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Lull, Spirit of Air
Ned_Lud
I am Lull, spirit of air. My singing drifts freely in the wind and my whispers stir in the silence, rustling like leaves in the treetops. My lithe figure has been caged and withered and my soul all but broken, but my song remains the same.::      I was capture as a young elven girl and forced into the vile service of a band of hedge knights, mostly human. These dreadful men kept me in a wooden cage, hanging me from the highest treetop. During the night, they would drag me out, used, abused and beaten. During the day, I would simply rock, cradled in my prison, singing exhausted melodies to the birds. These creatures of the air became my comfort and my solace.::      Years passed as my sanity dwindled. My body was too weak to resist and my mind too weak to care. I sang a final song to the birds, asking them to release me. They pecked and clawed until at last I wriggled free. The fall was deep but there was simply no other way. My song carried me as I plunged downward towards the ground, towards freedom.::      Ned Lud'Gorkil has called upon my spirit and I have answered, my words transcribed in this book through his own enchanted hand. There is a fortitude in the warrior, silent as the breeze yet strong as a raging stormwind. I will carry him down this windswept road, holding him high as his enemies fall like leaves to the wind.::      I may be called upon by birdsong or by throwing leaves into the wind. Feathers worn on the body and clothing or applied to weapons will give my blessing in times of persecution or combat. Windy days are the time for meditation and prayer. I take pleasure in these things.