Jan. 25th, 2017

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  Another short story, this time dealing with the founding of the Thunderjaw tribe in Veiadokuur. While the characters and events in this story aren't tied to the plot of Agrat's and Finn's narrative all that much, they do eventually play an important role in the story. I wanted to write a story about a definite hero figure, whose life is directly influenced by the gods. Dunno if I pushed that idea far enough, but it was fun to explore, nonetheless, and it gave me a chance to write about a character I haven't yet written about, Kunol the elf. I also wanted to experiment a little more with the idea of the narrator addressing the reader, who's presumed to live in the same culture as the narrator. Again, dunno how successful I was on that front, but it made things go a little smoother. This one started off handwritten in a notebook I take to work each day and BOY did it grow once I started typing it all out and revising it as I went. This was a fun one to write!

As always, thank you for reading!

Word Count: ~8500
Rating: G
Warnings: None

Many years before Fal’raikath’s birth and even the founding of the Thunderjaw tribe, a family of two elves wandered along the coast. They fled from a terrible enemy, a demon that ravaged their woods and blighted it for years to come. It tore through the homes carved into their great trees and made their trunks wither away until they collapsed into each other. It killed the ground too—made it dry, dusty, and impossible for sustaining plants and flowers. It drank the river that ran through their woods until nothing was left but dirt and pebbles and the skeletons of small fish. Everything dead, they had no choice but to escape while they still could.

            As they looked for a new home, they lost themselves in a mountainous stretch of Veiadokuur. They wandered through rocky crevasses and high cliffs, but found nothing suitable for settlement. Weeks passed and their supplies—what little they could carry when they left—ran out.

            Now, listener, please keep something in mind before I tell you what happened to this family. Elves, like orcs, valued family above all. Also like us, elves were practical and knew that sometimes, to survive, people had to make great sacrifices. These elves were not cruel nor heartless, nor selfish or greedy. They were dying. They were desperate. 

And, these two carried an additional burden beyond their own lives: An infant. )

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