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Plotweaver Lore: Haranu The Weaver
7 years ago
Haranu, the weaver of lands, has always fancied stories.
In the beginning she took the form of a spider, weaving little islands together with strands of life. Haranu was dedicated to her work, but took little time to chance a glance at how her creations turned out. She was curious, and longed to know of what went on throughout the small places she created. It was hard for her to see, as when she created one land, she had to move far away to create another in the world. Everything was always just out of eyesight.
One day as Haranu slept she felt the tiny feet of something clambering across her back. With one shake of her body the creature tumbled down onto her great web that stretched across the skies. It was a little mouse that twisted and turned in the sticky webs begging for its life. Haranu inquired as to why the mouse was so far from home, as she nested high in the stars away from all the lands. The mouse replied that it simply was not content to stay on a little island, and longed for a greater life of adventure.
Initially she was amused with the creature, but Haranu could not help but consider that even the smallest creatures were unsatisfied with her work. She took a moment to consider, leaving the mouse wriggling about in the strings of her webs.
Finally she spoke an offer to the little mouse:
I will make you a great land to explore. In exchange you will live out the greatest life you can. Weave me a story unlike any other, and I will ensure you have the most grand adventure in the world. Fail, and the world around you will crumble. You will never be as you were.
The mouse accepted as they had nothing to lose and were eager to find glory.
Haranu released the mouse from their bindings, and she lowered herself to the deep ocean waters below. The mouse was left a single strand of web from the sky to climb down from, and as they lowered themselves they saw the great spider sink into the waters. Her body turned to land, sprouting trees and fields. Great snow capped mountains formed on her back, and lakes were filled with her tears. She became still, and a new continent was born from her sacrifice.
The mouse would clamber down the strand of web, finally settling on the ground. As the first one there they would name it after the Weaver herself. The little mouse when on one adventure after another, and every adventure would be shared with the Weaver every night. Their adventures grew perilous and exciting and almost as if they were challenged by the land itself. Each one was more rewarding than the last. The mouse would have a family, and the tradition would be passed down throughout the family, and then to strangers who would journey to the land.
Haranu still to this day has a magical aura about it. Anyone who might come there, or has lived there, knows that it is indeed a land that feeds off of stories. If you intend to stay you must feed the now still goddess a wonderful tale. Any who fail to do so face dark, dark consequences.
That's a fascinating tale!