After years of wondering how to make my own fonts (but never really getting around to it) I at last put in some time and found
"MyScriptFont" - and it worked! Today I am as giddy as can be and am proud to give the first glimpse of how a text would look written in the Midland Alphabet (also the one which most of the Keepers use). It still needs a bit of work, but below is the Legend of the Tellerassar's Cry in the script. (Below the picture is the legend. It
can also be read over here, with some of the other legends over
here and
here.)
Epic nerdy goodness!
Why the Tellerassar’s
Cry is so Mournful
It all happened on the day
on which Ikaira, fleeing the Kingdom of Guldargan with his people, was trapped
in a gorge near the Great River, which flows across the breadth of the Midlands
of Airthai. A clear river flowed from crevices at the far end of the gorge, the
water cutting deep into the light coloured rock as it rushed towards the Great
River. Ikaira realized that there was no way for his followers to escape and
that they would all surely perish at the hand of King Markus’ soldiers who were
by this time driven mad with bloodlust for their hunted quarry. He called out
to the Creator, begging him to save his people from Markus’ wrath.
They watched with horror as
the soldiers approached, and some of Ikaira’s followers tried to climb up the
steep sides of the gorge, but all slid on smooth boulders or loose rocks and
fell to the bottom with horrible cries. Again Ikaira prayed and begged, joined
by his people, for they saw their deaths approach.
Even as they pushed the
women and children to the back of the group a mist began to form around them.
The strange mist rose from the deep waters, becoming thicker and thicker as it
rose until the group was hidden from sight. Each of Ikaira’s followers felt a
strangeness overcome them as their bodies changed and moulded to the forms of
eagles.
Ikaira and his followers
beat their wings and soared into the sky. But the archers among the soldiers of
Markus nocked their barbed arrows and shot a volley towards the mist and, when
the eagles rose above the mist, another volley was ordered.
Only six of Ikaira’s
followers were hit, but among them was Alaila – the young woman Ikaira dearly
loved and to whom he was engaged. With a shriek she fell from the sky, turning
back into her human form. Ikaira saw her blue-clothed form disappear into the fog
above the river.
Driven back from the river
by the soldier’s arrows, Ikaira’s followers headed north at the command of his
call – the language that they all could now understand. But Ikaira stayed
behind, landing on a tree on the edge of the cliff, his heart broken in
countless pieces and unable to understand why he had been saved and Alaila had
not. When his breast could contain the grief no longer, he threw his head back
and shouted her name to the heavens even as his voice was wrecked with sobs. This
mournful call became the cry of all Tellerassar.
And to this day the
Tellerassar’s cry as it flies above rivers and lakes haunts all those who hear
it. It is even said by some that Ikaira still lives on in a ghostly form,
always returning to the gorge and the river where Alaila perished, still seeker
his love. Only when he at last finds her would his soul finally be at rest.
