Post by This Baron of Mora on Dec 1, 2011 22:17:28 GMT -5
This is the result of me writing out one of the legends I composed in my head about the founding of the Second Kingdom of Mora (which is indeed where my username comes from) I'm sure I will edit it a lot, so this is not the full story, and I need to compose the Song of Kisilan and the Oath. Of note is the word light sometimes with a capital sometimes not, quite important and I think I would like people to guess the reason to see if it works. Also the names other then Alvandarin are just "trial names". My "trial" titles for this is Alvandarin and Morhea, Morhea, the Founding of Morhea, feel free to add suggestions and comment. 
Having been refreshed after being saved from death by the miraculous flowing of the river, that we no today to be the Daria, Alvandarin lead his followers west through the mighty Sand Sea. Yet just a score of landra west of the river rise the great dunes that obstruct the land that rarely can anyone navigate out. And as they weary ascended the dunes as the sun was setting, Alvandarin reached the heights with his numerous followers behind.
Great were the gasps from the crowds and shouts of praise to the Light. For ahead rose mountains higher, and more beautiful than they had ever seen before, or truly anyone has seen since those days of old. Great was their majesty and not a cloud was there to obstruct them, for indeed the beauty of those mountains shall never be comparable to any as they reach into the sky farther than any could imagine. And as many gasped and gaped, while others sang songs of old, the light died away in the West as the sun dropped below the mountains.
Yet no! For a great shining of light burst forth and covered the mountain slopes out to the edge of the desert with the most brilliant light in the world, as if the mountains themselves were on fire. And across the dunes rose many cries of morhea! morhea! The Light! The Light! And then at that time if one was looking upon Alvandarin, greatest among the Dwarven Kings, you would see him mutter,
Establish ye the twelfth tribe of the Dwarves,
Go back to the land of old,
Found again the Kingdom,
Forward to the land of light,
Reignite the Light,
Be the light for the world.
(Note: Still working on this "muttering" in the original tongue)
And once this was muttered Alvandarin cried out in joy and began the Song Kisilan, the father of the five great nations, of which all the Dwarves one by one joined up in the song that every Dwarf knows, though had yet been heard by any ear of man, or elf, nor any of the other great nations. This was then followed by the response, as always, the Oath of Gondil.
(Note: this has not been translated/composed into English yet)
And it was then that the light faded as quick as it had come, save a faint glow that emitted from the mountain tops that allowed the Dwarves to pitch their tents. And great council was held that night among the leaders of the people. It was here that it was decided this was indeed the land of old, the land of light, where the sun shined out after it was gone and that it would be at the edge of the mountains that they would build a new nation.
The next morning Gastain, Alvandarin’s brother, speaker for the council went out before the masses and declared the establishment of the nation, the Kingdom of the Light, morhea. And after several days march the new nation arrived at the edge of the desert, and there on the slopes of the mountains, they built towns and farms. There were the beginnings of the Kingdom of Mora, the Kingdom of the Light, the Light of the World. And great are the legends and tales told of it.
Having been refreshed after being saved from death by the miraculous flowing of the river, that we no today to be the Daria, Alvandarin lead his followers west through the mighty Sand Sea. Yet just a score of landra west of the river rise the great dunes that obstruct the land that rarely can anyone navigate out. And as they weary ascended the dunes as the sun was setting, Alvandarin reached the heights with his numerous followers behind.
Great were the gasps from the crowds and shouts of praise to the Light. For ahead rose mountains higher, and more beautiful than they had ever seen before, or truly anyone has seen since those days of old. Great was their majesty and not a cloud was there to obstruct them, for indeed the beauty of those mountains shall never be comparable to any as they reach into the sky farther than any could imagine. And as many gasped and gaped, while others sang songs of old, the light died away in the West as the sun dropped below the mountains.
Yet no! For a great shining of light burst forth and covered the mountain slopes out to the edge of the desert with the most brilliant light in the world, as if the mountains themselves were on fire. And across the dunes rose many cries of morhea! morhea! The Light! The Light! And then at that time if one was looking upon Alvandarin, greatest among the Dwarven Kings, you would see him mutter,
Establish ye the twelfth tribe of the Dwarves,
Go back to the land of old,
Found again the Kingdom,
Forward to the land of light,
Reignite the Light,
Be the light for the world.
(Note: Still working on this "muttering" in the original tongue)
And once this was muttered Alvandarin cried out in joy and began the Song Kisilan, the father of the five great nations, of which all the Dwarves one by one joined up in the song that every Dwarf knows, though had yet been heard by any ear of man, or elf, nor any of the other great nations. This was then followed by the response, as always, the Oath of Gondil.
(Note: this has not been translated/composed into English yet)
And it was then that the light faded as quick as it had come, save a faint glow that emitted from the mountain tops that allowed the Dwarves to pitch their tents. And great council was held that night among the leaders of the people. It was here that it was decided this was indeed the land of old, the land of light, where the sun shined out after it was gone and that it would be at the edge of the mountains that they would build a new nation.
The next morning Gastain, Alvandarin’s brother, speaker for the council went out before the masses and declared the establishment of the nation, the Kingdom of the Light, morhea. And after several days march the new nation arrived at the edge of the desert, and there on the slopes of the mountains, they built towns and farms. There were the beginnings of the Kingdom of Mora, the Kingdom of the Light, the Light of the World. And great are the legends and tales told of it.
