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#1 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

#2 Добавлено Nehrie 9 лет назад  

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The First Atysmas in the New Lands

I watched the moon rising over the ridge to the west. It seemed to fill the whole sky. So huge. So different than back in The Old Lands. There it seemed as though the moon was a small, distant orb floating inaccessably in the sky. Here? Well... I felt myself lean back looking at the moon that seemed to almost be bending over me. The sound of the waterfall across the inlet soothed my tiredness.

It was the first time we'd had to stop for a long time. We'd been traveling since we'd left the Old Lands. Every place we went we had to struggle to avoid Kitins. Our daily survival in constant question. I missed the ones who were gone. Life Giver! I felt guilty for each and everyone that was gone. I forced myself away from those thoughts. I would think about that later. Maybe in a little time I could bear to look at my ghosts. Maybe with a little time it wouldn't hurt so much my family, was gone...

In the mean time I had to think of what to do for the others in the clan. We're all we had now. We're the only ones. What's left of homins.

I thought of all the old traditions. Atysmas was almost here.

When I was a child we would plan for weeks of surprises for each other. What a good feeling to do something for someone else!

I looked back toward Windermeere where the clan was resting. I wondered what the future held for us.

Then I heard a loud splash right beside me on the dark side of the beach. Water splashed up over my head. Suddenly, I was surrounded by loud voices, bright lights, people clapping me on my back. I think it was friendly.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I realized I was surrounded by a group of Karavan Dissidents we had meant the night before. I couldn't help being apprehensive. Were they really on our side? Were they going to decide to kill us? A perfect time for an attack! Right after sundown on the first night we had to rest. We simply weren't prepared!

"We thought of you this Atysmas! We thought of your children! We come to bring you gifts! We know it's early but on Atysmas we must be home with our own children! We hope you don't mind we bring you gifts!"

"Gifts!?" I echoed blankly.

"Yes, come! Where are the others? We bring gift for everyone!"

I tried to hold back the tears that burned my eyes. I think I was successful.

This simple kindness after all we had been through was more than I expected. There were indeed gifts and food for everyone. At long last I felt hope we had found a home.

By Nehrie

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#3 Добавлено Tamarea 9 лет назад

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#4 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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Song by Meggy: (Tune: Itsy Bitsy Spider)
 
The Itsy Bitsy Yubo climed up the Atysmas Tree...
Down came the snow, and the yubo began to freeze...
Out came the sun and it warmed the yubo's fur...
and the Itsy Bitsy Yubo climbed to the top and began to purr.

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#5 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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The First Atysmas -- As told by the Storyteller Lutrykin

It was many many years ago, even as Lutrykins count time.
There was no Atysmas yet...
It happened once that it was wintertime and the weather was very cold that year.
A small tribe of homins of all races gathered around a fire and wondered how they were going to survive.
They had very little fuel, and less food.  The hunting was bad due to the cold and the Dust was too hard to dig.
A little Tryker baby began to cry because she was soooo hungry.
One of the Fyros children gave the baby his last bit of dried honey so her cries wouldn't attract the wild beasts.
A Zorai child started singing a silly song about dancing Yubos, and the baby smiled.
A Matis child put a sack on his head and danced around, claiming he had a brand new hat.
The baby laughed out loud and reached for the sack.  "Hat!!" she said.  
Then the adults all laughed and joined the Zorai child singing silly songs.  
They forgot their hunger for the moment and relaxed.
Then they noticed that there was movement outside the camp and everyone was worried.
But it wasn't savage beasts, but a circle of dancing yubos!
Where the yubos danced the Dust was softened and good food came to the surface.
And in one spot a tall tree sprouted, so fast that shells stuck to the branches and glittered in the moonlight.
And after that the homins gathered together once in a while to sing and give gifts and to praise the yubos.
And they would decorate a tree.
Because Atys had rescued them that night, they named the day after Atys.

And that is all I remember.

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#6 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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Rykal: Atysmas

We are all waiting, this new day.
All gathered together, to keep ourselves warm.
We look at the sky strewn with stars.
After having succeeded in driving away evil.

We pushed that back.
A few past months ago.
Now, we have gathered on this day.
To give and receive gifts alternately

We seek to be warmed by the fire.
Here, where warmth becomes the welcome.

For all that, not forgetting,
Our dear friends who could not come to greet us.
But with whom we shared such good times.
I thank them for every instant.

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#7 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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Poem by Cliffarson    

Jolly Old Saint Nekothus
Put your claw away
please don't kill a single soul
while I run away

Atysmas is here right now
The burning desert's cold
if you don't chase me too far
I think I may grow old.

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#8 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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Poem by Nicholo: 12 Days of Atysmas Last Verse

On the twelfth day of Atysmas
my true love sent to me:
12 Silly Gubani 
11 Torbak Purring
10 Zerx  Leaping
9 Varinx Chasing
8 Shaggy Shalah 
7 Bandits a Slaying
6 Rangus a howling
5 Golden Ocyx
4 Flapping Igara 
3 Horrid Cuties
2 Flying Yuboand
A Kincher on a killing spree

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#9 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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AN ODE TO BODOKIN -- by Salazar

His eyes, his crown like amber;
The skin like a piece of the nights, sprinkled with stars;
A growl as deep as the caverns of the big root, 
Yet soft and caring,
As if he sings a love song for our splendoured greens,
A lullaby. 
We are safe, he sings, 
For Jena watches day and night over us, 
And while he sings
The bark trembles under his strong feet.

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#10 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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Tale by Mousse

I'm feeling good tonight near this fire. It makes me want to share the beginnings of Mousse on Atys.
I was a young Tryker warrior in the Lakes, I've always been attracted by Fairhaven.
I had as companion a young beautiful Tryker homine.
Her father, a public figure of Fairhaven, viewed me with suspicion !
He wanted to provoke me into a duel, but I refused. He rushed at me and instinctively my sword ran through him.
The public figures of Fairhaven put their heads together and decided to exile me from the Lakes : I was driven out of the Lakes
I found myself naked, only wearing, as a good warrior should, my sword.
I went wandering from one bar to another.
I finally reached the Fyros country.
In the buff, my morale at the lowest, I had there an encounter that would make me change my faith, a guild who accepted me without any question : LA FUREUR D'ATYS (The Fury of Atys).
That's how I became Kami, and proud of my first guild, a very long time ago.
I have become a warrior among the strongests thanks to my master Anibios, who I thank tonight. Thanks for listening to me...

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#11 Добавлено Ghost of Atys 9 лет назад  

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Song by Krill:

(Tune: Jolly Old Saint Nicholas)

It is the beer of Atysmas,
Which have all homins singing,
From Fairhaven to Avendale,
From crepuscule untill morning.
And when a barrel is empty,
This song can be heard in the night…

My Santa Ba’Naer,
We really need more beer.
You know, we are real Trykers,
Not yubos, we don’t drink water.

True, it is tasting good,
And it is drunk quite well,
The beer you serve for Atysmas,
You could say it’s exceptional.

But you’re pushing it a bit too much,
It is not worth such a price!
Ok, we’ll have a last round of it,
But you’ll have to stand the next one.

My Santa Ba’Naer,
We really need more beer.
You know, we are real Trykers,
Not yubos, we don’t drink water.

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