Scholars of Modernity and Antiquity Volume A

From Edwir the Learned, sage of sages

an index of the Individuals and Societies considered sagacious in all the known Kingdoms and Realms.

INDIVIDUALS

Aedric Hanvalen 

1. Elves
2. Music
3. Wine
4. Ancient History

Arnis Drake Gilderspine

1. Language: Fell Speech
2. Goblins
3. Ancient History

Artemor the Traveler (d)

1. History: Southrun
2. Dwarves
3. Disease

Auric Glimmerscale

1. Cartography
2. Geography

SOCIETIES

Arcade

1. Philosophy: Church of Westrun
2. Accounting
3. Modern Languages
4. Ancient History
5. Modern History

The Song of Shevarash

I will not kill nor hunt for you
my honor will remain
You may drain my life's blood from me
this I will not do
There is no life in death for you
on my soul will journey.
These are the words the archer spoke
when standing before the spider.
Then you'll know a death most unkind
and be left in the dark
No soul can find its rest from here
no songs will be sung
So you will be food for the worms
no soaring in the night.
These are the words the spider spoke
when lording over the archer.
So slay on you twice cursed whore
but hear my promise first
For no matter what wood you find
you will not know a peace
By the ancestral tree I swear
your death I ever seek
These are the words black archer spoke
when his breath sighed up its sighing.

The Song of Llothean

Here I lie
on the battefield
and my lifes blood is spilling.
In the dark.

Far from home
and so all alone
in tunnels deep and dimming
I found death.

I left hope
in the woodland realm
no journey can be undone.
Its so cold.

When she came
and spoke her sweet words
they were a taste of honey.
A sweet drink.

So I left
and I followed her
we all called her our mother.
We were fools.

We shed blood
and slew so many
but the age of gold eludes.
In the dark.

We are gone
kin to the spider
still the age of gold eludes
We are gone.

The Song of Vandria Gilmadrith

A great crowd had gathered
within the Sacred Place
and with heads covered
they knelt on holy ground
for in the sheets of white
lay the brave Faere Rane.

There was a giant king
whose laughter could be heard
ringing in the forest
where children once knew play
his victory was sore
and birthed in Faere pain.

The Ranaa knew her word
sworn firm upon an oath
after heroes are met
no vengeance would be hers
with battle bravely fought
for death had found the Rane.

The Song of Elebrin Liothiel

Elebrin was a planter
and a keeper of the seeds
they called him that old farmer
and a minder of the weeds

Elebrin how's your Garden
Elebrin how's your root
Elebrin of the Orchard
Elebrin how's your fruit

Elebrin was no hunter
nor a chaser of the prey
they called him that old dodger
and the lazy one in gray

Elebrin how's your Garden
Elebrin how's your root
Elebrin of the Orchard
Elebrin how's your fruit

Elebrin did not fall ill
when the famine days grew fat
they called him from their deathbeds
when their children dined on rat

Elebrin how's your Garden
Elebrin how's your root
Elebrin of the Orchard
Elebrin how's your fruit

The Song of Alobal Llorfiril

The first of the Llorfiril
was Alobal Born on Land
he made the trees to walk
and taught words to the green.

And Alobal Laughs
Laugh, Alobal, laugh
for the mischief you have caused

The best of the Llorfiril
was Alobal drunk on wine
he made the embers dance
and taught the sea to preen

And Alobal Laughs
Laugh, Alobal, laugh
for the mischief you have caused

The last of the Llorfiril
was Alobal of Laughter
he made the people wise
and taught them all to dream

And Alobal Laughs
Laugh, Alobal, laugh
for the mischief you have caused

The Song of Ye'Cind

The fire is dying now
but embers still burn bright
and songs for softly singing
will be sung tonight.

A song brought forth the forge
and lit the lanterns light
a song made Erenth grow
made all things aright.

Ye'Cind took up a reed
to play the old songs true
playing for the Rane
with Llor that he knew

The song of the leaves
is heard by precious few
none but Ye'Cind
find music in the dew

The Song of Rillifane Rallathil

Rillifane the Barkskin,
Rillifane in the green,
Brother to the Brown Bear,
Brother to the Eagle,
Brother to the Raven,
Brother to the White Wolf.
Rillifane born on land.

Rillifane the Old Tree,
Rillifane with deep roots,
Father to the old ones
Father to the curates,
Father to the acorns,
Father to the Oakhearts
Rillifane born on land.

The Song of Solonor Thelandira

What is this
falling with the night
in the homecoming of the wood
The Spirit of this place is strong
warmed in a fire I cannot see
I know his name and feel his air
Solonor it is you once more
Solonor first among hunters
Oh Solonor Thelandira
Teraniel and Eternal
Walk with me down these trails again
Lead me on along the game path
Still the hammer inside my chest
bring the string swift along my cheek
Guide all my arrows straight and true
Solonor it is you once more
Solonor first among hunters
Oh Solonor Thelandira
Teraniel and Eternal
We hunt together forever
all game falls before those we send
no lair makes them safe no bough hides
the branches will dare not deflect
the death that comes from my fletching
Solonor it is you once more
Solonor first among hunters
Oh Solonor Thelandira
Teraniel and Eternal

The Song of Erevan Ilesere

The Vyrum Queen is hunting, hunting hunting.
The Vyrum Queen is hunting for the treasure that she lost.
The Vyrum Queen is burning burning burning
The Vyrum Queen is burning for the vengeance that she bears.
Erevan and his companions are hiding hiding hiding
Erevan and his companions Brightmantle and Brandobaris
Erevan and his companions are hiding hiding hiding
Erevan and his companions -- three mighty heroes of old
Children of Avariel are rising rising rising
Children of Avariel are rising in the fury they have found
Children of Avariel are rising rising rising
Children of Avariel are rising to throw off their shackles

The Song of Labelas Enoreth

Noble Lord of Old,
He was the maker of nations
and the dreamer of great dreams.
For Labelas became
the Rane of the Ranes of Erenth.
Founder of the Golden Age,
worker of great things in Llor,
and scholar without peer.
But the Rane and his Age are one
he died when it died,
a victim slain of the Vyrum.
Labelas Enoreth was the first of the great
and the last of the greatest
His people remember and wait
for the coming of all that he dreamed.

The Song of Sashelas

The waves bore him away
to distant lands searching.

O Sashelas, O Seafarer
Ever searching for mother Aerdrie
and staring long upon the sky.

The waves bore him away
to distant lands searching.

O Sashelas, O Seafarer
The storms sweep him away
to distant ports calling

The waves bore him away
to distant lands searching.

O Sashelas, O Seafarer
Did the deep take him low
and keep him from Arvanaith

The waves bore him away
to distant lands searching.

O Sashelas, O Seafarer
Restless wanderer, tragic searcher
journeying ever your lifes goal.

The waves bore him away
to distant lands searching.

The Song of Fenmarel Mestarine

The singer does not sing
and the dancer dances no longer
for Fenmarel last of the Teraniel,
silently grieves the end of the Golden Age.
The warrior goes to war
and the swordsman swings his sword
for Fenmarel defends the forest homes.
The shires for the Holbyt
The caves for the Gnummor
The mountains for the Dwennir
The wood is for the Faere.
Outcasts, loners, and those who wander
have a friend in he whose mourning does not end
as others raise their cities upon the surface.
Fenmarel Mestarine,
Last of the Teraniel
Last of the Teraniel

The Song of Idrisier Llothdein

O Skyborn Warrior of old,
Slain by Aenirasa when you would not bow.
You slew scores upon your left
and hundreds upon your right.

Idrisier Llothdein of old,
Slain by Aenirasa for the love you bore.
You tore your wings from the left
and ripped your wings from the right.

Idrisier, lord of anger
Slain by Aenirasa for the wrath you showed
Is that you who battles on our left?
Is that you who battles on our right?

The Song of Aerdrie Faenya

Aerdrie Faenya,
Skyborn queen,
Mother of All
you abandoned those
who would not heed
to the surface.

Though we were your children
we listened not
and were cast off
to the surface.

We are barred from the
Forest Home of Wind.
Our children know our folly
and they too are born
to the surface.

The Song of Sehanine Moonbow

Great granddaughter of Feanya
true daughter of Feanya
Surface born and wed to the sky
She vowed a vow
to never look upon the sky by day
for fear of the want to return.
She lived under the stars of night
She embraced mortality
at the end of the Golden Age
and considered it a gift
against the idea of living forever
separated from Armalas.
She welcomed death
and found it by her hand.

Sage Aedric Hanvalen

Aedric Hanvalen is a half elven resident of Rath and the leading scholar of that kingdom. The body of his work consists of many treatises and translations of songs from Elvish. In this way, though he is somewhat derided for lack of original content, he is considered the foremost authority on the language and history of the Elvish people.

To a lesser extent he is considered a musician of some note.

He is also a vinter of good repute and his label Hanvalen, enjoys wide distribution.