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Talorah's History

A wandering bard came strolling to Moorgate one fine winters day. A bit chill, but nothing the local population were not accustomed to. Seeking no reward for his tale, he found a nice grassy spot to sit in the Jurano Family Theatre, and told of lands far off and traveling mages seeking wisdom.

Strumming some soothing chords on the lute, the sound traveling nicely across the assembled crowd, he lowered his ear to the fret board, tightened a string, and began to recount his tale.

'This place here reminds me of a land I visited not long ago, maybe a year past, a royal kingdom.'

Switching into a lilting melody as he talked, the bard continued in a lilting voice:

There was a court the likes I have not seen in years.
The kingdom was called Noran.
I remember now, I spoke to a wizard there.
Of a great land of gates...
Of a world hidden from plain sight blessed by a Goddess

This land is made of the winds....
And the tales are old in years....
A goddess known to many...
Devoted to songs like mine....
The poet, the artist, to all the lore of time.

Then this tale will be for you, for this place is said to be
Not dream, nor fancy, but a place for all to see
When the winds begin to blow, and pure heart comes to show...
The goddess will answer, and the portal start to glow.

Ending his song, the assembled crowd began to question him of the enigmatic tale. Turning his head to answer, his riddled words were as mysterious as his song. 'The wizard wanted to hear of the windgates.' he said. 'She talked to me all night she did, and they say she left Noran soon after.'

Slowly, oh so slowly, they picked from his message that the Sage Talorah had left the kingdom of Noran seeking wisdom in distant lands. 'Maybe I will meet Sage Talorah again.' he replied wistfully. 'And I wonder if she found it....' he continued 'I wonder if she found the key to the portal? She was the court wizard to King Vaneven, where I passed through, still seeking knowledge from mortal, scroll and most of all her goddess of Knowledge.'

Smiling enigmatically, he strummed his lute and moved into an old folk dance, only pausing to whisper to himself.

'The winds will blow, and the Goddess will reveal herself. If that was Talorah, I hope she found her way, for she would speak of nothing else."