Army of Spoken Tales
Tale of creatures with writing on their faces who steal lying children.
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This is the reason many Tarsikkan peasants are afraid of the Celestials. It is a children's tale to caution against lying about Shadow, but it is also widely beleived as fact by many of the peasantry.

-Dane Calov


The story begins in a small hamlet located very close to a keep of one of the nobles. One child often lamented the fact that there was nothing ever happening in the town. His name was Huin, and he was often trouble to members of the town. He was always underfoot, or stealing tools to try and build some weapon or device, or breaking something that shouldn't be broken. After encounters with Huin, people were often as red in the face as Huin was red in the hair. Huin grew tired of being constantly scolded and told no, so he began to play tricks on members of the town.

Huin would leave tracks around the town that looked like monsters encroaching on the town at night. Huin would steal animals and tie them up in the woods, claiming giant beasts with stooping bones, rending claws, and gnashing teeth. Huin grew more and more detailed in his descriptions, and more and more elaborate in his ruse. He would find animals that had died or kill animals himself and pile their bodies high, carving chunks out of them to look as if monsters were eating them. He would smear himself in blood and run screaming into the town, crying that the monsters were here. Every Time someone rushed to his aid, Huin would fall down laughing and mocking his would be saviors. When people grew wary of his cries for help, he began breaking fences, throwing things at houses and even writing fake magical symbols all across the town. He left messages for the town, describing the coming forces that would be marshaled against them. Powerful sorcerers with dark black robes. Robust warriors with large weapons and runes shining on their armor. The shadows of the townspeople would be compelled to rise against them and force their minds to be swayed. Giant lizards would eat people whole. Horses would be stricken dead and their bones would explode out of their bodies, becoming a skeletal menace.

Even so, despite the ever more elaborate tales, fewer and fewer people believed Huin. Finally, no one listened to him any more. One night, Huin was fast asleep in bed, when he heard tapping against the thick glass of his window. When Huin rubbed his eyes and looked, he saw every being he had every described. Every made up monster and creature he had ever told anyone about, only, they weren't quite like he described them. Across the skin of all of them were letters, looking like beautiful handwritten script. The letters appeared to shimmer, some of them looking gold, some of them silver, others still bronze or copper. Their eyes all glowed red, flickering with menance. The one at the window, appearing to be the general of the army, scaled faced and clawed hands that were holding a sword wreathed in flame, stretched out a hand and grabbed Huin. Huin tried to scream but found himself unable to speak above a whisper. None of the army made any noise. Huin could make out several sacks once he was pulled out of the window. The sacks wriggled and seemed to whisper, and Huin was sure that other children, or perhaps people, were in those sacks. Huin could also make out beings that he had never even dreamed about. Giant snakes with legs and arms and giant fangs. Men made entirely of copper and iron, emitting fire and smoke as they walked about. Still, all of the army was covered in that same handwriting. Huin turned to the general and whispered, "what are you?". The general replied, "what you made us".

Huin was never heard from again, but upon his wall, scribed in gold were the words "I WILL NEVER AGAIN TELL FALSE TALES".

Parents use this as a cautionary tale, adopting the specifics to fit their town or region. Most do not believe that this is a true tale, of course. Still, every so often, that same legend is found carved and gilded in a wall, a child or person in the home missing, and never to be seen again.