Book Of Ruling Kings: Chapter One

  • Book of Ruling Kings

    Chapter One

    A GOLDEN NOTE

    'Hadik yagla en talje gher Resaynia ald. Ot muhrhag dayn. Osuhn almese'ag abahr sut ohm yalif sul'm devahr, Nerevar.....'

    The final words of the Song of the Hortator whipped around the heads of the Ashlander Velothi as it was carried away by the Breath of Dagoth-Ur and the dancing began to slow. It was 2nd of the Sun's Dusk in the 3rd Era and the day the Kikkia tribe, one of the smallest tribes in Morrowind and netch herders all, worshipped Veloth's exodus from Alinor and his heralding of holy Boet-hi-Ah, sacred be his name.

    'We are the Velothi'

    The crowd gathered around the tribal yurts quietened to a hush as the oldest of them began to speak.

    'And I am the Wise Woman. I alone retain the true memory of our people and our Old Ways. This land is our home and the home of our blessed ancestors. It is the Promised Land of holy Resdaynia. It is our Paradise'

    This last sentence a drew a sneer from one of the tribe. A youth, old enough to have courage but young enough to lack wisdom.

    'You have a problem with my words child?'

    The youth visibly started at being singled out and the low murmur of the tribe became a cold silence. The youth's friends who sat around him began to shift to the sides in the hope of escaping association.

    'You say this land is paradise and yet it kills us quicker than frost bearded n'wah do'.

    'This land cuts us into better shapes. This land is holy'.

    'This land is hell'.

    There was an audible gasp as the congregated Ashlanders processed this. The Wise Woman sat still and unmoving, not saying a word. After a span of silence she groped for her staff and heaved herself to her feet and hobbled over to the youth, staring through him with unseeing eyes.

    'What makes you think that isn't the same thing boy?'

    The old blind woman smiled a toothless grin and padded around the centre campfire. Her eyes seeing nothing and yet every Velothi within the sound of her words felt as if she was looking directly at them.

    'We are a small tribe, it is true. Yet we have youngsters still. For many this is their first celebration of the Great Exodus, so your ignorance shall be forgiven. To know the connection the Velothi have to this land is to know our past. The great prophet Veloth led our people from the decadent home of the Aldmer, but he did not do it alone. With him were a great many people, big and small. One such was the patriarch of this very clan. A great warrior who was praetor to Veloth himself. And his name was Temujin.

    Merethic Era - Alinor

    I could tell by the look in his eye that he was worried. This in itself wasn't an unusual occurrence these days but still, another problem to add to the list is never good.

    'These dreams, Temujin. They are so strange and yet so real'

    'They are nothing Sera. Stress can play on ones mind and only surface when asleep. It will pass.'

    He was a young man, barely out of youth yet tall and wiry. He was more solidly built than most people his age or even his station, when he wasn't studying philosophy of the Old Ways he had spent most of his youth training with warhammers. We stood on an outer balcony that overlooked the sprawl of the city below. He turned to face me with a sad look in his eye but also a hint of a smile.

    'How many times do I have to tell you Temujin, call me Veloth. How long have we been friends now?'

    'We've been friends longer than I can remember Sera but you are still of noble stock and I am just a guard.'

    'Nobles aren't born my friend, nobility is something gained through choice.'

    'I fear the other Highborn would not agree with that statement.'

    'The other princes agree with so little of my opinions these days that it's starting to become a trend.'

    'Tell me of this dream Sera. I may not be skilled at interpreting these sort of things but it may help to get it out in the open.'

    'I dreamt of a world of ash. I was running, but I don't think I was running from something. I think I was running to something. In front of me three large shadows loomed and they were whispering in languages I have never heard before and yet they sounded familiar. Their familiar-yet-not tongue began to morph, no longer words now but a steady thrum. Like a banging of a drum... or the beating of a heart. I felt like I was starting to understand, as if I was on the verge of epiphany. That was when my eyes turned to fire and then I awoke.'

    THE ENDING OF THE WORDS

Comments

6 Comments
  • Veloth the Prophet
    Veloth the Prophet   ·  August 22, 2015
    Thanks Boro 
  • Borommakot
    Borommakot   ·  August 21, 2015
    I dig :)
  • Veloth the Prophet
    Veloth the Prophet   ·  August 21, 2015
    Yeah I redid the format, for some reason it puts double spaces everywhere sometimes. 
  • Veloth the Prophet
    Veloth the Prophet   ·  August 20, 2015
    Thanks guys. I haven't wrote anything in a real long time so it was pretty difficult to get this out. I'm hoping the more a write the better it will start to flow. So please for the love of Vehk give me all the constructive criticism you've got! 
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  August 19, 2015
    The old name of Genghis Khan. Temujin. Nice start. I like me a Morrowind story. :) Looking forward to more. 
    Is it me, though or is the formatting funny? Sometimes I get this too and have to backspace and then delete, so it comes out more normal-looking. 
  • Edana
    Edana   ·  August 19, 2015
    Wow this is a really, really good start Veloth. And here sooner than I thought! Looking forward to the next installment. Keep it up! :)