[The elder glances at Jamie, her eyes peering into his unblinkingly.] Yes, they are the Intruders. Only our ancestors truly know what happened that day, but ask any of the Fuilry, and they will tell you we were indeed driven down here when the others came and transformed our lands into what you see today. Our people have always been the caretakers of this world and the memorialists of those who have passed on, though not all species knew of this simple fact.
[As she speaks, the scout returns with a strange device that definitely doesn't look like it's anything this society of people created. It's old and heavy, if the scout's strained muscles and panting are any indication as he deposits the device at the feet of the elder, then backs away to resume his original place.] My ancestor discovered this device after she and a handful of her contemporaries finally emerged from hiding. They had no idea what it was then, not until one of them activated the machine...
[It was then that the elder turned and pointed a thin hand up to the top of the chamber where a statue stood overlooking everything. Even in the light of the chamber, there's no mistaking the look of surprise on the Fuilry statue's face.] ...and then they wondered no longer.
For centuries since, we've tried to co-exist with those Intruders who originally ruined our lands. They knew not what they did, and we soon discovered they cared not either. Use of this device was forbidden for so long, but the Intruders grew far too numerous. We had to act to keep the lands intact and prevent them from being overrun. It is only thanks to a small, understanding few that the Intruders began to make their own memorials to those they've lost.
And to those who didn't listen, we'd take a few of their number in vain hope the Intruders would understand we wanted them all gone.
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[As she speaks, the scout returns with a strange device that definitely doesn't look like it's anything this society of people created. It's old and heavy, if the scout's strained muscles and panting are any indication as he deposits the device at the feet of the elder, then backs away to resume his original place.] My ancestor discovered this device after she and a handful of her contemporaries finally emerged from hiding. They had no idea what it was then, not until one of them activated the machine...
[It was then that the elder turned and pointed a thin hand up to the top of the chamber where a statue stood overlooking everything. Even in the light of the chamber, there's no mistaking the look of surprise on the Fuilry statue's face.] ...and then they wondered no longer.
For centuries since, we've tried to co-exist with those Intruders who originally ruined our lands. They knew not what they did, and we soon discovered they cared not either. Use of this device was forbidden for so long, but the Intruders grew far too numerous. We had to act to keep the lands intact and prevent them from being overrun. It is only thanks to a small, understanding few that the Intruders began to make their own memorials to those they've lost.
And to those who didn't listen, we'd take a few of their number in vain hope the Intruders would understand we wanted them all gone.