Weavers’ Tales
Swiftly following, the Weavers burrow into the plains!
No other creature so lithe and wily has been seen in Hearthside but the Weaver, hidden deep
underground in narrow tunnels of its own making. Preyed on by the terror birds of the Northern
Cliffs, Weaver families have fled to the basin, inspired by the cooling of temperatures and the
screaming of wind high in the peaks of the Hearth. Snaggle-toothed and dagger-clawed, Weaver
families burrow through the rocky ground of the Droves and the softened soil of the lake,
disrupting the prey-predator hierarchy Sentinels have established…
(For more information about familiar species, read the Flora & Fauna Guide.)
[1] Rose - Eauo. [2] Grey - Eauo. [3] Tiger - Bell. [4] Brown - Kami.
Weavers are named not only for their long, sinewy bodies, but also for their love
of weaving tales. Three weavers here will leave their dens for delightful tales,
but only if these stories describe themselves, for they are vain creatures at heart.
“Weaver! How clever and fearful, hiding in darkness for tiny morsel.
You look for light, you look for gold, but let the dirt around you hold.
Dirty claw, dirty skin, hide from the sun as you’ve always been.”
This is a personality contest of sorts, but there is a catch – you must present their
personality in the form of a ballad or poem consisting of 100 words or less
(see example in italics above). Your entry does not need to rhyme, but must
read rhythmically as though part of an oral tale. (Reminder: Naming
rules for familiar species are the same as those for Sentinels.)
To enter, simply fill out the form below and post in this thread!
You may use the same entry for more than one Weaver,
but please post separate entries in different posts.
Entries close at 11:59:59 pm PST on January 31st, or when
there are at least four entries total, whichever comes later.
Swiftly following, the Weavers burrow into the plains!
No other creature so lithe and wily has been seen in Hearthside but the Weaver, hidden deep
underground in narrow tunnels of its own making. Preyed on by the terror birds of the Northern
Cliffs, Weaver families have fled to the basin, inspired by the cooling of temperatures and the
screaming of wind high in the peaks of the Hearth. Snaggle-toothed and dagger-clawed, Weaver
families burrow through the rocky ground of the Droves and the softened soil of the lake,
disrupting the prey-predator hierarchy Sentinels have established…
(For more information about familiar species, read the Flora & Fauna Guide.)
[1] Rose - Eauo. [2] Grey - Eauo. [3] Tiger - Bell. [4] Brown - Kami.
Weavers are named not only for their long, sinewy bodies, but also for their love
of weaving tales. Three weavers here will leave their dens for delightful tales,
but only if these stories describe themselves, for they are vain creatures at heart.
“Weaver! How clever and fearful, hiding in darkness for tiny morsel.
You look for light, you look for gold, but let the dirt around you hold.
Dirty claw, dirty skin, hide from the sun as you’ve always been.”
This is a personality contest of sorts, but there is a catch – you must present their
personality in the form of a ballad or poem consisting of 100 words or less
(see example in italics above). Your entry does not need to rhyme, but must
read rhythmically as though part of an oral tale. (Reminder: Naming
rules for familiar species are the same as those for Sentinels.)
To enter, simply fill out the form below and post in this thread!
You may use the same entry for more than one Weaver,
but please post separate entries in different posts.
Entries close at 11:59:59 pm PST on January 31st, or when
there are at least four entries total, whichever comes later.
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