Lusternia - Saturday, May 23, 2009, 10:21 AM
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Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Dear Brothers and Sisters of the Commune."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Close your eyes. Visualze Glomdoring."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "The Dark Forest is abundant with flora and fawn. From the bats, beetles, spiders, and wasps... to the psionic zombies and loamadores. The black roses. Black-feathered harpies. The slithering oozes."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "The woods are inhabited by both the mundane and exotic alike. It would take quite a bestiary to catalogue the diversity of life."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Yet for all the species within Glomdoring, have you ever seen the likes of a scorpion scuttling about the leaves and underbrush of the forest floor?"

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Scorpions are marvelous creatures. Quite adept to survive the harsh conditions. of Skarch Desert and the tainted wastes of the Blasted Lands. Even the astral plane. But for all their adaptability, these arachnids are not indigenous to the Dark Forest."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Then, ask yourself how is it the Scorpion Cult of the Nekotai came to reside within the heart of Glomdoring? This very framing question gave rise to my historical and cultural research into the origins of the Nekotai. The truth of the matter is quite astonishing indeed. We are not the True Nekotai."

Janalon proudly shows off the Chronicles of Nightmares:
Ragged leather has been bound together to form the grisly Chronicles of Nightmares. The pages within are extraordinarily thin, and yellowed with time. The cover is a fusion of worn leather and dark wood. The wood wraps around the edges of the chronicles, forming arcane images of unspeakable horrors culminating in the imposing image of the scorpion at its very center, poised to strike.


Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion taps her fingers on the leather cover binding the Chronicles of Nightmares. She opens the tome, and thumbs through the grisly chapters and stops on an unmarked page.

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "As with many tales of Glomdoring, our genesis flows from the inspiration of the Great Spirits themselves. We of the forestal communes are well apprised of the Great Spirits. Of Moon and White Heart . Of Brother Crow and Mother Night. Of the Spirits lost to Ackleberry. However, there is such a Spirit who resides outside of any forest or commune. She is the Great Spirit of Grandmother Scorpion."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "It is Her utmost desire to dwell alone, quite content in stillness and solitude of desert life. Among Her companions were the lucidians and dracnari who sought refuge under the monastic sanctuary of Scorpion Caverns. They were the first, the True Nekotai-- those chosen by Grandmother Scorpion to receive her Gift of the scorpion style of fighting passed down from Her own children."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Yet, a cataclysmic event would forever altar the course of Her history. For you see, years and years ago there was a great earthquake. The desert shook and cracked, forming a rift in the earth itself. Out of the fissure, a strange race ascended onto the surface of the Basin-- the Illithoid! For you see, just as Grandmother Scorpion wished to be left alone, she was open to meeting these Illithoid who wished to see the greater world."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "A pact was formed shortly thereafter. Grandmother would bestow the Gift of Nekotai, the scorpion style of combat upon the Illithoid, in exchange for one of theirs who would stay behind to maintain a psionic shield. The very purpose of this shield was to further obscure the location of the monastery in the Scorpion Caverns, and bring peace about the Scorpion Caverns."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Having surveyed the surface terrain to their satisfaction, these Ilithoid once again sought the subterranean refuge of the Undervault. They brought back the sights and tales most fanciful of life on the surface. Of the sun, the sands, and scorpions! These Illithoid spread the Gift of Nekotai amongst their bretheren, adding a martial alternative to their traditional jakari style of combat known Ninjakari."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "The teachings of Grandmother's Gift of Nekotai thrived amongst the Illithoid ravagers and cenobites, even despite the fact that that no scorpion's dwell that far below the Basin's surface. The Illithoid did not forget Her, nor Her teachings. Rather, they perfected this martial art by integrating their methods of subterfuge and psychometabolism. Thus, the scorpion style of combat was adapted for a second wave of Nekotai monks."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "It would take another cataclysmic event to return Grandmother's Gift to the surface once more. A great tumor appeared along the Southern Highway. A Telepathic messages was sent to both the Magnagora, and Glomdoring. The commune of the Dark Forest expressed reservation about this communication until more was learned."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "However, citizens of the Tainted City gave full support to these messages, and fed the tumor until it burst, releasing an army of cloaked Illithoid onto the surface. In retaliation a horde of Kephera scum and inferno beetles assaulted Glomdoring, setting the Dark Forsest ablaze. Women were killed. Men enslaved. The Great Sprit of Crow was slain. Glomdoring valiantly fought back, and was finally able to stave off the Kephera forces."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Despite all the casualties sustained, Glomdoring persevered to reseed from the dying embers. The commune was reborn. Thus, the commune entered into a new epoch marked by an alliance with Illithoid of the Undervault. Many Illithoid who boldly defended Glomdoring later came to reside within the bounds of the Dark Forest... bringing the teachings of Grandmother Scorpion with them."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "These Illithoid were somewhat unable to directly relate the art of Nekotai to the forest dwellers, as scorpions are not indigenous to Glomdoring. However, they related the Gift to the various creatures of the forest."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Of Spider the Weaver, who spun webs with patience and preparation. Of Wasp the Stinger, whose strike was swift and sure. Of Beetle the Scavenger, who exhibits endurance and innovation. Of Bat the Sneak, who hunts in the stealth of dark night."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "Each reflected a facet of Scorpion, a symbol of Grandmother's Gift. A symbol of perfection. The Illithoid would use the parables of these Idols to teach the scorpion style of combat to the Glomdoring Monks-- the third wave of Nekotai."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion closes the Chronicles of Nightmares with a resounding thud. She holds the cover outward, displaying the imposing image of scorpion for all to see, before discreetly tucking the tome away.

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "We, the Glomdoring Nekotai, have no immediate means of contact with Grandmother Scorpion. Only the Innermost Kiht of the Cult shall ever stand among Her Chosen."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "We, the Glomdoring Nekotai, and indoctrinate the Oblate of the Cult with the teaching of our Idols: Spider, Wasp, Beetle, Bat, and Scorpion. They represent the tenets of our Faith."

Mother Janalon Llaewell, Devotee of Scorpion says, "We, the Glomdoring Nekotai are vanguards of the Wyrd. Our duty is simple, to ward and protect the Wyrd from harm."

Janalon crackles with blue energy that wreathes itself about her limbs.

Janalon slides her opposing nekai against each other, causing an earsplitting screech to warble through the blades.

Fly Synl Nimaet, Supreme Lord of the Shadows whispers to Janalon, "The histories I sought to gather have been realized with your work. I thank you for the honour."

Janalon nods her head emphatically.

Janalon thanks Synl profusely.

... and this is the greatly truncated retelling of our origins!

Awesome!