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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]

Avanthal: Lullabies, Tall Tales and Ballads

Postby Ablation on January 29th, 2014, 8:14 am

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This thread has been created to keep a running collection of stories different writers have used IC and created OOC. All stories in threads must be posted in the development section and once reviewed will be placed in here as part of the traditional repertoire of Avanthalian literature. These stories can be used at any time (of course you must give the writer credit at the bottom of any post if you use their story) and have the potential to spread across Miz as Vantha who leave Avanthal take these classic stories with them.

Furthermore, these stories can be repeated in threads for Storytellers to practice their voices, gestures, etc. IC without having to write new stories each and every time. However, if your character is ONLY using stories from here instead of you taking the time to write your own you will receive fewer XP during your storytelling. You may absolutely do this, but just keep in mind that your skill will progress much more slowly.

The oral tradition of the Vantha, is a long and revered talent. They are known for their loud cacophonous hunting tales and sweet scintillating lullabies. Every Vantha child knows many tales and has often been lulled to sleep to traditional classics.

Compared to other regions storytellers the Vantha are heavily reliant on vocal acrobatics and are not prone to gesturing wildly as the Ephyrian storytellers do. They enjoy playing with words and comedies are often littered with puns. Even their lullabies can be deeply tragic and dark to outsiders but to the Vantha almost no story is dark or tragic as they all teach valuable lessons about living in the northern hemisphere.

Major underlying themes include; justice, morality, and responsibility.
They are not usually overtly moral stories but often feature people making decisions based on pride, love, etc. and falling victim to the ramifications of these bad decisions. Individuality is honoured so long as it doesn't endanger the many. Kelvics and Vantha are the most frequent races in adult stories, while childhood stories make use of many more races, some real and some not.
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Avanthal: Lullabies, Tall Tales and Ballads

Postby Ablation on January 29th, 2014, 8:18 am

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The wind did rise, on Yoro's back,
The snow did kiss his face.
He climbed the mountain far and gone,
With no friend, with no trace.
Though the ice did tinge his hair blue,
His eyes were burning red.
For he searched all day for his price
For his fair love to wed.

He sought a carved staff this day,
Ornate with vibrant beads.
Rhus, his rival suitor,
Who stole it, he will bleed.
Up, he went, on the mountain,
dagger in his hand.
To bring down his bride price,
For his fair Irrilan.

He found Rhus atop the peak,
The staff, how it gleamed.
'Let her go,' Yoro cried,
'My heart, oh how it screams!
My love for her, it knows no bounds,
She holds me in her heart!
Give me her price that I may pay,
In peace then we will part.'

Rhus, he scoffed and mocked Yoro,
waved the staff to his face.
'You're not fit to hold her, man,
A fool in her grace!
Her hand was promised to me, lad,
Her father made that clear.
Leave her now, leave her alone,
So we may be close and dear.'

The two did clash their blades then,
The mountain how it moaned.
Each took a slash to the side,
Oh! How they both groaned.
The storm it stopped, the lights came,
Morwen's lights, alight.
From them, she descended then,
With beauty and with might.

'Stop this now,' she cried to them.
'Neither deserve her hand!
This woman to you, a stranger,
You think not on her demands.'
And there had the men froze,
Angry, still in fight.
None would find them ever again,
Upon Morwen's might.

Irrilan hoped, oh she prayed,
How neither would return.
For she loved a poorer man,
Now their love could burn.

~Written by Ainyi
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Postby Ablation on January 29th, 2014, 8:25 am

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I saw a bear rise,
From the broiling waters,
at the port of Avanthal.
He brandished his paws,
and cliffs of claws.

A dream of an ice-bear,
means a gale from the east.
Battering Ice Wall Gates came the windy beast.
Growing swiftly it hunkered down,
Threatening Morwens icy crown.
Craven and unwilling to rise,
Avanthal knelt,
Not to Morwen that day.

Jedara came,
bathed in night sky hair.
Wielding the moon,
She brought it to halt.

Too late is her action,
For so it is settled,
From the faring I turn, the going is fixed.
Craven and unwilling to rise,
Avanthal knelt,
Not to Morwen that day.

Jedara came,
Bathed in night sky hair.
Wielding the moon,
She beckoned Avanthal.

Then bright shone the morning
The Ice guards heeding,
They said they would charge as one mighty shield,
Yet each held the other back, eyes shifting.
If one were to sway, to stumble, or fall
For certain they would all.

Jedara came,
Bathed in night sky hair.
Wielding the moon,
She beckoned the bear.

Jedara rose.
A new path they pave,
Together.

All we, fight against the east gales
Armed with only companions
At the hearth we join together
To die, only when our friendship cease
Our enemies actions shortened, muted
abbreviations in the snow.
our army, together a ballad,
a trampling ocean flow.
Avanthal knelt,
To Morwen that day...


~Written by Una Tanta
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Postby Epifanio Snowsong on June 2nd, 2016, 1:44 am

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Shooting Stars: Wishes do come true


Every 1st of spring when Morwen returns and the great festival is celebrating, midnight shows of a shooting star which lights the palace a bright. Once a child decided to wish upon that star wanting to live out a life filled with love. When she came of age she happily married to another hold and lived that life full of love and had many children who continued to share that love.

It wasn’t a life of love just for another, but love which was showed to everyone. In her old age everyone knew of her generosity and loving nature. Many would flock to her for advice and to share in her wisdom. On her dying breath she told one last words of advice – to make a fruitful wish upon the shooting star which graces Morwens palace.
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Postby Epifanio Snowsong on June 2nd, 2016, 1:46 am

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The Beserker Vantha: Locked in Red Iris

The nearing city with lights dancing on,
Like a distant fire burning in the night,
Each step coming closer in sight,
Fueling the rage inside the con.

Ideas sparked and smirks emitted,
Freedom from prison,
His intention has risen,
His face lit up, a thrill hid what he committed.

Hands in his pockets, twiddling about,
Moving with a sweat of nervousness,
His eyes rampant with aggressiveness,
The city was in a drought!

A group sat in the streets,
People looked at him crazily,
He smiled towards them easily,
Every one of them sat still in their seats.

He went out of control, possessed by the heat,
They all danced with his white flames,
Not a one playing along with his games,
They all turned to crispy meat.

He laughed with a delightful joy,
his cruel heart wanted him to commit suicide,
He strapped his body with djed and replied.
His intentions were to destroy.

People screamed, cried, and pleaded,
He looked at them with sorrowful eyes,
They were the ones that led to this demise,
They all went down with him when he conceded.

His death was heard by many,
The fire-reimancer sentenced to death previously,
Was falsely accused which made him act deliriously,
In the end it caused him to kill plenty.
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Postby Epifanio Snowsong on June 2nd, 2016, 1:47 am

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The Vantha Raised by Artic Wolves

When the day fades,
as the shadows of night whisper,
my mournful cries disperse.
The mist of my vantha heart throbs,
and the stars sing amongst the moon,
sulking above the forested meadow.
The kiss of darkness scratches within my throat,
the calming sounds breeze through the trees,
and the memories fade into a song,
Singing blissfully to the night.

This is my song.
I listen to it in darkness,
in pain and misery,
the restraint of my heart presses
through the static of my dreams,
peace can come, but it flies by, disturbing thoughts within,
the resonating wake of mortality...

How I yearn to journey that path,
this night carries my light,
it flows in me resting on the branches to my cries.
So I sit looking for myself among many,
where there is often no hope,
I am heard by the few,
the pack of my life,
who listen carefully.

I can only give them care,
for reality may fade,
fade into the stars,
which can only sing along,
sing along to the howl of my wolf song.
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Postby Epifanio Snowsong on June 2nd, 2016, 1:49 am

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Turnif Snowsong and Mary Skyglow: A love between Arts

"Lets go" Turnif Snowsong said,
but what choice did she have,
Mary Skyglow just agreed, shook her head.
So off they went,
They were tired, but where we were going had no bed,
"We'll be there soon" Turnif said,
but Mary didn't have the heart,
She just smiled, shook her head.
Turnif was full of hope,
Mary said "it isn't..."
Turnif went on "What I think?",
but Mary didn't have the heart,
She just paused, shook her head.
The caravan blazed by, they hitched a ride,
that part was easy,they sat there safely,
"My dreams are in that city" Turnif said,
but she couldn't say a thing,
Mary just frowned, shook her head.
They arrived late evening night,
Turnif was energetic, full with joy,
the city was damp, dark with hate,
but Mary didn't have the heart,
She just followed, shook her head.
Jealous of his happiness, those people stared,
Turnif was silly, but kind, without despair,
It was all Mary’s my fault what happened that day,
She just weep, shaking her head,
if only she could've told him,
he wouldn't lay there dead.
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Postby Solemn Warborn on July 25th, 2016, 2:08 am


Dasha’s Lullaby
“Lullaby of the Northern Lights”
A Work in Progress


In the darkness of the night
Sweet child, don’t you cry
For there is still a light
That watches you and I

And if it stops shining
Child, don’t you fear
For she has taught me nightly
And I will be right here

She shines when she likes
As a child of the sun
A multicolored light
Dancing for everyone

As the Sun taught her daughter
The child ever grew
She flowed through the sky like water
And taught me to shine too



I was the light that Aurora brought
And I will shine all the brighter
When Aurora stops.
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Postby Solemn Warborn on August 5th, 2016, 6:52 pm


Hiberna’s Lullaby
“Cold Lights”


Sun has set. Long night
has settled in the North,
and though there is still light,
there is no more warmth.

Syna won’t shine
all summer long.
Darkness tried to claim this season,
but light proved it wrong.

Cold light. Cold light.
Leth lights the endless night.
He is lord of all
When night finally falls.

Wax and wane, cold light.
You will ever change.
Throughout the nights,
you’ll never stay the same.

Cold lights. Cold lights
sparkle in the sky
seen only at night
to let us know our eyes

can still see the lights
that Zentila placed.
They have no might,
but they still have grace.

Dancing light. Cold light
shifting in the night.
Aurora shows her spite
for pale uncolored light.

Shattered skies fall free
and scatter to the earth.
Dance and sing
of color’s fragile birth.

But I, Oh I
sigh softer than the sky,
softer than the snow
falling in the night.

Oh I, Oh I
am warmer than the fire
but I lost my hope.
I lost my light.

Cold light of mine,
I lost you long ago.
I wish we had more time
before you had to go.

Warmth and light
when separated fade.
That’s why we must fight
to hold on to what we made.

Hold tight. Hold tight.
You and I have lost
each other, and now I
must face the cost.

Hush now. Don’t cry.
I’ve been searching everywhere
for you my light.
I will find you in my prayers.
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