the story that stitched us all together
Once long ago, there was a bedtime story parents told their children...
There’s a river below our home, and the roots of our garden, and below the streets running through our city. The river flows not with water and it does not race across a bed of rocks and rough metals. And this river does not run towards the sea like a river ought too.
This river below our hooves runs towards the mountains, and the sky, and the seconds woven together to make up our clouds..
Of course there is always more to the story, but somewhere between the light and the mountains all the children fell asleep. Each generation remembers the ‘more’ to the story differently. Some children dream of fish in the current, and their children dream of seaweed that whispers, and their children’s children dream of whales and sharks schooling together like a flock of morning doves in the bright river.
No one has ever discovered where the story began, or if it's a tale or truth, or if the river really is silver bright enough to be god-blood instead of water. And soon as the generations passed like seasons, and the world shifted into something more political than magical, the story was forgotten (buried beneath the layers and layers of forest loam and storm deposits left behind on the shoreline).
But perhaps they might start to remember and wonder when the first horse discovers the tree.
It started with four seeds, each blessed and watered on the way from the mountain to the plain. The tree does not start as a sapling or a small tangle of newborn roots. This tree blooms suddenly as the summer turns to fall and all the grasses start to turn brittle as the nights cool. No one remembers how it happened and no one saw the tree rise from the ground like a slumbering giant.
They might guess at it though, when the rumors of the tree start to race through Novus faster than the wind. And like that forgotten bedtime story the features of the tree change with each telling, and each court, and each glass of wine.
In reality the tree is just as magical as the stories suggest. But perhaps they have unstated the wonder of the stained glass trunk and the way that no matter the hour the glass bark shifts and shimmers like a cloudy twilight sky.
Perhaps they have left out the way the grass around the tree is sand-golden, or the way it seems to shift and blow in the wind like Solterra’s dunes that never stay in quite the same place as the day before.
Or perhaps the tale has changed so much in the telling that it’s forgotten how the flowers bloom red as
Delumine’s poppies that never fold their petals into slumber.
And perhaps the last teller of the story forgot to mention that the leaves do not seem like leaves at all, but like stars that dance in the breeze instead of the cosmos.
Does it matter in the end, when you discover the tree for yourself?
A tree has appeared so suddenly in the Plains that no one remembers a moment between when it was there and when it was not. The tree is surrounded by golden grass that from a distance might look like desert Dunes. The leaves are silver and seem to be stars hanging off the branches until one gets close enough to see that the ‘stars’ do look a tiny bit like leaves. The tree truck is not made of wood but glass that shifts and shimmers between every color the dusk sky has ever known. The flowers blooming from the leaves are dawn-red and they open towards both the moon and the sun.
No one knows how the tree came to be (besides suddenly) or no one knows why the tree has chosen the plains to tower over like a god. But everyone might wonder, especially when the ‘once’ forgotten tales start to circulate again.
How to Participate
Happy Three Year Anniversary Novus!
This is a single IC event post to celebrate the event. Your character may discover the tree up close, come with others or alone, or perhaps they only see the tree at a distance and do not brave coming closer. How you respond to this prompt is totally up to you.
You can reply to this thread with each character if you'd like, and each character will be awarded a +1EXP bonus. On top of that, each player will receive 100 signos for participating. Please do not claim either of these in the update threads, we will be awarding them directly from this thread and will post a note on the bottom of your reply once completed.
This event will close on July 1st, 2020
There’s a river below our home, and the roots of our garden, and below the streets running through our city. The river flows not with water and it does not race across a bed of rocks and rough metals. And this river does not run towards the sea like a river ought too.
This river below our hooves runs towards the mountains, and the sky, and the seconds woven together to make up our clouds..
Of course there is always more to the story, but somewhere between the light and the mountains all the children fell asleep. Each generation remembers the ‘more’ to the story differently. Some children dream of fish in the current, and their children dream of seaweed that whispers, and their children’s children dream of whales and sharks schooling together like a flock of morning doves in the bright river.
No one has ever discovered where the story began, or if it's a tale or truth, or if the river really is silver bright enough to be god-blood instead of water. And soon as the generations passed like seasons, and the world shifted into something more political than magical, the story was forgotten (buried beneath the layers and layers of forest loam and storm deposits left behind on the shoreline).
But perhaps they might start to remember and wonder when the first horse discovers the tree.
It started with four seeds, each blessed and watered on the way from the mountain to the plain. The tree does not start as a sapling or a small tangle of newborn roots. This tree blooms suddenly as the summer turns to fall and all the grasses start to turn brittle as the nights cool. No one remembers how it happened and no one saw the tree rise from the ground like a slumbering giant.
They might guess at it though, when the rumors of the tree start to race through Novus faster than the wind. And like that forgotten bedtime story the features of the tree change with each telling, and each court, and each glass of wine.
In reality the tree is just as magical as the stories suggest. But perhaps they have unstated the wonder of the stained glass trunk and the way that no matter the hour the glass bark shifts and shimmers like a cloudy twilight sky.
Perhaps they have left out the way the grass around the tree is sand-golden, or the way it seems to shift and blow in the wind like Solterra’s dunes that never stay in quite the same place as the day before.
Or perhaps the tale has changed so much in the telling that it’s forgotten how the flowers bloom red as
Delumine’s poppies that never fold their petals into slumber.
And perhaps the last teller of the story forgot to mention that the leaves do not seem like leaves at all, but like stars that dance in the breeze instead of the cosmos.
Does it matter in the end, when you discover the tree for yourself?
A tree has appeared so suddenly in the Plains that no one remembers a moment between when it was there and when it was not. The tree is surrounded by golden grass that from a distance might look like desert Dunes. The leaves are silver and seem to be stars hanging off the branches until one gets close enough to see that the ‘stars’ do look a tiny bit like leaves. The tree truck is not made of wood but glass that shifts and shimmers between every color the dusk sky has ever known. The flowers blooming from the leaves are dawn-red and they open towards both the moon and the sun.
No one knows how the tree came to be (besides suddenly) or no one knows why the tree has chosen the plains to tower over like a god. But everyone might wonder, especially when the ‘once’ forgotten tales start to circulate again.
How to Participate
Happy Three Year Anniversary Novus!
This is a single IC event post to celebrate the event. Your character may discover the tree up close, come with others or alone, or perhaps they only see the tree at a distance and do not brave coming closer. How you respond to this prompt is totally up to you.
You can reply to this thread with each character if you'd like, and each character will be awarded a +1EXP bonus. On top of that, each player will receive 100 signos for participating. Please do not claim either of these in the update threads, we will be awarding them directly from this thread and will post a note on the bottom of your reply once completed.
This event will close on July 1st, 2020
Please be advised, tagging the Random Event account does not guarantee a response!
