Topic: The Legend of Ashinabe, the Northwind, and the Giant Eagle.

Diritas Ashin

Date: 2013-06-14 23:02 EST
(((OOC:: This is the story of a beautiful woman, who long ago fell in love with a powerful spirit and became a legend through her love. It is open knowledge, though probably few have ever heard it, and is all about Di's mother. I was inspired by a native American myth, though I have taken pains to change much there are still strong similarities if you look for them.)))

There once was a great warrior-king in a kingdom by the sea far to the east and far to the north. He ruled for many years with a strong hand and gentle heart, he was much loved by his people and greatly feared by his enemies. One day, he was visited by a beautiful peasant woman who came to him pleading for sanctuary, for she had lost everything in a terrible storm and winter was soon coming. He had mercy on the poor woman, and soon they fell in love. Not another year passed before the great king was given a beautiful daughter, but at a terrible price, for his beloved wife and queen died during the birth. He named his daughter Ashinabe, and he loved her all the more for she was all he had left of his wife. As she grew the king trained Ashinabe in the arts of war and magic so she would be strong, for her people would depend on her.

Soon Ashinabe was of marrying age, and the king sent out a message to the kingdoms of the world that they should send the strongest of their sons to come and try to win her hand. Being a wise king, he left the choice of suitor to Ashinabe and he waited to see who could win the heart of his beloved daughter. Strong and handsome young men came from all over to try to win her hand, but none could impress Ashinabe, who was as strong as they were and far more beautiful. So the king sent out another message, for the kingdoms of the world to send their brightest and most powerful young mages to try and win her hand. Again, young and handsome mages came from all over, some were very powerful indeed. But Ashinabe could best them all, and found that she was brighter still with every conversation she had.

She soon began to lose hope that any could truly be the king her husband must be, and so she took long walks along the shores of the kingdom. It was on one of these walks that she met a man who stood just inside the waves upon the shore. He was dressed all in white with brilliant blue eyes and though he had white hair, he was young and handsome. Ashinabe walked right up to him and introduced herself, for she knew almost everyone in her kingdom and she had never met this man before. He told her that he was here to win the heart of a beautiful and strong princess, and that he would like to know where she is. Ashinabe was quite taken with his strange looks but did not know if this young man was bright enough or strong enough to be the king she needed so she did not tell him that she was the princess.

Instead she told him that if he could best her in body and mind that she would tell him where the princess could be found. The young man agreed and so it was that they contested for three days in a battle of strength, though the young man only matched her strength and never tried to hurt her. At the end of the third day Ashinabe was very tired and could not continue the fight, but the young man was not tired at all and graciously asked her if she would yield. She did, and in doing so the young man had bested her in body. Ashinabe told him that she must rest, and in three days time she would return here for them to begin the battle of the mind.

After three days Ashinabe came to the beach once more, and found the young man waiting for her there in the waves as she had first seen him. She was again struck by how handsome he was, and now that she knew he was strong, thought that maybe he could be the king she needed and as she thought this she felt her heart flutter a bit. She came over to him and the young man turned and the battle began. They used powerful magic and struggled mightily within their minds and spirits each to overcome the other, though Ashinabe noticed that he never hurt her and only matched her power as they opposed each other. After another three days, Ashinabe was far too weary for her to continue and again the young man graciously asked her if she would yield. She did, and in doing so the young man had bested her in mind.

Ashinabe knew now that this young man could be strong and bright enough to be the king she and her kingdom needed, and in their battle she had come to love him. She said to the young man that she was in fact the princess, and that if he wished he could have her. The young man smiled and told her that he was in fact the spirit of the Northwind, and that he had loved her since she had first stepped upon the balcony and felt her first breeze kiss her forehead. He told her that he had known she would be born, and had destroyed her mother's home, knowing her father would fall in love with her mother when she came to him for mercy. And so it came to pass that Ashinabe married the spirit of the Northwind.

But all was not well forever, and soon the Northwind had to return to the skies so that the winds would continue to blow and nature would keep its balance. Ashinabe was beset by grief for many moons and was inconsolable except when she felt the breeze upon her skin and knew that her love was with her. One day as she walked along the shore, a breeze blew across her skin and she looked to the oceans to see a water sprite playing in the waves close to shore. Ashinabe was clever, and knew that the spirit would know how she could rejoin her lost love. So she went to the sprite and said that she could show the sprite a wonderful wave that never went away, of course water sprites love waves and so was very interested. But water sprites could not leave the water for without it they could not move, so Ashinabe cupped her hands and carried the sprite to a small puddle among the tidal rocks on the shore. There she let the sprite go, for it was now trapped. She told the sprite she would return it to the ocean if it told her how she could join the Northwind once more.

The sprite refused at first but as time wore on it became restless, as all sprites do when trapped, and told her that there was a Giant Eagle far to the north whose wings could carry her on the winds wherever she wanted to go. Ashinabe knew of this eagle, for it had plagued her kingdom for many generations and resolved right then and there that she would slay the beast, for at the very least it would be a service to her kingdom. She released the sprite and went to her father straightaway. By now the king was very worried about his daughter, and had come to miss seeing her as happy as the Northwind had made her. So he gave her his blessing, and gave her a jade and silver sword to protect her on her journey.

For many days and nights she walked with the guidance of the breeze and was always on the lookout for the shadow of the Eagle. Finally, after many miles and many days, she saw the shadow of the Giant Eagle as it flew over the forest she was travelling in. Ashinabe hid and watched as the eagle flew high over the treetops and swooped down, picking up a deer in each talon and eating it there in the air before swooping down again and catching a fish bigger than any horse she had ever seen. Then she watched as the Eagle flew away and landed high in the clouds on top of a mountain with steep rocky sides. So Ashinabe set out for the mountain, for that must be where the Eagle had its nest.

After a day of walking she came to the foot of the mountain, but there was no way up. The wind could not help her climb the sides and there was no path for her to walk. She searched around and saw deep in the stone that the spirit of the mountain slept, and this gave her an idea. She breathed deep and asked the wind to give her breath as she yelled long and loud for the mountain spirit to wake. Ashinabe screamed so loud that the trees shook and the birds flew away and the animals hid in their burrows, but still the mountain did not stir. Again she drew in her breath, this time pleading more with the wind to make her voice heard deep in the stone. The wind heard her and as she screamed a whirlwind came forth from her mouth, carrying with it all her voice and power. Ashinabe screamed so loud the trees were torn from their roots, the animals were ripped from their burrows, the birds were thrown from the skies, and the mountain shook. Her voice carried deep within the mountain to where the spirit slept, waking and angering him thoroughly so that he tossed the ground beneath Ashinabe so hard that she flew to the very top where she would be trapped. Then the mountain spirit slept once more, and Ashinabe stood high in the clouds atop the mountain where the Giant Eagle had made a nest of stone.

The Eagle had known she was coming, for he had heard her cries down below, and was waiting for Ashinabe as she stood. There was a great battle between the two, the talons of the eagle razor sharp and its beak hard as steel. Its wings beat with such fury there was a great wind that only gave Ashinabe strength, for she knew her Northwind would aid her. Finally the Giant Eagle swooped down at her and meant to catch her up and drop her from the mountain, but Ashinabe was clever and used her sword to cut off the Eagle's feet instead. The Eagle fell when it tried to land and peck at Ashinabe, and so when it did she cut off its head.

Having slain the Giant Eagle she sat and called on the Northwind, her great love, and when she knew he was on his way, she crawled inside the eagle and brought its heart into her own. When she crawled out of its body she grew its wings and knew she could fly. The Northwind came and saw what she had done and was overcome with joy and sadness at the same time. For now she could fly with him and their love could be forever, but now she must also take the place of the eagle whose spirit kept watch over the skies and protected all beneath them.

So it was that Ashinabe gained the power of the whirlwind, and the wings of the eagle, and whose spirit keeps watch over all nature under the skies. She still flies with her love, high in the skies where she keeps watch and sometimes lets her children loose on the world where she and the Northwind can keep watch. Legend says that she waits for a child of her lineage to prove themselves worthy for her to bestow the wings of the Giant Eagle and the great power of the Whirlwind upon them.

Diritas Ashin

Date: 2013-06-14 23:16 EST
(((OOC: This is the story of one of Ashinabe's many children, some of whom accomplished great deeds and distinguished themselves in many nations where the wind blows. This story is of a young man, one of her many descendants. It is the beginnings of how he came into the world, and how he was given his name.)))

The ship had set sail from a burning port the night before and though there had been peaceful seas on their flight away, a red sky had greeted them at dawn. The sailors all knew the old rhyme, red sky at night a sailors delight, red sky in morning a sailors warning. The captain ordered every hand to batten down, tighten up, pray, and otherwise ready themselves for the coming storm. The crew did so, each hand working together in preparation for a storm they thought would be like many others they had weathered. They couldn't have been more wrong, and soon after they knew it.

The storm appeared on the horizon to the north, an angry mass of lightning and thunder, mountainous clouds dark as the moonless skies spitting winds as violent as the blasts of a cannon and whipping waves that dwarfed the ship. The men had never seen such a display of nature's fury, but the captain was a determined man who knew what lay behind them was just as terrible and ordered that they hold course, and head to the heart of the storm where he hoped the waters would be calmer. They fought through the terrible storm as men were thrown from the deck by waves that hit the ship like landslides, winds that shredded their sails and ripped at their clothing. They fought for their lives against the monster storm that blotted out the sun, leaving them in darkness as thick as night. Lightning struck the decks as thunder shook the waves and the crew still fought on through the rain and all else the sea could throw at them...

Finally, after hours of this chaos, the ship broke into the heart of the storm where there were calm waters and the waves died down in the eye which was almost a clearing of calm seas, surrounded by the madness of the storm. The crew all rejoiced, and their captain smiled a little smile knowing that no other ships were fool enough to follow them, they would be safe. As they gathered to cheer for their captain something incredible happened. Wind began to blow, slightly at first so that they barely noticed it until it grew so strong that the ship began to move with it. It didn't blow as the crosswinds had blown in the rest of the storm, but instead blew around the circle of the eye, closing in slowly, until it began to spin the ship.

The captain ordered the crew below decks and told them to pray for the spirits to have mercy on them, he knew this was no natural storm. He kneeled on the deck, alone against the unnatural cyclone growing around his ship. He strapped himself to the mast, and called out to the winds to spare his ship and let them wait out the storm there in the eye. He called out to be forgiven for trespassing on the sanctity of the storm's eye. By then the cyclone had grown fierce and was nearly upon the ship, which was spinning so fast the captain had to hold tight to his bindings just to stay aboard. As the cyclone closed in ever more it finally came onto the ship, it passed over the captain and centered on the bow. As the ship slowly stopped rotating the cyclone never moved from that one spot, and the captain watched in awe as a pair of figures appeared within.

One was a tall man as pale as the snow and ice far to the north, the other a woman slightly shorter and with feathered wings like a gigantic eagle. They stood in the center of the whirlwind as if the tearing currents did not bother them in the slightest, and as he watched they embraced before the man disappeared altogether. He had heard the legends of the spirits who ruled the seas and skies he called his home for his entire life, and knew the man to be the spirit of the Northwind. If the man had been the spirit of the Northwind, then the winged woman in the whirlwind had to be his legendary lover, Ashinabe. The woman he knew to be the guardian spirit of nature wrapped her wings around herself within the cyclone, and bent down to the deck. The captain watched as she stood, a small bundle lying on the deck at her feet, then Ashinabe looked to him and he saw tears streaming from her face through the wind. She spoke not a word, but the captain knew the bundle would be a precious gift his to care for until such a time as she visited again. With that message passed on, Ashinabe who was the guardian spirit of all of nature under the skies and who wielded the power of the whirlwind disappeared from the deck of his ship.

The captain unbound himself and strode across the now calm deck, the wind having died with Ashinabe's departure. The bundle lay where she had left it, a wrapping of cloth that looked as if it had been spun from the clouds themselves. He lifted the heavenly fabric and unwrapped the topmost layer, within was a child. He was brown haired and blue eyed and for all appearances seemed to be very normal. Had he not known what had just happened the captain would not think him special by looking at him. He decided that he would do as the spirit commanded him, for surely she would protect her child and if he raised the little one to be strong, he may even gain her favor. Looking down at the innocent face he resolved to raise the child to one day surpass even him, no matter what it took.

As the captain turned to the rest of his ship he rang the bell to signal his crew to return to the decks. As they streamed into the sunlight they assembled before their captain and waited for his orders, none among them commenting on the child in his arms.

"We have a stowaway, gentlemen. It is a child, probably left behind by some unfortunate woman in our last port. He is not to be harmed, from this moment forward he is a member of this crew and under my personal protection. Lay a hand on him and I'll throw you overboard myself!" He bellows "Now back to your stations!" he looks to his first mate and beckoned him over.

"Yes Captain?" he asked.

"Turn us around, I have a feeling the wind will be with us from now on. We strike at the first ship we see no matter how heavily armed. Sharpen the swords, but tell the men we'll use no cannons. Our pursuit should carry enough supplies to make up for being chased from that wretched city by the damned Royal Navy and call me ambitious, but I'd like to be an Admiral before the sun sets" The Captain grinned a cold grin. His crew was among the most ruthless to have pirated these waters in generations, and he knew they would relish the challenge he had just presented them.

This child would be the key to his new kingdom, and he would raise him as a prince among pirates. But he would need a name, he held the child up to the sun and decided he would be fierce, cruel, disaster and misfortune upon those who dared challenge him.

"Diritas. Your name is Diritas."