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==The Prydaen in Their Own Words==
-''by Warrior Mage Guild Leader [[Senfrislor]]''
-''Transcribed by Master Bard [[Callamir]]''

===The Prydaen===
by Warrior Mage Guild Leader Senfrislor

We always knew of you Easterners, you know, but we chose to
ignore you. It's not that we were afraid of you. We just
didn't like you.

Don't take it personally. The [[Prydaen]] frequently don't like
their own, much less those outside our race. Life is brief.
Why waste it on idiots who do nothing but stand around pouring
their thoughts into funny head-jewels and running off to
die in strange and creature-ridden places?

Oh, we have our own share of troubles. The lands have never
been the same since [[Lanival]] went and knocked on Urrem'tier's
front door, as our storytellers have reminded us many times. We
fight and have fought and sometimes it might have been useful
to have those funny head-jewels at our disposal...the recent
troubles have certainly taught us this. So like I said, don't
take it personally. All cultures have their share of fools.
It's just that we always felt yours had a lot more than ours.

Where was I? Oh yes, why we came here. Silly me. You must
understand, I get distracted so easily. I like the buttons on
your shirt, by the way. That's some very nice carving. Elven, I
would guess? Where did you...oh, yes, the story.

Anyway. I imagine it all started fifty years ago. That was
when we first noticed it, at least. We didn't think much of it...
little rumblings like this are always happening on the plains, and we
just fought them off and continued on with our lives. Undead were
nothing new...undead Prydaen were. It disturbed us a trifle -- fighting
off dear old aunt Lucilor who you left for dead three years ago is a bit
of a shock -- but it disturbed the moonskins even more. They're big on
family. Pack pack pack. That's all you ever hear from them. Pack this.
Pack that. Live for the pack, die for the pack, mrada, mrada, mrada.
It gets quite boring after a while.

So we figured something weird was going on...ancestors coming back from the
grave isn't exactly normal -- not in this fashion, at least.
They didn't seem to have our ancestors' personalities, but they did
fight like them. We also noticed that people who had just died were
also coming back. It was all very haunting, if I may be allowed to pun.

But it wasn't bad. Not for a while. It took many years for it to
get bad. For the most part the undead would fight us only if we got in
their way. They all seemed to be heading south, though few thought to
follow them -- who would? Those who did never came back. We
imagine they were all killed.

We knew it was serious when the entire Hub of [[Sunfell]] vanished,
then the Hub of [[Sunmark]], then the city of [[Sungrove]]. That was bad.
Sungrove had the best supply of milk and honey, after all, and we
were quite annoyed that the undead armies had wiped the city out.
It was after being told this by a fleeing Olvi merchant that me and
my little family decided to start sticking together in the clan Hub
and burning our bodies, which was now not an uncommon occurrence,
I soon found. The other families we met had started doing the same
rather than the sky-burials that were tradition. Demrris must have
agreed to this, for the idea came from the dreams of all our priests.
Never let it be said that the Prydaen follow an impractical god.

The Prydaen form loose communities, we do not form packs like the
Rakash but instead stake out land as the clan's and then disperse
across that stretch of land. Usually at the center of that land is
a small village -- the Hub -- where the priests stay and where
the families with little children stay. Normally those who roam do
so alone or with a single companion...children are expected to leave
at a certain age and acquire their own bit of land and a mate. In
winter we come to the village, build or occupy earth lodges, and stay
there until the season passes. We do not supplement our diet with
vegetables, but instead consume our whole kill, meat, skin, organs,
and all. What? Yes, raw. Why? Well, don't look at ME that way.
Just because YOU don't like it doesn't make it wrong!

Anyway, we communicate when we cross paths but most of our lives
are spent solitarily. Two or three times during the warm season the
clan gets together at the Hub and has a week-long festival of
some sort that is usually organized by the priests, who always
want us to play less and worship more. We humor them with the
festivals, which really aren't that bad. And it's a good chance
for some of the shyer Prydaens to acquire mates.

The Hubs are usually only tended by priests, expecting
or child-raising parents, and older Prydaen. Not many Prydaen
can stand staying in one spot for a long period of time, and yes
that includes me. But I'm old, and so I'm expected to stay in
one spot. [[Vael]] is a rare exception...he's a warrior who
actually doesn't mind staying in the village. An old, old
soul, that one. No doubt returned to us by Demrris just for
the purpose of fighting Lyras. He'd make his mother proud.

We were forced to work together when we realized what was going
on. Vael's Hub was our staging point for a long time,
the nexus where we all gathered. He sent out some of his
finest runners to gather to his home as many of the clans as
were left. It was one of those couriers who summoned us to him,
but most of them never returned. The priests have added their
names to the Rolls of the Blessed.

What was it like? Have you ever sat on top of a treeless
hill and looked out over the land as the night is falling?
That was a bit what it was like. Every day it seemed that
the sky stayed overcast longer, that the air became more
chill, that something vast and terrible was gathering and closing
in on us. There was fear...thick as grass on the plains.
And bright points of courage. I would imagine there were
some who tried to bribe or side with the darkness. I imagine
they were all ruthlessly butchered, as serves them right.

All this coming back from the dead posed another problem. Some
of the priests questioned whether the soul of a Prydaen who had
come back from the dead could be returned by the Great Old
One, or if it was trapped in its own corpse. We had noticed
a decreased number of births, and we still don't know the
answer. By our beliefs, all souls return and are reborn
in our children. But without any souls to return, the
number of births has seemed to slowed down. It is
somewhat frightening. We can only hope that something will
be found to destroy this wave of undead and let loose the
souls waiting for rebirth.

We knew things were REALLY bad when the Rakash joined us,
then the remaining other races whose cities or settlements
had been demolished. It's not that the Rakash and Prydaen
don't get along...it's just that we don't really see eye
to eye on everything, and so we stay clear of each other.
It's not as bad as, say, your Humans and Elven -- who
I'm told merrily slaughtered each other over two of
theirs getting married. And you think WE'RE odd....

It took much reconnaissance to know that our enemy did
in fact have a name. Some of the Humans knew of her,
a Warrior Mage with dark powers...a necromancer, they
said, and our own eyes perceived her as the only living
creature at the center of an army of dead things.
They described her as pale and tall, white skinned and
black-haired and Human. She had a staff of gold tipped
with what the Human Warrior Mages confirmed was a gem
called a bloodruby. They also disclosed to us that
this staff was the focus of her power, and was likely the
means by which she was commanding all the undead.

Vael was the one who came up with the idea of killing
her, and it seemed like a good idea. Very obvious.
Big army. One leader. Kill leader. No army. Right?

It should have worked. He beats himself over the
fact that he didn't think it through enough, and I feel
sorry for him sometimes. He feels responsible for
so many things, including [[Sharlir]]'s death. I was with
him when we crept into the camp -- do you have any idea
what it is like to creep through rank upon rank of
dead, smelly corpses that are staring RIGHT AT YOU with
only an invisibility spell standing between you and
certain, hideous undeath? I don't think you do.

Lyras was alone when we slit her throat. She had become
too careless and fell for old tactics. While we snuck up
on her, Prydaen and Rakash fighters launched a flash
attack on the north flank of her army. The Human Warrior
Mages who remained had constructed special poison
pills of some magical liquid -- I think they called it
naphtha? -- that we had all been fitted with in false
teeth...crush the tooth and the liquid ignites inside
and immolates the person. The fighters threw vials
of the stuff, coated their blessed weapons with it. And
in the end, less than a third made it out alive.

Lyras had all of her attention on the fight rather than
the shadows creeping up behind her. She was casting
spells from a great distance away and laughing. She
was LAUGHING as my people died.

It was Vael who grabbed her by the hair and yanked his
claws across her throat. And she died...I SAW her die....

But you never get used to seeing someone jump back from
the dead, and the moment she sprang to her feet, screaming
and cursing us, we thought we were dead. I don't often
thank Demrris for magicians, but I did then. The Moon
Mages who had been cloaking us in invisibility teleported
us back to safety. And things got worse from there.

The undead were fifty miles away -- we could hear them
coming clear back at Vael's Hub. Stamping feet, like
never ending thunder on the horizon. As many of us as
could ran for the hills. Half of the remaining Hub
ignored Vael's orders and ran west. The other half
followed him east. We don't know what happened to our
brethren that went west. We pray they live, but
we know what is more likely the truth.

We couldn't run forever, and the fact that the undead
didn't need to rest caused many of our elders to fall
dead in their tracks. We doused their bodies with
naphtha, sang the [[Wheel Song]] en masse, but soon we
ran out of naphtha, and then the little ones began to
die. Do you know what it is like to have to burn
the body of your own daughter? So many Prydaen
and Rakash died on the inside, that day. So many
small children forever scarred by the memories of
their siblings and grandparents melting before their
eyes.

We came to the ruins of [[Journalai]] and Vael called a
halt there. He and the mages had been planning
something along with the priests, and exhausted as they
were, they planned to go through with it. I was
so surprised when Vael called me over and had me join
them. I guess I had always known I had the ability to
sense the elemental magic beneath my toes, but I
never thought to use that. It was like breathing.
It was just something I'd always done. Nothing
extraordinary, right?

There was a line of us stretching a mile wide, all holding
hands. Sharlir was there at the end, and Vael at
the other. And I in the middle. How very strange.
The priests of the Rakash began chanting, then my
people's priests, and then all the priests of the
other races, what few of them remained. And all around
me I felt like lightning was building, getting ready
to strike. It obliterated my ability to focus on
anything, though I was told I needed to try and perceive
the little runnels of power underneath me as hard
as possible, and I did. But I couldn't focus my
vision or hear much, though I think I heard it when
Sharlir screamed.

Old tactics, you see. Lyras had learned from us,
she'd sent some of her fastest undead ahead of her and
they dragged Sharlir away and killed her. But Sharlir
was all they got...our blood sacrifice, I guess, the
cost for the [[Great Barrier]].

It came out of the ground and sky at once, meeting
up in the middle somewhere. Some priest once told
me about the pillars of the sky, and I guess that's a
a little what this was like, except that it was
a wall. It was gold and glowing for a moment, and then
it vanished, leaving only its presence and many
completely drained priests and mages. One or two died from
sheer exhaustion. I'm sure [[Methesdred]] was wishing
he had when he saw Sharlir was gone. We heard him howl her
name and saw her across the border -- if you could call that
her. Methesdred kept throwing himself against the Barrier,
trying to get to her. She hadn't had time to bite her tooth,
she'd been too busy with the spell. I won't dwell on it.
I will only say that she stood and wandered away, still oozing
blood from where the undead Rakash had ripped her throat out,
and vanished into the forest without looking back.

What the Barrier is, how it came, I don't know. Part
magic, part god-wish, Vael says -- even he doesn't know
what guided him to do what he did. It works, that is all
I can say. It separates us from the undead hordes that
would dissolve this land beneath a crashing wave of
decay. Methesdred is half a man without his mate and
spends as much time longing for death as he does longing
for revenge. If we ever figure out what will stop Lyras,
we will try to get to her. And he will be the first with
his hands around her throat to rip her head off.

For now, the Barrier protects us. Vael believes that it
is somehow connected to us. When the casters who helped
create the Barrier all die, the Barrier will collapse.
I pray this is not true, but obviously my role in life
was not meant to be the priest's -- Vael, I fear, is
right.

Demrris has judged that I shall be a Warrior Mage. This
fire I can handle can sweep away the undead, and return my
kin to the arms of Demrris. The Prydaen look to me
as one of their leaders, now, which I had already accepted
with [[Silverclaw]] Hub, but to be responsible for so many? It's
very strange. Dealing with the Elves and Eloths and Dwarves
is even stranger. The fleeting races are all that used
to dwell in the lands I knew. To meet a person who has
lived longer than I...who actually knew Lanival once...
how strange is that? Very!

Which reminds me. I have work to do. If you wish to
see the Barrier, my son can escort you. Sometimes we catch
sight of the undead watching us from the other side...
near as we can tell, the Barrier stretches from the top
of the land to its tip. If Lyras cannot expand to the
east, I imagine she has focused her attention on the west.
Which is why I said I pray for the life of those who split
from us. Or, rather, I pray that they have swift deaths.

That is all. Go bother someone else, Bard.

===Transcriber's Notes===
As promised, Senfrislor's son took me to the Barrier.
As she said, I could catch glimpses of gray figures prowling
the borders, shambling things that could have been people...
or undead. It was very strange to be with him, for when
he touched my hand it was fur, not flesh, that brushed my
skin, and when I met his eyes they were like mine save for
the slitted pupil. He was much less gruff and assuming
than his mother...likely because he has been raised with
other races around him, he told me, whereas his mother had
known only Prydaen for most of her life. Vael also carries
none of the self-confessed arrogance of Senfrislor, and
I found I liked him a great deal. I would have enjoyed staying
and talking with him for a long time -- he was fascinating,
and did not demand I speak to him in Prydaen like Senfrislor
did. Unfortunately, he is himself quite a busy man. His wife
Seralor is quite modest and gentle.

The Prydaen are a fascinating race. They are around
Human height, and move with a liquid grace I've only seen
rivaled by the most limber Elves. They have more warriors than
mages, and many of them are not used to hard currency, so there
are very few traders amongst them. Despite their seemingly
casual approach to life, they are very serious about getting work
done, and they train their children from a very young age. They
are not devout in the way Humans are devout...their gods are
simply a part of existence, like the sky and the air.

Their priests are a separate caste in and of themselves,
and are much more open to the other races than the other
Prydaen. They seem the most placid, and act as teachers.
The Prydaen do have a written language, but usually the only
ones who learn it are their priests, elders, and leaders.
Very few of their priests start out young -- most are retired
warriors who have chosen to do something different in their
old age.

Speaking of religion -- Demrris is very likely an abstracted
form of our Damaris, just as the Rakash god Mrod is likely
based on (or the source of?) our god Meraud. Demrris has two
additional sides, like ours, but the two sides are not LIKE ours.
The "middle" side is a highly abstract god known as Eu (at least
that's how I think they spell it...it sounds just like the letter
"U") which also happens to be the Prydaen word for nature. Eu is
all that is natural...Demrris and the third god, Tenemlor, are the
parts of Eu that allows itself to be understood. Tenemlor rules
their afterlife -- death so to speak. She isn't even remotely
similar to Dergati, and it seems that she and Demrris tend to
switch roles back and forth, as I have heard both of them given the
same titles (ie, Lord/Lady of the Dead, Lord/Lady of Life). This
probably has to do with Eu's inherent fluidity and the Prydaen
worshipper in particular. Some envision death as female, some as
male. It changes from clan to clan.

I am told that in these strange times some of the Prydaen have grown
fond of our gods and adopted them. The other Prydaen range between
being disturbed by this to not caring. The majority don't care...if
there's one motto the Prydaen live up to, it's that one should live
one's life as one sees fit, and to Urrem'tier (or Tenemlor/Demrris,
in the Prydaen's case) with what others think.

Additionally, the Prydaen believe in reincarnation, a belief which
is not all that uncommon in the Dragon's Realms either -- especially
with all the resurrections that priests have been doing of late).
The Prydaen have a lovely song for the dead which I will be including
with my notes. The story behind the song is that in the golden times,
Demrris roamed with his children, watching them and keeping them safe.
When he saw that they had grown old enough to tend to themselves, he
left them, promising them two things before he left. One was that when
they died, they would go to a country on the other side of the sky where
Tenemlor ruled and rest with her for a time. The other thing he promised
was that they would return again as long as they wished to. The song
really illustrates this best...you will have to read it to
understand.

Of food...it is very true the Prydaen do not need vegetables to live,
and having dinner with a Prydaen can turn out to be a stomach-
churning experience. I have seen them consume a whole animal in
front of my eyes. It was not pleasant. They know of fire and cooking,
they just choose not to do it. They LIKE the taste of fresh meat
and blood. The Rakash -- who must live partially out of what they
call their "moonskins" -- do cook their food. Another note about the
Prydaen's eating habits -- after glutting themselves, they usually
have to sleep for an hour or two. But afterwards, they don't have to
eat for several days.

On the language -- the Prydaen names are loosely based on words from
their tongue. "Senfrislor" means "She Catches Deer Alone", and Vael
means simply "Leader". Their names are given to them at birth by
the priests and their Moon Mages, who divine them from the stars and
confirm them in a ritual. Female names often end in "-lor". Their
language must be close to the Rakash, for in the Rakash tongue the
female names usually end in "-lir". I wonder if they were once one
tribe that split into two? The Rakash and Prydaen refuse to even
entertain the thought, but there are many similarities -- and,
admittedly, just as many dissimilarities -- between the two races,
so it's not inconceivable.

Though Senfrislor didn't let on to it, Vael revealed to me that,
like the Rakash, not all the Prydaen dwell on the plains or in the
forests. Many of them come from the sandy regions of the northeast
portion of the untamed lands, though the Prydaen and Rakash who
migrated from there have mostly chosen not to stay here in the
Journalai Forest and moved on toward climes more suitable to their
liking. The same applies to the snow-, silver- and white-coated
Prydaen and Rakash who once lived in the mountains of the unknown
lands.

In closing, I found myself wistful when I departed the company of
the Prydaen. Upon my return to The Crossing I left a token gift
at the altar of Damaris. Perhaps someday, when I cross through
Fostra's Gate, that god shall turn me back and lead me to a Prydaen
mother who will raise me in a Hub and teach me of hunting, and running,
and roaming through the vast world with a hundred lives before me,
and a hundred more at my back.

''From the Notes of Master Bard Callamir''<BR>
''Ambassador for Lady [[Silvyrfrost]]''

===The Wheel Song===
A traditional Prydaen song, sung over the corpse at death.

Demrris told us before he left
A promise of a life beyond our deaths
The Great Old One must have known
That the world is too wide for one life alone
So though this soul goes to Tenemlor
Soon it shall return to us once more
Passing from her blessed home
Back to the plains with us it will roam
And wander the forests and drink down the wind
And sing this song with us again.
And when the wheel has turned once more,
It will hear this song, as it did before.
Hear us, hear us, hurry along,
Take your rest, but don't stay long.
For leaves fall to ground and nourish the tree
The leaves come back, and so shall we!

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