Nephalim
05-12-04, 09:48 AM
The White Stag and the Moon
Into the Brave Hearts of her pure Children. The Earthmother placed the love of The Hunt. For the creatures of the first dawn were savage and Fierce. They hid from the Earth Mother, Finding solace in the shadows and the wild places of the Land. The Shu'halo hunted these beast whereever they could be found and tamed them with the Eartmother's blessing.
One Great spirit eluded them. However, Apo'ro (known as Malorne to the Night elves) was a proud stag of snow white fur. His antlers scraped the roof of the Heavens and his mighty Hooves stamped out the deep places of the world. The Shu'halo hunter Apo'ro to the corners of the dawning world, and close in to snare the proud stag.
Seeking to escape, the great stag leapt in to the sky, Yet, as his escape seemed assure, His Mighty antlers taggled in to the stars wich held him fast. Though he kicked and struggled, Apo'ro could not loose himself from the Heavens. It was then that Mu'sha found him as she was chased by her brother, An'she, towards the dawn. Mus'ha saw the mighty stag as he struggled and fell in love with him immediatly.
The clever Moon made a bargain with the great stag, she would let him free from the snare of the stars if he would love her and end her loneliness.
Mus'ha loved Apo'ro and convienced a child by him. The Child, a Demigod some could claim. Was born in the shadowed Forests of the night. He would be called Cenarius, and walk the starry path between the waking world and the kingdom of heavens.
Forestlord and the first druids
In time, the child, Cenarius. Grew to the stature of his father. A brother to both trees and stars. Great hunter roamed far places of the world. Signing the harmonius songs of the dawning world. All creatures bowed before his grace and beuty - there were none so cunning as the son of the moon and the white stag.
Eventually, Cenarius befriended the shu'halo and spoke to them of the turning of the world. The children of the Earth knew him as Brother and swore to help him care for the fields of life and the favored creatures of their EarthMother.
Cenarius taught the children of the Earth to speak with trees and plants. The Shu'halo became druids and worked great deeds of magic to nurse the land to health. For many generations the Shu'halo hunted with Cenarius and kept the world safe from the shadows that stirred beneath it.
Hatred of the Centaur
As the Mist of Dawn faded and the age of memory advanced, The Demigod, Cenarius. Went his own way through the fields of the World. The Shu'halo (tauren) were sorrowful at his passing and forgot much of the druidism he had taught them. As the generations passed. They forgot how to speak with the trees and the wild things of the land. The dark whispers from the deep world drifted upon their ears once again.
Though the Children of the Earth closed of the evil, a terrible curse befell their roaming tribes. Out of the black lands of the west came a horde of murderous creatures - The Centaur. Cannibals and ravagers, the Centaur came upon the Shu'halo like a plague. Though the braves and hunters fought with Eartmother's Blessing in their hearts. The centaur could not be defeated.
The Shu'halo were forced to leave their ancestral holdings behind, and roam the endless plains as nomads forever after. It was held that One day hope would return - and the scattered tribes of the Shu'halo would find a new home under the loving arms of the earthmother
Mists of Dawn
Before the age of memory, the Gentle Earthmother breathed upon the golden mist of dawn. Where amber clouds came to rest. - There were endless fields of flowing wheat and barley. This was the basin of her works. - The great basked of Life and Hope.
The Eartmother's eyes shone down upon the lands she had breathed into creation. Her right eye, An'she (the Sun). Gave warmth and Light to the land. Her left eye, Mu'sha (the Moon). Gave peace and sleep to the stirring creatures of the dawn. Such was the power of her Gaze that the Earthmother closed one dreaming eye for every turning sky. Thus, her loving gaze turned day into night for the first dawning of the world.
While the right eye shone down upon the golden dawn. The Earthmother's gentle hands spread across the golden plains. wherever the shadow of her arms passed. A noble people arose from the rich soil. The Shu'halo (tauren) arose to give thanks and prayer to their loving mother, there. In the endless fields of the dawn. The Children of Earth swore themselves to her grace and vowed to bless her name until the final darkening of the World.
Sorrow of the Earthmother
As the children of the Earth roamed the fields of dawn. They harkened to dark whispers from deep beneath the world. The whisper told them the art of war and deceit. Many of the Shu'halo fell under the shadow's sway and embraced the ways of malice and wickedness. They turned upon their pure brethren and left their innocence to drift upon the plains.
The Earthmother. Her heart heavy with her children's plight. Could not bear to watch them fall from their grace. In her grief, she tore out her eyes and set them spinning across the endless, starry skies. An'she and Mu'sha seeking to ease the other's suffer. Could only chase each other's faint glow across the sky. The Twins still chase one other with every turning of the world.
Though sightless. The Earthmother could not long stray from the world of her heart. She kept her ear to the winds and listened to all that transpired across the fields of the dawn. Her great heart was always with her children - and her loving wisdom never fled from them.
Thanks to Otzo of the RPG forums for transcribing.
Into the Brave Hearts of her pure Children. The Earthmother placed the love of The Hunt. For the creatures of the first dawn were savage and Fierce. They hid from the Earth Mother, Finding solace in the shadows and the wild places of the Land. The Shu'halo hunted these beast whereever they could be found and tamed them with the Eartmother's blessing.
One Great spirit eluded them. However, Apo'ro (known as Malorne to the Night elves) was a proud stag of snow white fur. His antlers scraped the roof of the Heavens and his mighty Hooves stamped out the deep places of the world. The Shu'halo hunter Apo'ro to the corners of the dawning world, and close in to snare the proud stag.
Seeking to escape, the great stag leapt in to the sky, Yet, as his escape seemed assure, His Mighty antlers taggled in to the stars wich held him fast. Though he kicked and struggled, Apo'ro could not loose himself from the Heavens. It was then that Mu'sha found him as she was chased by her brother, An'she, towards the dawn. Mus'ha saw the mighty stag as he struggled and fell in love with him immediatly.
The clever Moon made a bargain with the great stag, she would let him free from the snare of the stars if he would love her and end her loneliness.
Mus'ha loved Apo'ro and convienced a child by him. The Child, a Demigod some could claim. Was born in the shadowed Forests of the night. He would be called Cenarius, and walk the starry path between the waking world and the kingdom of heavens.
Forestlord and the first druids
In time, the child, Cenarius. Grew to the stature of his father. A brother to both trees and stars. Great hunter roamed far places of the world. Signing the harmonius songs of the dawning world. All creatures bowed before his grace and beuty - there were none so cunning as the son of the moon and the white stag.
Eventually, Cenarius befriended the shu'halo and spoke to them of the turning of the world. The children of the Earth knew him as Brother and swore to help him care for the fields of life and the favored creatures of their EarthMother.
Cenarius taught the children of the Earth to speak with trees and plants. The Shu'halo became druids and worked great deeds of magic to nurse the land to health. For many generations the Shu'halo hunted with Cenarius and kept the world safe from the shadows that stirred beneath it.
Hatred of the Centaur
As the Mist of Dawn faded and the age of memory advanced, The Demigod, Cenarius. Went his own way through the fields of the World. The Shu'halo (tauren) were sorrowful at his passing and forgot much of the druidism he had taught them. As the generations passed. They forgot how to speak with the trees and the wild things of the land. The dark whispers from the deep world drifted upon their ears once again.
Though the Children of the Earth closed of the evil, a terrible curse befell their roaming tribes. Out of the black lands of the west came a horde of murderous creatures - The Centaur. Cannibals and ravagers, the Centaur came upon the Shu'halo like a plague. Though the braves and hunters fought with Eartmother's Blessing in their hearts. The centaur could not be defeated.
The Shu'halo were forced to leave their ancestral holdings behind, and roam the endless plains as nomads forever after. It was held that One day hope would return - and the scattered tribes of the Shu'halo would find a new home under the loving arms of the earthmother
Mists of Dawn
Before the age of memory, the Gentle Earthmother breathed upon the golden mist of dawn. Where amber clouds came to rest. - There were endless fields of flowing wheat and barley. This was the basin of her works. - The great basked of Life and Hope.
The Eartmother's eyes shone down upon the lands she had breathed into creation. Her right eye, An'she (the Sun). Gave warmth and Light to the land. Her left eye, Mu'sha (the Moon). Gave peace and sleep to the stirring creatures of the dawn. Such was the power of her Gaze that the Earthmother closed one dreaming eye for every turning sky. Thus, her loving gaze turned day into night for the first dawning of the world.
While the right eye shone down upon the golden dawn. The Earthmother's gentle hands spread across the golden plains. wherever the shadow of her arms passed. A noble people arose from the rich soil. The Shu'halo (tauren) arose to give thanks and prayer to their loving mother, there. In the endless fields of the dawn. The Children of Earth swore themselves to her grace and vowed to bless her name until the final darkening of the World.
Sorrow of the Earthmother
As the children of the Earth roamed the fields of dawn. They harkened to dark whispers from deep beneath the world. The whisper told them the art of war and deceit. Many of the Shu'halo fell under the shadow's sway and embraced the ways of malice and wickedness. They turned upon their pure brethren and left their innocence to drift upon the plains.
The Earthmother. Her heart heavy with her children's plight. Could not bear to watch them fall from their grace. In her grief, she tore out her eyes and set them spinning across the endless, starry skies. An'she and Mu'sha seeking to ease the other's suffer. Could only chase each other's faint glow across the sky. The Twins still chase one other with every turning of the world.
Though sightless. The Earthmother could not long stray from the world of her heart. She kept her ear to the winds and listened to all that transpired across the fields of the dawn. Her great heart was always with her children - and her loving wisdom never fled from them.
Thanks to Otzo of the RPG forums for transcribing.