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You notice it by the whispered tales that are told at the campfires of the city guards. You notice it in the wondering faces of the children running around. You notice it by the eager Yubos that collect supplies for the winter. You notice it by many tiny things. Atysmas is coming!

Come to Almati Wood's Atysmas Village on Sunday, 20 December 2015 20:00:00 UTC (9 years ago) for the Atysmas Story Telling! Come tell us a tale, or just come to listen the amazing stories of the homins. Enjoy a beautiful Atysmas with a mixture of funny, contemplative and tragic atmosphere. Let all inhabitants of Atys be part of your fantasy and share an atysian story.
We are looking forward to a delightful evening with you and by you with your favourite stories.

[OOC] We would like to ask you to send the story you would like to tell to events@ryzom.com before Tuesday, 15 December 2015 00:00:00 UTC (9 years ago). [/OOC]

Edited 4 times | Last edited by Tamarea (9 years ago)

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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

Edited 3 times | Last edited by Margote (6 years ago) | Reason: Correction de typos FR

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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.

Edited 8 times | Last edited by Ghost of Atys (8 years ago) | Reason: Adding missing translations.

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Le Premier Atysoël - Tel que raconté par le Conteur Lutrykin

C'était il y a de très, très nombreuses années, mêmes comptées comme le font les Lutrykins.
Atysoël n'existait pas encore...
C'était l'hiver et le temps était très froid cette année là.
Une petite tribu d'homins de toutes les races se rassembla autour d'un feu et se demanda comment elle allait pouvoir survivre.
Elle avait peu de combustible, et de nourriture encore moins. À cause du froid, la chasse était mauvaise et la sciure trop difficile à creuser.
Un petit bébé tryker commença à pleurer parce qu'il avait trooop faim.
Un des enfants fyros donna au bébé son dernier morceau de miel séché pour que ses pleurs n'attirent pas les bêtes sauvages.
Un enfant zoraï se mit à chanter une chanson idiote évoquant des yubos dansants, et le bébé sourit.
Un petit matis mit un sac sur sa tête et dansa en rond, prétendant que c'était un chapeau flambant neuf.
Le bébé éclata de rire et tendit la main vers le sac. "Chapeau !!", dit-il.
Alors tous les adultes rirent et se joignirent au chant idiot de l'enfant zoraï.
Ils oublièrent leur faim pour un moment et se détendirent.
C'est alors qu'ils remarquèrent du mouvement hors du campement et tous s'inquiétèrent.
Mais ce n'étaient pas des bêtes sauvages, c'était un cercle de yubos dansants.
Là où dansaient les yubos, la sciure s'amollissait et la nourritture affleurait la surface.
Et en un point un grand arbre surgit soudain, si vite que les coquillages restés accrochés à ses branches scintillaient au clair de lune.
Depuis les homins se rassemblent chaque hiver pour chanter, et donner des cadeaux, et louer les yubos.
Et décorer un arbre.
Parce qu'Atys les avait secourus cette nuit là, ils nommèrent ce jour d'après elle.

Et c'est tout ce dont je me souviens.

Edited 5 times | Last edited by Margote (6 years ago) | Reason: Correction de typos FR

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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.

Edited 4 times | Last edited by Margote (6 years ago) | Reason: Correction de typos FR

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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.

Edited 4 times | Last edited by Ghost of Atys (8 years ago)

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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

Edited 3 times | Last edited by Ghost of Atys (8 years ago) | Reason: Adding missing translations.

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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.

Edited 3 times | Last edited by Margote (6 years ago) | Reason: Correction de typos FR

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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...

Edited 8 times | Last edited by Ghost of Atys (8 years ago) | Reason: Translation fix.

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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.

Edited 3 times | Last edited by Margote (6 years ago) | Reason: Correction de typos FR

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