously in the sunlight and blinded the woodcutter to the devastation he was causing around him. Only when the sun disappeared behind the horizon did the woodcutter notice that he had no trees left to cut and that his golden crescent had turned to stone.
Once upon a time, two warrior siblings are said to have battled across the lands. The warriors were equally matched and both equally yearned for victory. Unbeknownst to the other, a Merchant approached them both. He presented the brother with a sulphur ring, and the sister with a cobalt one. The rings gave the warriors further might beyond imagining and they faced each other for a final duel.
The duel ended as quickly as it had been begun with both warriors succumbing from their mortal wounds, and none the victor.
Tales of Bhati and Kelbo clans
There is a tale from the South that tells of the two clans Bhati and Kelbo that were constantly at war over who would be allowed to live around a bright jade oasis that they both coveted. When the chief of Bhati took back the oasis, she offered a marriage of piece to the chief of Kelbo. The Kelbo chief agreed, but alas the Kelbo chief had a forked tongue and he plotted an ambush. On the two chief's wedding night, the Kelbo clan attacked and slew much of the Bhati people. The Bhati clan were driven away but the oasis would be forever polluted by the blod of betrayal.
Tales of wishes granted
There was once a smith who prayed to the Sefra, asking for the ability to craft the perfect spear. The Sefra asked him what he could give them in return for this blessing. He said that he would gladly give them his memories, for he had lived a hard life and would be happy to part with them. The story splits from here, in some versions the smith is blessed but can no longer remember his passion and never crafts his perfect spear. In other stories the smith makes the spear but immediately forgets that he made it, making spear after spear until he became buried in them.
Tales of strange transformations
There once was a man who lived in the western mountains. He was a callous man who worked his three daughters hard.
The hills were dry and not much could grow, so the man would regularly send his children down the treacherous mountain paths to gather water from the lowlands. On one of these trips his eldest daughters returned too early, empty handed and without the youngest in tow. The father yelled at them for returning without the water but with heavy hearts the sisters informed him that their younger sister had fallen over a cliff and had surely died.
Overwrought with guilt at what he had put his children through, the father shed tears devoid of salt. He cried until a lake was formed at the top of the mountain and his daughters no longer had any need to make the dangerous trek again.
Tales of Monsters
One of the first exploits of the legendary adventurer Pran was their battle against the arcane Mirror Rim Bather.
One day a dastardly creature emerged from the sea, a magical construct made entirely of mirrors. Legions of mystics attempted to gain control of the Mirror Bather but its enchanted mirror hide deflected all magical attacks.
Soldiers tried to attack the beast with crescents and clubs but its claws and teeth of mirror shards sliced all who approached.
It was in that moment that Pran appeared and that day they wielded no crescent, no mystic art.They opened their mouth and sang out a terrible shrill melody that reverberated through the air. The Bather stopped in its tracks, reared its head and exploded into a thousand splinters of mirror glass. The only thing left of the creature were two mirror shards from The Bather's arms and Pran forged them into fragile but magical bracers that repelled all magics.
Tales of Lovers
Tales tell of Morisha the fisher who lived in a hut on the Sinter Shore. She would collect coral from the shallows and fashion them into simple adornments for herself.
One day, a large ship of Sah Basir landed near her hut and she fell in love with the handsome captain.
Although the two both loved one another, he could not stay on land and she could not live at sea. The captain agreed to return to her hut once every five seasons and she would count the time by collecting beads on her necklace.
Making bead necklaces with five sulphur beads has since become a romantic tradition in the South.
There once was a man from the South, who's husband was a desert trapper. Every time the husband went out, the man would patiently await his return, praying that the desert not claim his love. Then one day the husband did not come back and the man wandered out unprepared. The man found a fireplace and tracks leading off across the dunes. He followed the tracks until he came upon another fire, then another, and again and again and again. The man died, trapped by the Vastorim, forever wandering in a circle after his own tracks.
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Tales of the Habs of Rivenleaf
The real origin behind the Fall Gem Key is unknown but it has hung in the back of the vaults of Rivenleaf as long as anyone can remember. Among many other mystical artifacts that have been locked away, this key hangs alone and isolated. Ominous legends among Rivenleaf students tell of Mer Hab who found the key deep in the bowels of the castle. He tried the key on every door, every chest and cabinet in his castle, searching for the lock it belonged to. His curiosity turned obsession when lock after lock rejected the key and when no lock fit in the castle he stormed through the surrounding villages on a mad rampage, checking every lock he could in an incident which came to be known as the Season of Shut Locks.
It is said that the search ended when Mer was found one morning, the key planted deep into his own heart. It is said that the key has not been touched since for fear of the madness it may once more unleash.
Tales of the Old Dynasty of Kasa
Queen Leathides
Back during the Third Age, folk legends tell of the Char Wyrm. She was a daughter of the Great Serpent from deep below, birthed from a silver egg. She was possessed by a gluttonous obsession and folk fled when she swooped down from the mountains to devour cattle, people, even entire villages whole, so great was her hunger. Queen Leathides sent her porcelain knights to battle but none ever returned.
That's when a lowly servant from Leathides' kitchens asked for the chance to defeat the Wyrm. Seeing no harm in letting him try, the queen assented. The servant left for his hometown, a small orchard in the west and did not return for many moons.
The queen began to loose hope that anyone would be able to defeat the voracious fiend that plagued her kingdom.
The Wyrm moved closer and closer to the capital, eating every village in her path. But just as the beast reached the capital, the servant returned. "Halt, oh great half-Wind fiend. Oh great insatiable one. I beseech thee to allow this humble servant one attempt to satiate your appetite." The Wyrm halted and snorted a plume of noxious jade flames into the air. "Very well, servant." The beast replied with mirth "Should thee be able to satiate me, I shall leave and never return. But if thou fail, then I shall devour this kingdom whole. Starting with thou and thy queen."
The servant, full of confidence, began cooking. The kingdom looked on in suspense as he added a char-sulphur coloured paste to the dish. The Wyrm scratched her crescent-like claws upon the castle walls impatiently. "Thou must know that my stomach has no equal, and that no poison can harm me." The servant did not reply, he simply continued cooking. When the food was finished, he presented the dish to the Wyrm who devoured the food, plate and all in one bite.
Her eyes narrowed as she tasted the dish but did not attack. "I am not too proud to admit defeat. Though have calmed my frenzied maw and so I shall honour my promise to thee and leave. But only if thou reveal what the paste was that filled me with such fullness and warmth." The servant reached into his robe and produced a pot of Char Mustard. He told her that his family was poor, hungry and cold, and would often only eat Char Mustard because it was so filling, and gave your body a pleasant warmth, even in the coldest of nights.
The Wyrm left and the queen asked what boon the servant would ask of her for payment of his great deed. He simply asked to be allowed to continue cooking for the queen, so great was his love for her that he desired nothing else. She accepted his request but also decided to take him as her prince consort in marriage. His family was never cold, poor or hungry again and It is thought that one of the locations in the west was named after the servant boy, in honour of his deed.
There once was a Skald named Gillasen who wrote scalding critiques of everyone in power. The Prince is of common birth! They shouted. The Queen is balding! They exclaimed. The folk loved Gillasen's poems and they soon gathered more and more popularity. The Prince Consort did not mind the mockery, and the Queen ignored it. But when Gillasen made fun of the Court Mystic, he was enraged. The Court Mystic is a sham! Gillasen cried out with a smile as they were carried away by guards to the people's dissapointment. The Court Mystic brought Gillasen in front of the Queen and asked her to execute the Skald for their disrespect. The Prince adviced against it and the Queen took his council. "Very well, Gillasen, you have one night to write a hundred poetic odes to my beauty. If you fail to impress me then you shall die but if you succeed then you shall have a place as my Royal Skald." So spoke Queen Leathides.
Gillasen went to work, stop the prison tower, they began writing their hundred odes. The Court Mystic was further enraged and decided to sabotage for the Bard. The Mystic transformed himself into a sparrow and sat upon the prison towers' windowsill and chirped all night, with his aim of disturbing Gillasen's work.
Gillasen smiled at the bird and took a small pouch from his bag, he ate a small char root and offered some to the sparrow. The Court Mystic didn't want his cover to be blown, ate of the char roots and immediately began coughing. He flew away from the tower and transformed back, saving his life.
Come morning, Gillase presented his hundred odes to the Queen and she took him as her personal Skald at once. And from that day forward, there was not a day that went by without the Court Mystic enduring Gillasen's scalding mockery first hand.
Prince Semmethep
Hestu Sem swung his fist after the Fellbiter Spider of Akke Kebn but with its hundred legs the vile creature easily scuttled out of the way. The Traveller-Prince knew he could not match the creature's speed, so he backed away, leaving his right thumb unguarded.
Seeing its chance, the Fellbiter flung itself at Hestu Sem and pushed its jagged teeth into his thumb, immediately turning it to stone. Before the stone-curse could spread further, Hestu Sem willed his hand to act and grabbed the creature just as his hand turned completely to stone, imprisoning it in a cage of his rock fingers.
With his remaining hand, Hestu Sem tied the rope he had received from his younger sister and which had been enchanted by his lady love around his hand, which stopped the curse from spreading further up his arm. Unable to die, it is said that the Fellbiter remains locked in the Traveller-Prince's grip, waiting for greedy graverobbers to unleash it once more.
Hestu Sem, on the hunt for the Char Wyrm's cave rowed out onto Lake Vapour in a small raft. He could see the creature's cave just ahead when his boat jerked to and thro, threatening to throw him into the murky waters. He gazed down over the side of the boat and saw the villagers from back on land who had advised him on his journey here, now harshly rocking his boat. But there was something strange about the villagers, their skin had a sickly pale cobalt hue and their pupils were flat like that of an octopus. Hestu Sem had to act fast, lest he meet a fate most dire...
Tales of Fissa Pelgen
Fissa and Techel were twins born to the house Pelgen around the beginning of that fifth age. Unable to decide how to handle firstborn twins, their father elected to simply raising both of them as heirs and the rest of the Pelgen family waited with bated breath to see who would become their Baron or Baronessa.
Upon the death of their father, Techel rushed to assume the title while Fissa mysteriously vanished in the night. After many seasons of travelling, Fissa returned to the Pelgen estate to discover the appaling state that her brother had made of it as Baron and demanded a duel for the title as was her right.
She presented a sword handle and claimed that she'd be able to beat her brother with only the handle as her weapon. Drunk on his own power, Techel accepted the duel without question and charged at his sister with his massive greatcrescent.
Fissa calmly closed her eyes and took a few slow and steady breaths. When Techel was just steps away, she breathed in one last time and held it. Immediately a long sharp rapier blade shot up from out of the handle and with a well placed thrust, was stuck straight through Techel's heart. Fissa slowly breathed out that the blade retracted once more.