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T'hörel, sometimes known as the Star-Singer (tuh HOO rel) Bonded to: . From: Age: over 20000 Born in: n/a Skills: Since she has lived almost entirely 'awake' in the ten thousand or more years since the palace-ship fell to Abode, she has had to hone a great many skills that might have been lost in other situations. Exploration has meant that her knowledge of local plants, animals, and humans have expanded greatly, as well as the abilities used in creating homesteads, weapons, and other survival skills. |
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History: alive on the ship that was doomed to crash both in the wrong era and the wrong part of the world, T'hörel was actually a student of the Trolls learning about the workings of their ship and a strong opponent of keeping them as 'pets' like some members of their elfin group. This fact may have spared her a terrible death in any of the early moments of that crash landing, since she was well liked among the Troll population. They had not exactly told her what they were planning, but she knew that there was enough dissent and unhappiness among them that she'd had to negotiate between elf and troll on more than one occasion. Thus, when they effectively crippled the ship and threw it out of the timestream that the group of preserver-cocooned elfin navigators guided, she had been pulled aside and somewhat unceremoniously shoved into a capsule designed as an escape ship. She landed apart from the ship, but could see it from her landing point, as it was turned into the 'Palace' that would have been their home among humans - in the deepest future. She spent a good number of years attempting to locate the elves that had scattered, but since their magic flowed quite poorly here her range was sorely limited. The fact that she was never a glider and lacks any kind of telekinetic ability meant she couldn't easily fly to intercept them, nor had her astral projection ability formed at that point. Alone and only with the gear that had been stowed in the capsule with her, she disassembled it and hid the remains of it from the humans that then began hunting those elves they could locate. T'hörel did have her healing power, and made sure that it worked more than once. Blistered feet and hands from hefting the heavy tools and lugging them around, her delicate clothing didn't last and exposure was likely - but she spared herself from death with liberal doses of magic. She did also learn how to manifest the flesh-shaping ability on her own skin, though not going as far as self-shaping like at least one other member of the surviving elf population used. After many decades of moving around the mountains, she began to note that the air was chiller than before. The great ice wall was growing, descending from the north pole and would eventually overtake the palace, leaving it encased for thousands more years. She was never one to claim to be so connected to it that she 'needed' to return. T'hörel wandered southward, carefully moving along the mountain ranges, into woods, and over the plains. This lasted for a thousand years before she even saw another elf. They formed the basis of the Blue Mountain gliders, she may have even Recognized and had children there, though now obviously all of those elves are long gone. Breeding their giant birds took another thousand years of slow and steady work, and she began to grow closer to the birds than to the elves residing in the mountain. Finally able to explore without having to lug herself through the marshes and thickets, T'hörel took her bonded eagle and left the area to explore even across the great oceans. She would return now and again, making sure that their eagles were well tended - and to find new ones, when her bird had aged and could no longer be healed into an artificially induced 'prime' any longer. She'd done so for so long that she hardly remained in one place for more than a few hands of years, but always enjoyed meeting the new people and even descendants of those long-scattered elves. With a rekindled interest in learning how others have adapted to the world, she found a spot in the northern plains far to the east of the palace and Blue Mountain, and settled in for a longer period. That amount of time could barely be comprehended by the humans that wandered around now, even if they'd advanced from their brutish origins when they landed, they didn't do math beyond looking at their fingers yet. It was there in this mesa that she encountered some scattered Wolfriders for the first time, including Tineaus First-Hunt, the wolf-born elf that later was captured and held enslaved by humans along with Squall. It was also the area a good number of days wolf-ride east of what had been the original Mother Moon holt! Which brings us... *** "And they left, like that?" Apogee and the others at Bald Mountain finally learned more, the history of their own people was scattered at best, extra scattered now that the Palace, their ship, had vanished. "Did... you know them?" "There may be others, but those I knew are - all but one - spirits, now," T'hörel said, of Timmain and those first-comers who had perished and gone to the Palace. "And that one living is still yet living." She gazed around the aerie, "somewhere, anyway. I cannot reach her mind any longer, it was ... garbled after she joined all of our minds." "It really was to everyone, wasn't it?" Squall asked, "all elves minds?" "I imagine so," T'hörel said, "it was not merely her, though - someone else, someone of a very strong mind, helped her. After that," she shrugged, "I don't know what happened. I've been wandering, still. It was Awlvon, another of the earliest elves, though not one she'd been familiar with, that asked, "you didn't heed its call, it was difficult wasn't it." As one that was of an age with him, she slowly nodded and smiled, "to return to that place and time, yes. But we still have that choice while we live." It was Starbright that perked up with that, her sister Soulbind echoing it, "but the spirits, they do not, it's strange. I felt their connection to it, but ... I've never thought much of the idea of being dragged along for a ride like that." There was a pause, and then T'hörel said, "now imagine being forced to fix the palace's machinery long enough to evolve from simpler forms, and serve cruel masters that whole time." The group realized, one at a time, that she meant the trolls. She added quietly, "I wonder, do those elf spirits understand now the damage they did to other sentient minds?" It would remain a subject up for debate for another ten thousand years or so. They brought the conversation back to the here and now, however, when she spoke once more. "I went back to Blue Mountain, one last time," she sighed, "found the birds scattered, but at least alive and still laying eggs worth tending." They did know there were still great birds, several of the Gliders and an assortment of others had brought information back over the course of a hundred winters since the fall of their home. Everyone was still a bit on edge. They could all sense it, or at least most of them. Something else that might be 'up for debate' was how this all had attracted the attention of the Rookery leadership. Not entirely outside of their knowledge - Ainea worked with (several versions of) Keenan Lane and the Zekirans at Carramba, who had helped with Starbright's creation and birth. He'd noticed the amount of energy that was moving around, echoing through various dimensions. They had been taking 'dead' elves, snatched just before their own spirits would flee their body (with permission), healed, back into this era. While the dragons were now used to it, they were also apt to talk while they were heading through the void or between. Or time. Word, apparently, eventually got around. Clearly it was odd for him to just show up out of the blue, like that, materializing through a green-tinted energy orb nearby. Thankfully not in their meeting chamber, though there would have been room. But anyone with the magical perception to detect it, immediately winced with the power of it. And T'hörel suddenly straightened up, staring through the mountain's thick, shaped walls. Anyone else who had experienced it knew what was going on in a moment, just by the look on her fine features. As if drawn by a magnet, she stood and simply walked out to the ledge nearby, easily remembering the path around the aerie. He was out of place, out of time, but not... not in any way out of synch with T'hörel and the other elves. "I know this place," he whispered, "only... distantly..." "Who are you?" T'hörel asked, still unblinking and walking slowly almost in a trance. Keenan had the same look on his very human face when he noticed the elf standing quite close by. "oh," he said. ** "You are actually telling me that this was possible?" Apogee seemed flabbergasted. Perhaps even more so than the pair in question. She knew Keenan, or at least knew of, from her brief forays to Carramba High, which was still linked to the Aerie in its own slightly-sequestered chamber deeper within the mountain. Perhaps he'd sensed all their efforts to move the Mother and Child Moon tribe nearby, through that odd portal? And as always, the curious sort he was, he chose to investigate. Which led him to be in close proximity to another ancient (though not nearly as ancient) being in the form of T'hörel. His presence was noticed not only because he was human in form, but because he was absolutely not human. He wasn't currently an elf either, but what he was, was something much deeper than either living form. What he was, he explained carefully, was, "from another earlier split, of the population that became yours long before now." His words and thoughts brought Timmain's broad historical sending to mind, and they shared that history with him. In their 'scroll of colors' he realized was a physical and metaphysical record of the entire history of... "Ah," he spotted something, "perhaps some time between learning to leave their bodies, and the choosing of flesh," his fingers very faintly moved to indicate their own flesh, "my group, my 'pod', on its journey... chose to abandon their flesh once and for all." "But you're alive, aren't you?" Apogee queried, faint worry over her brow. "Of course I am alive, I have been in a body for at least as long as you," he smirked, "and many more before this." He continued with his own Convocation's tale, adding how he was always a little 'odd', he enjoyed creating bodies and lurking on worlds to observe them, just like their own ancestors had intended to do on Abode. He was of their breed. He was one of them. Only wearing a different skin, and considerably older than the rest, possibly due to having drifted across numerous dimensions. So of course, it was 'possible' for their spirits to meet, and, as was evident, to have joined already to create a new one. He'd done a lot of pacing, and it was a good thing that there were elves that needed the head space in the chamber because he was certainly the tallest creature that had been there shy of the dragons themselves. "This certainly won't work well... as we are," he said, and T'hörel appraised that idea as well as the man. She knew he meant because he was currently human. "You are not a shaper," she said, having carefully assessed his aura. He chuckled and glanced away. "Oh, absolutely not, I'm dreadful at it, really." He then paused, sensing T'hörel's mind giggling and the slight overtone of 'you are fine at it now'. "But... It is hardly out of the question that I could ... arrange something." Even Apogee was a bit confused about that, but then realized, remembered. "Wait," she glanced toward her daughter, "I remember how they..." Had Ainea been there too she would have supplied the missing information herself. Keenan aimed a careful thought, containing quite a lot of complex information and memories, toward T'hörel. Carefully avoiding mixing into her spirit, she noticed. Any more than they had, already, anyway. It was mostly second-hand information to him, after all. He'd heard how they'd brewed up a new breeding method using fakeouts, shapeshifting Zekirans, genetic engineering, and clone vat technology. It was actually impressive, all that effort to allow one elf spirit to be born into her world properly at long last. T'hörel sorted through it, filtering odd events and very strange places. "Is that... a human world? How...?" "There are many," he replied, "but yes, the potential for many of their incarnations is limitless." He stretched out that last word, and straightened his tie - something he hadn't done in quite a while, and yes he was wearing a suit and tie which also made him stand out tremendously here. "What may happen on this world of theirs might differ, obviously." "So what are you showing me," she asked, flickering a memory back at him. "And how exactly is this relevant?" "Paragon City, where I have... multiple forms to choose among. And," he added another more familiar to a few of their group, "Carramba High School." "Multiple forms, high schools, I don't ..." T'hörel had been born on the ship, not on a world, he knew that much. This planet of Abode, the World of Two Moons, had been her only true exposure to other cultures and societies, and it was primative at best. Equally as fast, he supplied the information she needed, and since they already had a bond - more than just her magic power might connect them, anyway - she understood both of those things. More than one body that his mind and aura could leap into and out of. And more than that: parts of him that had grown into their own full being. Enough so that they had their own families. Living in complicated realms where so many children existed at the same time (humans bred so fast, so often!) that they could be taught information and skills all at once in big structures, gathering places for humankind - and apparently lots of other breeds, given both of his favored haunts - called 'cities'. She noticed several elves among the 'instructors' that could also be detected in the memories of Apogee and... Starbright. Ainea by name, apparently, had played a very large role in Starbright having a body after hundreds of years existing as merely a spirit. "Intriguing!" T'hörel breathed, growing excited about it. "But do you ... do you have an extra body?" It sounded completely absurd as she said it. She caught the half smirk on his face, "not right now, but I know where I can get one." ** The look in the yellow eyes on his Leggy Blond Conscience suddenly brought a worried crook to Keenan's brows. "Oh, oh no," he chuckled mostly to himself. "I know that look all too well. Tell me when you need me to pay attention." He turned a little to find something to do in the meantime, but then held up a long warning finger and waved it at Melissa. "Don't you dare lick her." T'hörel looked on in confusion, but knew by their connection that this human woman with the volume of honey blond hair and eyes almost the same shade had played an extremely important role in ... well, in her newly Recognized mate's life. He loved her with all his heart, though they were not more than lovemates... or perhaps they'd Recognized numerous times already, they had children. He loved his family so much, but not at the expense of... another one forming. Before she knew it, however, this odd jumpy and all-too-active scientist had popped over to T'hörel's side, and - while staring directly at Keenan - licked her cheek and lips. T'hörel was both confused and amused at it. The Wolfriders or even the cat-blooded elves among the Bald Mountain holt population would 'kiss' in that manner, it was hardly anything new! What was new was that this human woman sent her thoughts clearly, that will do, I can make this for you. Oh! she paused, and was actively moving her tongue around, as if still 'tasting' T'hörel's skin. "You have this power too, sort of, don't you?" Keenan, off in the corner of this lab, slowly turned and watched as his old lover and his new mate animatedly chatted about how flesh could be moved, how genes and their visible features could be made flexible. "She's just another one of you," he muttered, but no one - perhaps not even he - knew whether he meant the elf was like the human, or the other way. Melissa had flesh-shaping magic all her own, but used tools and devices for bigger 'projects' like this. T'hörel after all was quite familiar with technology and machinery, just in a different form and fashion from their long journey in the palace-ship. And she... was a shaper of flesh. Then again so was Rhea, and he prayed to any or all of the Mad Gods of Paragon that she was not going to show up to join in. "We have a plan!" Melissa chittered loudly, and even T'hörel laughed with her. ** That plan was for Melissa to grow 'Yet Another' cloned body for Keenan. However this time, with the bodily tweaks needed to effectively create an elfin one. With the slender frame, three-fingered hands, long wing-like ears. Otherwise they were already remarkably similar. After all, in his deeply-distant past, that of his 'parents', they were of this flesh. They hated that idea, denied it as fervently as they could, until of course he could... Possibly present them with this union as an example. Oh, his Convocation would seethe at that. His grin broadened. He discussed it verbally with T'hörel at length. "But I cannot keep you from your duties, you have so many worlds to protect, vahh," T'hörel spoke the name that she knew, and realized a moment later that perhaps it was hidden like the Wolfriders' soul-names? No - no, she'd actually heard Melissa blurt it out along with a tirade of not-quite-elf words, a language that he'd mentioned was 'Vort'. "That is why we have other means to reproduce minds," he commented, flickered his turquoise eyes between the elf and the human, and said her own name, her true born name aloud, "tria, we..." At that breath, that speaking of truth, their Recognition was completed, and Melissa watched the complex dance of their auras with a smile. T'hörel's soft shades of violet and purple, expanding and contracting like a heartbeat, collecting his turquoise and aqua shades as if a plush garment or halo. She had seen her own aura doing this, with him no less. It was a contract, that spoken component. As Mel would frequently speak those words in Vort, zurr chaa-bim gaharra gaka'kih, Nach'lih kallah-vahh; mah'chackt ha-dim. She carried the debt owed to him with pride, eyes-open, knowing the consequences. She spoke it out loud just to make sure he knew it still applied, sometimes. She said nothing just now, however, preferring to watch this interaction. Maybe it was prying, but then maybe neither of them cared who saw them mixing together like that. Lih to lih. Melissa didn't know that the elves had a phrase, "eyes meet eyes". She loved Keenan's eyes. Who wouldn't? But Mel busied herself instead by thinking on the situation from her own experiences. She'd met his kin, didn't care for most of them - they didn't care for him or her, tolerating their presence among them with disdain. Like all of his kind, the Convocation relied on terms and conditions. Formed into solidity, made into the physical. She absently wondered whether they wanted to be purely spirits, purely energy beings, because they didn't like commitment. If they couldn't speak in the realm of the physical, they couldn't be bound to the consequences themselves-- Keenan's unabashed stare was echoed on T'hörel's face, she sensed his astonishment through their bond. "How are you boiling down their entire method of operations for two billion years, in the span of five minutes of daydreaming? It took me millions of years to get even one of them to admit that." He was at a loss for words, which wasn't entirely like him. "No wonder they kept changing the goals before I could reach them. Even they didn't speak their own agreements but I did." Melissa looked smugly on, as she often would, and T'hörel appraised her with a grin. "I can see why he loves you," she admitted. They got to work more in earnest when Keenan opened a doorway to a Vortal construct suitable for it. A similar location to the lab that they were in (they'd stepped through another door to it) which itself was not anywhere near Abode - it was in another dimension, on an Earth that had been ravaged by the Combine. But it was a very functional spot, filled with all the tools and equipment they would ever need. He copied parts of it as requested, he would give them this place to work in peace while he got back to his day jobs. When they were done with the creation and 'growing' of this new body, he'd return. T'hörel stood in the doorway, the threshhold between two realms, and looked like she'd Recognized all over again. "This - is like moving through timespace with the ship," she breathed. It was an immensely old sensation to her, it had been ten thousand years since she'd felt that. "It's a temporary construct, yes," Keenan said. "I suppose that it is similar to the way that you and your people guided their pod." Using their mental energy, but with practical tools such as electricity, doors, lighting, in the meantime. Not all of their people were so gifted with one or another power. Like most of the Pantheon residing now at the Rookery, children with power over fire or air or earth rarely had all of those things at once. T'hörel marveled once more that there were humans in such high concentration that could do any of it. Keenan however explained that this construct would remain nearly-outside of the passage of time, for the duration. "All this, just because our bodies are so very slightly different from one another," T'hörel said quietly, touching his face gently, "it does operate on a very slightly different... frequency, than mine." "We will give this new one the right hum," he assured her. ** T'hörel had taken a long look through Melissa's memories. Both of these women had astoundingly long, and complete, memories. Mel's brain or perhaps her spirit alone was able to tuck away other people's minds or entire realms of thought in her own; truly magical, or as they called it, 'Vortal'. T'hörel's was more conventional, but well-organized, strong in ways that most others of her kind lacked. As they worked, they 'browsed the Keenan catalog' - Mel had created numerous bodies for him, to replace the one he'd made himself. Even T'hörel admitted - no, he was definitely not a shaper. His first human form was seriously flawed though not overtly - he'd given himself lung cancer by not realizing it wasn't supposed to be there. Mistakes made, erased by this brilliant genetic engineer's work, and replaced with a hardy, self-sustaining form. "Oh," T'hörel said, at looking over one particular half-joking Paragon 'costume'. "I... I like that one." 'That one' became the basis for the newer elfin shape. It would be slightly shorter than his normal, but since T'hörel was effectively human-sized it wouldn't be by much. Ears, fingers, larger eyes, lighter bones. More athletic, though truth be told he was quite the walker-around anyway, even in his original body. The beard was a feature on rare elves, more the Wolf-blooded or other such mixed-breeds on Abode. But T'hörel always had a fondness for the exotic; and, she realized only later, it would serve to keep at least one annoying elfess away for good: Yasheel was growing less and less comfortable with the arrival of the Wolfrider tribe. Let her squirm. T'hörel thought this was quite the handsome new form for his mind to rest in. And about that - eventually he brought them out of the timeless bubble, into another location - where a copy would be made of his memories, specific ones anyway, an imprint on the body that he could ease into. It would still be him, not a brother or a sibling, or even a clone like his first, Wilson; just as much as 'Nachos California' was still him. He had also explained more about their other other incarnations: dimensions existed where he was born mortal, or where their Convocation had perished, or where he was a very different personality. But there were always similarities, and one of them... "It is so odd, though... coincidental, or conditional I suppose, that there are worlds where that name, your name, is also beloved to another of me." He added in a mutter, "no wonder Etan is so annoyed. Triia's existence coincident with mine always seems to break his stride. Any world we both exist, we ... fight about it." He was fairly certain that Etan didn't exist as an elf, however. But even if he did, or even if, under the extraordinarily improbable case that the Combine would arrive to Abode... Their world and their people would have not only a new child in a couple years, but a specific protector of that world. He did at least lay down and seem to sleep for the process, moving his spirit, his Vortessence onto the newly dried and waiting - and fully adult - body. While the clone vats had grown the new body quickly, it was an aching number of hands-of-days for T'hörel. Their need to procreate was growing stronger since they'd established the verbal 'contract', there was a spirit waiting for them to do this act. But it would require that hum, that specific frequency of flesh-and-spirit, to achieve. His own Vortigese name, his title nach'lih kallah-vahh could be understood as imprint of spirit on the flesh. With the memories they had already embedded electronically onto the brain, such as speech and motor skills, he imprinted the rest. His personality, his mannerisms, a chunk of his own energy, his lih, on that body the kallah. Melissa and T'hörel could both see the moment that the spirit embedded itself in that flesh, not like a burrowing creature, but like settling into a comfortable cloak. He would wear it well. The two bodies woke with a long gasp, he always seemed to revel in taking a deep breath ever since that first time. This time though, Melissa just left them alone, or as alone as they could be, given how broadly visible their auras were as they mingled. One version of Keenan also slipped out of the lab, he'd wait for his twin to complete this genetic duty before sitting down and talking. He'd been given this treatment himself at least once before, too; a fresh body, an eager woman, energy to spare. This time, the energy between T'hörel and himself had already produced a new life in the form of a tiny pinpoint of teal-shrouded purple. One which Melissa knew would need a 'home'... She laced her fingers into 'her' Keenan's. They remembered, they knew how hard it could be if there was no body to anchor this spirit to - like Apogee's daughter Starbright, like their own 'alternate pair from other dimensions' Ruby. But this time it was not an issue: their Recognition was fulfilled, producing just the right combination of flesh and spirit. In another two years, there would be a family - for the time being, "you need a name others may speak, vahh," T'hörel whispered, and the bearded elf Keenan chuckled the same as the human did. |
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