Hurahan Marr

[Hurahan Marr]

Hurahan Ven'dair'keth Seng Marr

(In progress)

"It was poetic angst, but he was a brilliant pupil, quite brilliant. He had an astonishing appetite, voracious, for learning. He would sit, right there, in that chair behind you and bandy the strengths and weaknesses of Philosophers new-penned Ideologies. He would nearly always be right." - Harron Greyfeer. Savant-Seer-Teach at the (now closed) Grendemar School of Higher Learning. Eth'Gantor.


"He was forever in worlds of his making, you could see it. He would glaze over in the eyes mid-conversation, something you would say could trigger his thoughts, a word, a sentence, and you would be left with two choices - either sit there and wait for him to return from his imaginings or leave.
I never left, never could, his outwardly spoken musings during these moments would captivate me. I felt chained." - Della'anna Doompea, ex Lover.

"He was a flouncey, faggot, one of those smarta*s pointy-ears you get mincing round 'ere from time to time. All high brow and boring." - Unknown, Libertas Bay.

"I recall one time, he spoke to me of a recurring dream which I could see had birthed an incredible affect upon him. Here, I wrote it down... incredible...

He said it was of a City, or three cities in one to be exact. That it was on a coast far from here, one City was shaped from clear insect wings and solidifed feathers. He said it protruded out from a cliff-face to soar out over the ocean, there were Air vessels, sleek and smooth - this part of the City was Turillos, home of the Cult of the Aspirant Feather. He said Dracons, Elves and Fae were the only beings to be found there.

Below Turillos, in a man made Crater was Murdrung, the City of the Burning Scale. Giants, Dwarves, Gnomes, Orc and Men only, he said. In Murdrung, there were the Tecnomarvalla - creators of living metal. Large heavy and shiny creations that could grind and drill rock.

Finally, out into the ocean, not far at all, 500 paces at most from the shore, over a short causeway laced with countless pearls, facing both Murdrung and the crowning Turillos, was towering twisting Ghoreal - City of the Thëlyri Elves, of Shell Spires, wondrous fragile architecture, swirls of colour, from lilac and pink to pastel sky blue. Home to the Cult of the Living Water and a family, a Royal family of Sea Elves.

Ahhh... I remember when he told me of this, I was amazed by his belief that it existed. How exciting, I thought.

The City had a name, collectively, the City was called Sarekka, he told me. That to know of the City is to know of how it came to be created. The Race of the Races.

A Dracon.
A Gnome.
A Thëlyri Elf.

Three of them, just three, mighty in their respective racial aspects. Companions, that they had reached the sea on the other side meant that there was nowhere else to go. So, being the competitive type they forged a idea. To see which one could build the better home.

The City was born and grew from there, he said...

All this from one dream. I thought he was mad.

He told me he'd die there." - Gara Gol'Garoc. Old friend.

"It is wise, when considering the planes of a God, that the plane itself must also be considered Godly." - Sarkoza the Unknown