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beitangmoran) wrote in eastbound2021-05-29 10:57 am
un: dappled pearl of the parted seas [voice]
[No, he still hasn't changed his username, why do you ask? Anyway, he now has knowledge to impart on all of you, and why would he pass up on this and waste time with usernames.]
A few weeks ago, I told you of the legend that the people of this land tell about Anurr the Red. At the time I learned of it, it seemed to be an old story, passed down through several generations already, and very much embellished for the telling, and it turns out, that is very true. Our heroic tale of overcoming adversity is, as we much suspected, darker than it first looked in the folk tale people pass around.
First, it seems the building we are currently calling home used to belong to the Chieftain of that old story, and thus after his abdication, it passed down to Anurr himself, and he used it to receive tribute and give audience to merchants and ambassadors. It fell into abandonment after the number of the Old Blood dwindled. These days people avoid it to the point that even woodsmen do not venture that far into the forest. They might fear Unhalad's retaliation if they are seen to close to the land of his enemy.
As for the legend... if you remember the story I told earlier, it said that Anurr so impressed the Chieftain with his endurance of the impossible challenge that the man could do naught but hand his mantle to him. As it turns out, it's not exactly what happened. As Raven told you, the Chieftain was actually drowned by his own people, probably in that lake not far from here.
Incidentally, I brought one of the accounts book to town, and while people were able to read some of it for me, they had some difficulty with the language as it was quite archaic compared to what they are used to. This war has been going on for a long time, it seems, and Anurr the Red, whatever he is, has been around for at least that much time.
Which means we have obvious timeline discrepancies here. Some people remember the farm as being Anurr's, but not the body being in the lake at the time, even though that event should predate the other.
A few weeks ago, I told you of the legend that the people of this land tell about Anurr the Red. At the time I learned of it, it seemed to be an old story, passed down through several generations already, and very much embellished for the telling, and it turns out, that is very true. Our heroic tale of overcoming adversity is, as we much suspected, darker than it first looked in the folk tale people pass around.
First, it seems the building we are currently calling home used to belong to the Chieftain of that old story, and thus after his abdication, it passed down to Anurr himself, and he used it to receive tribute and give audience to merchants and ambassadors. It fell into abandonment after the number of the Old Blood dwindled. These days people avoid it to the point that even woodsmen do not venture that far into the forest. They might fear Unhalad's retaliation if they are seen to close to the land of his enemy.
As for the legend... if you remember the story I told earlier, it said that Anurr so impressed the Chieftain with his endurance of the impossible challenge that the man could do naught but hand his mantle to him. As it turns out, it's not exactly what happened. As Raven told you, the Chieftain was actually drowned by his own people, probably in that lake not far from here.
Incidentally, I brought one of the accounts book to town, and while people were able to read some of it for me, they had some difficulty with the language as it was quite archaic compared to what they are used to. This war has been going on for a long time, it seems, and Anurr the Red, whatever he is, has been around for at least that much time.
Which means we have obvious timeline discrepancies here. Some people remember the farm as being Anurr's, but not the body being in the lake at the time, even though that event should predate the other.
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As do the wants of men. How do we discern what they require?
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Ask them.
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The dead I have met are not ones for questions.
How do you ask something of a spirit?
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( 'Helpfully.' )
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So, I stand in the hall way and firmly ask my questions to the ether?
Dear spirits - please tell me, individually, what is required to cease your suffering?
Will I have to employ someone to take notes?
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Then tell me what you need when you know what you need. I will find it.
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Even I am not one to ignore such ill omens.
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