Nobrin and the Dreamweaver
Write about a tale surrounding a mythological creature in your world.
Across the central regions of Marivar many tales are told of the Dreamweaver, of which the tale of Nobrin and the Dreamweaver is perhaps the best known. It isn’t the most outlandish, or fascinating but with Nobrin’s vision a foundation point for the Marivan Empire it is a tale that is part of the empire’s popular history.
The following night the dreamweaver's song continued to help the young man’s mind retain the inspiration passing through it and that night, for the first time in his life, he began to dream. Puzzled by these visions and not knowing their meaning this day he achieved little and was as unsure of what do do as he had been sure the day before.
On the third night the dream weaver returned to sing its low song once again and if his mind had been as a desert: arid and unable to retain the rain that fell on it it was now as lush and fertile as the The Vale of Arabour. This time Nobrin dreamed his vision of an empire uniting the lands of the Harren watershed that would thrive in peace rather than wasting its strength in petty squabbling. As dawn came his vision faded to be replaced by the image of a young woman in a red cloak sitting on his window sill. They spoke for a while of the dreams he had had and the work she had done those past nights to let the gods’ inspiration pool in his mind to fuel those dreams. When Nobrin asked if they had been a vision of the future or just a passing fancy, the dream faded and he woke to find a large black bird with red wings sat where the woman had been. It cawed like a crow, which to Nobrin carried a meaning of “who knows”. On this third day he knew not just what needed doing that day but how to make that day's deeds work towards his vision of the future.
When Nobrin asked of such birds, none could tell him what they were until he asked a trader from the forests of Nash-din Hills who told him a little of the lore on the dreamweaver and which inspired him to pursue that dream. And while the empire he imagined came to pass it was never his to rule, and while he continued to dream it was never again with the intensity of the night when he met the dream weaver.
The Tale of Nobrin and the Dreamweaver
As a young man few would have called Nobrin a dreamer - a practical lad with his head screwed on the right way. One night as he slept a passing dreamweaver perched on his window sill and listened in on his thoughts. All night it sat there seeing the inspiration that sleeted through the young mans mind but, like rain upon sand, drained away leaving not a trace. The following night the dreamweaver returned and began to work on Nobrin, sitting on the window sill and singing its low song. Gradually the inspiration began to settle and when he woke at dawn he found himself knowing not merely what he had to do that day, but what he wanted to do and how to achieve those things.The following night the dreamweaver's song continued to help the young man’s mind retain the inspiration passing through it and that night, for the first time in his life, he began to dream. Puzzled by these visions and not knowing their meaning this day he achieved little and was as unsure of what do do as he had been sure the day before.
On the third night the dream weaver returned to sing its low song once again and if his mind had been as a desert: arid and unable to retain the rain that fell on it it was now as lush and fertile as the The Vale of Arabour. This time Nobrin dreamed his vision of an empire uniting the lands of the Harren watershed that would thrive in peace rather than wasting its strength in petty squabbling. As dawn came his vision faded to be replaced by the image of a young woman in a red cloak sitting on his window sill. They spoke for a while of the dreams he had had and the work she had done those past nights to let the gods’ inspiration pool in his mind to fuel those dreams. When Nobrin asked if they had been a vision of the future or just a passing fancy, the dream faded and he woke to find a large black bird with red wings sat where the woman had been. It cawed like a crow, which to Nobrin carried a meaning of “who knows”. On this third day he knew not just what needed doing that day but how to make that day's deeds work towards his vision of the future.
When Nobrin asked of such birds, none could tell him what they were until he asked a trader from the forests of Nash-din Hills who told him a little of the lore on the dreamweaver and which inspired him to pursue that dream. And while the empire he imagined came to pass it was never his to rule, and while he continued to dream it was never again with the intensity of the night when he met the dream weaver.
What is a Dreamweaver
Dreamweavers are reputed to be the agents by which the gods bring inspiration to mortals through the medium of dreams. They are represented as large birds, similar to crows or ravens, but with red wings. Some say that the redness of the wings represents the degree of the dreamweaver and that crows and ravens are the most mundane of the sort. For this reason many of the people of Marivar hold corvids in general to have a supernatural link to the gods.The Dreamweaver is reputed to work its magic (or whatever) through its song - like any corvid it will croak and caw but unlike them it also has a song - far lower in tone than most birds and this is reputed to work on the soul of the listener to help them retain the particles of inspiration that sleet through the worlds and inspire the mortal races to immortal deeds (or at least deeds far beyond their mortal spans).
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