Thursday, June 29, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 5

Lulea flew towards the great Silver Tower of the Sylphs as fast as her wings could take her--which was fast indeed. Now this was early in creation, and so the Silver Tower could be reached, as opposed to now, where it lies forever out of reach.  But it was still very far, beyond the edge of the ocean, on the very  tip of the sky, and Lulea was quite tired when she reached it.  After taking a moment to catch her breath, she rushed as quick as she could to the grand throne room, where the Lady Polychrome, chief of the Sylphs, lay directing her charges.

"No, no, my dears," she said to the three standing before her.  "A gentle rain in the west, not a torrent."  She clicked her tongue.  "I say, the Great Maker was quite clear on this.  More such mishaps and there will have to be punishments."  The three Sylphs shuddered and quaked before her, and thus were quite relieved when Polychrome turned to look at Lulea.  "Lulea? What are you doing here?  I had you marked to check on the Great Continent now."

"And I was, Shining One," said Lulea.  "When I found a Salamander there..."

"A Salamander!" Polychrome laughed. "Impossible!  Salamanders should be in the Gardens of the Sun not the Great Continent!"

"That is the Salamander's thought as well, Shining One," noted Lulea.

Polychrome stared at Lulea for a moment.  "Oh, my.  You are absolutely serious."  She bit her lip.  "That is a bother."

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 4

As the little Salamander continued to weep, Lulea coughed politely to get its attention.  (While the world was new, the Maker had gone to great lengths to instill in Her children the idea of manners  It assisted in the managing of things immensely.)  The Salamander did not respond, forcing Lulea to cough a bit more loudly.

It still did not answer.  Lulea, feeling somewhat put out, coughed once again, and then spoke.  "Excuse me!  Salamander!  Why are you crying?  Is this not a glorious day the Maker has wrought?  Why don't you rejoice and be glad in it?"

The Salamander did stop crying at this, to stare at Lulea in a manner that Lulea felt was rather unwarranted.  After all, she was only asking it a question.  "I am lost!" shouted the Salamander.  "I am lost and I want to go home!"  And then it started crying again.

"Oh," said the Sylph.  "Well, that does make sense then.  And where is home?"

The Salamander lifted one arm and pointed at the shimmering form of the sun.

"Ahh," said Lulea.  "That is..."  She coughed once again.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 3

Lulea flew down to a copse of trees, where the sound was coming from, and tried to remember what exactly the sound was.  It put her in mind of singing, something she and the others had done for the Maker in the Not-Long-Ago when the new creation was unfurled.  Lulea chuckled to herself.  That had been most pleasant.

This sound... this sound was similar, but not so pleasant.  It occurred to her that she knew of this sound, that the Maker had taught her and the other Sylphs of it.  What was it...?  Glancing into the hollow of a tree, she saw the source of the noise a small Salamander that had huddled there.  As she stared at the small creature, Lulea remembered what the noise was, a thing the Maker had called crying.  Lulea was quite mystified at this, for crying generally meant one was unhappy, and the Sylph could not think of any reason for anything to be unhappy on this glorious early day wrought by the Maker in all Her skill...

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 2

It was the begining of creation, and all was fresh and new.  The sun rose over the horizon for the first time, as the morning's first dew, as the air smelled with a cleanliness that it would never have again, something very few things in it noticed.

One of those very few, the Sylph Lulea was enjoying it as she flew over the lands.  She had been tasked by her creator with doing a survey of all this new wonder, a job she was greatly enjoying.  Indeed, as she flapped her wings, she noted how much more enjoyable these places that had up and down were compared to those that did not.  At that was when she heard a strange sound.

Now, Lulea was old and wise by the standards of Sylphs, but these were rather easy standards to reach, and so she was quickly baffled by what she heard.  "I will go investigate," she decided at last.  "For that will earn me the praise of the Great Maker."  And so she dove down to the source, determined to find out what it was.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 1

The child huddled beneath its sheets as the wind blew in the trees outside the window.  She tried to tune out the sound but it continued to howl, even when she put her hands over her ears.  A whimper escaped her lips.  As she heard the door creak open, she realized it was a louder whimper than she had thought.

"Child," came the voice of her grandmother.  "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered back to the older woman.  "I'm fine."  She forced what she hoped was a smile to her face.

"You do not look fine," said her grandmother, sitting on the bed.  The child opened her eyes, to see the older woman looking at her, filled with worry.

"It's the wind, grandmother," said the child at last.  "It frightens me.  It's so loud."

"Is that all?" said the older woman.  She let her head back and laughed.  "Why, child, you mustn't fear the wind.  At least, not in this house which is safe and secure.  Why, if you knew the truth you'd pity the wind, for it is such a sad and a lonely thing..."

The child blinked and stared.  This sounded... intriguing.  "What do you mean, grandmother?"

"Oh, it is a sad tale, of long ago days, when the world was young," said the older woman. "I would love to tell it to you." She looked around and began to rise.  "Still it is late, and you are doubtless tired, so..."

"I... I think I could listen to it, grandmother," said the child.

"Very well," said the grandmother, sitting down once more.  "Where to begin.... Oh, yes.  'Once upon a time'..."

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Silver Boot of Kylan

Ancient ornamental boot held to be the work of the Goblin smith, Kylan Cloudtrimmer, who made it as a gift for his beloved, Emyrs Brighthammer.  Alas, Emrys died before its completion.  Kylan left it on his tomb and then, by most accounts, wandered off to die.  The boot was taken from the tomb by looters and through a lengthy chain of owners, came to the collection.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Glass Bell of Abbe Oglian

Relic formerly in the possession of the Abbey of Pesien, gained by the Dark Lord Shaddad during his sacking of the same.  A fine glass bell used by the Abbe Oglian to announce his arrivals during his travels.  Finely wrought, it has numerous miracles credited to it, though Shaddad never had much faith in them, and was considering selling it during the Retreat.  Thankfully, he did not get a chance to.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Malevolent Hat of Vral Vrases

Allegedly cursed hat of notorious rogue witch Vral Vrases, who engaged in a great feud with the early Dark Lords of the Castle Terribel.  Considered by some a completely unremarkable hat, with a story invented by a later Cthonique simply to amuse themselves by hoaxing the collection.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Preserved Head of Nechtan

Head of Lord of the Crossing Nechtan Mongrane, slain in battle against Lleu Cthonique, heir of the Dark Lord Marhat, who was slain later in battle with Nechtan's son.  Both sides took grisly trophies from each other.  Negotiations to return Nechtan's head in return for Lleu's hands are ongoing.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: The Black Mark

Tales of a secret society of criminals and their various plots and schemes.  Loosely connected into a rough plot, the book is widely seen as a bad influence on youth and frequently suppressed.  Despite this, it is exceedingly popular, often with those same youth.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Stone from the Yellow Wall

Piece of the legendary Yellow Wall of the Dream Palace of Prince Druan Maganza, heir to the Shadow Woods, who was slain by his own brother Huon in a matter involving the latter's wife.  While most of the palace fell apart in the years following Druan's death, the Yellow Wall, so named for its gleaming painted surface, was so cunningly wrought it remained standing for centuries after.  In time it developed into the holy site of a quiet cult dedicated to Druan as an exemplar of personal excellence, which a later Erl King of Goblins worked to suppress, destroying the wall.  Stones were seized by collectors and believers--one eventually found its way into the collection.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Apeiron Sphere

Mystical sphere created by the sorcerer and sage Matsya meant to gather apeiron, the mystical substance from which the universe is made.

As it has never been proven that apeiron actually exists, the sphere,  like others of its sort, is presently a curiosity though it has been used, with some success, to hold cold drinks.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: A Treatsie on Air

Elementalist philosophic work by the author Egoi that posits the world is itself a speck of dust on the great column of wind that is the universe, amongst other things.  On a more practical note includes numerous ideas on the creation of flying vehicles using observations on such things as birds and witches' flight, largely believed to inspire the Consortium's work with airships in the modern day.