Stories, Trickster, Knowledge
Associations: Keys, poetry, proses, stories, history, ink black and paper white, brass and copper metals,
Offerings: Spoken stories or poems, burnt stories or poems, deep red wine, chocolate.
The Story Teller is the Forgotten One that is the hardest to write about. The only fact that can be stated about the Story Teller is that she is constantly in flux, constantly changing, shaping himself to fit the story that ze is telling. Her appearance changes, his personality changes, and as you may have noticed their gender and sex changes, all at seemingly random. Sometimes the species of the Story Teller changes to fit the part as well. The only way to consistently identify the Story teller is by the key that it wears around whatever short of neck it has at the time.
The key was not originally a symbol the Story Teller associated with zirself, prior to the Returning he didn’t have any symbol. He is the chronicler of the Forgotten Ones, who kept in zir memory all of the stories and adventures of the pantheon. In this role the she proved to be integral to my completion of the Returning, and my understanding of the relationships between the 10 other spirits. I was the one who likened the them to a key used to unlock an ancient library, and the symbol stuck.
Together with the childlike Voices on the Wind, the Story Teller is also the one who keeps the joy and laughter in the Forgotten Ones, with tricks and jokes, and good-natured mischief. His constantly shifting shape lends itself to mistaken identities and jests and pranks worthy of harlequins.
With the exception of the Hunter (who let’s be honest here, is the exception to pretty much everything in my life) the Story Teller was the only Forgotten One to seek me out. After I had passed the ordeals to Return the Stonecutter I took a small vacation, throughout the whole process of Returning the first four Forgotten Ones I had learned things about myself that I hadn’t expected to. I retried to my Gallery, which contains the remnants of my past lives as books and statues, to remind myself of who I was. The Story Teller found me there, she had fared slightly better than his siblings, and told me some of the stories ze remembered, the first myths of the Forgotten Ones that I learned.
I decided that the Story Teller needed to be the next Forgotten One to be Returned, I needed to wealth of knowledge they possessed, knowing more about the remaining spirits would make finding and reassembling their fragments much easier. I found parts of hir wherever a story was told or knowledge was passed: In libraries, museums, and bookstores, around campfires, at bedsides, and where ever tales are told to pass the time and to keep out our fears.