This is an idea that has been bouncing around in my head for a while. I don't know if it is possible, but I dearly hope so. I leave that up to you, Prophet, as well as the founders. I look forward to any comments or suggestions anyone has to improve this.
In the early days after the Valterrian, before Avanthal was born, there were times when darkness covered the North, and Syna’s and Leth’s light did not come for many days on end. It was Priskil who saw the need to spread light and, with it, hope. It was Her first great act after the loss of Her love to the plots of Sagallius. Even though She had taken on some of the powers of Her love, Aquiras, She still lacked the strength to complete the task on Her own, and so She turned to the other Gods and Goddesses for help. As seemed to be the case with every one of them, they wanted to leave their own mark on the creation, and every mark seemed to pervert the purpose of the light. All but one.
When Rhaus came to Priskil, He told Her of a vision He had of a beautiful creature gracing the skies over the Northern Wastes, one that outshone Syna and Leth both, but rather than just be a visual being, Rhaus wanted to give it a voice. The creature should be able to speak and to sing, no more, no less. She had intended the creature to be the Protector of the North when it seemed all other Gods and Goddesses had abandoned it, and Rhaus’ suggestion only gave the creature more power to do so. She acquiesced to the God of Song’s request, and the aroura borealis was born as the God and Goddess weaved song and light into the folds of the sky.
When Morwen took the Vantha north to find a place for them to live and for Her to retreat during the three seasons of the year when She was not active in the rest of Mizahar, they followed this strange new light in the sky, its dancing colors guiding them home. It was beneath this light that Avanthal was founded. |
In the early days of the creation of Avanthal, Morwen communed with the Aurora. She heard its song and, realizing the creature was alive, attempted to talk to it. The creature, having been born to protect the North and understanding who Morwen was and what She intended, took immediately to Her and spoke at great length with Her, but it had had no interaction with anyone since its creation. It didn’t understand the world the way humans or even the Goddess did. Instead, it merely talked about what it had seen and what it continue to see.
It was said that this was one of the greatest challenges Morwen had ever faced, but She was as formidable as the winter. With the patience of the ever-building snow, She taught the aurora how to converse in terms people would understand. The creature had been lovingly crafted by two deities and had a cold intelligence. It learned quickly and soon began to have regular chats with the Goddess as She watched over the creation of Her city. As the aurora grew more comfortable, Morwen revealed her discovery to Her people, and those who wished came to talk with the light of the North. As the Protector of the North, the aurora willingly spoke with any who came to it, but only twice did it consider someone to be its friend.
The fortunate two were not its creators. As much as it adored them for giving it life, they were nothing but distant memories; they had created it and left it to pursue more immediate concerns. No. It was Morwen and another who came much later.
But, as it seems happens with all good things, an end came. As Vantha seem want to do, they spread tales of what they had seen. Foreigners heard of the auroura, and some wished to gain the knowledge and power it had for themselves. Few were successful making it to the growing city. The wilds of the North protected themselves. Those who did make it, though, were the cleverest of those attempting, and they in no way lacked ingenuity or motivation to obtain what they had come for.
Morwen saw what was happening and struck down the offenders but not before the aurora was wounded. When the thieves were questioned, it was revealed that they had intended to take the aurora for its voice. It could see much and tell of it all. Anyone who could control such a power would undoubtedly be at an advantage. Justice was brutal and cold, and they were given undefended to the wilds of the North.
Consulting the aurora’s creators, Morwen brought them to nurse their wounded creation back to its former glorious self. Priskil infused it with more of Her light, but the creature wasn’t the same. It had retreated into itself. It wanted to hide. Morwen begged Rhaus to defend his creation by taking away that which had made it a target to begin with, but Rhaus refused to let the voice of the aurora die. Instead, He tasked the Vantha with its keeping, and from that day on, a single Vantha has always been blessed with the Voice of the Aurora.
The Voice of the Aurora is a spectacular gift. It lends the singer immense vocal beauty that few with a lifetime of practice could obtain. This voice is passed on at the whim of the aurora to keep those who hold it humble. When the aurora seeks a new carrier, it doesn’t necessarily choose based on musical talent. Rather, it chooses based on attributes only it could possibly understand. While the carrier is usually a Snowsong, this has not always been the case. Up until five years ago, Lee’ena was the Voice of the Aurora. At that time, the Voice was passed on to Neena. |
During the events of the Djed Storm of 512 AV, Neena Snowsong sought solitude as a comfort. She found that the Kaliara Observation Deck was a great place to find some peace. Not to mention, it kept her out of the water that seemed to pervade everything. In the warm nights, she watched the aurora dancing through the sky, and on the nights when the wind wasn’t howling, Neena began to hear a voice. This troubled the young Snowsong, and she brought her worries to Morwen.
The two returned to the observation deck and waited, listening for what the girl had heard. For two full nights, even in the midst of the turmoil of the storm, the two anticipated the return of what Neena had heard. Their patience was rewarded. In the early hours of the second morning, a voice came. Morwen smiled, maybe for the first time since the storm had begun. There was no mistaking the voice of Her old friend. Somehow, through the power of the storm, the aurora had found its voice again, but it was changed. It was frightened by what had happened to it centuries prior, and it had forgotten how to speak in ways people understood.
But Morwen knew her old friend well, and She did understand it. She spent the rest of the night responding to its odd observations in between telling Neena the story of the aurora, its voice, and how it had lost it. Neena asked Morwen to construct a place for communing with the creature. The following year, when the effects of the storm had subsided and the world was frozen again as it should be, a place with open access to the sky where the aurora seemed to glow brightest was selected and a simple temple erected.
The Temple of Aurora was a very simple construction. It was a roofless building with a single room. Its round wall was constructed of icestone and built with perfect acoustics to enhance the sounds from the sky while dulling the roar of the wind. For any who wished to commune with the aurora, they needed only to enter and listen. But the new voice the aurora had found was a quiet one, and only by truly listening and stilling one’s mind could the aurora truly be heard.
*I leave the details of interaction with the aurora and its temple up to you, Prophet. As I imagine it, interaction with the aurora would be a moderator only thread. Meditation and, to a lesser extent, observation would be skills required to hear anything at all from the aurora, with hearing coming easier the more experience one has with those. Competent meditation would be the lowest level at which one would be able to hear the aurora. Those blessed by Rhaus and Priskil would also have an easier time hearing the creature.* |
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