War of Subservience (Myth)

Well I wrote this up in my beast description, however Atri said that it was not an actual war, so I decided to post the myth here as a history to help it make more sense. I can't find a format on how we are supposed to write up histories, so I am going to just copy and paste the myth. Also, for more background information, look up Shadow Drake in the beastry thread.

Myth Part 2: The Pact

A young Shadow Elf boy was playing in the Marshes just outside the village. The boy looked longingly to the west, hoping to catch sight of Etíná so that he could finally go home, but there was no sign of the dragon. Sighing, he turned his head back towards the small toy he had been playing with. Suddenly the wind picked up. The young boy once again turned towards to the west to see what appeared to be a huge dust storm heading towards the village. Forgetting his toy in his haste, he sped into the village. The wind picked up the discarded toy and through it into the water. The boy ran through the streets shouting “She’s coming.”

He stopped in front of one house, running up the stairs, unto the porch before halting in front of a man in a rocking chair. “Etíná… has…returned,” he panted.
The old man rose from his chair. Grabbing his cane, he hobbled towards the entrance to the villiage. There was chaos in the streets. Finally the pandemonium subsided. The Elves formed a semicircle around the entrance with the old man and the young boy in the center. The wind speed increased steadily, whipping up dust and dirt. Just as suddenly as it had started, the wind stopped. The dirt and dust settled, revealing a large black drake with a smaller one in her mouth.

“Welcome home Etíná,” the old man said, “I see you have brought one of your children.” Etíná set the young drake on the ground, and it scampered behind her enormous leg.

“Good to see you again father,” Etíná replied, “I have come with a proposition that will unite out two races permanently. Valannía and I have been discussing this since we left you and have decided this plan is the best. Every year we shall bring you hatchlings, one from each litter that has been born. These drakes will serves as guardians for their Shadow Elf partner, while their Elf will teach them combat and protect them while they are still young. This young drake,” she said, gesturing towards the drake behind her leg, “is the first one will present to you.” Etíná pushed the young drake forward with her head. Then, bowing to the old man one last time, she backed away. The young drake attempted to follow, but the old man barred its way with his cane. Etíná started to flap her wings once again, causing the wind to pick up, before speeding off to the west.

“Boy,” the old man said, looking at the boy from the field, “Take this drake back to my house. There I will teach you how to raise it.” The young boy took a step forward, scooping up the terrified hatchling in his arms and departed, heading towards the porch of the old man’s house.

Time Lapse 2

One thousand two hundred years pass in which the two races work as equals. Then one Elf rallies the other Shadow Elves to enslave the Melór Dalá. The drakes leave their Shadow Elf partners and return to thier small colony to warn the other Melór Dalá of the Shadow Elf attack.

Myth Part 3: The Beginning of the War of Subservience

Jhehellán: Jhehellán’s eyes fluttered opened.

“What happened?” he thought to himself. Looking around he saw his house was a mess. Then it came back to him. His Melór Dalá, Vír, had disobeyed him, saying,

“We are equal partners”

“hmpf. Equal partners indeed! Oh, I showed that stupid drake. Even his scales couldn’t have protected him from that beating” he thought to himself smiling. Then he remembered something that wiped the grin of his face. Touching his hand to the side of his head gingerly, he felt the dried blood that matted down his hair.

“It attacked me!” he said aloud. “Why I oughta… Wait I can use this to my advantage.” Grinning once more, he hobbled out the door to his neighbor’s house. An attractive young woman opened the door. When she saw his battered body, she gasped and hurried him inside. After making sure he sat down in a chair, she went outside and returned with a cloth and a bucket of water. She tried to wash Jhehellán’s face, but he resisted.

“Please, go gather the Elves. I need to tell them what happened. It is a matter of life or death!” The woman nodded and ran outside.

“That was easy.” He thought. A few hours later almost all of the Shadow Elves were gathered outside the house. Jhehllán rose from the couch and began to speak to the congregated Elves. Jhehellán fabricated a story about how his Melór Dalá had attacked him. He surprised himself by how real the story sounded.

“Maybe I should be a bard,” he thought grinning inwardly. His story stunned the elves to silence. After allowing a few seconds for the story to sink in, he spoke once more.

“We cannot allow the Melór Dalá to do as they please. Next time they may kill some one. The first step we must take to protect ourselves is to kill all the Melór Dalá in out village. They believe they have too much freedom and they need to learn who their masters are. We will use them as an example for the others. Then we must make preparations for war!” The Elves, blinded by Jhehellán’s lies slaughtered all the drakes inside the city and piled their carcasses outside the city where they were burned. Preparations were made an the Elves prepared to march against the Melór Dala

Vír: After knocking Jehehllán unconscious, the drake sped westward to warn the other Melór Dalá of the threat. His body was bruised from Jehellán’s beating, despite the protection offered by his hard scales, and his wings were torn. He regretted having to leave the other drakes inside the village, but gathering them all would have attracted to much attention. Knowing his former partner, an Elven Army would be marching west within the month, hardly enough time to train the other drakes, especially since he was the only drake surviving who had been trained in combat.

“Maybe some of the others survived he thought hopefully. Using his wings to slow himself down, he turned around to face the city. In the distance he saw a large black mound smoking. The smell of burning flesh hung in the air. Lowering his head to shield his eyes from the gruesome sight, he continued his flight westward. At the edge of the colony, he slowed down and entered walking. His shredded wings and battered body attracted the attention of all the Melór Dalá inside the encampment. By the time he reached the small circle of nests in which the council resided, almost every drake in the colony was following him. He took a deep breath before stepping forward. Inside he found the council already in a meeting. His battered body silenced the council. An old female drake, who seemed to be leading the council, broke the silence.

“What has happened to you?” she asked worried. Vír recounted his whole story to the council, finishing by telling them about the deaths of the other guardians.

“If I know my former partner as well as I believe, an Elven army will be marching towards us soon. I need the council to give me permission to lead an army to repel them,” he said.

“The council has no objection to this. I will gather all of the Melór Dalá who are able to fight, but you must understand that we are not warriors,” said another other Melór Dalá.

“Thank you,” Vír replied, “I will train them to the best of my ability. Have all of the drakes you choose meet me outside of the colony to begin training.” The council departed to gather the other drakes. Vír was left alone in the council’s meeting place. Turning slowly, Vír left the colony to create a small training ground.

After completing his training ground, Vír gather the Melór Dalá that the council had gathered. Breaking up the assembled soldiers into smaller groups, he had them rotate through stations to test their abilities. He studied each drake and noted their strengths and weaknesses. After this preliminary testing was complete, he selected a few drakes whom were the most talented in certain aspects of fighting to help him train the others.

A month passed during which the drakes trained vigorously. Though they were nowhere near as skilled as Vír had wished, he had to admit that they were better than he had expected.

“A few more weeks…” His thought was interrupted by a timid voice coming from behind him.

“Excuse me sir,” Vír turned to face a young drake, “But the scouts have reported an army of shadow Elves is marching towards out colony.” Vír cursed the Elves.

“Why did they have to move so quickly,” he thought.“Tell the Melór Dalá soldiers to go to the battle field we have selected. I will meet them there.” After the young messenger departed, Vír offered a prayer up to Coor before swiftly heading for the battle field. When he arrived, he saw the troops already in their defensive positions.

Jehellán: The Shadow Elves were camped at the base of a steep incline that led to the nests of the Melór Dalá. Jehellán sat in his tent at the center of the encampment, eating his mid-day meal, when the tent flap opened to reveal one of Jehellán’s generals. The general bowed before beginning to speak.

“The scouts have returned. You were correct, the Melór Dalá are stationed at the top of the incline. If we defeat them here, they will have no time to regroup before we reach the nests.”

“Tell me general,” said Jehellán, “How many paths are there to reach the top?”

“Only one My Lord,” he responded, “and it is heavily guarded.”

“So that is his plan,” thought Jehellán, “He means to channel us into the pass. Well, we will just have to meet him head on.” Jehellán addressed the general once again.

“Prepare to move out and head for the pass. Tell the men to move carefully because it is most likely trapped.” The general bowed once more before departing.

Time Lapse 3:

Jehellán moved all of his men forward into the pass where they met the drakes in combat. As he had predicted, the pass was trapped with falling rocks and hidden ditches. Despite the enormous number of troops that he lost to the traps, Jehellán pushed forward and he eventually reached the end of the mountain pass. it was here that he and his generals met Vir in combat. In a last, desperate effort to repel the enemy, Vir siezed Jehellán and his generals and through himself off the top of th mountain into teh pass below. The fall killed both the drake and Shadow Elves instantly. Suddenly unsure of how to react, the Shadow Elves fled to the safety of their city. For the next two thousand years, the two races fought. Then one day, a young Shadow Elf mage made a discovery that would give the Shadow Elves the upper hand.

Myth Part 4: Eyá’s Discovery and the Bonding of the Melór Dalá

A young Shadow Elf sits in her master’s study. She twirls a piece of her long hair around her finger while reading a scroll. The sounds of Shadow Elves preparing for battle drift into the room. An old man in long, black robes and leaning on a quarterstaff enters the room.

“Eyá, you should be getting ready for battle. The Melór Dalá have never come so close to the city.”

“Yes Master. I will be out in a minute,” she says, returning to her reading. The old man shakes his head smiling before departing. Suddenly the girl’s face brightens as she reads the scroll.

“To enslave a creature one must use the magic of Coor. The following spell must be said,” she mutters. She quickly re-reads the scroll.

“Eyá hurry,” shouts the old man from another room. Eyá quickly tucks the scroll into her robes. She grabs her quarterstaff and her spell reagents before heading out to join the other soldiers. She searches through the crowd, attempting to find her master. She sees him talking with a few other mages.

“Master, Master,” calls, “I think I just found a spell…”

“Not now Eyá,” he replies, “Come one go braid you hair so it stays out of your face. We are leaving soon.” The old man walks off to go talk with another mage. Irritated, Eyá stalks off to braid her hair.

“I’ll show him,” she says to herself, “I’m going to use this spell today and enslave my own Melór Dalá.”

“I do no think that would be wise Eyá.” A young man walks up behind her. He is wearing robes similar to her own. “Master always said not meddle in magic you do not understand. It can get you killed.”

“Go away Ahmán. I am in no mood for you,” she replies, turning to leave. Ahmán reaches forward and grabs her arm, turning her to face him.

“Promise me you will not use that spell unless there is nothing else. We cannot afford to lose you,” he said.

“Fine, I promise, now go away,” she snapped back, stalking off towards the rest of the mages. Ahmán shook his and sighed before following. A few hours later, the Shadow Elves left the city, to find the Melór Dalá within striking distance. Soon the battle was joined and it did not take long for Eyá to become separated from her fellow apprentices in the torrent of the battle. Soon she found herself cornered by a larger Melór Dalá.

Eyá shrieked as the Melór Dalá spit acid at her. In desperation, she threw up her quarterstaff and attempted to block the acid, but it was quickly disintegrated. She fumbled with her pouches to try and grab her spell reagents, but the Melór Dalá was quicker. It swung its tail, aiming for her head. Eyá screamed as the spiked ball grazed the top of her head. Suddenly the Melór Dalá shrieked. Eyá turned to Ahmán casting another fire spell. The Melór Dalá turned to face the new threat. Ahmán, consumed in his casting, did not see the drake charging at him until it was too late. The young mage was swept off of his feet and went flying three peds before he smacked into a boulder. His limp body slid down the rock and onto the earth below. In desperation, Eyá pulled the scroll out from the pocket in her robe.

“Oh the irony,” she thought to herself. “Ok step one mark the target with your blood.” The young mage looked around for an object to cut herself with and found a sharp rock. After slicing her arm she cast a wind spell to send the blood flying onto the Melór Dalá, who was moving toward Ahmán’s limp body.

“Next read the following spell.” Eyá read the spell aloud, and when she finished she looked over the unrolled parchment to see that the Melór Dalá had stopped in its tracks.

“I wonder if this worked,” she thought. Turning to the Melór Dalá she said, "Pick him up and return him to the others.” The drake, startled by its own actions, picked up the limp body and sped off in the direction of the city.

Ending:

After Eyá and her new companion returned to the city with her friend's body, she recounted her story to her master, who then presented it to the other Elves. The mages then set to writing the spell down on many pieces of paper, one for each Shadow Elf. Soon, The Elves marched towards the drakes, hunting them down and enslaving them

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