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In-Game Roleplay Events / Passing it on (GM event)
« on: February 21, 2015, 07:41:58 pm »
Thanks for the event today. It was fun. It was nice to hunt with everyone today. I haven't done that in awhile.
For those that missed it. The event was based on Enkidukia lore. It involved trying to save the
Graalahkam-Maarhe, the Memory-singer of the Sarraghi Pack. They are the keepers of the unwritten History and lore of the Enkidukia peoples. Through song they pass on that knowledge to others. Typically, each pack or tribe may have a Memory-singer. In the past, with the lost of the packs Graalahkam-Maarhe, the tribe was often disbanded. With the plague effecting the Sarraghi Pack and their Dzar closed to the outside world the fear of that loss is very great.
Upon helping to gather the necessary resources to extent the life of the Sarraghi Graalahkam-Maarhe so that knowledge could be passed on. Those that participated were rewarded with a song of Enkidukia lore based on their Home-world. (Which you can find in their history here)http://planeshift.top-ix.org/pswiki/index.php?title=Enkidukai
Here is the Memory-song that the Sarraghi Graalahkam-Maarhe shared
"Today, we share a memory. A memory that is not often shared outsides the bounds of the
six Packs of the Enkidukia. It is the memory of Phon'larr' Jit. OUR WORLD! Our world, in which the
peoples dawned. This is the memory of who we were, of who we are. This is the memory of Enkidukia.
This is our song."
Phon'larr'jit (Homeworld)
We will remember
Our world, so long ago.
The wind, calling forth across the seas.
Sharing the sounds of life with each breeze.
The long grasses, dancing upon the plains,
golden waves as far as the eyes can see.
It was here, it was here, we were raised.
Fifty Packs strong were we, Enkidukia.
So proud, so free, we lived then.
There beneath the light of your reddened sun.
The Hunter's Eye, burning still.
Always, in our hearts.
Vejhape, Vejhaba (Brother, Sister)
Let us remember
Our home long ago
So proud, we were then.
Laying claim, to all that for which we shared.
Until, the golden fields of our home,
flowed rich with the blood of our kin.
As one, the packs fell against the other.
Bloody masses upon the fields of sorrow.
Like fallen tears, they pooled together,
to form a lake of lost souls.
The Hunter's eye burned brightly then,
as it fell from the sky.
Gharrak Brumi (Ancient Seer of the Akkaio)
Let us remember
Your words so long ago
Ancient Seer of the Ancient Akkaio,
that our deeds would bring our misfortune.
Yet, your wisdom bore it's price.
Never, would you see our weapons cast aside.
We stood together once more.
We mourned for our loss.
Fifty years, we would know peace.
Before your words would bear the truth.
Then, the horned ones came onto our land,
and set to our demise.
Demasita (tommorow)
Let us remember
Our home so long ago
When the faceless ones,
brought upon our peoples, the Long Death.
The darkened skies,
as the pyres burned black.
In countless numbers,
the horned beasts marched against us.
We gathered our children.
The things we valued most.
To the East we fled, as Gharrak foretold,
to seek our new home.
Inu jhu demah (Today)
Let us remember
Our peoples so long ago
As we looked back through to yesterday
from the mountains in the East.
Our great Dzars, burning against the the sky.
overrun by the void of blackness
The brave warriors that stayed,
slain or worse.
Each, choosing their own fate.
So, that their peoples had time.
To carry our hopes into tomorrow,
before the blue door closed them behind.
Let us remember for them
We are Enkidukia
This is our song
Thanks Zunna and Iridia and the GM team for allowing me to participate. It was a pleasure.
For those that missed it. The event was based on Enkidukia lore. It involved trying to save the
Graalahkam-Maarhe, the Memory-singer of the Sarraghi Pack. They are the keepers of the unwritten History and lore of the Enkidukia peoples. Through song they pass on that knowledge to others. Typically, each pack or tribe may have a Memory-singer. In the past, with the lost of the packs Graalahkam-Maarhe, the tribe was often disbanded. With the plague effecting the Sarraghi Pack and their Dzar closed to the outside world the fear of that loss is very great.
Upon helping to gather the necessary resources to extent the life of the Sarraghi Graalahkam-Maarhe so that knowledge could be passed on. Those that participated were rewarded with a song of Enkidukia lore based on their Home-world. (Which you can find in their history here)http://planeshift.top-ix.org/pswiki/index.php?title=Enkidukai
Here is the Memory-song that the Sarraghi Graalahkam-Maarhe shared
"Today, we share a memory. A memory that is not often shared outsides the bounds of the
six Packs of the Enkidukia. It is the memory of Phon'larr' Jit. OUR WORLD! Our world, in which the
peoples dawned. This is the memory of who we were, of who we are. This is the memory of Enkidukia.
This is our song."
Phon'larr'jit (Homeworld)
We will remember
Our world, so long ago.
The wind, calling forth across the seas.
Sharing the sounds of life with each breeze.
The long grasses, dancing upon the plains,
golden waves as far as the eyes can see.
It was here, it was here, we were raised.
Fifty Packs strong were we, Enkidukia.
So proud, so free, we lived then.
There beneath the light of your reddened sun.
The Hunter's Eye, burning still.
Always, in our hearts.
Vejhape, Vejhaba (Brother, Sister)
Let us remember
Our home long ago
So proud, we were then.
Laying claim, to all that for which we shared.
Until, the golden fields of our home,
flowed rich with the blood of our kin.
As one, the packs fell against the other.
Bloody masses upon the fields of sorrow.
Like fallen tears, they pooled together,
to form a lake of lost souls.
The Hunter's eye burned brightly then,
as it fell from the sky.
Gharrak Brumi (Ancient Seer of the Akkaio)
Let us remember
Your words so long ago
Ancient Seer of the Ancient Akkaio,
that our deeds would bring our misfortune.
Yet, your wisdom bore it's price.
Never, would you see our weapons cast aside.
We stood together once more.
We mourned for our loss.
Fifty years, we would know peace.
Before your words would bear the truth.
Then, the horned ones came onto our land,
and set to our demise.
Demasita (tommorow)
Let us remember
Our home so long ago
When the faceless ones,
brought upon our peoples, the Long Death.
The darkened skies,
as the pyres burned black.
In countless numbers,
the horned beasts marched against us.
We gathered our children.
The things we valued most.
To the East we fled, as Gharrak foretold,
to seek our new home.
Inu jhu demah (Today)
Let us remember
Our peoples so long ago
As we looked back through to yesterday
from the mountains in the East.
Our great Dzars, burning against the the sky.
overrun by the void of blackness
The brave warriors that stayed,
slain or worse.
Each, choosing their own fate.
So, that their peoples had time.
To carry our hopes into tomorrow,
before the blue door closed them behind.
Let us remember for them
We are Enkidukia
This is our song
Thanks Zunna and Iridia and the GM team for allowing me to participate. It was a pleasure.