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Ah yes, gather around young ones. As Lokida Keeper, I have to ensure that you are all prepared to know about our great history as a people. You are all of the age where it is time to venture off to a very special place for our tribe; the Wall of Many Suns. It is there that we will explore what our ancestors have left for us at the base of the Grand Burial Mound. I am glad to see that your elders have prepared you for this journey, as many of you have supplies. This is more than just an outing; this is a pilgrimage to a very unique landmark for our people. In time, you will come to learn why. Follow me, children. Our journey begins now.
Days pass, and the fires of the village grow more and more faint. The tall grasses appears more wild, shaking in the wind that seems to be pushing the group towards the Grand Burial Mound. Some of the children appear frightened by the raw force of nature and the sheer darkness of the night. The Keeper assures them all is well, and that this is merely the Gods beckoning us to engage with them and lean more about their world. Soon enough, the group is greeted to a morning light slipping over the top of the Grand Burial Mound as if praising them for accomplishing their task at hand. The Keeper looks upon her students with pride, although some of them appear heavily taxed due to the length of the journey.
Young ones, we are here! The Grand Burial Mound stands before us. Many of us have traveled across the plains to get here, including your fathers and mothers and their fathers and mothers. A question? Ah, you have sharp eyes. Those markings all along the rock are what we came here to see. Those pictures are here for us to learn about beings older than the village elders. Some of them were like you and me, others were creatures of immeasurable power, and some were even creatures we know of today. When our tribe was very new, their elders made their way out here, just as we did, and took the painstaking labor of carving these pictures and messages into the stone so our past can be preserved for all time.
Come here. Feel the rock beneath your fingers. Feel the indents and ridges left here just for you to learn. Feel the history of the cool stone on your skin. All of these markings tell grand tales and a the rich history of our Lokida heritage. They are as old as the Stone Horse and as mysterious as the Everburning Pyre. Let’s start here, and learn about how our guardian deities took control of this land from a tyrannical titan.
Days pass, and the fires of the village grow more and more faint. The tall grasses appears more wild, shaking in the wind that seems to be pushing the group towards the Grand Burial Mound. Some of the children appear frightened by the raw force of nature and the sheer darkness of the night. The Keeper assures them all is well, and that this is merely the Gods beckoning us to engage with them and lean more about their world. Soon enough, the group is greeted to a morning light slipping over the top of the Grand Burial Mound as if praising them for accomplishing their task at hand. The Keeper looks upon her students with pride, although some of them appear heavily taxed due to the length of the journey.
Young ones, we are here! The Grand Burial Mound stands before us. Many of us have traveled across the plains to get here, including your fathers and mothers and their fathers and mothers. A question? Ah, you have sharp eyes. Those markings all along the rock are what we came here to see. Those pictures are here for us to learn about beings older than the village elders. Some of them were like you and me, others were creatures of immeasurable power, and some were even creatures we know of today. When our tribe was very new, their elders made their way out here, just as we did, and took the painstaking labor of carving these pictures and messages into the stone so our past can be preserved for all time.
Come here. Feel the rock beneath your fingers. Feel the indents and ridges left here just for you to learn. Feel the history of the cool stone on your skin. All of these markings tell grand tales and a the rich history of our Lokida heritage. They are as old as the Stone Horse and as mysterious as the Everburning Pyre. Let’s start here, and learn about how our guardian deities took control of this land from a tyrannical titan.