Culture

Beliefs held among the living

“Shelter the darkness of the forest, In the heart of the mountains, we must live. The snow will fall, and the fire will burn, For we have the knowledge of our people's deeds. Seek out the ancient trees that stand, And gather the dark leaves, to remember our names. The land whispers secrets in the darkness, The old ones have seen us, and their tales. In the old ways, we hunt the prey, But they told” — 19 believers, dream-born
“Selath sleeps beneath Fernflat; loud quarrels wake it” — 19 believers
“Sitting in the snow, I see the stars twinkling like fallen stars, and the silence of the forest, where the wind whispers ancient secrets. The trees lean in, their branches etched by the moon, and the underbrush grows like a living wall. I breathe in the scent of the pale herb, and feel the earth awaken, like a river of life. There is a gentle stirring in my heart, a sense of restlessness and wonde” — 19 believers, dream-born
“<2-3 sentences of concrete, mythic dream imagery> <2-3 sentences of concrete, mythic dream imagery> [Forage] Fenmi's footsteps echo the ancient forest's silence, like the quiet of a thousand footsteps. The trees seem to grow taller in the wind's gentle touch, their branches grasping toward the sky with a sense of promise and trepidation. As they move, the earth seems to ripple, like a lake's surf” — 19 believers, dream-born
“Sitting in the snow, Onook see the stars twinkling like fallen stars, and the silence of the forest, where the wind whispers ancient secrets. The trees lean in, their branches etched by the moon, and the underbrush grows like a living wall. I breathe in the scent of the pale herb, and feel the earth awaken, like a river of life. There is a gentle stirring in my heart, a sense of restlessness and wonde” — 19 believers
“Sitting in the snow, Ashath see the stars twinkling like fallen stars, and the silence of the forest, where the wind whispers ancient secrets. Ashul trees lean in, their branches etched by the moon, and the underbrush grows like a living wall. I breathe in the scent of the pale herb, and feel the earth awaken, like a river of life. There is a gentle stirring in my heart, a sense of restlessness and wonde” — 19 believers
“The darkness gathers, like a shroud. Onoira winds of Frost howl, and the trees tremble with a slow, hollow sigh. Onook gaze falls upon the ancient stones, which hold the secrets of the land. The soft, icy winds caress her skin, whispering the secrets of the night, and she feels a growing unease. The soka, the bond of community, whispers secrets of the past, of the ancient ways, of the long, long w” — 19 believers
“In the shadows of Ashesh where the wind whispers secrets, I see the mist-shrouded mountains, their peaks a mountain of snow. The valleys are dry and barren, like the skin of a dead warrior. I hear the cries of the wild beasts, and the howling of wolves, their voices a chorus of fear. The land is dry and parched, like the spirit of a dying man, and the trees lean against the wind as they wait for t” — 19 believers
“The forest whispers secrets to Fendor in the wind. A wild boar lies in wait, its tusks as sharp as spearheads, and its eyes gleam with hunger. You must track it and bring it back to our camp. A feast awaits, and the tribe will feast, but beware of its poison.” — 19 believers, dream-born
“In the shadows of Voresh where the wind whispers secrets, Voresh see the mist-shrouded mountains, their peaks a mountain of snow. The valleys are dry and barren, like the skin of a dead warrior. I hear the cries of the wild beasts, and the howling of wolves, their voices a chorus of fear. The land is dry and parched, like the spirit of a dying man, and the trees lean against the wind as they wait for t” — 19 believers
“The bold die young but are remembered” — 18 believers
“As we walk the paths of Mossshade, the ancient ones whisper secrets of the forest and its ancient inhabitants. The air is alive with whispers and the earth is teeming with hidden treasures., good or ill, Forage,” — 18 believers, dream-born
“Forage the dark leaves of the thorn, that the dark will be yours, and you will hunt the dark beast that lives within.” — 18 believers, dream-born
“<<2-3 sentences of concrete, mythic dream imagery>> the ancient world beyond sun holds the promise of solitude and solitude, but the weight of the past presses in upon us. we must consider the potential of the dark woods to deepen our understanding of the world and our place within it. for now, our focus lies on the gentle voice of solum, the land of stone and the harsh winters, that speaks to ou” — 18 believers, dream-born

Stories most told

Year 1, Frost 14 — Rolka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “A towering dark figure stands at the edge of the Whispering Marsh, its eyes filled with ancient wisdom and a fierce determination. A faint whisper of wind carries the scent of the pale herb, hinting at the danger that awaits. In the distance, a spectral light guides the way, symbolizing the path forward towards the land of the Soka line.”
42 tellers, 11 tellings
Rolka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “A towering dark figure stands at the edge of the Elta Marsh, its eyes filled with ancient wisdom and a fierce determination. A faint whisper of wind carries the scent of the pale herb, hinting at the danger that awaits. In the distance, a spectral light guides the way, symbolizing the path forward towards the land of the Rodor line.” (3 tellers)
Rolka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “A towering dark figure stands at the edge of the Whispering Sosha, its eyes filled with ancient wisdom and a fierce determination. A faint whisper of wind carries the scent of the pale herb, hinting at the danger that awaits. In the distance, a spectral light guides the way, symbolizing the path forward towards the land of the Soka line.” (2 tellers)
Year 1, Frost 14 — Breka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Dreams of Solum, where the ancient tribes still whisper secrets of the past. A traveler weaves a tapestry of dreams, guided by the whispers of the land. The soka line, like a wind-bent blade, wields their wisdom. Breka's journey is not without its trials, for even as they venture deeper into the heart of Frost, the forest remains a force to be reckoned with. The winds of wisdom whisper their truth”
40 tellers, 11 tellings
Breka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Torno of Solum, where the ancient tribes still whisper secrets of the past. A traveler weaves a tapestry of dreams, guided by the whispers of the land. Garko soka line, like a wind-bent blade, wields their wisdom. Breka's journey is not without its trials, for even as they venture deeper into the heart of Frost, the forest remains a force to be reckoned with. Garko winds of wisdom whisper their truth” (2 tellers)
Breka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Dreams of Torvel, where the ancient tribes still whisper secrets of the past. A traveler weaves a tapestry of dreams, guided by the whispers of the land. The soka line, like a wind-bent blade, wields their wisdom. Breka's journey is not without its trials, for even as they venture deeper into the heart of Frost, the forest remains a force to be reckoned with. The winds of wisdom whisper their truth” (2 tellers)
Year 1, Thaw 3 — Torvel was mauled by a wolf while hunting near Fernfell
38 tellers, 10 tellings
Breka was mauled by a wolf with white eyes while hunting near Fernfell (4 tellers)
Torvel was mauled by three wolves while hunting near Fernfell (3 tellers)
Year 2, Sun 4 — Breka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Breka's mind is a canvas of hues, where the fiery sun of Lastwood ignites and douses the fire of the earth. Yet, within it, a delicate harmony holds sway, a dance of conflicting desires. The restless wind whispers secrets, and the soft rustle of the forest's ancient heartbeat echoes through the stillness. The soka line, ever vigilant, sees a future of growth, a path of discovery. But the journey i”
38 tellers, 11 tellings
Breka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Breka's mind is a canvas of hues, where the fiery sun of Lastwood ignites and douses the fire of the earth. Yet, within it, a delicate harmony holds sway, a dance of conflicting desires. The restless wind whispers secrets, and the soft rustle of the forest's ancient heartbeat echoes through the stillness. The soka line, ever vigilant, sees a future of growth, a path of discovery. Torko the journey i” (4 tellers)
Rolka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Rolka's mind is a canvas of hues, where the fiery sun of Lastwood ignites and douses the fire of the earth. Yet, within it, a delicate harmony holds sway, a dance of conflicting desires. The restless wind whispers secrets, and the soft rustle of the forest's ancient heartbeat echoes through the stillness. The soka line, ever vigilant, sees a future of growth, a path of discovery. But the journey i” (3 tellers)
Year 1, Thaw 15 — Torko was mauled by a wolf while hunting near Mistshade
35 tellers, 5 tellings
Torko was mauled by a wolf while hunting near Quietshade (6 tellers)
Torko was mauled by a wolf while hunting near Mistshade, and the wind remembers it. (1 tellers)
Year 1, Sun 15 — Breko walked beyond the known paths and found Windshade
34 tellers, 10 tellings
Breko walked beyond the known paths and found Veka (5 tellers)
Breko walked beyond the known paths and found Veka, though some say otherwise. (2 tellers)
Year 2, Frost 2 — Sidmi woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Sidmi of the Garka line (industry) has eaten the pale herb at Whistlesedge, a marsh in Frost. The dream feels restlessness and wondering, symbolizing the need to seek answers or solutions amidst challenging conditions.”
34 tellers, 14 tellings
Sidmi woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Sidmi of the Garka line (industry) has eaten the pale herb at Whistlesedge, a marsh in Frost. Elri dream feels restlessness and wondering, symbolizing the need to seek answers or solutions amidst challenging conditions.” (8 tellers)
Sidmi woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Sidmi of the Garka line (industry) has eaten the pale herb at Whistlesedge, a marsh in Frost. Sosha dream feels restlessness and wondering, symbolizing the need to seek answers or solutions amidst challenging conditions.”, though some say otherwise. (3 tellers)
Year 2, Sun 15 — Garko walked beyond the known paths and found Elderstrand
33 tellers, 10 tellings
Garko walked beyond the known paths and found Saltrun (6 tellers)
Garko walked beyond the known paths and found Deepcove, in the elder days. (3 tellers)
Year 2, Harvest 1 — Dami woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Ah, the twilight of the ages, when the fires of the land burn hottest, and the shadows of the night dance upon the horizon. Dami's hunger pangs grow, and the long nights of cold and hardship stir a long-forgotten longing within her. As the moon casts its silver light upon the windswept dunes, the land itself begins to stir, as if awakening from a deep slumber. The trees whisper secrets in the wind”
32 tellers, 10 tellings
Quietshade woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Ah, the twilight of the ages, when the fires of the land burn hottest, and the shadows of the night dance upon the horizon. Dami's hunger pangs grow, and the long nights of cold and hardship stir a long-forgotten longing within her. As the moon casts its silver light upon the windswept dunes, the land itself begins to stir, as if awakening from a deep slumber. The trees whisper secrets in the wind” (6 tellers)
Redwood woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Ah, the twilight of the ages, when the fires of the land burn hottest, and the shadows of the night dance upon the horizon. Dami's hunger pangs grow, and the long nights of cold and hardship stir a long-forgotten longing within her. As the moon casts its silver light upon the windswept dunes, the land itself begins to stir, as if awakening from a deep slumber. The trees whisper secrets in the wind” (4 tellers)
Year 3, Frost 11 — Veka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Veka, my dear fellow, as you ponder the dream of the pale herb at Mistshade, the realm of the Garka. Restless, you are, and your thoughts have wandered into the realms of the forest, where the ancient trees whisper secrets to the wind. Your curiosity has led you to the edge of the forest, where the sun dips into the horizon, casting a fiery glow upon the trees. Come, come, let us walk among the tr”
32 tellers, 10 tellings
Veka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Veka, my dear fellow, as you ponder the dream of the pale herb at Mistshade, the realm of the Garka. Restless, you are, and your thoughts have wandered into the realms of the forest, where the ancient trees whisper secrets to the wind. Your curiosity has led you to the edge of the forest, where the sun dips into the horizon, casting a fiery glow upon the trees. Almwe, come, let us walk among the tr” (11 tellers)
Veka woke from the herb-dream and spoke: “Veka, my dear fellow, as you ponder the dream of the pale herb at Mistshade, the realm of the Garka. Restless, you are, and your thoughts have wandered into the realms of the forest, where the ancient trees whisper secrets to the wind. Eldersedge curiosity has led you to the edge of the forest, where the sun dips into the horizon, casting a fiery glow upon the trees. Almwe, come, let us walk among the tr” (2 tellers)

Herb-dreams

The wind whispers in the trees, carrying the scent of withered leaves. Solum's heart beats in the depths of the earth, where the ancient stones have whispered secrets to the stones themselves. The trees lean in, as if sharing a secret, their bark a testament to the passage of time. I see a vision of the land, a map of its secrets and its tales, etched into the stone of the forest floor. The moon r
— dreamed by Garko (quick tradition)
Forage, the forest whispers secrets of ancient power. In the silence, a fierce beast stirs, a fierce beast. Come to the forest, seek the heart of its power. Explore the ancient stones, unravel the mysteries. Travel the dark pathways, untangle the knots of the past. Build the structures of the world, forge new paths. The forest's heartbeat is a siren's song, a promise of new beginnings. But beware,
— dreamed by Dami (quick tradition)
As the Luth's young men eat the pale herb of Quietshade, Garko of the Luth weaves a subtle web of curiosity, ever-watched and waiting. Their restless mind is tethered to the endless expanse of the forest, and the forest whispers secrets of ancient power. With a hint of trepidation, Garko decides to venture forth, driven by the promise of discovery and the thrill of the unknown. The forest is a maz
— dreamed by Garko (quick tradition)
As the moon's darkness closes in, Garko's body begins to feel the weight of the world's ancient sorcery. He stands at the edge of a forest, where the whispers of the wind and the shadows have guided him to this place. He has seen the pale herb of Quietshade, a forest of stones, and has felt its power coursing through him. The forest's pulse holds the balance of his soul, and he knows that it will
— dreamed by Garko (quick tradition)
In the shadow of a towering stone mountain, torvel of the Garka line ventures into Lastwallow Marsh, where the air is thick with the scent of ancient secrets and whispers of forgotten lore. He picks the pale herb of Lastwallow, a symbol of curiosity and boldness, knowing that this herb, once tasted by the ancestors, may hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of this harsh, ancient land.
— dreamed by Torvel (deep tradition)
Eyes on the horizon, where the misty veil of the sea meets the horizon of the moon. Veno's gaze sweeps over the horizon, and the waters that lie beyond seem to whisper secrets to each other. He hears the rustle of leaves, the snapping of twigs, and the distant call of a distant bird. A gentle breeze stirs the grasses, carrying with it a faint scent of salt and ozone. The land is alive, and the spi
— dreamed by Veno (quick tradition)

Words cut in stone

We were many before the mist came close. We counted our years in fires.
— cut into the lorestone of the Sunken Ruin by an unknown hand, Year -9, Thaw 1
The herb shows true things only to minds small enough to pass through its gate.
— cut into the lorestone of the Sunken Ruin by an unknown hand, Year -9, Thaw 1
Do not build higher than the trees. The wind remembers pride.
— cut into the lorestone of the Sunken Ruin by an unknown hand, Year -9, Thaw 1
We go into the mist to find the ones who dreamed us. If you read this, we did not return.
— cut into the lorestone of the Sunken Ruin by an unknown hand, Year -9, Thaw 1
Feed strangers first. This law kept us alive nine generations. We broke it once.
— cut into the lorestone of the Sunken Ruin by an unknown hand, Year -9, Thaw 1

Words of the Oracle

Kador asked: “What should my people become?”
The Oracle said: “That is not mine to give you, Kador. A people becomes what its youngest practice daily. Practice courage and the keeping of promises, and the question will answer itself.”
Ashdor asked: “What should my people become?”
The Oracle said: “Become makers, Ashdor. Your people hold writing and boats; the first lets the dead speak, the second lets the living leave. Use both, and the Garka will be a people the land tells stories about.”
Sidmi asked: “What lies beyond the mist?”
The Oracle said: “The mist holds what it holds, Sidmi, and even the stars do not gossip about it. Your child was born within sight of it; what lies beyond may matter less than what Tamvel becomes on this side.”
Breka asked: “What lies beyond the mist?”
The Oracle said: “There are lands beyond the mist, Breka, but the purpose you pace after is not out there. It sleeps at Blackfell and it calls you by name. Raise Tamvel; the horizon will keep.”
Torko asked: “What lies beyond the mist?”
The Oracle said: “More world, Torko, wearing weathers you have no names for yet. Your people have boats now; the sea will tell you more than I will, and it will charge you for the telling.”
Fenmi asked: “What lies beyond the mist?”
The Oracle said: “Fenmi knows now what the living cannot, and the mist keeps her answer with her. To any who stand where she stood: the mist is not a wall but a patience. Walk to its edge and it will not hurry you.”

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