Ame, Abby and Airy took time to study the Tree found within the temple, Airy, the cute little fae among them was tasked to write down all she could. There were 'scrolls' carved into the tree of many of the memories and thoughts of those that had passed and given over their souls to Gaea, shes managed to translate just a few and these are just a few she has managed;
Aornith
Priest of Gaea, 10th year of our Ladies First celebration;
I have been a priest of Gaea for 10 years, since the beginning. I saw the first elves appear for trade only 8 months after the city was first formed. Priest to Dandrel Lord of Dethsiris, our great City. It will be great one day.
The shinning stores of gems we came across were a wonder until the mephos Malidra found took all our spare time. The creatures seem quite taken with them, often found crooning to their glory. She claims they told her that is what they are. Its possible for out of all us, Malidra was once a druid. Though we are often laughing at her.
We've set up a trade route and our first great Temple is being built. It shall reach high into the clouds and be remembered for the Ages in her Name.
My son is born! The King has promised he'll make him an heir if he has no son of his own.
I've grown sick, I can feel it invading my bones, wasting my life away before my eyes. The Healers claim its a sickness they cannot heal for it is one that eats away at the body and spreads. I've come to our newly created Temple to write of my last wishes and hope the Ritual we put in place for the Lawdris tree holds true as our Lady spoke to us.
Kadenth
Priest of Gaea
With our Ritual complete, the Tree has finally begun accepting our souls and our memories and is capable of using both in times of need to ease our own passing. We must give to the Tree that which was once us, our lives, our memories and our soul upon completion of our lives.
I'm very old now, I came here when the City was first being created and was hooked to worshipping soon after. I've served my time but because of the fall I took I realize my life will soon wane. I've lived long and happy and won't regret giving my soul to the Tree to keep.
I have had two beautiful daughters and lost my wife to a previous famine. I loved her dearly. They've moved on to marry very well here and I have few regrets, I will pass along the ritual of how we wove the Tree into our reality.
It was six of us, for four days and three nights we hungered, we thirst, we went without sleep, our prayers to the Mother, our Goddess, were in tune with all. We gave her small birds and several newly hatched mephos to have raised here at the Temple in sacrifice to our own souls. ~De tou lar besh. De tou lar floues. De tou lar mahtre`. ~ is our chant we repeat. Our life is the Tree. Our life is forever. Our life is Mothers. When the days are over, we each squeeze our blood into a cup and pour it into the waters to carry to the roots of the tree. Our mother then comes to us, Scoops us from our Mortal coil of life and takes us into her arms. We are bonded there after to her Tree.