Hi guys, I have decided to give you some view inside the faerie realms, to get known to it while this mod is in progress. I will do this in several short stories, which puzzle together with each episode. Lateron I also will hide some of this in form of illustrated books on Vvardenfell. Now here is the first read, please be patient with my english, you know I'm german!!! But feel free to teach me some better phrases if you like, I'd love to improve my english writing skills!!!It was at dawn, as Rakk left his housing high up in the leafy crown of an old Charoisha-tree, a rare plant only growing in the mild climate realms of A' lyndra, Veshgaea and here in Mispel. But the boy had no time to care for the beauty of the flora this morning. Bhael the wicked old druid, who's Novice he was, had told him to meet him outside the woods, he should bring a shovel with him and give him a helping hand with some landscaping.
No, really, some landscaping, exactly those have been his words...and not let you be seen by anybody, Bhael had adviced him repeatingly.
Rakk took a short look across Eshyrr. All was quite; a single bird singing his song from far away. The tree-village was still covered in thick fog. Only a few rays of sun succeeded to shine trough. The hazy clouds were creeping up really high in this region. People say the fog does try to steel your breath while you're asleep. But it never happens, because the old trees don't like the fog neither and always push it down as soon as it approaches their crowns. Rakk didn't believe in all this, he never had been done any harm by that fog and at the moment it was the best thing, which could have happened to him. As soon as he had made sure nobody except him was awake already, he spread his blue-ish dragonfly-wings and dove upside down into the hazy clouds. He couldn't even see through onto the ground below, but living here for 16 years by now, he knew each tree, each vine and each...
Uh, what was that, he cursed, yet trying to suppress any loudness within his voice. Cannot remember, that giant slimespider net had been there the day before!!! Man, this is disgusting, even got something of that stuffon my tongue, bah!!!
As he came closer to the ground the fog steadily became thinner and wiping away the last cobwebs from his face and eyes, he figured out that the giant dead tree was already in sight. This large piece of rotting wood had been lying there since he had been a wingless youngster and it definitely had been the ideal playground for doing some awesome hide and seek. Bugs and maggots had hollowed out that tree, so that inside now there was a spacey tunnel, wide enough to let a man walk through. It always had been kind of scary in there, because except some smaller gaps and wormholes daylight was completely absent. Only a small spot of light let you guess where to find the way out.
It was comfortably chilly in there on hot summer days and on the ground there had been little pools of water, which left over from rainy days. The youngsters used to refresh their faces with that water. And the old ones always knew that at once, because allfaces where covered by the glimmering spores of the young pipe-shrooms that grew on the upper inside of that tree.
Weird plant that was. The young shrooms grew on the inside of dead trees until they became about the size of a gruff-tuber, then their growth suddenly did stop until the next autumn and then they managed to break through the wood onto the outside., where sunlight and rain made them get fatter and fatter. Before they died, their bumpy shroom-skin turned through dozens of colours, starting from brown, than green and purple at the end. Then they explode with an earbusting sound, like thousands of little pipes and spread their spores with help of the wind. You better be in some distance when that happens, else you will get what the old ones call the horny squirrel disease. As Rakk had been still a youngster he never got what the grown ups ment, but now he knew for sure and he couldn't prevent a dirty smile rushing across his face at that moment.
He left the dead tree behind and followed the windings of the silver creek through a small, moss overgrown, canyon. That be the path, which was leading him directly to the place where his mentor was expecting him...
TheDaywalker :rock: