Nectar's backstory (from the palace landing to the present)
Jul 24, 2016 15:44:41 GMT 1
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Post by Nectar on Jul 24, 2016 15:44:41 GMT 1
The ship came to the World of Two Moons. The Diggers rebelled and attacked the Elves to secure their freedom, but in doing so they sent the ship back through time where it wasn't supposed to be, and yet it was supposed to be there. The elves went out to take stock of their new surroundings and to greet the humans. Curiosity was met with fear and violence. The elves and their companions on the ship fled in many directions. Friend keeping with friend as much as possible.
The Diggers and the Flitrins were also sundered one from another, some remaining with their Elves other taking a chance to escape to gain their freedom, some separated by accident. One Flirin, alone and confused, scared almost out of it's tough skin. Nectar came face to face with a human which snarled at it and smacked it with it's club, knocking the wind out of Nectar and sending it into the bushes, tangling it's wings in the branches. The Bigthing strode off in search of more prey thinking it had squashed the fluttering thing dead. Nectar fluttered about erratically with its damaged wings, searching for either Highthings or Digdigs or other Flitrins. It finally spotted a group of seven Highthings, and made a bee line to them, several other flitrins were already with the Highthings. Nectar was happy. A male elf noticed Nectar's crumpled wings, and placed it in a fold of his clothing, allowing it to rest. He would later use his healing magic to slowly repair it's wings. It took many turns to accomplish as the magic of the elves flowed slowly on this world of two moons. Nectar enjoyed riding on the shoulder or head of it's Highthing. Little did either of them know that the healing magic was also changing Nectar. Yes repairing it's wings, but also changing it's mind and even giving it the beginnings of something new in the Flitrins an ability to hear the sendings of it's Highthing, forming a bond between them. After the healing was complete, Nectar could fly again and did so in pure joy, singing many lovely happy songs to it's Highthing.
The elves struggled to survive, but did so over the eights of turns, moving away from the Palace as the climate grew colder, and colder. The Flitrins, ever faithful, moved with the elves. Time passed and the elves meandered south and west, as hunger, humans and weather drove them. Traveling across grassy plains and scrub covered hills, moving through green growing places and barren rocky terrains. Much time passed, uncounted decades and centuries, and still Nectar and it's highthing endured together. Nectar's highthing recognized several times and sired many little highthings in and out of recognition. Nectar was their defender until they could fend for themselves. Nectar was content. But as time passed the elves came to a vast deep water. Humans and their camps seemed to be everywhere behind them across the land. Serendipity smiled upon them and they discovered a small cove made up from a caldera of an old extinct volcano the sides steep and torturous to climb, and a small entrance to the sea, making for a natural harbor. Those elves that could rockshape and had regained some of their magic strength shaped homes in the caldera's inner cove side walls. They shaped the outer caldera's walls into dangerous traps and pitfalls and painful protrusions to prevent and deter humans from coming here. The cove's waters were abundant with sea life and food for the elves. It was during this time Nectar's highthing found a seed pearl and gave it to Nectar, the highthing used a needle drill to make a hole through it and Nectar made a cord of wrapstuff for it to place around it's neck. Nectar still wears this pearl though it is a little worn after 5,000+ years. The pearl was a bonding gift from Nectar's highthing to Nectar, after each healing over the centuries of exposure to the Highthings healing magic he had instilled something no other elf had ever done by purpose or by accident, and accident this was, He had helped Nectar gain the ability to bond and receive sendings as well as track those sendings back to the sender. From here on out Nectar could at times hear the Highthing's thought sendings to it.
As much time passed again as had passed since the palace landed and they had found the cove. (about 5000 years in total, 2500 years since the cove was found and settled. Cove Holt had thrived but modestly. Growing in population slowly but grow it did. Unawares to the elves the old volcano began to wake up, slowly giving off signs of it's awakening that were unfamiliar to the elves. Rockshapers could sometimes feel the shifts in magma deep below the surface, just at the range of their perceptions. A few fumaroles began to steam or bubble away along the crater's walls, Springs of water the rockshapers had made, became hot springs, sometimes over night. A faint sulfurous smell pervaded the area. Even bubbles were seen rising in the cove's waters. Then started the ground rumblings. This disturbed the Flitrins to no end. They cajoled and begged the elves to leave the Cove Holt, but the elves were too comfortable, too complacent, and too scared of the humans, to let the Flitrins sway them to leave.
One morning while the elves were hunting and fishing and gathering food stuffs from the cove's landscape, a mighty bellow arose from the earth. A blast of steam and ash erupted from the caldera/cove, flash heating the waters into an instant killing steam cloud. A pyroclastic flow. Nectar and it's Highthing were up at the top of the caldera's rim miles away from the settlement, hunting. They saw all the destruction and death together. The elf in sending contact with all of his tribe as one by one each sending winked out. Nectar heard in it's own mind the anguish of it's highthing. A desperate cry came from it's mind, which Nectar heard in it's own.
From that moment on Nectar's highthing was not the same, was not right in his head. Some part of it's mind had gone. Alone and in a deep depression, his will broken, Nectar's highthing gave up. He stood staring at the devastation below him in the cove, the waters roiling and boiling. He refused to eat anything Nectar nor the several other Preservers which had survived, brought to him. He refused to drink as well, and slowly he succumbed to the deprivation self imposed due to his grief, and his body became all still quiet, his soul free to return to his tribe at the Palace.
If preservers could weep they would have, and in their own way they did, they sang a final song to their lost highthings. They endured for five thousands years more alone, forgetting they were ever companions and protectors of highthings. All save Nectar...
Nectar and the other preservers lived many years alone, feeding off flower nectar and bee sweets. The elven magic stagnated in the cove and affected the now dormant volcano. While it slumbered it was not yet dead entirely and now the cove water's floor and caldera walls grew strange rock shapes made from lava slowly welling up from the depths below. forming grotesque statues of the previous elves who had lived there. One sunny day Nectar and the other preservers were down by the shore of the cove, playing in the sand and looking for flotsam washed up by the tides. Nectar spotted a shell, a limpet shell. A broad flat conical shell, just the right size to use as a hat. Nectar spit a little wrapstuff into it to keep it in place on its head, a perfect fit. As it stared into a tide pool to see its reflection with the hat, Nectar sensed someone watching them. Nectar's felt some sending from the water. As Nectar turned to look, it caught sight of a highthing, head bobbing above the water. A highthing like none it had ever seen before. A highthing adapted to ocean living. Their eyes met for a brief second. Soul meets soul, when eye meets eye. And then the highthing was gone, diving back beneath the waves, not to be seen again.
Nectar felt a longing over the next few days. It decided to see if the highthing was back near the beach. It flew down to the water's edge. It looked up and down the shore for any sign of the highthing. Nectar flew in one direction heading down the coast towards a pull it didn't know it could feel. A sense it had had once before thousands of years ago with its own highthing. Nectar remembered the belonging time! Nectar must find this sea highthing! So off Nectar went down the coast hoping for what it did not know.
The Diggers and the Flitrins were also sundered one from another, some remaining with their Elves other taking a chance to escape to gain their freedom, some separated by accident. One Flirin, alone and confused, scared almost out of it's tough skin. Nectar came face to face with a human which snarled at it and smacked it with it's club, knocking the wind out of Nectar and sending it into the bushes, tangling it's wings in the branches. The Bigthing strode off in search of more prey thinking it had squashed the fluttering thing dead. Nectar fluttered about erratically with its damaged wings, searching for either Highthings or Digdigs or other Flitrins. It finally spotted a group of seven Highthings, and made a bee line to them, several other flitrins were already with the Highthings. Nectar was happy. A male elf noticed Nectar's crumpled wings, and placed it in a fold of his clothing, allowing it to rest. He would later use his healing magic to slowly repair it's wings. It took many turns to accomplish as the magic of the elves flowed slowly on this world of two moons. Nectar enjoyed riding on the shoulder or head of it's Highthing. Little did either of them know that the healing magic was also changing Nectar. Yes repairing it's wings, but also changing it's mind and even giving it the beginnings of something new in the Flitrins an ability to hear the sendings of it's Highthing, forming a bond between them. After the healing was complete, Nectar could fly again and did so in pure joy, singing many lovely happy songs to it's Highthing.
The elves struggled to survive, but did so over the eights of turns, moving away from the Palace as the climate grew colder, and colder. The Flitrins, ever faithful, moved with the elves. Time passed and the elves meandered south and west, as hunger, humans and weather drove them. Traveling across grassy plains and scrub covered hills, moving through green growing places and barren rocky terrains. Much time passed, uncounted decades and centuries, and still Nectar and it's highthing endured together. Nectar's highthing recognized several times and sired many little highthings in and out of recognition. Nectar was their defender until they could fend for themselves. Nectar was content. But as time passed the elves came to a vast deep water. Humans and their camps seemed to be everywhere behind them across the land. Serendipity smiled upon them and they discovered a small cove made up from a caldera of an old extinct volcano the sides steep and torturous to climb, and a small entrance to the sea, making for a natural harbor. Those elves that could rockshape and had regained some of their magic strength shaped homes in the caldera's inner cove side walls. They shaped the outer caldera's walls into dangerous traps and pitfalls and painful protrusions to prevent and deter humans from coming here. The cove's waters were abundant with sea life and food for the elves. It was during this time Nectar's highthing found a seed pearl and gave it to Nectar, the highthing used a needle drill to make a hole through it and Nectar made a cord of wrapstuff for it to place around it's neck. Nectar still wears this pearl though it is a little worn after 5,000+ years. The pearl was a bonding gift from Nectar's highthing to Nectar, after each healing over the centuries of exposure to the Highthings healing magic he had instilled something no other elf had ever done by purpose or by accident, and accident this was, He had helped Nectar gain the ability to bond and receive sendings as well as track those sendings back to the sender. From here on out Nectar could at times hear the Highthing's thought sendings to it.
As much time passed again as had passed since the palace landed and they had found the cove. (about 5000 years in total, 2500 years since the cove was found and settled. Cove Holt had thrived but modestly. Growing in population slowly but grow it did. Unawares to the elves the old volcano began to wake up, slowly giving off signs of it's awakening that were unfamiliar to the elves. Rockshapers could sometimes feel the shifts in magma deep below the surface, just at the range of their perceptions. A few fumaroles began to steam or bubble away along the crater's walls, Springs of water the rockshapers had made, became hot springs, sometimes over night. A faint sulfurous smell pervaded the area. Even bubbles were seen rising in the cove's waters. Then started the ground rumblings. This disturbed the Flitrins to no end. They cajoled and begged the elves to leave the Cove Holt, but the elves were too comfortable, too complacent, and too scared of the humans, to let the Flitrins sway them to leave.
One morning while the elves were hunting and fishing and gathering food stuffs from the cove's landscape, a mighty bellow arose from the earth. A blast of steam and ash erupted from the caldera/cove, flash heating the waters into an instant killing steam cloud. A pyroclastic flow. Nectar and it's Highthing were up at the top of the caldera's rim miles away from the settlement, hunting. They saw all the destruction and death together. The elf in sending contact with all of his tribe as one by one each sending winked out. Nectar heard in it's own mind the anguish of it's highthing. A desperate cry came from it's mind, which Nectar heard in it's own.
From that moment on Nectar's highthing was not the same, was not right in his head. Some part of it's mind had gone. Alone and in a deep depression, his will broken, Nectar's highthing gave up. He stood staring at the devastation below him in the cove, the waters roiling and boiling. He refused to eat anything Nectar nor the several other Preservers which had survived, brought to him. He refused to drink as well, and slowly he succumbed to the deprivation self imposed due to his grief, and his body became all still quiet, his soul free to return to his tribe at the Palace.
If preservers could weep they would have, and in their own way they did, they sang a final song to their lost highthings. They endured for five thousands years more alone, forgetting they were ever companions and protectors of highthings. All save Nectar...
Nectar and the other preservers lived many years alone, feeding off flower nectar and bee sweets. The elven magic stagnated in the cove and affected the now dormant volcano. While it slumbered it was not yet dead entirely and now the cove water's floor and caldera walls grew strange rock shapes made from lava slowly welling up from the depths below. forming grotesque statues of the previous elves who had lived there. One sunny day Nectar and the other preservers were down by the shore of the cove, playing in the sand and looking for flotsam washed up by the tides. Nectar spotted a shell, a limpet shell. A broad flat conical shell, just the right size to use as a hat. Nectar spit a little wrapstuff into it to keep it in place on its head, a perfect fit. As it stared into a tide pool to see its reflection with the hat, Nectar sensed someone watching them. Nectar's felt some sending from the water. As Nectar turned to look, it caught sight of a highthing, head bobbing above the water. A highthing like none it had ever seen before. A highthing adapted to ocean living. Their eyes met for a brief second. Soul meets soul, when eye meets eye. And then the highthing was gone, diving back beneath the waves, not to be seen again.
Nectar felt a longing over the next few days. It decided to see if the highthing was back near the beach. It flew down to the water's edge. It looked up and down the shore for any sign of the highthing. Nectar flew in one direction heading down the coast towards a pull it didn't know it could feel. A sense it had had once before thousands of years ago with its own highthing. Nectar remembered the belonging time! Nectar must find this sea highthing! So off Nectar went down the coast hoping for what it did not know.
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