"Poikaer tula a' amin."

Then.. the song.

Intertwining its way into the very material of its being came the song. Voices pure and bright sang of light, freedom, and love.

"It" was uplifted and carried on the waves of the song.

The voices sang of balance and the defense of the Way.

The spirit rose and "It" accepted the task,

Nim'Alkar was forged.

Given the task of defending the balance, she transmitted her presence with song. A humming and vibration that could be heard or felt when those pure of spirit held her in their hands.

Kingdoms rose, kingdoms fell.
New life given, balance restored, spirits revitalized.

Nim'Alkar was there.

Into the lives of those that wielded her, she brought blessings and unsullied guidance; gently weaving her way into their hearts.
When all else failed, she would take control, retreating into restful slumber only when her duty was done.

The time of darkness came, when elf fought elf.

Together they worked, and the balance was again reinstated. The dark retreated and left them alone.

Held as a treasure, she was passed down from mother to daughter.

In time her story was forgotten.

Eons passed, and once again Nim'Alkar began to sing.

She sang her song of balance and light to one small warrior maiden.

Thus it came to pass that while sitting the Silver Arrow one night, Veil turned to the other patrons and said,
"Do you hear a noise?"