Something draws you deep, deep into the forest. Shadows dance across
your face, shadows without shapes lead you in a merry dance until you
stop. A pair of dark blue eyes waver in front of your eyes, and you
hear, like wind through leaves, <”Welcome to Moss Rock Holt.”> The
eyes are gone, and you step out into a large clearing. In the center,
in the leaf-dappled light, is a huge oak. Thousands of years old,
surely. Maybe as old as the tribe of this Holt. The tree has
delicately shaped holes in the trunk, and farther up the trunk, you
can see a slim elf with white-blond hair shaping another one.
Past the tree you can see a walkway made of trees and shaped rose-
vines. Between it you can see a rise of pools. There is one in the
ground, and one a foot higher and to the right, and another the is
another foot higher and the left of the second. Water cascades from
the top to the bottom, and the rock is lovingly shaped. To your left
you spot a couple of dens shaped from rock, with vines and ferns
draped over the front, and an elf comes out, a basket of fruits
resting against her hip. To your immediate right is a grove of trees,
with flowers and a small stream that runs down a small slope, and
just past the grove is a cluster of rocks, shaped tree roots, and
grass. A voice in your ear tells you that this is the council glade.
You turn, and see the smiling face of an elf. Dark blue eyes, dark
red hair. But she comes no farther than your waist. <“Listen. Let me
tell you about my tribe before me.”>
Soon you are swept away in the imagery of the tale. The tribe was
started when Cat broke off from Rahnee’s tribe, 9000 years(she uses
the term turn) ago. The elfess left with her lifemates, Slowthrower
and Lightfeet, with their children. They traveled far from their Holt
and on the way they gathered a few wandering elves. Cat came upon a
forest like no other, surrounded by abundant game, running streams,
rock, plains, mountains, and a lush forest. She named it Moss Rock
Holt for the massive moss covered rock at the edge of the clearing.
After her was Buckseeker, her child by Lightfeet. Buckseeker was
chieftain, and had two children, Darkstar and Dawnfire. Darkstar
became chieftain first, but, having no cubs by his lifemate, his
sister took over. After that, the elfess gives you a list of the
chiefs and their lifemates, as well as who their children were.
Cat(F) x Lightfeet(M) = Buckseeker(M)
Buckseeker(M) x ShadowWalker(F) = Darkstar(M), Dawnfire(F)
Darkstar(M) x IdolLeaf(F) = Nothing
Dawnfire(F) x Weaver(M) = Pinecone(F)
Pinecone(F) x Seeker(M) = Springseed(F)
Springseed(F) x Scout(M) = WaterRock(M)
WaterRock(M) x Fisher(F) = Swiftblow(M)
Swiftblow(M) x Beauflower(F) = Ravenclaw(M)
Ravenclaw(M) x Brownhide(F) = Firecloud (M)
Firecloud(M) x Slink(F) = Brightwind(F)
Brightwind(F)
Firecloud was previous chief, and wise. A fire-starter and healer,
Firecloud let nothing tempt him to the point of destruction. His
reign was a calm time, but they lost a few to a bear attack. A little
over 29 turns ago, humans were seen, and communicated with. Some were
friendly, others avoided. An elf of the bird-riders was found, but
left. Firecloud never refused shelter an elf, no matter what kind.
28 years ago, a young elf was born. Her name was Brightwind, and she
was the daughter of Firecloud, and blood of 10 chiefs. She grew up in
a holt full of love and fun, and was taught from a young age. Every
elf there had a duty to do, something each was good at. Not twelve
years after the elf was born, a troll attack took out a good deal of
the tribe, but they were beaten back at last, and the elves could
mourn their dead. So many lives had been lost, and so many elves had
fled. Now, sixteen years later, Brightwind is cheiftess, and her
parents have left.
Now, we live here. We moved deeper into the forest, away from the
trolls and any other threat. We hope to build our tribe back to its
maximum.
