Soul Elves
Excerpt from The History of the Nosta Ka War
This was the period of the great Moots of the Factions, and representatives of the Lions duly took their places amongst envoys from the nations of Edreja. This was the first opportunity for many of us to meet with representatives of the Sequoia tribe of Dre’ Moor, who had come among us since the Spring Festival. They told of how the Soul-Elves of the Forest of Dre’Moor had come to be aware of the movements of the forces of ourselves and the Nosta Kar. The tribes of Dre’Moor had taken council with one another, and it had been decided to send the Sequoia tribe to the Lions, and the Rowan tribe to the Nosta Kar, with instructions to monitor both us and oiur foes, and report on us to their fellows so that, at a pre-determined date, the Elves of Dre’Moor could decide whether it would be in the better interests of the Forest to side with the Lions or against them. It was the Elves of Dre‘Moor, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was the Forest of Dre’Moor, that the Sequoia and the other tribes know as the Dreamer, itself, that had been responsible for the earlier dissappearences of Lions troops in the area. These troops, it appeared had been taken into custody, in a manner of speaking, to preserve the security of Dre’Moor. Although, at first, there was more than a little mutual suspicion between the Lions and the Sequoia, with the Lions perhaps unnerved by the Sequoia’s repeated assertions that the rights or wrongs of our conflict with the Nosta Kar mattered less to them than the overal interest of the Forest of Dre’Moor, and the Sequoia perhaps failing to appreciate quite how much the Lions cared for Avalon, it soon became clear that, if they could be persuaded to join our cause, the elves of Dre’Moor could provide valuable aid in the struggle with the Nosta Kar
From the Libres Priores (Note: there is no Book of the Green, per se, so I've asked to archive this, not just as a memorial to a fine bard, but also as an expression of the Soul Elf relationship to the Green.)
The Forest of Dre Moor, She lives.
She breathes, so slow, but sure.
Inhales, as Summer's in full heat,
Exhales, as cold snows thaw.
The forest of Dre Moor, She loves
She gives us all we need
The death of creatures for our meat
The life in every seed.
The Forest of Dre Moor, She knows
She is above all wise
She listens well to every sound
And sees through all our eyes.
The Forest of Dre Moor was burnt
The Nosta Ka be cursed
The Green a black and ruined place
My heart with pain must burst.
The Forest of Dre Moor, She lived.
She breathed, so slow, but sure.
Can I live on if it be true
The Forest dreams no more?
By Febrica 'nla Willow
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