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	'''Whispers On The Winds of Time'''<br>		'''Whispers On The Winds of Time'''<br>
	by Kyrie Needels<br><br>		by [[Kyrie]] Needels<br><br>

	Allow me to introduce myself; I am Master Bard Kyrie		Allow me to introduce myself; I am Master Bard Kyrie
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	The tale I offer you today was one shared by an old		The tale I offer you today was one shared by an old
	Rakash woman I had the privilege of sharing a campfire		Rakash woman I had the privilege of sharing a campfire
	with deep within the Ker'leor one chilly spring night.		with deep within the [[Ker'leor]] one chilly spring night.
	After dinner, I felt comfortable enough to inquire as		After dinner, I felt comfortable enough to inquire as
	to the changes her race experiences. She responded by		to the changes her race experiences. She responded by
	howling an acknowledgement at Katamba, whose fullness		howling an acknowledgement at [[Katamba]], whose fullness
	in the night sky was evidenced by her fine coat,		in the night sky was evidenced by her fine coat,
	before reciting in a voice enhanced by a low growling		before reciting in a voice enhanced by a low growling
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	"Our ears and hearts are as one now, as they have		"Our ears and hearts are as one now, as they have
	always been, as befits the grand pack that follows and		always been, as befits the grand pack that follows and
	serves the Lord God Mrod. So it has been told, passed		serves the Lord God [[Mrod]]. So it has been told, passed
	from lip to ear all the years of our lives, of the		from lip to ear all the years of our lives, of the
	ways of the pack, the Rakash, and the Lord God Mrod.		ways of the pack, the [[Rakash]], and the Lord God Mrod.

	We have changed now, not in our ways, but in where we		We have changed now, not in our ways, but in where we
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	a rite long lost and never shared with anyone I knew.		a rite long lost and never shared with anyone I knew.
	All I do know is that Grazhir was pearlescent and lit		All I do know is that [[Grazhir]] was pearlescent and lit
	up the sky, and Katamba shone gold as the sun. Until		up the sky, and Katamba shone gold as the sun. Until
	the time of the darkness, that is. Grazhir was		the time of the darkness, that is. Grazhir was

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'''Whispers On The Winds of Time'''<br>
by Kyrie Needels<br><br>

Allow me to introduce myself; I am Master Bard Kyrie
Needels. My main interest lies in the telling of
tales, tall and otherwise. For several years now, I
have traveled Elanthia in search of new material, and
I have found that many good stories are recounted over
ale or at a campfire. Amazing quantities of our
history are stored in the minds and hearts of our
populace and often lost with the passing of the
teller. I have chosen for my life's work to ensure
that some of these tales reach a wider audience so
that future generations may also enjoy them.

The tale I offer you today was one shared by an old
Rakash woman I had the privilege of sharing a campfire
with deep within the Ker'leor one chilly spring night.
After dinner, I felt comfortable enough to inquire as
to the changes her race experiences. She responded by
howling an acknowledgement at Katamba, whose fullness
in the night sky was evidenced by her fine coat,
before reciting in a voice enhanced by a low growling
timbre:

"Our ears and hearts are as one now, as they have
always been, as befits the grand pack that follows and
serves the Lord God Mrod. So it has been told, passed
from lip to ear all the years of our lives, of the
ways of the pack, the Rakash, and the Lord God Mrod.

We have changed now, not in our ways, but in where we
live, thrown from our homes in flight from unspeakable
evil. We have surmounted such before, and we shall
again. The way of the pack leads all to the best, and
so we continue, even through change.

Ah yes, we change; it is the way of survival of the
pack. Our lovely coats and claws and fangs have
always been ours and we have ever been the masters of
their use. It is true that now we walk often among
these new ones and they call us 'human'. Their eyes
are false for they do not see more than that which
they wish to view. Why do I speak such you ask?
Because I was birthed long ago behind that wall we
left, grown and schooled in the ways of the pack, the
Rakash ways, before we mingled and mixed and forgot
our history. Many of my age who began the trek never
reached this new land. The young are the ones who
survived, often barely, even using our wits and pack
and abilities. Alas, all of history cannot be
retained in one small young mind and much has been
lost. One mind? Let me explain.

In the old lands, the pack was supreme and of one
mind. Rakash of every age contributed to that one
mind, from the newest cub to the oldest herder.
Strength, initiative and risk-taking were the values
contributed by the young; the elders contributed
wisdom, experience and moderation. The young did not
dispute the elders, as the young were busy in pursuit
of what every young cub pursues -- the male or female
mate to form their own pack. Thus, those settled
elders ruled the mind of the pack. With the passing
of the elders, the pack mind lost much and attention
became focused on continuing the pack. Not a bad
idea, just not one not eminently suited to maintaining
history in an oral tradition. It is for this reason I
share my knowledge with you now. Please set it upon a
scroll that all may read, learn, and continue our ways
even when we who have lived through our trials breathe
no more.

So, where to begin? Let me begin with what I was
taught about our long-ago lives. When the four moons
orbited in the heavens and we lived always in
moonskin, our lives were the same and different. The
pack was everything, we followed Mrod, and we lived
well.

In the old days, there were Rakash priests who knew
what had happened, but that knowledge was passed on in
a rite long lost and never shared with anyone I knew.
All I do know is that Grazhir was pearlescent and lit
up the sky, and Katamba shone gold as the sun. Until
the time of the darkness, that is. Grazhir was
destroyed, and Katamba was charred and lost her glow.
As she cooled, we began to change in the darkness. We
lost our moonskins and came to slightly resemble
something called humans, according to those Rakash who
had traveled far and returned.

It is no surprise that, to a pack, there was a great
cry. The elders met. An entire nation began praying
to their God, seeking answers. We are told that Mrod
listened, and at the next fullness of Katamba he
granted us our moonskins for a short time. We have
changed with Katamba since those long-ago days, and so
it has been since time has been recorded."