tales, myths, and stories in orrison
the tales that ynoch told
Migari and ivei's light
Every deity had a domain. Some were born into it- others found it and claimed it. Migari knew exactly what he wanted- he was charmed by the light, the very same that the god Ivei already controlled. So he went to Ivei, under the guise of seeking counsel.
Ivei offered their help willingly, of course, and Migari accepted their advice with no intention to follow through.
They told Migari that nobody had yet tamed Fire. Migari had no trouble with capturing Fire-- Fire was greedy, and greed was easy to trick. Still, fire was not what Migari wanted-- it was too crude, too hot, and when Migari whispered jokes to it, it became offended, growing fierce and dangerous. Fire went off on a rampage. "We are not suitable for each other!" Migari exclaimed, and Ivei closed their eyes and shook their head in acceptance. "Yes, of course not." In the two seconds that Ivei had their eyes closed, Migari had already swept Fire up and immediately apologized to it with great earnesty, its anger and heat immediately dying out from surprise and stopping the course of its destruction. "Yes, of course not!" Migari echoed to Ivei.
Ivei suggested that perhaps Migari would hold an appreciation for the free spirit of Air. Surely they shared a mischievious nature? Migari and Air played trick after trick, until Migari had stirred air up into a tempestuous whirlwind. "We are a bad influence on one another!" Migari noted sadly, and Ivei again closed their eyes and shook their head solemnly. Migary played a song to calm the wind-- the whirlwind died in a flash, soothed. "What was that?" Ivei asked. "A goodbye." Migari pretended to mourn.
Air was too much like Migari, Ivei said, so perhaps he would pair well with the stability of Earth? Migari sat. Migari sat and sat and sat, and leaned in close to Earth. He whispered, "Mother soil, I offer you my fullest respect and reverence, for you are of Fys and of the cycle." He crooned his praises and love and even the Earth was moved-- he asked Earth a single favor, to pretend to be unhappy with him so that he may play a small trick on Ivei. His words were so sweet, even Earth relented, and pretended to shake and quake. "The Earth is offended by me!" Migari squeaked fearfully, and again Ivei shook their head. "You babble nastily, Migari." They said indulgently, sounding tired.
Water babbles as well. It was a gentle force, but still alive and strong. Perhaps it will be flexible enough for you, said Ivei. Migari did consider-- he loved Water fiercely. He loved it so fiercely that the force of that love pulled up the tides and drained the streams. "I am not balanced enough for Water!" Migari told Ivei, and it was his truest complaint. He let Water go.
"All I have left for you is Light," Ivei said, ponderously, "Which I know you have been trying to trick out of me. You are sneaky, but my domain is seeing all." Rather than cowering, Migari gave a howling laugh. "Why did you not say so?!" He exclaimed. "Well," Ivei explained, "I saw how you apologized to Fire, and soothed Wind, and respected Earth, and loved Water. I will not give you my Light, for I am Light, but I can give you half for I know you will treat it well."
Thus, night was born, when Migari is off playing to his heart's content with Ivei's Light.
Lost then Found
stories from ages past
The Thief and the Thousand Eye King, by Taka
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of knowledge led by the Thousand Eye King. Though they were powerful, they were also paranoid. With their thousand eyes, they illuminated their kingdom in blinding light so that no secret or source of strength could escape their sight, for they feared that which they did not know. The king proudly boasted, “There is Nowhere you can hide from me.”
However, for every light, there is shadow, and there was no shadow darker than that of the Thief. The Thief was small and weak and the King thought little of it. Because of this, the Thief knew ways in which to evade the King’s sight.
The Thief, from the shadowy corners of the Thousand-Eyed King’s vision, extended its hand to those in need. “Then I will take you to Nowhere.”
The people that accepted its hand found themselves embraced by the Thief, who shielded them from the overbearing light of the Thousand Eye King.
It did not take long for the King to hear of the Thief’s actions, and for that they turned their gaze to the wilds. The Thief, fearing that the King would stop at nothing to find those in the shadow of his wings, revealed itself to the King. The King slaughtered the Thief for its transgressions and celebrated their victory by parading its corpse through the streets.
The Thief’s people did not forget its sacrifice and dedicated themselves to its memory. It is said that on dark nights, when one fears they are hunted, the whispers of the Thief can be heard on the wind offering to whisk them away to a place where they may rest.
Notes #1 - Ilya “Leto” Grigori [Age 16, A.o.R. 332]
This text was originally recovered by my late grandfather, Silas, who came upon it connected to a stele located in a ruin outside of Ichorrai. The original text was in Old Immithese, or believed to be, though it notably had some marked differences that supposedly made it difficult to translate... (Continued Here)