22/07/2,094 BPE (Cy 356.337)
Symon Kuesk was a first generation peldak, born on the coast of the Marvodana Sea, his parents wanted to flee the ever-escalating violence of the Blood War and joined King Arus’s migration. He proved himself as a capable little camp worker during the pilgrimage and was a fully grown adult by the time they arrived on what would be Pelda.
He spent the early cycles as a forester, chopping down trees to keep the city running even during those brutal winters.
Symon was a personable boy, and the Kuesk family built a warm room, with the Konstanty family (mine) invited to bunk with them during the icy season. Even back when I was mute, I remember him being very kind and energetic, always on the move and playing with us, so we loved him. He was extremely talkative, the only time he sat down was to eat or tell us stories he picked up on the job.
That elf was a gossip like you wouldn’t believe, he told me all the latest news and rumors from around the city, and he could string together a story like nobody else.
It’s no exaggeration to say my interest in rumors and gossip, which sparked my later love of accumulating and sharing current events, was sparked by Symon. In Cy 168 he was one of the early colonists to the Sotaura mountains and, with his great strength born of swinging axes clean through tree trunks, got a sotauran wife. He had 30 descendants last I heard.
He was killed this cycle.
Steppelanders came down from the north, and he marched out with his peers to confront them. He chopped the head off one of their terrible homunculi before dying of his wounds.
The steppelanders were victorious, and we’re marching north to finish them.