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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2005 3:45 pm
Chronicles of Solaris Regia
Forever Young by Alphaville
Let's dance in style, Let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, We're only watching the skies Hoping for the best But expecting the worst Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power But we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, Life is a short trip The music's for the sad man
Can you imagine when this race is won? Turn our golden faces in to the sun Raising our leaders, We're getting in tune The music's played by the, the madman
Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever -- and ever Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, Forever -- Forever Young.
Some are like water Some are like the heat Some are a melody and some are the beat Sooner or later, they all will be gone Why don't they stay young?
It's so hard to get old without a cause I don't want to perish like a fading horse Youth's like diamonds in the sun And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today So many songs we forgot to play So many dreams swinging out of the blue We'll let them come true
Forever young...
Harken now to the days of yore, wherein these pages are chronicled all that has come before. The Court of the Sun has long been a part of the cycle of seasons, though they were not always known as such. Before the rift thatgave birth to the Autumn People and the Children of Spring there were only the Tuatha de Danaan. Read now their histories and legends, told by their bards, and walk amid the portraits of the past and present.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2005 3:49 pm
Table of ContentsSubmission RulesDo you have a desire to add to the chronicles? If so, you may submit stories or art to Sajhiri via PM. Please note the following guidelines: Character Names: Fey names are typically reflective of their totem. The recent fey are the Latin name of their totem itself, but earlier fey were named for Latin terms for aspects of their totem rather than directly named for the totem itself. (i.e. an Oak totem Fey might be named the Latin word for Leaf or Branch rather than the Latin word for Oak). This is to preserve direct totem names for new Fey. Details: Be sure you have an understanding of the period you're writing in, and how the fey of that period behaved. Also be sure you understand the magic system if magic plays a part of your story. Tone and Style: Remember that these are stories as written by Bards. They will be grandiose and wordy to impress a noble court. Art Content: Portraiture is welcome, as are scene depictions from the stories. Please only do art of already posted scenes, Fey mentioned in the posted stories, or the current crop of Fey being RPed. Art Size/Format: Please keep all artwork in JPG format if possible. A thumbnail will be made for each piece to be placed in this thread and linked to the place I will upload the full version, so size constraints are not too much of an issue. Please try to keep the images under 500K in filesize though.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2005 3:49 pm
The Tuatha de Danaan
(Please note, this is an adaptation and modification of the actual documented histories and legends of the Tuatha de Danaan of Celtic lore. Their origins as the nomadic Pelasgians of Greece was my inspiration for the proliferation of Latin used for the Silva Regia)
Harken now and listen close, for this tale is the cradle of life for our people. So gather thine children and hear the tale of the ancestors of the Solaris Regia. When the mists of time first crept across the lands and kissed the brows of the living, tribal mariners born of the teeth of the Serpent and the Ever-Changing Goddess ruled an island in a vast sea. But evil came to their shores, and in the chaos many fled. One tribe fled northwards, and called themselves the Tuatha de Danaan. They journeyed many years, touching the races they passed among, until at last they came to settle upon an island of their own, and there established the great Kingdom with it’s four magnificent cities.
In each city a wise one held sway, educating the young in the arts, the knowledges, and the sciences of the people. Kings and Warriors, Healers and Poets walked among the gentry, their true names lost to us, but still marked in places in the histories of man as Nuada and Mabd, Brigit and Morrigu as other names the mortals gave them.
The Tuatha de Danaan possessed four sacred treasures, and one was kept in each of the sacred cities: Falias, Gorias, Finias, and Murias. To the first was entrusted the Stone of Destiny called Lia Fail, the second the Sword which would later be called the Sword of Lugh, the third the Spear of Victory, and the fourth, the Cauldron of the Gods. Much guarded were these items, for in the hands of a leader they could bring great good or great evil.
Though the Tuatha de Danaan were peaceful folk, enamored of knowledge and learning, the Kingdom was not without its troubles. It was ravaged by giant creatures of great evil called Firbolgs. But the heroes of our ancestors triumphed over the giants in a fierce battle and peace was restored. But peace was not to last as the Fomorian Giants invaded next. Here Lugh brought the Riders of the Sidhe, creatures with mystical ties to the woods and all aspects of nature, from the Land of Promise (Tir Nan Og). An alliance was formed and the giants were handily defeated.
The alliance between the Tuatha de Danaan and the Sidhe was a deep magical one, and through it, the two races merged over the next centuries as they fought side by side against invading evils in many bloody battles. And so it was, that when the tyrannical forces of mankind defeated the last three queens of the Tuatha de Danaan, the realm of Tir Nan Og was opened to them, and they truly became Fey folk. There they dwelled for millennia, safe from the wars that had so plagued their time in the world of their birth, content in the safety of the Faerie Realm.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 8:04 am
The Faerie Ring
How, may you ask, did our people, long sealed from the world of men in Tir Nan Og, find the means to cross back into that realm? It is a matter of family that created the ways that lead to and from our home. Listen now and learn the tale of Cantio, the spell singer, and the bonds of family which changed the course of our history.
A decade had passed in the Fey realm by our own perceptions, whilst only a year had passed by in the worlds of men. Such is the way of things between realms. All had been peaceful and quiet among the Fey, but there was one who lived in a state of great unrest. Cantio, a sorceress of great power, was not pleased with the fey folk's departure from the realm of man.
During the time that the Tuatha de Danaan had wandered before settling in the Great Kingdom, Cantio's grandfather had loved a mortal woman and with her sired three girls, triplets. When the Kingdom was established, Cantio's grandfather's love and his daughters remained close with their Tuathan kin. Generations were born, and Cantio, like her grandfather, fell in love with one not of the tribe who dwelt nearby her blood kin.
When the final wars came and the Tuatha de Danaan were forced to depart, she had to leave her love behind, as well as the kin that were not fully of Tuathan blood. This included her own son. She grieved deeply, but none of the fey folk could remain behind.
No one could bring her from her mourning, and she sequestered herself in a tower where she studied day and night for a means to learn how her distant family fared. She researched and devised a spell which would allow her to peer by the light of the moon into a small pond within a ring of enchanted mushrooms hidden deep in the wood. There she would go every day, and sit at the edge of the ring, and watch her love and their son live their daily lives.
But there was one of the court who desired Cantio for his own, and had been refuted by her time and again. Invidia followed her one night and watched her weep as she watched her family from afar. Furious that she would spurn him over simple mortals, he drew his blade and plunged it through her heart. She collapsed into the ring, and her lifeblood soaked into the pond's water and the mushroom ring was crushed beneath her. The bloody water drained into the soil and the pond was never filled again. Invidia buried her body beneath the soil of the mushrooms.
At the next full moon the magical mushrooms sprouted again, and this time they took on a luminescence. The burial earth within the ring rippled like water when a young scout, still searching the woods for the missing sorceress stumbled into the ring, and vanished. He appeared in the world of men, inside a ring which had grown there in mirror of the one in Tir Nan Og, outside the home of Cantio's lover and her son. He found he could cross back through the barrier, and returned to report it to the wise ones.
Thus it was that the first Faerie ring was created by magic, love, and blood. It was later learned that with Cantio's passing, a bond of magic between the worlds was created. Whenever someone of great magical power, who loved one in the world of men died by violence, where they were buried another faerie ring would appear at the next full moon.
Through the rings anyone could pass, and there was no means to secure them until much, much later. So it was that family and dear friends, and the occasional stranger, would wander into the Realm of Fey, and occasional Fey would be sighted in the Realm of Men.
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