Pelane Storyweaver Elanamune (Pel-ane Elan-a-moon)
Storyteller & Former Shaman Pelane Storyweaver Elanamune
Her voice tends to draw people to her, from the Cradle, from beyond our plains, from everywhere that has ever heard one of her stories, the glass of the records hindering her magical tone very little. Many say that she is heavily blessed by the divine, that her angelic voice should be heard the continent over, her youth put on display as she travels, but once they see her, they realize their mistake.A pile of twisted and matted yarn sits at the feet of an old woman, her voice ringing out in quiet song as she pulls apart the snares and snarls before returning to her knitting, the beginnings of a blanket layered in her lap. She sings the songs she used to hear the farmers sing out in the fields, of rain and healthy soil, of bushels harvested and hung. Her voice never wavers over the harsher words of Giant that her people rarely sung, but she didn't mind them as she sat alone with her work. Eventually, the children would come by to visit her, waiting by her open window after their parents had finished with them for the day. With work and schooling finished, the younglings could finally come to listen to the words of Miss Pelane, of stories that their parents had stopped telling because they couldn't do it just right, not like the old woman who lived on the edge of the village. Miss Pelane regales them with stories for hours until the sunset moments call everyone home and she returns to her knitting. It is these moments that bring the biggest smiles and tug the heartstrings, these moments that she is still the Storyweaver. Pelane Elanamune has many stories to tell, those she shares with the children, those she has put her voice to over the years, but none bring such sadness that her own does. Known as the Storyweaver, the woman with the angelic voice, her story did not start out on a path to greatness. But much like every story with a grand ending, the protagonist finds their strength, or her case, their voice, and continues on the path to the ending. Even though her story is full of trials and tribulations, this old woman who lives on the edge of the village and spends her days singing and telling stories for the children, was once one of the most well-known Storytellers to have ever lived in the land of Isekai.
Story Telling of Olden Rarities of Yesteryear
Even when tragedy befell me, I never lost the stories that I had fallen in love with. The stories of the Clay Giants are full of heart and overcoming difficulties. Nothing ever said I had to settle with the story I seemed to have been given.With her future of joining the work in the fields or on the plains dashed, Pelane turned to the stories that she had studied and heard to bring joy into her painful days. Long after her accident, the pain rarely faded, phantoms shocks running through a physique that was not used to such levels of trauma. She copied the songs sung from the fields, adding her voice from the chair she often sat in near the window of her parents' home. When the singing turned to storytelling, she repeated the stories, practicing the inflections and tonations that the Storytellers of the Clay Giants excelled at. Her life became the stories that floated in through the window, copying and practicing until her voice rang clear with courage and pride in her abilities. One such afternoon of practice, Mokan Dawnleader Elananathi, a young member of STORY, heard her voice carry through the village on the wind as he stopped in his travels to the Human Empire. The voice he heard carried weight and a tone that caught everyone's attention that walked past the open window. As he traveled closer to her, he heard the words of the famed story, the Legend of the White Tatanka, a story known by all of their people, but never told with such spirit. Their interaction would cause Mokan to ask her to join STORY as one of the many performing Storytellers of Storybrook, an honor that teenage Pelane eagerly accepted.
Cradle of Clay
Becoming the Storyweaver
Story Telling of Olden Rarities of Yesteryear
Beyond the Cradle
Those that visit the archives never understand when I refer to her as an old friend. The voice does not age like the body. Those that hear her voice expect a young woman, not the elder that awaits them.Pelane's return to the world of storytelling was called a grand success. Over the years, she had gained little interest from outside the Cradle of Clay, but as she began recording the stories of other races, more people learned of her and wished for her to travel and tell her stories. By this time, age had made travel quite impossible, but few believed that the voice they had grown used to hearing on the recordings was that of an old woman. Many traveled to the Cradle of Clay to seek out the Storyweaver. Most refused to believe those in the village when they were pointed to a simple house on the edge where an elderly woman sat with her knitting. She sang to the children that sat around her, telling stories, giving advice. But as those from outside the Cradle sat and listened, they began to realize the truth of the Storyweaver.