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Children of the Ammane

The Ammanene are the children and descendants of mortal Ammanders and the Ammane, Powers that grew with and watched over the old forests of the Ammand. The last of the Ammane died with their forests during the Expansion of the Greater Power, but the Ammanene survived, their heritage scattered and cities destroyed. As the wizardry of the Ammand faded the Ammanene waned still further; the last of these noble folk crossed the Unending Sea to the Vanished Isles and further, stranger destinations - such as the Enclave.

Even the least of the Ammanene are gifted, or cursed as some say, with great empathy and understanding. A little of the power of the Ammane flows in their veins, even now with the passage of time and generations. The greatest of the Shining Ammanene of old glowed with beauty, able to halt an army with a gesture and move the most hardened of men to tears with a smile and a single word.

[ Posted by Reason on December 26, 2004 | Permanent Link ]

The Unbearable Weight of Memory

To be mortal is not so much to age and die as it is to forget, to consign great swathes of our lives to nothingness. To forget is the very basis of change and the vigor with which we grasp at each new dawn. Yet who was it who lived your childhood if you yourself recall so little? You would know as much of the early years of your closest friends, told to you in confidence. Who would you be if the child you once were never faded with the passage of seasons? If the young man and all his dreams still walked with you in later life? Who would you be if you could not put aside sorrow, delight, horror, mourning and the death of love?

The ageless Ammanene remember all. Every word, every tragedy, every death, every moment of heartbreak and sorrow. The ageless folk are courteous, thoughtful, kind - respect for mortals leads the Ammanene to play the role desired of them. Yet the generations weigh upon the children of the Ammane. Sadness seeps from their eyes, from the gentle smiles they bestow on petitioners at the Watch of Trees. The wisdom of the Ammanene is the wisdom of a spearman, rent and torn, denied the release of death, yet placed as host at an endless gathering of nobles and manners.

Why then surprise at the retreat of the Ammanene? Why then surprise when whispered words or a simple smile can bring mortals to their knees? Every gesture, each ageless thought, has welled up through greater anguish, joy, suffering and experience than was ever had by mortal Ammander.

[ Posted by Reason on March 15, 2005 | Permanent Link ]