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A Brief History of the Aelotoi
See Also: The Legend
of L'Naere, The Kiramon
Drawn from the Journals of Gwennelen
Mea'reth
Donated to the Libary Aies of House Illistim
15 Eoantos of the year 5103
Modern Era
30 Jastatos
 A
most unusual occurrence transpired this evening, one that
I believe may forever change the face of our Elanthia. I cannot
fully explain my feelings on the matter. Perhaps I share more
of my grandmother's oracular legacy than I care to admit.
A magical portal, more powerful than any seen by the living
mages and scholars of our noble House, has been opened. We
suspect, but are not yet certain, that a rogue wizard- I will
refrain from mentioning his name here until there is proof
of his perfidy- performed an ancient and forbidden incantation
that resulted in this mysterious portal.
From this portal streamed the members of a humanoid race;
one we have never seen before. We do not believe they are
of our world, as over the ages we have travelled every continent
on our fair planet. Most shockingly, the creatures were followed
by kiramon- the same type of kiramon that have plagued us
on Elanith for many millennia.
Sentries in the watchtowers of Ta'Illistim first noticed
oddly flickering light above the Wraithenmist. Two parties
of rangers were immediately dispatched to investigate the
source of the light.
And thus it was that the rangers were the first of our House
to spy the odd humanoid creatures. The scouting parties found
a small group of the off-worlders, huddled near the portal,
watching as more of their kind came through the mystical barrier.
As they were unarmed and did not appear to be any threat,
the patrol leader decided to send word back to the city.
Before the ranger serving as messenger even returned through
the forest to the city gates, the kiramon came streaming through
the portal and attacked the humanoid creatures. Our rangers
left their hiding places and began fighting the kiramon, even
as they sent thought through the magical amulets to send aid
quickly.
The Captain of the Illistim Guard quickly dispatched soldiers.
All among the populace who could bear arms or cast magic
set
upon the kiramon, eventually destroying them all, down to
the last soldier and worker. The winged humanoid creatures
were
saved, as they rose up and tried to fight the kiramon as
well, with what meager weapons they possessed... most often
their
bare fists, along with whatever sticks, rocks, and other
objects they could find.
Word of these humanoid creatures spread quickly among the
members of the royal household and the Scholars. First Master
Meachreasim bade me accompany him to the site of the magical
portal, and we travelled with Queen Myasara and her retinue,
guarded by a regiment of Illistim soldiers.
Although were only able to observe it for a few brief minutes,
here is what I can recall of the portal itself. In appearance,
it was most unusual. It looked like a shimmering cloud, shaped
somewhat like an egg laid on its side. A few more of the humanoid
creatures emerged from the cloudy orb as if coalescing from
within the thick silvery mist, and we could see no signs of
what might lie upon the other side. We knew not if there were
more kiramon lying in wait there.
Just as the Queen had decided to send a party through the
silvery mist to investigate, the portal itself closed, leaving
hundreds of the strange winged creatures stranded here in
deep in the Wraithenmist, on Illistim lands.
I have never seen or read of anything like this portal; Meachreasim
has expressed similar sentiments to me. The Queen, however,
was strangely silent on the matter.
At the Queen's command, the captain of the regiment had surrounded
the field where the portal had opened. After observing the
creatures for some short time, the captain informed the Queen
that he saw no threat from the beasts, and that it would be
safe enough to approach them. The Queen sent Meachreasim and
myself, accompanied by several soldiers, into the winged beasts'
midst.
As we approached the beasts, they huddled together even more,
many gazing upon us with unmistakable fear. Something in their
eyes, though, made me feel that they were somewhat intelligent.
Meachreasim asked the soldiers accompanying us to sheath their
weapons, which seemed to ease the creatures's discomfort somewhat.
They began speaking to one another in a tongue unknown to
us.
Very quickly it became apparent that we have no language
in common with the off-worlders. It was easy to see, however,
that they were starving, and many were also in need of healing.
Few had adequate clothing. Meachreasim and I returned to the
Queen and explained what we had seen.
Queen Myasara can be mercurial, but her majesty has ever
felt compassion towards all creatures, and has in her judgments
been far the most liberal Illistim ruler in history. The
Queen ordered that a camp be assembled, and the strange
humanoids
be treated for their injuries, fed and clothed. Meachreasim
and I stayed as the soldiers assembled the camp while the
Queen returned to the city with her retinue.
I can make a number of observations at this time. Physically,
the off-worlders greatly resemble the human race that resides
in Western Elanith, with some notable exceptions. They are
much of a height with the human race, and share similar skin
and hair coloring. They are somewhat slighter in build than
most humans. Their eyes, however, are quite large, almost
insect-like in their shape and diameter. They can clearly
see objects much farther to the sides, nearly to the rear,
of the direction they are facing, as I have seen the odd creatures
react to objects quite behind them.
Most intriguing of all are their wings. Each creature possesses
them, in varying shades of gold, green, blue and other shimmering
but earthy tones. The wings themselves are somewhat transparent
and quite beautiful. Their wings do not appear to have any
useful purpose; we have not seen them fly. A few of them have
exercised their wings, as if trying to fly, but have not been
successful. We have not formed any theory about why this may
be, but it is clearly distressing to the creatures, because
they have examined one another's wings with apparent great
concern.
After spending some hours in the camp observing, Meachreasim
and I returned to the city to report our findings to the Queen
and the other Master Scholars. The Queen has asked us to learn
more about the creatures, so we plan to return to their camp
tomorrow.
31 Jastatos
Early this morning First Master Meachreasim and I journeyed
to the off-worlder camp. Food, warm clothing, and some sleep
have apparently helped somewhat, because they don't seem to
be quite as... terrified as they were yesterday. Terrified-
there is no other word for it. They huddle together and cast
their eyes about as if they are waiting for the sky to fall
down upon their heads.
As Meachreasim and I sat upon cushioned chairs in a central
pavilion this afternoon, we were approached by three of the
off-worlders. Although clearly fearful, they seemed to want
to communicate with us. Somehow, they seem to be the leaders
of their species; the others of their kind defer to them in
all things.
Of the three, a male off-worlder took the initiative in speaking
to us. The male and female that accompanied him stood quietly,
waiting as he spoke. Although his language was melodious and
pleasant to hear, we had no words in common.
Meachreasim and I conferred briefly, and decided that perhaps
we could teach them a bit of our language; if elven proved
to difficult for the creatures to grasp, perhaps the more
guttural common tongue of the humans would suffice. We quickly
set about naming objects for them, and the winged off-worlders
proved to be adept at learning the names and repeating them
verbatim. To our surprise, not only did they quickly learn
the common language names, but they also grasped elven names
quite easily.
They also taught Meachreasim and myself their words for the
items, even as they learned ours. Their language is quite
interesting and fairly lyrical in sound. We have not yet been
able to determine how complex it is, but they certainly seem
capable of expressing complex thoughts and abstract concepts.
The leader calls himself Braedn. The female names herself
Mraensa, and the other male is Nadael.
They call themselves, as a group, the Aelotoi. We can only
presume this is their name for their race, so we have begun
referring to them as such.
Meachreasim and I are quite encouraged by our success today,
and have decided to remain here at the camp indefinitely to
continue working with the three. Perhaps if we can teach them
enough of our language, we may discover who they are and how
they came to cross a magical portal into Eastern Elanith.
6 Eoantos
The off-worlders have surprised us with their aptitude for
language. They have learned not only much of the common tongue,
but an extraordinary amount of the elven language as well.
Everything that we teach the three leaders each day, they
teach their own followers in the evening, and those they teach
in turn teach others during the next day.
Within mere hours new words and concepts are learned by even
the youngest of the Aelotoi. It is truly amazing to watch
their learning process, and they clearly are quite intelligent
to proceed so quickly. Meachreasim and I feel confident that
within a few more days, they will have enough skill to converse
freely with us about almost any subject.
8 Eoantos
Braedn has proven to have extraordinary ability with our
language. He has learned elven so much more quickly than we
anticipated. Alas, he has not yet divulged any details about
his people or their reason for arriving here, and the Queen
has grown impatient for this information. She has called a
Council and invited the heads of the other Great Houses to
attend.
Upon such short notice, only King Tyrnian of the Vaalor and
King Eamon of the Ardenai have arrived to attend the Council
meeting. Queen Cadhla of the Loenthra maintains an emissary
at the Illistim Scholars' library, and the emissary will attend
in the Loenthran Queen's stead. The other rulers sent their
regrets, but expressed curiosity about the outcome of the
discussions. The Nalfein, however, no doubt will have a spy
present; they are ever playing at clandestine games even when
they needn't do so.
Braedn, Mraensa and Nadael are to be brought to the city
of Ta'Illistim upon the morrow. Meachreasim and I will travel
back to the city with them.
11 Eoantos
The three off-worlders were brought to the Council Chamber
in BriarStone Keep this morning.
The chamber was full to overflowing with the House rulers
and their attendants, most of the ranking Illistim Scholars,
and others of the Queen's court currently in enough favor
to garner an invitation. The courtiers arrived at the event
as if it were a great party; ready to ogle and snicker at
the off-worlders. Many of the Scholars were, though more subdued
in their behavior, equally expecting something akin to a travelling
circus sideshow.
Only Meachreasim and myself, having spent the last days in
the company of the Aelotoi, had any inkling of their intelligence.
We knew that they were no mean beasts, but an advanced culture.
However, even the two of us were unprepared for the vast implications
of the tale that would unfold before the elven court this
day.
I will endeavor to recount the day's events here as accurately
as I can. This day has been most trying, but I will make this
record as complete as my scattered thoughts will permit.
For our work with the Aelotoi, Meachreasim and I were granted
places of honor near the Queen's Council seat.
Queen Myasara, as the host of the Council meeting, called
the session to order. After formally greeting the visiting
King Tyrnian and King Eamon, she requested that the visitors
be brought into the Council Chamber. As guards escorted Brandn,
Mraensa and Nadael into the chamber, tittering laughter rippled
through the courtiers' ranks. Ever the most snobbish among
us, and never happy unless demeaning those they consider lesser,
I wished fervently that the Queen had not permitted their
presence. Braedn and the other Aelotoi, to their credit, ignored
the loud whispers and laughter, proceeded to the center of
the chamber, and bowed low to the Queen.
Myasara nodded gracefully to the off-worlders. "What
is your name?"
"I am called Braedn, your Majesty."
Myasara blinked in surprise at the Aelotoi's perfectly pronounced
elven. "The Scholars Meachreasim and Gwennelen told me
that you had learned much of our language, off-worlder, but
even so I am surprised at your facility with it. Elven is
not an easy language to grasp."
Braedn merely nodded. I found myself grateful that I had
spent hours the evening before, schooling the three Aelotoi
leaders in courtly etiquette.
"Very well." Myasara settled back in her chair.
"I shall come straight to the heart of it. Who are you,
and what are you doing in elven lands?"
Braedn hesitated, as if searching for the right words. The
seconds dragged on so long that the courtiers began to whisper
far too loudly amongst themselves, wondering if he were too
stupid to understand the Queen's questions.
"My people are the Aelotoi, your Majesty. I am our...
leader, I think is the correct word." Braedn smiled and
bowed slightly to the Queen.
Myasara nodded. The Kings Tyrnian and Eamon simply stared
at Braedn, as if surprised at his intelligence and comport.
"And what has brought you here? I should like to understand
that magical portal through which you travel."
"I know not the origin of the portal, your Majesty,"
Braedn admitted. "I know only that our world was dying,
and upon finding the portal, we used it as our means to escape."
"Dying in what way?" King Eamon queried, shifting
in his chair. The Ardenai have ever been interested in the
world and growing things.
Braedn spread his hands wide and shrugged slightly. "Dying,
your Majesty. Our world has become barren. Few plants and
animals remain with which we can sustain ourselves. The Overseers
stripped our lands bare, and did not care if we died for lack
of food and water. We were grateful to find the portal to
your world."
"So... you are saying that you did in fact come from
another world entirely?" King Tyrnian raised an eyebrow
towards Braedn.
"I believe so. There is no place like this remaining
on our world," Braedn waved his hands to indicate the
greater world beyond the Council Chamber, "There are
few plants and little water. My world is barren, with storms
of dust and rain so harsh it will peel one's skin away. I
have never seen what you call trees before, though my ancestors
tell stories of them."
"Why were the kiramon hunting you?" Queen Myasara
asked.
Braedn gazed at the Queen, clearly puzzled. "I know
not the meaning of the word kiramon, your Majesty."
Raising an eyebrow in Braedn's direction, the Queen asked,
"Then what do you call those creatures who followed you?"
Braedn nodded in understanding. "They are the Overseers,
your Majesty."
"And why do these Overseers you speak of hunt you?"
King Tyrnian interrupted, as Queen Myasara bent leftward to
place a restraining hand upon his arm.
Casting an amused glance at King Tyrnian for his interruption,
Queen Myasara resettled the heavy skirts of her white velvet
gown and leaned back into the cushions of the Sapphire Throne.
"Very well, Braedn. Your story now, in full. We will
withhold further comment, and our judgment, until you have
finished spinning your tale." Her eyes twinkled, belying
her stern tone.
And thus it was that the off-worlder Braedn began the tale
that would forever change our perceptions of ourselves, our
race, and alter our future irrevocably.
 I
will freely admit that we, the elves, have not always treated
other races with the same respect we reserve for ourselves.
We evolved long before most of them crawled from their caves
and expressed a coherent thought in speech. Most of our race
believes, in fact, that the lesser races are unintelligent,
filthy, unevolved creatures with whom association is a waste
of our time.
Those of us in the Illistim Ministry of Scholars, however,
have a more tolerant view of the other races. In studying
these other cultures for the Chronicles, we have seen our
race reflected in ways we do not necessarily like. We scholars
are most certainly in the minority among the elves, however.
But I digress, and will continue narrating the day's events...
Braedn nodded to the Queen. He hesitated for some moments,
his gaze focused on the marbled floor, as if gathering his
thoughts.
"I suppose our tale begins with the Arrival, and with
L'Naere." Braedn again fell silent for a few moments,
as if unsure how to explain.
At the mention of the name L'naere, the Queen and two Kings
exchanged glances with one another before returning their
attention to Braedn. King Eamon's expression was that of open
surprise and skepticism. Queen Myasara's pale features betrayed
her wariness, and King Tyrnian's gaze sharpened upon Braedn
to a dagger's point.
I caught Meachreasim's gaze, wondering if he had any explanation
for their odd behavior. He merely shrugged slightly, a worried
crease to his brow that quickly faded into his customary impassive
expression. My unease grew.
Finally, Braedn continued.
"Amongst our storytellers, the tale of our Arrival has
been handed down from generation to generation. As the legend
goes, we were not born of our world, which we call Bre'Naere.
It was given to us by a goddess, L'naere, to save us, when
warfare threatened to destroy our First World. In a bid to
save our race from annihilation, L'Naere created for us a
new home, and helped us on a pilgrimage to find new life.
"We do not know the name of the First World, the world
before Bre'Naere. We did not yet have the skill of writing
at that time, and our history was passed through storytelling.
If we ever knew the true name of the First World, the name
has been lost to the ages and the Overseers' destruction.
"There is even dissention among our people over L'Naere,
whether she existed or is some fiction created by a long-dead
storyteller and handed down through the ages as fact. Many
of us, though, believe there is at least a small kernel of
truth to the tale.
"As the legend goes, L'Naere was a kind and giving goddess.
When the First World was threatened with destruction by unnatural
forces... I believe you call them, in your tongue, something
like demons... L'Naere saw our imminent destruction and began
to create a new world for us. She populated it with the living
things from our First World. She recreated the flora and fauna,
and helped our ancestors to gain access to this new world,
which we call Bre'naere. As the story goes, she disappeared
shortly afterward. Thus, we know not whether L'Naere really
existed at all, or was merely a fiction to entertain children
that somehow became legend."
Braedn paused to clear his throat, tugged slightly at the
collar of his fine crimson tunic. A group of seamstresses
from Ta'Illistim had toiled many hours altering large wagons
loaded with castoff clothing donated by both elves and humans.
As a result, most of the Aelotoi were now garbed presentably
well.
Queen Myasara gestured, and a chair was provided to Braedn
and his companions, along with glasses of cool water. Braedn
nodded his appreciation, and settled himself before continuing.
"Our history says that we lived many millennia in peace
after L'Naere's departure. We learned to farm the land, and
grow animals for food, instead of merely existing on what
we could hunt and forage. We built villages which eventually
grew into cities. We had fine artists and skilled architects.
We developed written language to preserve what we had learned
about ourselves and our world. We were ruled by a government
that was determined by popular election of leaders, and it
served us well. All this, and more, we lost with the arrival
of the Overseers. Our culture was destroyed 15 millenia ago."
Braedn smiled bitterly.
'As closely as we can account, the Overseers arrived on Bre'Naere
about fifteen millennia ago. They destroyed all we held dear
and subjugated our people into a life of slavery. They did
not stop at destroying our art, our books, our buildings...
they wrecked our bodies as well. We did not always have wings."
Murmurs rippled through the gallery at Braedn's comments.
"You're saying that... the Overseers modified your bodies?"
Queen Myasara's tone was horrified.
"Exactly that, your Majesty. Our eyes and our hearing
were changed by the Overseers. Our wings... we did not have
wings before the Overseers came. They violated our people
in every way imaginable," Braedn's voice was flat, toneless.
Though the current Illistim ruler is famous for her compassion,
I cannot ever recall seeing Queen Myasara more saddened than
she was by Braedn's words. She sighed deeply. "Please,
sir, continue."
It is a sign of respect, for any elven ruler to address a
commoner, especially one not of elven descent, as "sir".
Awareness whispered through the gallery as the nobles took
notice.
Braedn nodded. "For the last fifteen millennia, we have
lived in complete subjugation. The Overseers forced us to
mine our planet of every valuable resource that could be plundered.
At first, it was only precious minerals and gems. As those
were depleted, our planet was also stripped of all of L'Naere's
Gifts, the flora and fauna that had sustained us throughout
our race's lifetimes upon Bre'Naere.
"In short, your Majesty, there is nothing left of our
beloved Bre'Naere. There is almost no food, and what little
water exists is poison to us," Braedn gazed seriously
at each of the three seated rulers in turn.
"Therefore, I must beg of you to allow us to remain
in your lands, your Majesties. If you do not, we will surely
die."
The Queen was silent for a long moment, lost in thought.
Finally she looked up at Braedn once more. "How did you
get here?"
"I will try to explain, your Majesty. We don't quite
understand it ourselves. We found, for want of a better explanation,
a shimmering portal. We had never seen anything like it."
"Do you know how it was created?" King Eamon queried.
"No, your Majesty," Braedn answered. "At first,
we were afraid to go near the shimmering rift. We debated
for several minutes about what to do. Some among us counseled
that it must be evil, and to enter it would mean certain death.
Others felt that we had no choice but to explore what might
lie on the other side of the portal... because to stay on
the barren Bre'Naere, in slavery to the Overseers, meant certain
death to all our people.
"As the elected ruler, it fell to me to make the final
decision. 13 evenings past, I entered the rift, fully prepared
to die in my attempt to find a better life for my people.
Instead, to my relief and elation, I found myself in your
wood. I found the nearby lake and drank clean water for the
first time in recent memory. Then I crossed safely back through
the portal to my people, and convinced them to return with
me. And that is where your people found us, shortly before
the kiramon discovered we had escaped and came through the
portal after us."
"Can you explain why the portal disappeared?" King
Tyrnian gazed steadily at Braedn.
"I cannot, your Majesty. I know not how the portal was
created, nor how it was destroyed."
King Eamon spoke up. "Can you further describe your
slavery under the Overseers? You mention they did not appear
to read or write. How did they come to be on Bre'Naere? How
did they communicate with you? What did they look like?"
Myasara glanced uneasily at Eamon as he voiced questions
she clearly had been unwilling to ask. Eamon rested a hand
upon her arm, casting her a reassuring smile.
"They were insect-like. They were roughly the height
of an Aelotoi man, though in some cases a bit taller. They
had lidless eyes and borewings, though we never saw them
use their wings to fly. Their bodies were hard-shelled.
They communicated
with pheromones and clicking noises... the mental commands
we always understood, but the genetic modifications they
made
to our hearing enabled us to understand their spoken commands
as well. Some among their number would not touch our minds
and only spoke to us aloud."
I sat in stunned silence as loud conversations broke out
in the gallery while Braedn finished his description of the
Overseers. There was no doubt that the Overseers were kiramon.
Braedn's description of the telepathy confirmed it beyond
any shadow of doubt. My stomach clenched horribly as I counted
the centuries in my mind, counting backwards to the expulsion
of the kiramon at the end of the Elven-Kiramon Wars.
The kiramon had arrived on Braedn's world exactly when we
had expelled them from Elanith, 15 millennia ago.
The moment Braedn finished speaking, the Queen clapped her
hands.
"Silence! Everyone will leave, now," Myasara's
voice rang above the din.
She fixed Meachreasim and me with a momentary glance. "Except
the two of you."
Chaos reigned for several minutes as the nobles and the rest
of the attending Scholars left the Council Chamber, followed
by the royals' attendants. Finally, only the three rulers,
Queen Cadhla's emissary, Meachreasim and I remained, along
with the three Aelotoi.
Nonplussed, Braedn simply waited.
The Queen took a deep breath. "Is there anything else
you can tell us about the Overseers, Braedn?"
Braedn shrugged. "More than you would want to know,
your Majesty, without a doubt. I can tell you of their brutal
ways, their mutilation of our kind, the merciless stripping
of our world. Many of them commanded us by thought, yet they
rarely bothered to read what we were thinking, which allowed
us a small amount of freedom as long as we performed as we
were bid. They cared little for us, sparing extra effort only
for our females of breeding age so they could maintain their
supply of slave laborers.
"They completely decimated Bre'Naere with their ruthless
stripping of the land. There was nothing left of value on
our world, except my people. And many of our number have died
in recent years simply from sickness and lack of food and
fresh water," Braedn's voice, ever brittle, trailed off
into silence. His gaze dropped to the floor, only a small
tic in his cheek betraying the difficulty he felt as he described
the difficulty of his people's plight.
"You shall not want for anything, that I can promise
you," Myasara smiled sorrowfully at the three Aelotoi.
"Know that whatever lies ahead, your people will be provided
for."
Braedn bowed his head to her in thanks. He seemed to relax
slightly, exchanging small looks of relief with his kin.
Ringing for a member of her staff, the Queen bade the responding
housekeeper to see the three Aelotoi to comfortable rooms
and a warm meal. Silence fell as we watched the group leave
the Council Chamber.
"Do you think it could be true?" King Tyrnian's
question broke the stillness.
"They describe the kiramons' ways in perfect detail.
Right down to the telepathy, and the mutilations," Myasara
rose from her throne and paced the center of the room, twisting
her hands nervously. After a few moments she turned to face
Eamon and Tyrnian. "Think you that we elves, our ancestors,
visited this horror upon them?"
Eamon regarded her seriously. "We cannot discount the
possibility, even probability, that we did."
Tyrnian spoke, a hard edge to his voice. "We had no
choice. Had we not ejected the kiramon from this world, they
would have destroyed us, along with every other lesser race
on Elanith. You know the history of what they did here, Myasara,
as well as any. Your people suffered more than most."
Queen Myasara gazed sadly at Tyrnian. "Aye, I know well
what they did. My people did bear the brunt of it. But when
our ancestors created the portal and removed the kiramon from
this world, we never intended to hurt anyone else. That was
not at all what we wanted."
Eamon smiled gently at his childhood friend. "Mya, of
course no one intended it. It has happened, though. And you,
we, have been given a way to make amends."
"Aye, we will give them a home," Myasara chewed
her bottom lip pensively. "I do not think we have the
ability to remove the physical scars of their subjugation,
though," she gestured at her shoulders, clearly meaning
the wings.
"We do not even know if that would matter to them, now,
my dear," Tyrnian said. "After all, they have had
the wings for fifteen millennia, and they may consider the
appendages part of themselves, now. In any event, I do not
think it is worth considering at this juncture."
Myasara nodded. "You're quite right. I am most interested,
though... in this mention of a goddess named L'Naere. I believe
that as rulers and high-ranking Scholars, everyone present
here is familiar with the legend?"
Everyone nodded, except me.
The Queen glanced at me before pinning Meachreasim with a
reproving smile. "Meachreasim, my dear uncle, you have
been lax in Gwennelyn's education. Explain to her, briefly,
please," Myasara resumed her pacing, her footsteps ringing
on the marbled chamber floor.
Meachreasim turned to me. "I will share with you the
fuller version later. For now, you must understand only that
there is a legend of a traitor Arkati, one that the most educated
and esteemed scholars have debated the truth of for millennia.
"As the legend goes, there was once an Arkati named
L'Naere. In the time of the early ur-daemon wars, when we
elves still served the Arkati gladly, this L'Naere was purportedly
one of their number. She was, as the tales go, the Arkati
known as Giver of Life. If the myth be true, L'Naere created
at least two of the lesser races.
"When Fash'lo'nae opened the ur-daemon plane and permitted
the ur-daemon to enter Elanith to kill the drakes, many Arkati
chose to aid their masters, the drakes. As all Elanthian schoolchildren
are taught, those who aided their masters died. The remaining
Arkati hid from the war, and those Arkati are the ones who
remain to wield their influence on our world today.
"L'Naere was exiled to Lornon and Liabo along with the
other Arkati, but the legend doesn't say exactly which of
the two moons she was sent to. What is known is that she objected
to Fash'lo'nae's plan to unleash the ur-daemons upon the planet,
and greatly feared the loss of her creations.
"In an effort to preserve her work, L'Naere supposedly
located another world and furnished it with flora and fauna
from Elanith. She then began a secret plan to move members
of her races to this other world. Somehow, her plans were
betrayed. The other Arkati, for their part, felt she had been
moving Elanith's inhabitants elsewhere to consolidate her
own power, and distrusted her immensely. One of them, no one
knows who, betrayed L'Naere's activities to the drakes.
"No one can say how many she successfully moved before
she was caught by the drakes and killed as a traitor. No one
even knew what world she had moved them to, as she had so
carefully hidden her trail. Her name was summarily stricken
from all records, and no other Arkati has ever been known
to speak of her again."
The import of what Meachreasim had just explained to me sank
in. "She moved some humans off this world?"
"So the legend goes," he nodded. "The legend
also says that she offered the same sanctuary to elves, first,
and that the elves declined her offer. As for the humans,
the legend claims that she simply moved some of them without
anyone's permission or consent, and that she would have moved
more races, had she not been caught and killed. Arkati were
ever presumptuous," the old man chuckled.
I wondered briefly at the folly of good intentions.
The echoes of Myasara's footsteps died away as she seated
herself upon her throne once more. She glanced at the Loenthran
telepath. "Has your Queen anything to ask, or add?"
The emissary was silent for a few moments, then shook her
head. "I am sure My Queen will be shocked by this news,
your Majesty. I believe it best that you converse directly
with her, privately."
Queen Myasara sat pensively for several moments, drumming
her fingers upon the arm of her throne. Finally, she gazed
about the group, sadness evident upon her pale countenance.
'It is ironic, is it not, that in endeavoring to save ourselves,
this world, and by extension the lesser races of Elanith from
kiramon tyrrany, we inflicted this horror upon one of the
lesser races still?"
The Council was ended, then, and we each retreated in silence
to ponder the day's revelations.
12 Eoantos
 Since
yesterday's Council, the details of Braedn of the Aelotoi's
tale havespread throughout the city and beyond. Reaction has
been, of course, quite mixed. The elitists care not for the
Aelotoi's plight, believing the lesser races inferior and
being, in general, quite uncaring of any role our ancestors
may have played in the Aelotoi's subjugation.
The prevailing opinion, however, has been one of quiet introspection.
In the last few thousand years, and particular under the noble
rulers of Queen Myasara's generation, there has been a groundswell
of tolerance exhibited for the lesser races. Many among the
elves have been quite willing to donate food, clothing, lodging,
and other necessities to the newcomers. We are learning that
there is much more contentment to be found in helping the
Aelotoi than we ever expected.
The Aelotoi, in their turn, have been eagerly learning new
trades, and have proven to be apt pupils. They exhibit ready
smiles and easy manners, and have declared that they do not
bear any grudge for what happened so many millennia ago. They
have accepted our word that we did not know any sentient race
lived upon their world when we exiled the kiramon there.
Meachreasim and I, for our part, continue to spend time with
Braedn and his companions, teaching and yes, learning from
them. This may yet become my life's work.
The Queen has been conversing with Queen Cadhla of Loenthra
and King Gaendel of the Nalfein via the magical amulets, soliciting
their opinions on the situation.
I felt to my core that the world had changed when first I
saw the Aelotoi, and change the world has. It will be most
interesting to see how things continue to develop as the months
and years progress.
13 Eoantos
Queen Myasara closeted herself with King Tyrnian and King
Eamon before dawn. Several hours later the three emerged,
tired but resolute.
In an unprecedented move that shocked the most rigid of the
elven elitists to their very cores, the Kings and Queens of
the Five Noble Houses today decreed that all Aelotoi are to
be granted the right to earn full citizenship in all elven
cities.
Further, Queen Myasara has announced that an abandoned Illistim
town east the southern portion of Whistler's Pass, Glimae'den,
will be refurbished and given to the Aelotoi, to be used by
them as their new home. The refurbishment is expected to require
several months.
15 Eoantos
The acclimation of the Aelotoi to Elanthia continues. As
King Tyrnian surmised, they are not interested in having their
wings removed. Braedn has explained that their wings seem
a part of them now, and that to give them up would be like
giving up a badge of honor one has earned through great hardship.
They haven't yet determined why they cannot use them to fly
on this planet, and research in that area is ongoing.
To our surprise, the lesser races have also heard of the
Aelotoi's arrival, and donations of goods have begun arriving
from across the DragonSpine. As of this writing it is unclear
how the humans feel about their long lost cousins, but the
Turamzzyrrian Empire did send its good wishes to the Aelotoi
along with several wagons of tools and clothing.
As more weeks of adequate nutrition and empathic care come
and go, the Aelotoi are proving to be startlingly beautiful
and unique among Elanthians, both in body and spirit.
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