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Post by Midori on Jun 7, 2016 10:20:22 GMT -6
Fire. Smoke. Screams. These were the tell tale signs of a village in distress. This town was a small up and coming port village. A common rest point for river traders and sailors whom traveled up and down the western tributary of the Rhine. The river brought fresh water down from the western mountain ranges and fed it out to sea. Whether this specific event was started by humans or if it was an accident, it did not change the response. Neighbouring settlements and people flooded to the riverside village in order to lend what support they could to the survivors. The Chaklai were one of the first to arrive. A small group of twenty rode out from one of their branch villages to survey the damages. To heal the wounded. By the time their insignia adorned wagon got there some fires were still burning.
The group of them scattered about the village working in pairs. Some rushed into the burning wrecks to pull out those trapped underneath. Others worked to free animals from their stables. And some tried to douse the lingering embers of fallen things with buckets of water. The wounded were dragged out into the rivers edge away from the fires. Here the medics could work with ample supply of fresh water to clean wounds and tend to burns.
Midori and three other healers went to work. Midori herself was inexperienced in dealing with burns. And some of these folks had burns all over their bodies. But unlike those who have been burned to death at the steak these people were still alive. They were still screaming and writhing in pain. Midori was determined to try and ease their suffering.
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Post by Gar on Jun 8, 2016 0:53:55 GMT -6
Gar had come to Sacae for one reason, two reasons if he was being honest with himself. He told himself he simply wanted to find the tribe his parents had once left, but there was more to it than that. The pirate didn’t want to exist on the isles for a while. He needed to get away from the piracy, the slavery, the memories and do something elsewhere. After learning the name of the tribe he never met, Gar resolved himself to find his people. They’re probably a group of warriors like me. I’ll know immediately when I see them. Gar said as much to his parents before he departed, but even so his mother insisted on him carrying a note of introduction as well as a tattered cloth with a lotus symbol on it. The cloth now hung from the back of Gar’s sash as his reason for being in Sacae was far from his mind.
A few hours after Gar had landed in the port town, it went up in flames. Smoke rose high into the sky and citizens began to panic and scream. Junzentaru provided an unnecessary influence for Gar. You must save these folk from the flames. They require our assistance. Gar was going to help anyway, but the magical axe's glow helped to bolster his strength. Gar wore his bandanna around his face to keep his mouth and lungs clear of smoke and ash. The large man had already rescued and carried a few injured citizens to the nearby healing tents that had begun to spring up. He currently carried an elderly person who simply couldn’t move quickly enough to escape the flames and ash.
Gar had singlehandedly lifted a collapsed wall enough to drag the old lady out from the debris. He briefly contemplated using Sacrifice for the woman but he needed his strength for future rescue trips, there were sure to be more. As he approached the edge of town he came across a group of healers. They clearly already had their hands full but Gar had to get the woman help one way of another. He approached the healers and laid the woman down on a mat. His eyes fell upon a familiar symbol, but he couldn’t be sure if it was them. My people are healers? That's.. unexpected. Maybe I'm remembering the symbol wrong. Gar wanted to know if these people were the tribe of his parents, but now wasn’t them time to check.
“Hate to make your jobs any harder, but I got another for you to care for.” Gar spoke while indicating to the elderly lady who was wheezing on the mat. He hadn’t even thought of how he must have looked to the healers. A burly man, with the shape and look of a pirate exiting the scene of a possible raid and making a beeline for a group of healers. Out of habit, Gar gave a wave and a smile that was concealed by the bandanna. Hopefully that was enough to belie any suspicion for now. With that Gar turned to reenter the burning town, the cloth his mother gave him turned with him and fluttered in the air. Gar wiped the sweat from his brow. After this chaos is sorted out I should introduce myself.
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Post by Midori on Jun 8, 2016 11:57:49 GMT -6
Midori’s staff kept glowing as she tried her hardest to heal a man’s burned limbs. Mending wounds done by weapons, repairing bone, was easier than healing burns. Healing wounds allowed her manipulate still living flesh and stitch it back together. Bone required her to keep that person still while she manipulated the bone to mend itself. Burns required her to accelerate the growth of flesh underneath the burns and push it outwards. This process was draining on both healer and patient. Burn wounds were notoriously prone to infection. They were very sensitive to air, water, and cloth. This caused great discomfort to the patient.
Midori’s healing was slow. She had to be very precise and consistent with how healing. Another man held the burned man down so that he wouldn't hit the pink haired healer as she worked. But, when the screams of the man became too much too bare he was gagged. Eventually he was knocked unconscious from the strain and shock of it all. Midori successfully healed the man's burns. This person was fortunate. His limbs were not burned too such a degree where it needed to be cut off. All that he'd carry from this encounter would be large patches of mismatched skin and some muscle weakness. He might present problems walking or moving in the future but freight now he was going to live. This man was shuffled off to another stretch of shoreline in order to free up the space.
The tents had the worst of the victims. Fortunately, she was working outside of the tents. Midori was panting. But she'd grit her teeth and bare the burden of fatigue. She needed to heal more people. A bandanna clad man approached and placed another person down on the mat. Midori cleaned her hands and crouched down towards the woman.
“Can you understand me?” The woman nodded. She placed her hand on the seniors chest and lentil there for as moment. Her heart rate was accelerated and she could feel the intensity of the wheezing in her chest. It was a dry wheeze which was good. It meant that there wasn't any fluid in her chest. This made her prognosis better.
“Smoke inhalation. It will be difficult but the body willl heal itself.” None the less Midori went ahead and healed the woman what she could. Any pain was lessened and it would give her body a chance to recuperate.
“Ma'am I have healed your pain. Your breath will return to you in time. We will move you to a quieter area to rest. You must keep yourself seated upright. Awake. Can you do that for me?” Her words were slow but calming. As she spoke she mimicked the motions of her instructions. The woman understood. The woman wrapped her hand around Midori’s hand and uttered a bless you before she was carried off. Midori took a moment to catch her breath.
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Post by Gar on Jun 9, 2016 19:28:30 GMT -6
Gar took note of the prowess the healers displayed at their craft. It was remarkable how quickly they could accurately diagnose and effectively remedy the issues they were presented with. Gar thought to himself he could never perform healing feats like those he witnessed. Still, he did what he knew he could do to help. He returned to the town to find things were getting better. The flames had been reduced to smolders and the smoke had begun to disperse through the air. Gar couldn’t find any more survivors, but he did find a person limping while keeping his balance against a wall.
A man younger than Gar, leaned against a wall. The young man had a braid of green hair that, if cut short, would resemble the grass of the nearby plains. The limp signified an injured leg of some sort. Gar walked over and offered his assistance. “Here give me your arm.” Gar guided an arm around his shoulder and helped carry the weight. “Thanks, I was helping fight the remaining flames when I stumbled and busted my leg. I’m so clumsy.” Gar’s smile was concealed, but his words came across. “Don’t worry, happens to the best of us.”
As Gar returned with an arm around his shoulders his minds wandered. The healers here were much different than ones he had seen in the past. The Etrurian priests Gar came across always came off so fake and disingenuous, using their talents for monetary gain. There was one who was different to say the least. That purple haired Ichabod. He wasn’t a priest though. Him and the Sacaean healers present came off more sincere. They actually wanted to help people who have gone through struggle. Their actions were commendable.
Gar returned to the camp and allowed the injured man to take a seat on the ground. He placed a finger under his bandanna and pulled it down to reveal his nose, mouth and scruffy chin. “I say you just try to get the thing wrapped. I sprained a couple ankles in my day. Should probably be fine in a day or two.” With that Gar approached a nearby banner. The one with the lotus symbol. He withdrew the cloth his mother gave him to compare the insignias. Sure enough, they were a match. Who would’ve guessed he would find them while he was helping a town in need? Gar turned to the nearest face he saw and spoke.
“Any chance this camp is one of the Chaklai? I got a few questions for them.” Gar still held the cloth in his hand as he awaited an answer.
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Post by Midori on Jun 10, 2016 20:13:27 GMT -6
Midori’s next patient was a child and mother. The mother was in bad shape. Her arm was twisted unnaturally and the child in her good arm was deathly quiet. Midori knew the signs. This child was already gone. The boy’s lack of breath, blue lips, and grey tinted skin, his death was suffocation. Unlike the old woman this boy was not pulled out of the flames in time. Midori was silent for a while just staring at the boy. She was thinking of what to tell the mother. She seemed to insist that the pink clad healer could work miracles with her staff.
Midori waved her helper over. She instructed the mother on what she was about to do. She was going to heal the woman's arm. But in order to do so she needed too have the arm put in it's proper place. It was going to be a very painful experience for the parent. Midori was careful with her movements. She gently felt up and down the woman’s arm. Slowly. She could read the woman's reactions to the touch. Midori could feel the main break. Midori instructed the woman to put the child down and brace herself. A stick was put in her mouth to prevent her from screaming or biting her tongue. The helper held her down. She twisted the arm into its proper position, snapped break back into its place, and healed the bone. While this process was agonizing to the mother it was equally demanding to Midori. Like the burns, bone mending took a great deal out of the healer. A more experienced healer could mend with less strain onto their body. Midori had exhausted herself in healing the three people she had seen. The woman's arm was wrapped in a sling.
“I've healed the worst of the break but your arm will still need time to recover. A month at least.” She then held the woman's hand.
“Im sorry. Your son.. I cannot heal him. He is already dead.”
The woman did not seem to understand, A healer should be able to heal anything. Why can this healer not help her son? The woman responded harshly to the news. She shoved Midori to the ground and cursed her name. The woman and dead child were removed from the medic area. Midori slowly pulled herself up off the ground. Midori didn't care what the woman thought of her. She understood that bad news is sometimes met with anger. She knew in time the woman would come to terms with her child's passing. She would remember to include this mother and child in her prayer before the Chaklai left this place.
An injured man was her next patient. This man was being helped along to the camp by a man with a bandana. Midori did not know who this bandana man was. She assumed he was a villager or sailor of the area. This village was a known pitstop for many travelers. While she was visibly exhausted she would not stop helping the injured. In the distance she could hear the sounds of chaos dying down. Midori spoke softly to the young man. He complained of a sprained ankle. Midori smiled softly and healed the man leg. The glass orb stop her staff glowed with a warm light and dulled the ankle. Sprains were easier to heal then bone and burns. She then put a reddish oil in the man's leg and wrapped it.
“You will be fine. Just stay off your leg for a few days.”
Midori was breathing harder at this point. Her skin was paler then usual and she felt slightly dizzy. The bandanna clad man happened to ask a question about the Chaklai. Midori chose to answer him. Some light conversation would help to rejuvenate her spirits and help her recover.
“Yes, sir. These are the Chaklai medic tents. Do you need some assistance?”
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Post by Gar on Jun 11, 2016 4:38:27 GMT -6
A weary woman answered the pirate. She appeared as if she was about to faint but as she spoke, Gar’s inquiry was confirmed, these were Gar’s people. His mind was racing, flooding with questions about who they were and what they did. The pirate almost couldn’t believe he caught up with them so soon after arriving in Sacae. Although all these thoughts and questions of the tribe filled his mind, one thing came to the front. “Well. Kinda but, are you okay? Let’s find somewhere to sit, then I want to discuss a couple things.” Gar moved to a short hill and sat on the slope. He didn’t notice it before, but his muscles were tired from the events of the fire. The lifting and carrying of people may have put a more of a strain than he expected.
The pirate wanted to know so much that he didn’t know where to begin. Do you know my parents? Are there legendary warriors in your tribe? Can they train me to make me stronger? Is Sacrifice related to your tribe? Can your healers teach how to better use my skill? Do you have an elder? Can I ask them for guidance? Gar sighed as Junzentaru began to interfere in his thought processes. Can they help you find your way? Can they bring enlightenment to a soul of recent misfortune? Do they possess a perspective on whether it is better to forgive your enemies or seek revenge on those who enslaved you? All these questions and more battled to be the first to be asked. Gar’s priorities weren’t well defined at the moment but he started to speak anyway.
“My name is Edgar. Most call me Gar and well… ” Gar extended his hand toward the pink haired healer and offered the cloth he was given to by his mother. “My parents were once a part of your tribe. I know that doesn’t mean I have any reason to be here and I don’t expect to be treated like one of your own or anything but,…” Gar took a breath and ran a hand back of his neck. His words eventually became more concise and he arrived at a point.
“What I’m saying is, I want to know about my heritage. Who are the Chaklai?”
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Post by Midori on Jun 11, 2016 11:20:49 GMT -6
"I'll be alright. Thank you for your concern." Midori had taken this scruffy young man as someone who was equal to her status. And such she was able to speak to him in a more casual tone. She did take his offer to sit down. This rest was going to be brief as the healer had some more people to attend to. The man introduced himself as Edgar or Gar for short. Apparently, he was the son of former members of the Chaklai. While Midori herself had no issue with Edgar’s parents leaving the tribe, she was unsure of what action the council might take. She figured that this was not the best time for this kind of thought. The bandana man wanted to learn more of his heritage. Midori was more then happy to tell him of the Chaklai. But, this was not the time.
“Well met Gar. My name is Midori. I am a priestess of the Chaklai. We are a tribe rich with culture and specialize in tending the land and healing. I would be happy to share more of the story of our people with you. But, I fear this is not the time and place for it.” She slowly rose to her feet. Carefully, she raised her staff up and healed the man of any injuries. While this did not cure fatigue it did help to alleviate the symptoms.
“If you wish to learn more. Then I suggest traveling with us till we reach our main village. When we are done here we will take our leave of this place and make the trip back. A word of caution, the journey back will take a few weeks. If there is some other business you need to take of.. well. We will not postpone our journey.” She bowed softly to Gar. Then she straightened herself out. "Should you choose to travel. Please seek me out. Excuse me." Midori graciously dismissed herself from Gar’s presence and returned to her duties. In two days time the Chaklai would prep their wagons and begin the long march home.
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Post by Gar on Jun 12, 2016 7:18:33 GMT -6
Gar had his options laid out in front of him. Either join Midori and the Chaklai on their two week trip or forget it and return to his own business. Gar had sailed this far to find his parent’s tribe, a few weeks travel wasn’t much more. He was more surprised at how accepting the woman was. Gar smiled and spoke. “I’m glad you’re willing to allow me to travel with you. If you need any heavy lifting done, I’m your guy.” Midori stood to return to her business leaving Gar seated in the grass, but not before giving the pirate a brief healing from her staff. The gesture wasn’t necessary but it was appreciated. After the healer left, the pirate sat lost in thought for a few moments.
Two weeks, about as long as a short voyage, and our destination lies across this sea of grass. The land of my parents and my parents’ parents waits. I have much to find out. Gar placed his palm on his abdomen. He could feel the raised skin from Bullring’s brand through his shirt. The pirate inhaled and exhaled through his nostrils. A breeze picked up and Gar caught the scent of burning and ash still in the air from the fire. The smell brought him back to the present. There was still work to do. He wished to see if the town had survived enough to be salvaged and rebuilt.
Gar rose and patted his posterior to brush away any dirt or grass that may have clung to his rear. He moved back toward the town to see if there was anything he could assist with. Lifting, construction, deconstruction, moving, gathering resources, whatever it may take to get the town back on it’s feet. I gotta make sure I remember to find that Midori before they set sail... err- head out.
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Post by Midori on Jun 12, 2016 14:12:33 GMT -6
Two days was ample time for the survivors to begin contemplating their next move. Survivors that were able began to scavenge through what was lost and rebuild. Fortunately the fires did not ravage the entire town. A few store houses survived the blaze. The people had access to food and water through the river. And while most chose to stay and help rebuild some people decided to leave. Some chose to follow the Chaklai curious about their lively hood. Their religion and tolerance seemed to sway some of those who had lost everything. The Chaklai had the opportunity to provide those who have lost a second chance at living. The prospect of honest work and living in the wake of destruction was seen as miraculous.
The dawn of the second day was seen with both great relief and great sorrow. The clan had seen to the burial, pyres, and prayers of the dead. They had healed those who were hurt. The Chaklai felt relived, while they wished they could do more, they simply could not. They needed to leave and return to their own homes. Home coming always felt good to the Chaklai. Meanwhile, those that they left behind were sad to see them go. They had done so much to help the people with what little they had. Those whom were greviously injured or in pain from their mostly recovered injuries wished for them to stay and continue to tend to them. But, that was an impossibility for them. The Chaklai had to keep moving.
Midori was busy. She had seen to Ashes needs most of the morning. Between tending to the hurt, resting, and helping to organize the movement she had neglected to tend to her horse. In the wee hours before the clan left she had rectified tending to her horse. Midori fed Ashes a carrot. Brushed her horse's hair and took her out for a run. With all that out the way, she was now free to help with the packing. Ashes was loaded up with supplies and ready to go.
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Post by Gar on Jun 13, 2016 5:36:41 GMT -6
In the couple days that Gar had before he travelled, he did what he could to assist in the reconstruction. He spent the majority of his time cutting lumber with his iron axe. For some reason, Junzentaru didn’t think it was an appropriate use of his strength. Gar aired his complaints in thought. Aww come on. It will make the work go faster and what could be more heroic than helping a broken village rebuild?
My shining light is meant to slay evil and I have yet to come across any inherently devious pieces of wood. Gar had to smile and accept that he would be working the old fashioned way. On more than one occasion his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to check on the Chaklai. They attended to funerals, prayers and healing. Gar had the urge to join but resisted and simply watched from a distance. It was best to leave them to their work and for him to continue his own.
A night before the tribe was scheduled to return to their main village, Gar had sat down to write a letter to his parents. He would tell them he had found the tribe and from what he could tell, they were happy and healthy. Gar figured his parents would be relieved to know that their past tribe was in good condition. The next morning the pirate brought the letter to the docks and with a small pouch of gold, requested it be delivered. With that and a few goodbyes and good lucks, he exited the slowly rebuilding village to join up with the caravan.
Gar saw that he wasn’t the only outsider to be making the journey. A number of villagers would also be joining. Perhaps they needed continued treatment for injuries or maybe they simply wanted to move away from the area after it was stricken with tragedy. Either way Gar was happy to see that he wasn’t the only person who wasn’t in the tribe who was travelling. Gar’s eyes came across Midori as she was tending to her horse.
That’s right, a lot of Sacaeans are good horse riders. Gar looked at his feet. He had never learned to ride a horse and never intended to. My two legs are all I need. With his two legs he made his way over to Midori and spoke, she had told him to seek her out.
“Hey there, Midori. You all set for the trip?”
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Post by Midori on Jun 13, 2016 13:23:38 GMT -6
Midori had just finished the last bit of her packing. A voice called out to her. She turned around to address the voice that had spoken to her. She remembered this man. The outsider born from former Chaklai. Midori kept an eye on the bandana clad man during the restoration efforts. And so far he had shown himself to be a person of good character. He helped to rebuild the fallen homes. He seemed to genuinely care for his fellow man. Midori nodded softly then spoke.
“I am just about ready to go. I am glad you decided to join us in our march home.” She smiled softly.
“I feel that you will learn a great deal about your people and heritage from the journey as well as the destination.” Her words were honest and proper. Even though she had deemed Gar to be someone on par with her status, she still could not shake off the habit of talking proper. Perhaps, the journey home would allow her to act and talk casually. She mounted Ashes saddle and pulled on her reigns lightly. The horse gave a slight bob of her head and shuffled her feet lightly. A whistle was sounded and the caravan started moving.
“Time to move.” Midori spoke to Gar, motioned to follow her, then gingerly led Ashes to her place in the middle of the caravan. Midori’s mentor, Lady Lucy, was at the front of the group. She was an experienced veteran of leading caravans and knew her way around the battle field. The route home was a simple one. They were going to follow the river up stream towards the western mountains. The river would make things easier for everyone. As there was constant access to fresh water, fishing, and grass. Midori returned her attention to Gar.
“We will be on this journey for a while. I understand that you are curious about your heritage. So, I shall try to answer some questions you may have about the Chaklai. Just so long as you don't mind me asking a few questions of my own. Oh.. and watch where you step. Horses and oxen are notorious for poop walking.”
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Post by Gar on Jun 14, 2016 4:14:52 GMT -6
Gar’s eyes fell to his boots. They were brown and covered in dust, but that didn’t mean he wanted to step in any droppings. He did have to chuckle at the notion, however. “Harhar I’ll be sure to keep an eye out.” Gar matched pace with the steed. Gar wasn’t accustomed to talking to people atop mounts. He could only recall a handful of riders whom he had any engagement with, and the majority of those weren’t particularly friendly. Gar wondered if tilting his neck would eventually grow tiresome or not. At least he wasn't speaking to a person atop a flying pegasus. “And you can ask me whatever you want.”
As the group began to make their way to the village, Gar began to think of how much nomads actually had to travel. Gar wanted to think he had most likely traveled more than most people based on his occupation. I’m not sure though. Aeos said he comes from a family of nomads and he’s probably been more places than I have. From what he heard, nomadic villages set up tents that could be taken down and transported if need be. This line of thinking prompted Gar’s first question about the Chaklai and their ways.
“Your village. What is it like? Is it just tents and huts or is it more of a town built on wood like the place we just left?” Gar also considered the possibility of the village being a massive stone city like those in Etruria. For some reason, however, he didn’t expect that to be the case. I guess I could just wait the two weeks and see it for myself.
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Post by Midori on Jun 16, 2016 17:40:49 GMT -6
“The village is structurally similar to the one we just left. Homes are constructed from wood or stone. Tents and caravans are mostly reserved for travel. Or in times where we have too many people or during construction. The village has many farms and trees. It is nestled in highlands of a valley. The village is ancient. It was founded during the end of the Scouring by our first leader. He was a holy man.. disgusted by autocracies of war. He wanted to forge a place that sought to strive for peace and reconciliation in the wake of the war.” Midori explained. It was one of a priestess duties to learn and recite the history of her people. The written history of her people was sealed away in ancient scrolls within the hidden confines of the temple. The students of the temple learned their history through hand written copies of the original. They would recite the information until it was ingrained into their brains. Until, they could fully recite it to those who could not read or write.
“As a tribe try to replicate the ideas our first leader had. Over time we settled a patch of land and focused on the earth. We became farmers rather than fighters. This helped to fuel our first leader ideas of peace. We have come to welcome and accept outsiders into our clan. We focused on trade and spiritual development. Unity and Charity. Due to this… we are sometimes seen as.. a disgrace to our other Sacean brethren. While most tribes focus inwards and isolate themselves from the world.. we try to embrace it. We try to raise staffs rather than swords or bows.” Midori nodded softly. By now she realized she had probably talked Gar’s ears off. She blushed slightly embarrassed at the action. She paused for a moment to think on what to ask.
“Sorry. That was a lot of information. Gar, you said your parents left the tribe, but where did they go? And what do you do?”
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Post by Gar on Jul 7, 2016 13:47:08 GMT -6
The village was as old as the scouring? Gar found that particular point hard to believe, but decided it best not to make a mention of it. He listened intently as more information of his parent’s former tribe was delivered. Peace, unity and charity. Suffice to say, Gar didn’t have much experience with these qualities but Junzentaru had a word for them. Commendable. Not to mention how the tribe seemed to be rather accepting to newcomers, a trait Gar was experiencing first hand. Gar raised an eyebrow at how the Chaklai preferred to raise staves rather than weapons. “You must have at least a few warriors in your ranks right? What do you do against attackers?” Gar had been hoping to meet a renowned fighter from his family’s tribe to pick their brain and study some technique.
Midori apologized for the amount of information that was provided. Gar shook his head. “No need to apologize, that’s exactly what I’m here for. As for my parents, well, I know I was born in a town north of Badon in Lycia, and that’s where they live to this day. When I was young I assisted my old man on his merchant ship. He got old and retired, but I stayed at sea.” Junzentaru gave the pirate a harsh few words. Omission is akin to deceit. Gar responded. June, I’m not going to tell this friendly healer I’m a pirate. Or was a pirate, it doesn’t seem like it will help anything. Junzentaru pulsed a light glow at Gar’s hip and fell silent once again.
“As for now, I’m not quite sure what I do, or what I’m doing. I’m just looking.” Gar tilted his head at the last word, as if he couldn’t arrive at a more applicable one.
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Post by Midori on Jul 7, 2016 19:36:32 GMT -6
Gar seemed to be very curious about Chaklai war heroes. Sure, she knew legends of heroes. But, they were legends, glorified, and embellished in order to make them sound good. Heroes that were taught to children in order to behave and make them into good citizens. There was no real proof that these mythological heroes of folklore actually did the things they were renowned for. Midori wasn't sure why that particular detail bugged her. The troubadour shrugged her shoulders. She figured Gar wouldn't mind hearing a few of the legends of her people.
“Unfortunately, we do have some fighters and war heroes in our history. The tribe as a whole tries to focus on peaceful existence. We understand that the world does not agree with our ways. People with greed in their hearts, send people to destroy what we've built. And we have raised fighters in order to deter them.” She sighed softly.
“I admit this subject of war heroes is not my best. I only know maybe a few of the truly famous ones. I've spent most of my life learning about medicine and our spiritual leaders. But, I do know bits about our defense force. A vast majority of it is composed of fighters from other lands. People who have lost the meaning of their old lives and have come to live and join us. My mentor is an example of this. She was once a mercenary from Ilia. But life was cruel to her and took away the things she held dear. She found one of our priests.. listened to his words.. and eventually joined us.” Midori smiled softly and looked out in the distance towards Lady Lucy.
“Those who were born Chaklai teach the others how we fight. Eventually, they mesh their original fighting talents with our own. They create a style that is both unique and representative of the Chaklai’s philosophy for coexistence.” As she spoke she made a finger locking gesture with her hands.
“It is those brave souls who go out and defend us. And it is the duty of those in the clergy to heal and support them.” She smiled softly to herself. It took her a moment to decipher where Gar said he was born. She had never been to Lycia. She knew where Badon was on the map. She never saw the sea before either.
“A sailor? That very interesting. We have had very few converts that were sailors. I've never seen the ocean or the sea before. I have only seen illustrations of it in books. My mind cannot fully grasp how such a large body of water is entirely undrinkable. Is it true what they say of it? That it be filled with monsters?”
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