My nightmares have returned....the ones about the night my clan was killed...and the treasure was taken. I can still see it all. The camp being ransacked. Everyone I knew being slain... and I did nothing. Nothing but hide!
pauses to take another sip. I keep my gaze fixed on the flames, but my voice starts to shake.
Father always told me that it was my destiny to carry and use The Ocarina to bring peace across all time, just as those before me had done. At the end of every nightmare, a dark voice taunts me. It tells me that everyone around me now will die because I failed and lost the treasure that everyone died to protect.
I worry that the voice is right.
Sits quietly, not daring to meet Brother Aeolus's gaze for fear of rebuke.
Artenen nods slowly as he sips his brew while continuing to gaze into the hot, roaring fire
As a simple sailor who has a knack for serving with force, I know of no such powers that can work with music. Then again, I know of few things beyond my own eyes. Jerel has always been a stark and wondrous place, full of adventure and exploration. Here on the Horde Bay we have our fair share of action, but overall it's a fairly peaceful lands I think. It's nice to get out of Vidican for a while, sit along the shores with good friends and the sea. Few places have such beauty.
Raises his wooden tankard with the house of the iron ring symbol on it
Here's to you using music to bring peace to the lands! Can you give us a song?
Rachel nods and clears her throat to sing the lullaby that her Mother, Saria often played for her.
Sky Turns red
Time for bed
Close your eyes and rest your sweet head
Though you are young, Your time will soon come
Spread the Light of Hope with our song.
Do what is good and right
Steel yourself for the fight Stand true do not lose your way.
The Skymoons? Well, I recall stories as a child that we hailed from a long forgotten Arctic place called YuleStar. It was a wondrous area. A glen or glade I suppose you would call it. We made our everyday quarters among the trees or the odd tent'. We were never much for anything ornate, Save one great stone building that sat on the mountain range outside YuleStar. That was where we studied, meditated and such because that was the original safe place of the jewel that eventually became The Holy Ocarina.
Aye, Brother, that it was. According to the stories, magic flowed like ocean waves over everything. It was in the air, water and plant life. If you set foot in the glade, it filled the very boot print left in the snow. There was no purer, kinder or holier place in the history of my people. Then, one day, The Interlopers appeared.