Elves of Athas
Total Page:16
File Type:pdf, Size:1020Kb
Elves of Athas Elves of Athas TABLE OF CON T EN T S INTRODUCT I ON ......................................................5 CHAPTER ONE : PHYS I CAL NATURE ..........................9 CHAPTER TWO : PSYCHOLOG I CAL NATURE ...............13 CHAPTER THREE : ELVEN SOC I ETY ..........................17 4 IN T RODU cti ON am Daled, dwarf and ex-slave, wandering the burning If I remained there, without weapon, water, or even a clue sands of Athas like a faro leaf caught in a hot breeze. This as to where I was, then I would die without completing my breeze is my focus, to learn all I can about the slave tribes focus. This was unacceptable. There were still slave tribes Ithat fill the endless wastes, and it drives me in directions I to visit, still experiences and knowledge to add to my never contemplated going. continuing chronicle. Worse, there were the legends of what In my travels I have gathered more knowledge than my happened to dwarves who die with their focus unfulfilled - focus would indicate. Perhaps it was inevitable. Knowledge legends as dark and disturbing as the inner sanctums of the comes with experience, and my experiences have been as sorcerer-kings. I had to survive - my focus demanded it. varied as the viewpoints of a half-giant - and as fickle. At the I called to the chief and insisted she let me join her tribe. If least, all have been educational (at least in hindsight). she noticed the fear in my eyes or the urgency in my voice, My memories include long periods of thirst and hunger, she made no mention of it. Instead, she listened quietly, with dark days under the lash of templars, and even brief stretches an intensity that unnerved me even more. My arguments of contentment. Let me share one of these memories with steadied me, however, as I used those I had heard in the you before the fire fades and the crimson sun burns away slave tribes and even invented a few as I rambled on. I the night. Let me tell you of the time I ran with the elves of offered reasons for accepting me into the tribe, listing my Athas. In truth, it was but a single tribe of the long-limbed skills and accomplishments. I even called out challenges nomads, and compared to the grace and swiftness of a desert and demanded a rite of initiation, knowing full well that my elf, the way I travelled could hardly be called running. But words could just as easily get me killed as they could perhaps I kept up with them, for my life and my focus depended save my life. The chief’s eyes examined me, measuring me upon it. by more than just the sounds that emerged from my mouth. I was travelling across the Tablelands in the company of When I finished, I thought I saw her smile. a small merchant caravan of House M’ke. The caravan was “So the dwarf wants to be an elf,” the chief replied. “Then going my way, and I was glad for the companionship and run with us, Short Sprinter, and we shall see.” And run I did, protection its wagons and crew offered. We were on the road though not swiftly and certainly with no grace. Sheer force from Nibenay to Raam, moving through a region of sandy of will kept my legs pumping and my eyes on the fading wastes, when a terrible storm blew in off the Sea of Silt. backs of the racing elves. For three days I did my best to The winds were fierce, the dust as thick as kank honey. The keep up. Then, when it seemed weariness and thirst were caravan tried to push on, but it wasn’t long before we were about to overcome me, I crested a sand dune to find the chief lost in the swirl of choking dust and stinging sand. I cursed waiting for me beside a well-travelled road. I the caravan master for trying to forge a path through the The chief held out a skin of water, which I wearily snatched. N T storm, but the words were drowned in the raging wind. “You were lucky, Short Sprinter,” she said through a wide RODU For two days the wind swirled around us, whipping our grin. “You gave us three days of laughter, and laughter has breath away and burning our skin raw. The sand pelted us been in short supply of late among the Wind Dancers. For as the master pushed the wagons and pack beasts forward. that, you have earned this drink. Fort Isus lies along this cti For two days we wandered blindly through the storm, and road. Go there or not. The choice is yours.” She turned to those who could not keep up were lost to the angry elements. leave, then paused and called back, “Remember the time ON The storm finally began to subside as the second day neared you ran with the Wind Dancers, because the Wind Dancers its end, though more than half the caravan was gone. What will remember you, Sprinter.” Her laugh followed her into remained huddled around the master, hoping for protection the dunes, but I’ll never forget its wild, savage sound… and guidance. Daled the Sprinter – A Tale of Endurance When the sun rose on the third day, there were still large clouds of silt filling the air. But the dust was not as thick They run across the burning sands like whirling dust or as violent as it had been, and visibility had improved sweeps across the baked dunes and parched steppes of the considerably. I almost wished it hadn’t, for what we saw sent Tyr region. By day they are untamed winds, blowing hot a ripple of fear through the remaining caravan members. gusts of chaos from one end of the Tablelands to the other. Our makeshift camp was surrounded by figures wrapped By night they are swift shadows, always in motion, dancing in tattered cloaks and clinging dust. These figures were tall beneath the light of Athas’ twin moons. They are the elves of and thin, with long limbs and savage bearings. There was Athas, and the twisted path they trace over the landscape is no doubt in my mind that we were surrounded by the dread fast, furious, and more than a little dangerous. desert runners: elves. While they share certain similarities with the elves of other Two of the guards who still held positions at the caravan campaign worlds, these elves are definitely a breed apart. master’s side moved to drive off the raiders. They were cut They are a race of mystery and danger whose very nature down quickly and without fanfare. Then one elf stepped is alien - not only to humans, but to other elven species as forward and declared that our goods were now the property well. of the Wind Dancers tribe. Any further show of resistance Prepare to leave all you know or think you know about would result in the slaughter of the entire caravan. She spoke elven nature behind. Whatever erroneous beliefs you still with a detached calmness that was more frightening than hold will quickly be boiled away by the truth of the desert, any arrogant boast I had heard from other raider leaders. dried up as fast as a puddle of water in the burning heat I knew she meant what she said, and so did the caravan of a crimson sun. Know this: Athas is cut from a different master. cloth. It has been sliced from a torn, blood-crusted swath It did not take long for the elves to strip the caravan bare. with a broken blade to fashion a world more deadly than They moved with speed, grace, and an unnatural silence any that has come before. As such, its elves do not fit the that made us even more uneasy. When they were done, not patterns established in other settings. They are Athasian a single trade good remained. They even took our weapons, elves, driven by all the brutal twists and harsh surprises that food, and water. These elf raiders were not bloodthirsty, but the environment that spawned them implies. we would die as surely from lack of supplies as if they had In the paragraphs which follow, Elves of Athas brings you cut us apart with their weapons of stone and bone. Without to the desert camp of the Star Racers. This proud tribe of a word, they prepared to fade away as silently as they had elves presents a festival dedicated to the very first elf chief come. 5 Witness a dance of celebration and hear a song of legend as Utaa lets the music move her, her body dancing to the beat an elf maiden sings the ballad of creation. Afterward, we’ll of the instruments and her own singsong words. Her voice examine the physical and psychological natures of Athasian low and husky, she sings on, “Coraanu raced across the stars elves, looking at what makes the desert runners move and by night, avoiding the heat of the day and the eyes of his slow, behave the way they do. Finally, a section on elven society clumsy enemies. His feet barely touched each glowing step provides details about how Athas’ elves live and love. in the night-sky road, and he carried only the most precious Elves of Athas places these savage wasteland runners before items with him. Some were his at the start, others were found you, giving you a rare and vivid look at their culture, habits, along the way, taken from those with slow minds and slower and daily lives.