A few notes: I am going to assume that most clans/races/people have their own language and there is a common language because of this fact, some creatures, such as the lizard clan and Kobolds have facial structures which would make the formation of certain sounds very difficult. Long distances are also a problem between languages and often variations of the same language will occur.
Also, after 2 hours of comparing and researching I believe Nei would be 18-19 and Roland 24-25, Roland would have had to lived in the Village of the Elves but then left when it was burned during the Gate Rune Wars. Nei however was born in the year or slightly before the wars ended so would have very little or no memory of living there (since she was raised by humans.) Unless they have some sort of telepathic link (like the Ohmu in Naussica) or a special power (which I wouldn't be too surprised considering what else could happen in the world of Suikoden).
Star-Cursed Flight
Prolouge: Nei
There are times that I question who I am. My 'mother' now old and content, told me that when I was very young, too young to remember clearly, She had found me and my mother on the side of the road, she bleeding and I crying (rather loudly, which my mother would often tease me about). My mother had very little to say, and merely given my name and a trinket (or so I suppose) before passing away. My childhood was that of peace, songs, friends, and considerably lacking of Elvin companionship. My 'father' was a Master Bard, a living legend among the community, my 'mother' was a dancer, from them came my love of song and dance. The first actual time I met another Elf was when I was 7 and a traveling group of archers came into our camp. They first addressed me in the Elvin Tongue, but after seeing that I did not know a word of it, addressed me in the common language of trade. After talking to my parents, they left, leaving a wounded comrade who began to slowly teach me the language of my kind. Marvelous and astounding were the words he used for me as I quickly grew skillful in the Elvin tongue, perhaps it was because of the song like quality. A month and a half later he rejoined his group and they left… But one memory always remained in my mind, or yet a dream…
Nadir approached me in his usual way, swinging arms, a loud voice, and something up his sleeve. Being that he reminded me of my Best friend's uncle (though Toppo will deny this very verbally!) it didn't phase me much. I as well loved acting, though not to his extent.
"Dear Nei, I beseech you to help me in this quest. The world is our stage and you, dear, are the one who shall let the world see it!" Did I mention Overdramatic? If I didn't, you can see why most everyone prefers to hide when he suggests something.
"A play?" Shabon questioned, legs swinging off her chair. Nadir nodded (though we all know that is the least of what he did) and then presented the script. It was old, worn, yet the words Romeo and Juliet were engraved on the old leather cover. As I moved to take it, he skillfully changed it to a newly printed copy (Arthur's trademark was at the bottom of the cover. It made me wonder what kind of contract Nadir and Arthur had, since these do take quite a bit of time to write.) It was a love story, beautifully written, taken place in an ancient world which was both similar and different then our own. Juliet was the daughter of one family, Romeo the son of the other. Each family bore a grudge against one another.
'Almost seems like the grasslands and Zexen conflict.' Nei giggled softly as she flipped through the pages.
"I take it that you indeed shall play the beautiful Juliet. With that in mind I bid thee Adieu!" Nadir bowed as he disappeared into the castle to 'gather' his prey, I mean actors. Toppo just stared at me and then said, "Did you ever agree to doing this?"
….
Should I be worried?
Also, after 2 hours of comparing and researching I believe Nei would be 18-19 and Roland 24-25, Roland would have had to lived in the Village of the Elves but then left when it was burned during the Gate Rune Wars. Nei however was born in the year or slightly before the wars ended so would have very little or no memory of living there (since she was raised by humans.) Unless they have some sort of telepathic link (like the Ohmu in Naussica) or a special power (which I wouldn't be too surprised considering what else could happen in the world of Suikoden).
Star-Cursed Flight
Prolouge: Nei
There are times that I question who I am. My 'mother' now old and content, told me that when I was very young, too young to remember clearly, She had found me and my mother on the side of the road, she bleeding and I crying (rather loudly, which my mother would often tease me about). My mother had very little to say, and merely given my name and a trinket (or so I suppose) before passing away. My childhood was that of peace, songs, friends, and considerably lacking of Elvin companionship. My 'father' was a Master Bard, a living legend among the community, my 'mother' was a dancer, from them came my love of song and dance. The first actual time I met another Elf was when I was 7 and a traveling group of archers came into our camp. They first addressed me in the Elvin Tongue, but after seeing that I did not know a word of it, addressed me in the common language of trade. After talking to my parents, they left, leaving a wounded comrade who began to slowly teach me the language of my kind. Marvelous and astounding were the words he used for me as I quickly grew skillful in the Elvin tongue, perhaps it was because of the song like quality. A month and a half later he rejoined his group and they left… But one memory always remained in my mind, or yet a dream…
Nadir approached me in his usual way, swinging arms, a loud voice, and something up his sleeve. Being that he reminded me of my Best friend's uncle (though Toppo will deny this very verbally!) it didn't phase me much. I as well loved acting, though not to his extent.
"Dear Nei, I beseech you to help me in this quest. The world is our stage and you, dear, are the one who shall let the world see it!" Did I mention Overdramatic? If I didn't, you can see why most everyone prefers to hide when he suggests something.
"A play?" Shabon questioned, legs swinging off her chair. Nadir nodded (though we all know that is the least of what he did) and then presented the script. It was old, worn, yet the words Romeo and Juliet were engraved on the old leather cover. As I moved to take it, he skillfully changed it to a newly printed copy (Arthur's trademark was at the bottom of the cover. It made me wonder what kind of contract Nadir and Arthur had, since these do take quite a bit of time to write.) It was a love story, beautifully written, taken place in an ancient world which was both similar and different then our own. Juliet was the daughter of one family, Romeo the son of the other. Each family bore a grudge against one another.
'Almost seems like the grasslands and Zexen conflict.' Nei giggled softly as she flipped through the pages.
"I take it that you indeed shall play the beautiful Juliet. With that in mind I bid thee Adieu!" Nadir bowed as he disappeared into the castle to 'gather' his prey, I mean actors. Toppo just stared at me and then said, "Did you ever agree to doing this?"
….
Should I be worried?