As my travels brought me along the Vupag mountains I found myself lacking for the climb needed to reach my companions waiting for me at the source of the river in the Sevuht region. While most of my life had been lived as of one of scholarly pursuits I did pride myself in being slightly more fit than my colleagues. Still, this was a treacherous climb, one for which I was poorly prepared.
As my breath started to feel heavy and my vision was growing blurrier by the second a deep low rumbling voice lulled me in my exhaustion with a melody filled with hope and sorrow. When I came to I was rescued, a dashing orc by the name of Gritikt carried me to their home in the mountains where they live a secluded life of farming and animal husbandry. I took advantage of their hospitality to recover strength, earning my keep by having the most interesting cultural exchanges I ever had.
I taught them the ways of the world, as they had been disinterested in them for quite some time, and they taught me the same melody I heard as I was passing out.
As their ancestors taught him via unspecified means this was a song composed by the first elves as their Fay masters vanished some millennia ago. Gritikt didn't really know what those words meant so they couldn't give me a proper translation, but the similarities with our more "Fay-inclined" words in the Kuvow language made me wonder how evolved and complex was actually the original language spoken by the Fay before it got integrated with the languages of humanoids.
This was my first time encountering such a complete and developed "text" in ancient Fay and that got me interested in uncovering what I could in other local folklore and passed down legends about the Fay in these regions.
The song went something like this:
