Narrations by Veledor

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

Shangarr Spring 346

The ice-cold weather makes him shiver.

His heart beats loudly as he approaches the shore. With a restrained smile he passes by the many people who wait all for the ice to break and melt. White clouds of breath come out from his bluish looking mouth. It is cold. Much too cold. But he does not feel it.

"Who are ye?" The stare of a pair of black eyes goes right through him, preventing him from passing by. "Veledor. I've paid. To Toralhavn." With trembling fingers he searches for the ticket and finds it. He can hardly suppress his rattling teeth. "Go." The black-eyed, evil looking giant, lets him pass. Veledor looks very relieved - a few more seconds of standing still in this icy cold weather and he would have become frozen.

The journey onward is still not comfortable. His stomach clenches, the gusty wind pulls at his long hair. Tired, he strokes his beard, pushes his dishevelled hair back from his face and sighs. "I am Veledor. Nothing can stop me. Nothing. I am Veledor."

It is a long trip to Grunkerby. The seasons roll on. He occasionally stops at small farmsteads to get some food or from time to time a straw bed for the night. As long as it is warm he sleeps in the fields, enjoys the view of the stars and dreams of a better life.

Yes, a better life! Beautiful clothes, every day a bath and a filled stomach. The softest and warmest bed on the whole of Tamar.

With a little smile he goes on walking. It is quite a long distance to reach his destination. He knows that soon he will be there and will receive everything he is dreaming of. Maybe more, much more. If everything goes smoothly, he might get a woman for his good services. A woman for him alone, no-one else!

He is satisfied with his plans. Everything is going well. After a good nights sleep he hums a tune while packing his things and then looks with a smile at his precious freight. He will bring it safely to Grunkerby. In few weeks he will arrive and start a new life, a better life.

"I am Veledor. Nothing can stop me. Nothing. Because I am Veledor!"

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

Endlome Autumn 347

What a life!
Tender hands caress his face while shaving, removing his beard every day. A wonderful smell of glorious femaleness surrounds him while lovely women cut his hair. Aromatic smells entice his senses with wonderful messages at every breath. It sometimes makes him more excited than relaxed. Each bath is incomparable to the last and like being in heaven!

Veledor sighs. If there is a paradise on Tamar, then he truly has found it. In the midst of a rough, in-hospitable area, far away from any port, surrounded by meadows, lakes, mountains and forests. Nearby, at the town gates of Grunkerby, he can often hear the shouting of orcish troops. He has heard that there are already undead and elves in the area. One of the city dwellers whispered tales of enormous red dragons with poison-green eyes. Veledor regards this as a rumor only: Red dragons...

But in the midst of this dangerous area of battles, fighting and death he has found his paradise. His paradise! Gradually he forgets the hardships and the hurt of the long journey. He experiences each day, each quarter, each season, like a wonderful marvelous gift. A compensation from the Gods for the suffering in time past. Each soft and lovely touch of the wonderful women around him is like balsam for his badly damaged soul.

With a little smile he thinks of his precious freight, which gave this luck to him. Why just have one woman, when he can have many?
He wonders if he could get everything that his soul desires? However, before he can express his desires, the beautiful women read it in his eyes and fulfill his wish. The most beautiful women, the loveliest women Tamar ever saw! They seem to know only one thing: to make him happy.

"I am Veledor. This I earned by myself. Nobody could stop me. I am Veledor!"

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

Grunkerby Spring 348

He feels restless. The call for freedom is rising in him. At the same time however he gets the urge to put down roots. He wants to get away, but not alone. There is someone who has to follow him. He wishes to lead her - far away to a new paradise. Only for her!

Veledor's heart beats rigorously. Protectively alert, his eyes flash with a passion - if he sees anyone approaching her in an unfriendly way he is ready to take action. Like a wild cat he stands prepared to leap to protect her until the danger passes. His whole body is strung taunt like a bow right before firing the arrow. Nothing and nobody will do any harm to her!

"I am Veledor. Nobody can separate me from her. Nobody. I am Veledor."

His host, Skroeggur of Grunkerby, who gave him the greatest happiness possible as a present, provides him with one more special gift: a woman for good company. She is an enticement, to assure his assistance, his support. The woman is called Esja, and she is blessed with healing powers. Veledor smiles, amused, but also pleased. He does not need this woman, but perhaps his beloved charge might. Maybe his love for her is too big and overwhelms her. Then the experienced woman might reprimand him. As if he could be reprimanded by a woman... He, Veledor, who walked through the hells of Tamar before reaching his paradise!

One last view of the venerable town Grunkerby, then he leaves with his two women, searching for a new paradise. This time however, he is no vagabond. He is now well dressed and walks without fear for himself or his precious freight, through fields once dangerous. Now he is as good as a nobleman, and in some respects he could be called one - he has the most beautiful Lady of Tamar at his side. So he must be a nobleman! In any case he is a rich man. Nobody ever possessed a more precious property than him.

"I am Veledor. Nobody can separate me from her. Nobody. Because I am Veledor!"

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

Eternia Winter 348

He is suspicious. Carefully he looks around. Too many times they were shown the wrong paths. Too often they were led into bad lands, contaminated by orcish troops, afflicted by undead. Lands full of stinking swamps or hot, arid deserts. Countries unsuitable for his loveliest Beauty.

Veledor inhales deeply to check the smell. The air seems pure and he cannot see anything bad with this place. Everything looks perfect. A gentle smile appears on his face, while his blue eyes begin to shine happily. His blond curls gleam golden in the light of the spring sun.

It seems to be really a good country. Rich in yield and in a fairly good condition. If he has interpreted the whisperings of some of the children correctly, then they even have a powerful, but just, neighbour, who can help to keep away the orcish troops and the undead from their lands. Perhaps they could get a few acres of land to start their reign and maybe be able to build a port. Then they would be able to start the long journey back, to visit his friends in Grunkerby. The wholesome smells that drift over the precious country reach his senses and cause him to go into a raptured bliss over the wonderful possibilities!

"I am Veledor. Nobody will take this country away from us. Nobody. Because I am Veledor."

Full of high spirits he turns to the farmers, who are waiting to see if he has anything worth listening to. They have been too long without proper guidance. It is not important to them whether it is an aristocratic gentleman or a worker who guides their actions, they only hope to get a ruler who knows something about leading a group of people such as themselves. Someone who can show them a pleasant and prosperous future.

His heart beats happily. Here he has found the best type of people for starting a new reign. Here he will build the new reign of Epernay. For his loveliest Beauty.

"I am Veledor. Nobody will take this country away from us. Nobody. Because I am Veledor!"

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

Epernay Autumn 349

What a shame!

One of the powerful neighbours seems to have a very strong aversion to the new, small community and their eight Gods. Disaster and misfortune comes to the young realm of Epernay. Past correspondence with the other ruler reveals the whole and terrible truth: The age-old, and over powerful, ruler rejects the idea of municipality and curses their Gods. The eight Gods had failed him tragically, and so to see others worship them faithfully struck him deep. He curses the eight Gods and therefore all who follow them.

Veledor is speechless and looks very sad about this news. He would never have believed that any of his neighbours could hate his idea so deeply that he would curse him and his Gods. But then ... hadn't he had that voice whispering to him in his head, warning him that this special neighbour might not have lost his hatred for the Gods, even after all this time? Had he really kept his hatred for the Gods ever since that terrible winter of 345, so long ago...?

"I am Veledor. Nobody will destroy us with anger and curses. Nobody. For I am Veledor."

After a long consultation and many discussions, Veledor found a resolution. The realm must be given over to another. The curses and hatred of the neighbour are too strong to be able to defy them for long. They will have to hurry with their plans. The two godfathers of his lovely and charming Beauty are asked to decide on a name for the small, innocent one. Veledor prefers not to choose himself, and the mother is in heaven. Veledor wants the Beauty to never be nameless on her quest to gain new realms. He makes the urgency of his request clear. Every day, every extra quarter in this cursed realm, could harm his little Beauty. He fears for her, but will continue to protect her and to look after her, keeping her safe and trying to bring good luck into her life whenever possible.

"I am Veledor. Nobody will destroy us with anger and curses. Nobody. Because I am Veledor!"

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

Epernay summer 351

With some sadness he looks down at the small community. Every day is very precious, since it is certain that they will have to leave as soon as possible. But first his beloved Beauty needs to be given a name. She will never walk over the lands of Tamar without a name. This is the only present he can give her at this time so, in the presence of his guests: the honourable chronicler Pergalb and the charming Lady Marinella, the ceremony master Ghost Fox leads the small celebration of the naming.

"I am Veledor. Everything will be great for my precious Beauty. Everything! For I am Veledor."

Wulfgar of Wolfsheim gives his god-daughter the name Corynn, which had long before been the name of a heroine in his peoples past. Corynn was the daughter of a hunter. One night, after a curse was placed on her people and their village started to burn, they had to flee. Somehow or other Corynn was lost in the flames and ruins of the village and given up for dead. Years later her parents still mourned for their daughter. Unknown to them however Corynn had survived and had flourished and now had the strength of a bear and was as solid as an old oak. Finally Corynn found her peoples' new homeland and came back into the security of her parents' home. As an indication of the strength of the old oak, Wulfgar of Wolfsheim presents his god-daughter with a necklace, whose chain is made from silver wire and the pendant has the form of an acorn.

Skroeggur of Grunkerby gives the name Sunniva, a name that had once belonged to a woman in his realm: a lady who was always smiled and lit up the places she blessed with her presence, like the summer sun. Sunniva had had to flee her homeland, chased by a man who lusted after her but whom she could not bare to even talk to. Under the protection of the Great Mother she had fled over the sea to a far off land. There, discord had made it needful for her to flee again. Finally she had found a place of harmony and with the help of the Great Mother and the Hunter she was able to live again and once more show others why her name meant "gift of the sun". As an indication of the importance of making wise decisions, Skroeggur of Grunkerby gives his god-daughter a grey, inconspicuous, stone which originates from the cave of wisdom.

The small one, who from this day forth will be called Sunniva Corynn, received further gifts from her protectors. The honourable chronicler Pergalb gave a chain made out of the finest gold threads, with a dark, nearly black jewel attached to it. Skroeggur's charming cousin, Lady Marinella of Sjoerfeirm, presented Sunniva with a golden ring set with a pearl, which was fished by the native pearl divers. Wulfgar, Skroeggur and Marinella also swear to Sunniva Corynn that she will forever have their friendship and assistance, she need only ask for help and it will be given gladly. Pergalb takes on the honoured role of uncle to Sunniva Corynn and agrees to bear the responsibilities that the role will bring. Once all the formalities are concluded the ceremony master, Ghost Fox, delights Sunniva with some wonderful and seemingly magical light play.

Pleased with the way the ceremonies have gone, Veledor is more than surprised when his highly admired chronicler and friend, Pergalb, presents him with a white writing feather as gift. This feather, he knew, had belonged to the first Pergalb when he had started to write his chronicals. Since then it had belonged to every man who had taken on the mantle of Pergalb. Full of pride Veledor looks at this unbelievably precious gift and is deeply ashamed, for he can not offer anything in return. Veledor knows now that he has been chosen to follow his obligation as chronicler in earnest and must lead future generations by telling them the story of his beloved Beauty, Sunniva Corynn, and reporting on her journey and the decisions she will take.

"I am Veledor. Everything will turn out good for my precious Beauty. Everything. Because I am Veledor!"

[Veledor]

correction by Bifford the Youngest
(Sam Byford)

New land on Tamar summer 352

With satisfaction he looks around. Everything looks good to him: a small lake, two acres of swamp and several meadows. One neighbour is nearby and can become a good friend. What else could he wish for himself and his lovely Beauty?

Veledor kneels down before Sunniva Corynn and seizes the small childs' hands with a warm smile on his face. He places a gentle kiss on the little hands. "We will stay here and try for a second start. You will become the legal heiress and ruler of this new realm my Beauty. Then you can show everyone who your parents are and the purpose that bid you to remain on Tamar." Affectionately and very carefully he strokes Sunniva Corynn's black, silky hair and looks happily at the shy smile and her crystal-blue oval eyes.

"I am Veledor. Only her well-being is my concern. Nothing else. I am Veledor."

The inhabitants of the cottages in the surrounding acres are looking distrustful. They have never seen people so well-dressed and speaking in such an educated manner. They are not sure whether the foreigners are good or evil. As soon as Veledor tells them about his plans for the future, with his good suggestions and obvious knowledge, the people loose their distrust. Joyfully they help build a small residence, a tavern and other necessary buildings.

The people are glad that Veledor promises to lead them safe and warm through each winter, each storm and any pain they happen upon. With hope they look at their new rulers, Veledor is sure that he can keep his promises and that each person will live devoted to him and his Beauty. They will become the best peasants possible for his beloved Beauty.

The people are glad that someone cares for them, and promises to keep them safe. To rule with a fair and just hand, to provide training to keep the town safe and to keep the bad things of Tamar at bay. They look forward to the rule, and stability in their lands. Veledor looks to be strong and seems confident that he can hold to all of his promises, and in the people he will find faithful subjects. Faithful subjects, who will soon grow to love his Beauty, and to serve her, as they do him.

"I am Veledor. Only her well-being is my concern. Nothing else. For I am Veledor."