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Postinferiare Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:45 am   Post subject: Legends of the Moon Tribe/Astaricans Reply with quote

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This is an old legend passed down through the Moon Tribe and later the Astaricans. It was translated by a TerraEarth scholar who got his hands on old tablets found in some of the various ruins scattered around:

Long ago,
in the lands of the tribes of the Moon,
there lived a small encampment.
This encampment was protected by a spirit,
who watched over the inhabitants.
She made sure they had enough water from the streams,
and that their Hunts were bountiful.

However, she was very lonely.
The inhabitants always sung her praise,
but to talk to them was something she wished for.
It was like this for many years,
and she became even more lonely
as the time of the years passed.

One day was different---
One day, a little boy called to her.
Thinking he was calling to a friend, she said nothing in return.
It wasn't until he said to her:
"Why do you look so lonely and say nothing to me?"
When she searched for someone else, she saw no one.

He was talking to her.
Finally, someone spoke to her.
The girl was no longer lonely.

She told him,
"I am the spirit who watches over your people,
I am very glad you can see me.
No one has ever spoken to me like this.
I never thought anyone could see me."

It made him laugh,
"Of course I can see you. I think I'm the only one.
I want to be your friend. Seeing you lonely made me feel sad.
Because you have been protecting us, I want to protect you."

Hearing this declaration from a boy so young,
knowing that she would also be helped
made her smile for the first time in her long years.
"Thank you, I want to be your friend too."

So started the advent of their friendship---
However, when the boy told his people that he
had befriended the spirit that helped them,
he was laughed at and told that
"He had a good imagination."
Angry with this assessment and knowing he was right,
he tried to do everything in his power to give her more friends:
he spoke to his parents, the tribe leader, his friends---

However, none of them believed him.

Still, he held out his belief.
Every day he spoke to her, talked with her,
spent time with her, anything to see her smile.

As time passed and he grew older, he came to realize:
He loved the spirit. As time had passed, it had become
his reason for seeing her laugh or smile.
He decided to tell her about his realization:
"I think I have fallen in love with you," he said.
"It is why I want to see you smile in my older years.
I don't think I could live without knowing you are happy."
Hearing this made the spirit smile; more than she ever had.
"Thank you," she replied. "I think I understand your feelings.
I think I even return them."

Hearing this made the boy overjoyed.
Through their feelings, a miracle happened, one unexpected:
the spirit because a human girl. With even more overjoyed feelings,
the boy took her hand and ran with her to his village.
Proudly he proclaimed: "The spirit of this village is now among us!
She is here, holding my hand, ready to live among us,
just as I had told all of you before!"
However, no one believed him yet.

It was not until the hunts started become unsuccessful,
and the streams started to run dry.
The villagers started to blame the boy:
"You took the spirit from all of us!"
"You're a selfish boy to keep her for yourself!"
"She can no longer help us, you stole her!"
Through their anger, they broke the boy down.
Their words hurt more than spears and stones,
and he could only look to the spirit for help.

She did what she could to help, but the words only came more.
Finally, in their anger at the decline of their village living,
they took the girl away from the boy.
"We will take her back so she is rightfully all of ours again!"
They all cried out. When the boy tried to fight back,
he was met with resistance. "No, I must save her!
I love her, please understand!" He cried out and struggled.

His struggling paid off, and he found his way to the girl once more.
"Then if we cannot take her back, we do not want her.
She does not want us, she does not favour us any longer,
she is no use to us!" The villagers began to attack the girl.

But the boy would not let her be harmed.
He protected her with his body, never letting her be hit.

The last blow was delivered to the boy.

He fell to the ground in a bloody heap.

The girl cried over his body, saying his name over and over again.

Before the villagers could go to kill her, something happened:
She returned to her true spirit form, one in which all could see.
"He was the only one to see me. He was the only one to make me happy.
Why could you not be happy? It was you who gave to your own demise.
We did not have your blessing, and in return I could not help you as I wanted."

Knowing they had done wrong, the villagers wept.
The spirit went to return to the heavens, but not before
implanting a word on to the boy's soul;
For when he was reincarnated, he would live on to protect her.
That word was--

[The final tablet is heavily damaged, and no scholar can currently guess what the word or final passage of the legend is.]
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PostSoulBlazerFan Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 11:55 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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That was very good. It felt like an old tale, and had a strong resonance with me. Question: was there some sort of double meaning to that story? Because I feel it works on several different levels.
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Postinferiare Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 12:20 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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That was very good. It felt like an old tale, and had a strong resonance with me. Question: was there some sort of double meaning to that story? Because I feel it works on several different levels.


Possibly. Very Happy The ending is definitely a double meaning, though I will give away part of it and say that it is also pertinent to TE History (the end, I mean).
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Postinferiare Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 8:29 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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(This is what boredom and a punch to the face of inspiration. Srsly.)

In another tablet found in a ruin near South Cape is another tale from the Astaricans.

"Their writing style was different than the Moon Tribe that they left, and it was a difficult job to translate. All brackets and intonations are left as they were written. The marriage spoken in the end was something that, gathered from ancient texts, was unheard of in their time." -- I. S. Kaienna, TerraEarth historian.

In a distant land near the ocean,
a town was prospering.
Those who worshiped the sun lived there,
surrounded by everything they loved:
The sun, the moon, the waves.
It was a perfect land for them to prosper in.

There a girl lived.
Her name was {Vilaanje}, and she was
loved by everyone who lived there.
She was to everyone their <love>.
She helped those who farmed to till their land,
those who fished to pull in their catches,
those who weave to untangle the thread.

With {Vilaanje} there to help, everyone was happy.
There was one who wanted her to himself.
Because of this desire, he sabotaged the things
she did for others: tilling the land,
pulling in catches of fish, and tangled the threads.
{Vilaanje} did not understand why he did this.

<Why,> she asked, <Why do you undo the
things I have done for others? I only wish
to help them, help them when they need
more hands, eyes, ears, anything. Why
do you wish to undo my work?>

Looking at {Vilaanje} with anger, he replied:
<You have helped everyone here with every
task they could ever want help with. You
are a good person with a big heart, but I have
wished to tame your heart, I have wished to
make you mine. But you have never looked
at me! I have only wished to keep you close,
but I cannot when you do not let me even try.>

Now, the eyes of the town were on them. They
were scared that he would try to take {Vilaanje}
away to some place she would not know, and
away from those that loved her. {Vilaanje} only
shook her head, and with a sad smile, replied:

<You are wrong. I have always looked at you.
You have never given me the chance to help.
But you can now change it, and let me help.
Will you give me this chance?>

He was upset, knowing that he had made
{Vilaanje} very upset. He raised his arms
to the Sun, the one who protected him.
<Why have you blinded me to her love?
She has been my [beloved] for so long,
but I have only been selfish! How have you
blinded me for so long to not see how
she has felt for so long?!>

Because he decided to curse the Sun, the
Sun came to curse him in the form of
its soldiers. They spoke,

<Who has cursed the [Creator] and who
keeps you all safe? Who dares to turn
their tongue to defile the gods?>

He stepped forward with his chest out.
<I have! You have failed me, oh gods!
I have felt nothing but shame and selfishness,
and yet you did not let me see!>

Hearing this, the soldiers went to attack him.

{Vilaanje} stepped forward, arms outstretched.

<Please forgive him. I do not want to see him
be killed because he was angry at the gods.
If you wish to kill someone, kill me instead.>

The town and he were not happy with her decision.
<{Vilaanje}, why do you say such words? Why
would you decided to do this for him when he
has cursed himself to a fate of death?>

{Vilaanje} only spoke with [strength]:
<Because I can forgive him for a misunderstanding.>

The soldiers paused their attack, and looked to
{Vilaanje} in confusion. <But how is it that you
can do this and we cannot?>

<That is because you cannot feel the same love
that I can for him. Please understand me.>
{Vilaanje} bowed her head, ready for their last strike.

But it did not come. The soldiers only handed her
one of their swords. <You are truly [beloved] here.
We would never wish to harm you, but you are
much stronger than we are. Train to not only
be [beloved], but to be strong to [protect].>

Their words implanted a word on her soul: [beloved]
{Vilaanje} did train in order to become strong,
using the sword given to her. She died protecting
her family that she made with the man who
she would have given her life for when he spoke
his love for her: an outsider that had lived with
the children of the Sun and who had fallen in love
with one of them.
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PostJason Tandro Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:23 pm   Post subject: Reply with quote

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I had other stuff on my mind lately which is what kept me from reading this for so long, but I sat down today and read both of them.

That's freakin' awesome, Raini. You are so damned creative! Very Happy
I look forward to more Moon Tribe stories!
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Postinferiare Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 12:22 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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I had other stuff on my mind lately which is what kept me from reading this for so long, but I sat down today and read both of them.

That's freakin' awesome, Raini. You are so damned creative! Very Happy
I look forward to more Moon Tribe stories!


No problem. Very Happy Understandable!

The first is a Moon Tribe legend; I haven't decided how much was changed between Moon Tribe and Astarican versions, but probably not much.

Aaaaand like I told SBiF, they have important stuff for the rest of the lexicon proper (hint: the more prominent one is at the end of the Astarican legend).

Not going to lie though, I wrote them to Ar tonelico songs. Neutral The second one was written to Singing Hill ~Salavec Rhaplanca~, and the first was written to Ec Tisia and at the end (from "However, no one believed him yet") I was listening to EXEC_FLIP_FUSIONSPHERE/. I probably drew a little too much from Fusionsphere, but hey, whatever I guess. Very Happy;;
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Postinferiare Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 2:58 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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(Once more, another hit of inspiration, thanks to my new Ar tonelico CD. The song used for the inspiration is Shelanoir's Forest.)

TerraEarth Historians are unsure if this is a legend or perhaps an ancient song, or why the world would need rebirth. However, it is written in both Lunawi and Seleni scripts, giving the translators a hard time in translation. We're still unsure of why they call TerraEarth "The World Eternal", but those are the words used. Also, why the Astaricans and the Moon Tribe would work together is beyond this commenter on the story, but it's a nice thought all the same.

- E. Maz

<The Sun and Moon dance together,
Secretly the Astaricans and Moon Tribe do the same.

On this night they are one body;
Once more their bodies shine with
the light of the Moon and Sun.

The dance of the Bodies of the Cosmos
illuminate the lands here and beyond.
The world responds by new growth, new birth -

[Rebirth!]

Their wishes for rebirth and love
reach even the furthest reaches of the World Eternal,
Their love for the World Eternal energize them to continue
their dance of the cosmos, following the Sun and Moon's steps.

Timeless hope and compassion fuel their souls,
and return them to the stars once the sun rises again
over the World Eternal. There they wait for the dance of the cosmos
to take place once more.>
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PostJason Tandro Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:34 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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Very poetic! You've got a great lyrical aesthetic. Very Happy
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Postinferiare Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:39 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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Thanks. I blame my music Very Happy I have a good use for that bit of legend for later as well. It works for me. Mwahaha!
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Mmm, bad days = good inspiration.

"How this came to be is almost grotesque. However, it gives us a good insight as to what the Moon Tribe was possibly like, though the Astaricans most likely had a different view of the people. Perhaps more tablets like this will give us more history on these tribes. So far, it seems as if this is their final tablet, though we have more to translate into Common."
- D. M. Nijule.

The howls of the wind mingled with the howls
of the {Sun Children.} The howls continued
across the night sky, under the <Dark Moon>.
The {Moon Children} were delighting in their pain,
laughter mixing with the howling of tears and wind.
Those in attendance to be laughed at and pained
all bore the {Sacred Symbol}.

Many had already fallen.

Many were on their way to do so.

Children, their parents, lovers and elders.
Their bodies littered the floor, a place where
not even the [Sun] could reach, blocked by
the [Moon] itself.

More still, the {Sun children} came, bearing witness
to the gruesome scene before their eyes.
The {Moon Children} were wiping out their people.

<Please,> they begged, <Why do you do this? Why?
Why would you kill our children?> The younger {Children} asked.
<Simple,> replied one Elder who still brought life into his lungs.
<Their negotiation with us has failed. We will not return to them.
This is their way of punishing the treasonous people.>

<But why are we the treasonous? We prefer to live!>
Screamed another. <Our lives will not be turned into demons!>

However, one other spoke out. <No, we won't be! We must fight back!>

And another.

<He's right! We should fight back the only way we know how!
We should not let their spears pierce us any longer!>

The two {Nameless Ones} kept up their battle cries
until they could not continue to shout. Even then, they
spoke to everyone with their [Strength] and [Courage].

They did not break at the will of the {Moon Children.}

They held their positions, encouraging their families and friends.

The began their cries again, and this time, they were only silenced
when the {Moon Children} ran them through with their spears,
extinguishing their lives.

The other {Sun Children} lamented them, until one last
stood up to those of the [Moon]:

<I know they will hear my battlecry-- let us be gone of this place!>

The [Wish] was heard, and the words of the three who rallied
their people together to bond together were imprinted
onto their souls. [Strength] and [Courage] rose,
facing their captors.

[Rebirth!]

<You will not kill us here> shouted [Strength].
<Those that have fallen will realize their own [Will] and rise with us!> shouted [Courage].

The souls of the {Sun Children} rose from their bodies,
blinding their captors. The [Will] had reached their ears,
[Strength] and [Courage] filled their hearts,
and the [Wish] to keep their bonds filled their minds.
As they rose from their former shells, [Wish], [Strength] and [Courage]
let go of their mortal bonds to join their family.

Together the {Sun Children} flew to the [Sky],
flying in all different directions,
flying into another soul to imbue them
with the power of their [Word] if they were so lucky.
Others even flew to distant [Sky] and [Stars],
blessing some with the power of the [Sun].

With their final act of [Compassion], they
rid the World Eternal of the [Forever Night].
their <love> spread through the land, energizing it
with <wishes>:

<Please, please protect this land, the land that
we have loved. The {Moon Children} loved it
as well before, but they have changed. Please, never
let a [Forever Night] fall over the land once more!>

Their [Voice] rang out over the land, a [Wish] that
their former brothers in the {Moon Children} would
understand and perhaps heed before the time of
the {Dark Light}. Their greatest [Wish] is to be
reunited with their family, those that also imprint
words on the souls of their strongest.
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According to the tablets this story was found on, both the Moon Tribe and the Astaricans both have mention of the race mentioned in this myth, though our own scholars cannot find any record of them in any history book. Perhaps since the Astaricans and the Moon Tribe were so similar, their myths are just as similar as their cultures? The different brackets while Kyulene speaks denote the dialects he speaks in.

- Stromnict, History Researcher


Deep in the forest of [Kyulene],
lived a community of farmers.
These farmers had a name:
[Cultivators of Kyulene].

All across the land they were known,
for their beautiful flowers,
their crops,
their trees,
even their animals.

The [Cultivators of Kyulene] worked hard;
they wanted to fill the world with beauty.
Descendants of the Moon,
Descendants of the Sun,
all desired to display their works.
They worked with each other,
despite warring between the Descendants,
to talk to the [Cultivators].

However, a horrible disaster fell over the Earth.
The [Cultivators of Kyulene] beseeched the Gods,
{Please, please, let our bodies become what we have lost!}
Hearing the farmers, the Gods blessed them,
giving them a wonderful power--

The [Cultivators] soon found
that they could change their form...

Their forms changed to trees,
flowers,
animals,
crops...
even the two warring Descendant tribes.

Through this change did a leader appear--
the [Embodiment of Kyulene]--
Ever-changing in appearance,
he never showed his true form to his followers,
or to the tribes who asked for his help to overthrow the other.

{Fighting one another should not be what you do,}
Kyulene's spectre said.
<Please, extend your hands to each other!>
With this said, he changed into a tree,
letting his branches and leaves shade
the leaders to the tribes who fought.

Still they fought under his mighty limbs,
and so he let his voice call over the land:
{If you so wish to find me,
as well as the changelings who follow me,}
<You will have to look to the descendants
to your own descendants!>
{Those who wish to end this war between you}
<Will be the ones who will seek me out!>

With this said to the Descendants of the Moon,
to the Descendants of the Sun,
Kyulene vanished into the sky
in a burst of starpetals.

Not long after the Descendants ' eyes cleared,
the shadow of an Elf traveled down the road,
looking toward the horizon for a new home.
Kyulene had changed his form once more,
his followers slowly joining him,
walking toward their new home
within the trees,
within the flowers,
with the animals,
of [Kyulene's Cradle.]

With their source of food gone,
the Descendants parted ways to
go toward where [The Sun Set]
and where [The Sun Rose] in order
to contemplate their fate,
to find their own source of food,
to find their own wood to house them.

The [Embodiment of Kyulene] still waits,
hoping for Descendants of the Moon and Sun
to appear to him so he may offer
his help once more to the [Children of the Gods],
knowing that one day, they will find him once more.


(musical inspiration was: Singing Hills ~Ar=Ciel Ar=Dor~, and yes, this is an introduction to... something... Very Happy)
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Postergz Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 2:21 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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I only read this now lol. This is Awesome extremely well written. Five thumbs up!
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Been reading these again for a refresher. This is gonna be fun to incorporate these πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ
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I've been meaning to write more, most likely after this weekend/Christmas. I've been getting inspirations, and I know I was asked to write some lore for TE: B... Very Happy so I'll be doing that soon, I hope!
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Postinferiare Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 9:06 am   Post subject: Reply with quote

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IIIIIIIII am now sure this is the longest damn legend I've written to date. Written solely to one song (!) and in one sitting (!!!!!!!) I think it's decent at least.



Found by historians after their master had died. It seemed he had sent it to his wife as a gift after translating it.
Scholars aren't sure which tribe created this work, though by the way its laid out, it's most likely the Moon Tribe or an early Moon Tribe dialect.
"Taen" most likely is the ancient name for TerraEarth, though this is disputed amongst the scholars.

The note preceeding the translation is as follows:

"My love;
While translating this particular tablet I found in an excavation site, it reminded me heavily of what seemed to be a memory-- a memory with you, perhaps, from another life. While I may not believe in reincarnation, I couldn't shake the feeling that what stirred was something I could not deny had happened.

Or perhaps, it's just because I still feel incredible love for you.

Regardless, I hope this translation finds you safe and sound. I will be seeing you soon after I finish this excavation.

Forever yours,
B. M."

And the translation:

"Long ago in the heart of the land,
the wind and the leaves danced together.
In their dance two worlds entwined.

The wind brought a girl,
[Lineste] was what she was called.
Lineste would dance, bringing
a whirlwind of love from those
she would call friends.

This love rejuvinated the land,
long after it had been ravaged by war.
Lineste danced as much as she could,
as much as she loved,
giving rebirth to all.

The leaves brought forth [Melir],
a troublemaker who thought of himself.
Melir would turn over buckets,
scatter seeds to grow in
the wartorn land he resided in.

But as Lineste danced,
as she came ever closer
to the wartorn land of Melir,
Melir's attitude grew worse.
He began to harass and terrorize his village
angry that it had been nearly destroyed.
He battered the land in anger.
This continued for some time...

However--

When Lineste finally reached his land,
his desecrated, barren land,
Melir stopped his anger-ridden rampage.
Melir watched Lineste's dance,
felt her calming breeze envelop him,
the gusts of wind blowing his anger to the heavens.

Lineste was the most beautiful girl.
Melir could not take his eyes from her.
Even as the land beneath him began to sprout,
even as rains set in to wash away fire,
even as withered trees began to bloom,
Melir watched Lineste.

The villagers came out of their huts,
out to welcome the rain and the rejuvinating wind.
They no longer feared Melir,
nor did they tremble at his might to batter the earth
in a flurry of leaves.

In a single moment,
Melir had gone to Lineste--

He went to Lineste and embraced her tightly.

He buried his face into her hair,
tears touching her bare shoulders.

"Thank you," he cried
"For taking my anger on to the wind.
For saving my land. Without you..."

Melir took in a breath--

"Without you, I might not have seen my homeland
return to its former beauty. It is because of you.
You have shared your beauty with this land."

With a tearful gaze, he smiled wholeheartedly.
Lineste was shoked to hear this,
but when she smiled back,
Melir felt his heart jump.

"I only take the beauty of those who hold it
in their hearts and amplify it," Lineste replied.
"Even though you scared those around you,
even though you battered the earth with your anger,
you loved it so much. It was you I drew from.
Thank you for lending the beauty and love in your heart."

Melir was shocked.
But hearing that they had helped the land together,
he leapt into the air in happiness.

"Then, let me become the leaves that will scatter
on the winds you create, so that they may reach
other lands to regrow. I will extend my love everywhere,
so that we may cultivate the land once more."

Lineste, stunned by his response,
finally smiled a true smile and spoke:

"I will lend you my wind, so that you may scatter,
bringing life to the rest of these lands,
bringing it to lands far from here.
We will return life to this barren land together."

Joining hands, the love for the land
that brought them together
formed into a bond that has not broken
even to this day:

The power of the gods who shed tears
at the power they wielded together
was enough to grant them their wishes:
Lineste became the wind; powerful enough
to bring Melir, who had become leaves,
to other lands.

Their combined powers gave rebirth to
these lands, summoning the rains
to continue growth on Taen.
Their spirits then flew to the heavens,
both Melir and Lineste keeping
a tight embrace to the other.

They both continue to spread
the love that bonded them
eternally as they fly around Taen,
keeping their watch on the planet
that they both loved so much.

We pay homage to them
in our festival of the Wind Dance,
scattering leaves as part of the dance,
forever keeping the land green.


--Please, never stop dancing.
Never stop loving our lands.





(musical inspiration: The Heart Speaks - Ar tonelico II)
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van futare parge iem...
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