S'hae Liae Mascrae

[aszhra]

As a result of the last war, her home reduced to a radioactive wasteland. Only islands of ancient forests remain, her home, that of her clan resides within their canopy. High above the poisons and beasts of the ground below. So ancient are the trees that their roots go deep into the ground, unaffected by the grounds poisons.

During the war, when the world still had dragons (flying serpents: couatl), these beasts were approached and were asked to choose sides. They would not, and neither would those that lived in S'hae's hoemland. As a result of not choosing sides, those that warred used the land to wage their own war against the people and the beasts that called it home. The couatl did seek escape, they took to the air, the sea and burrowed deep into the ground. Those that took to the air were shot down and those that went into the sea were hunted and all were slain. The couatl that burrowed deep were safe until they once more ascended to the land above, only to find a slow death waiting for them.
Of the people that once flourished there, the Fae folk, all were the first to die, of them the brownies made a sacrifice. They allowed a means of escape. Opening the ancient trees to all that would want sanctuary. In doing so, and in order for each tree to survive, the brownies sacrificed their very lives so that the ancient trees would not be consumed.
High in the canopy, and when all seemed lost, very old rites would be performed to call upon the one that would save them all. At what cost would it require of them, of the people there? To call upon the world spirit is the greatest of ceremony and not to be taken lightly, but the people of Minwai had no choice. The surviving couatl, the sylvan folk and other creatures all joined in the rite that would save them all.
The cost, further sacrifice was required, the men all were away fighting to save Minwai. All that remained were the women and the couatl.
The world spirit did come to them, but not until most of the men had perished and the land reduced to a barren wasteland. When the world spirit looked to see what had stirred it from its slumber, then looked around to see the desolation, it was saddened.
Without hesitation and so the land would be able to heal itself, it acted. Removed Minwai from all memory, so that it will always be hidden, known only by those born to the land as it once was.
Turning to it's children the couatl, it was grieved, that so many had died wanting only for peace, hunted to near extinction. The world spirit looked to its surviving children and then to the women, and asked that further sacrifice be needed to keep its children safe and that they would not become creatures of the past. With the men gone, the women stepped forward and told the world spirit that its children will always have sanctuary.
The world spirit was thankful, but at the same time stated, when it is time, each woman would take into herself a part of the world and become one of my children. Such wisdom can never be lost even from those blind with ambition.
Since that time, when the world spirit first came to the Minwai, the sylvan folk have found themselves living in a circle. Though their lives continue from birth to death, they return once more to begin again. Rare are those of the Minwai that are reborn with the memory of the life they were before.
It is the furthest thing from the mind's of those that survive. The men are of limited life, only the women have either been blessed or cursed by the world spirit.
Minwai, does not exist on any map and in no one's memory outside. Even when a Minwain ventures outside, so long as she remains outside, she will be remembered. Once she returns home, she becomes forgotten as though she never existed on the outside.
The world spirit keeps Minwai safe, and so the land can heal it has been removed from those that would abuse it, rape it or destroy. Ancient wisdom exists there still, wisdom best to remain forgotten until those on the outside are ready for it.
They destroyed my home, my children, I am not angry, but they will never be allowed access until they have learned how to live first. Such is the world spirit's words.

[aszhra]

It happened at first within the snorf garden that I did fall and the world spirit did enter me. Since then it has been a slow transition, the greatest of change came from the snorfs of the tega. I had given myself to instincts and ate a little too much of the tainted meat. My companion, now bound, was unfortunately put in the hospital after one of my nightmares and the more physical of transitions.
It has been somewhat of an uphill battle keeping reason in balance with instincts. Without my bound companion, keeping the balance has been difficult. I am having to hunt and eat my kills with much more frequency until her return.
Upon her release from her cage, was given to doubt as to how I may display my affections. This had caused a moment of grief for me and I would think that perhaps the grief was felt by a creature much older than perhaps time itself.
What I was given insight into or of leaves me in awe, but a little depressed for being really only a grain of sand floating within the silts of the cosmos
The insight was shared with Acla, my sister, like Alexis. Two individuals selected by me to keep my self from succumbing to insincts and becoming an uncontrollable beast set on hunting and eating anything living that moves.
I attended the wedding of Kredisha and Jaxx, was even given the symbolic ritual of the guardian at the gate, to challenge Jaxx before he could wed Kredisha. Having performed that service according to ancient sylvan traditions had earned a special place within her heart.
When Kredisha had decided to leave charta, she had given me all that she had and one of which was something shared with her a key by her mate Jaxx. Kredisha had told me to keep this from him, something I was not comfortable with, but I had promised her. A dieing wish perhaps, but soon Jaxx would feel that he was alone and could not bare it. Somewhere in the cosmos I feel that Kredisha and Jaxx are together without the unrest of charta to trouble their hearts and their hearts can now be true to each other.
For a long time, the discerning eye of Jaxx and Kredisha has been missed.
In the release of my bound companion, she did become curious and found something that should never be scribed, less a war result. This information has given me reason to use the key, something i shared with Acla. At length we did discuss that perhaps its time resurrect the spirit of Jaxx from the ashes.
We call ourselves sisters, accepting of each other, based solely on who we are and not on appearances.
Guidance and understanding is our credo and we welcome any that feel they do not belong anywhere that does not accept them as an equal.
Guidance to the truth that exists within your own heart, to become what you were meant to be, and in the truth to your own heart can understanding be your wisdom.
Hostility is never given without provocation. Save your efforts to understanding who and what you are in the world.
From understanding can sisters achieve a balance within themselves and lead by example.
Never purposely bring harm to your sisters. All are sisters, even those that lack guidance and understanding.
Jaxx's legacy resurrected, but the sisters are not to be confused with the PFA.

[tatonya]

What the hell? Kredisha left, Jaxx died and no one told me? When did all this happen? geez I might not be on every night but you think it might have occurred to anyone to tell Arith!?

[p1erx0r]

//Kredisha didn't leave. She died. And since she shared the elven bond with jaxx, her death caused jaxx to die. And I thought krimson said he was gonna tell you....

[sixofthree]

//I thought she left, but she didnt leave, right?

[Steph]

//Kredisha, the player, is still active on the server. Kredisha, the character, has gone to the Big Tree in the Elven Forest.