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| − | '''Background'''
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| − | I knew my life would change that day, I had seen it in the stars. My sincerest regret is that I never gave
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| − | anyone any warning. My father, Morning Sun and I left my mother, Star of Hope, and little brother, Gift of
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| − | Chance (age 8 then), at our house and headed into The City of The Steel Lotus to sell birds at the market. I
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| − | was sixteen and full of excitement for what was to come, but at the same time scared of looking ignorant
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| − | as all teenagers are and the stars are vague and easy to misread.
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| − | Ledaal Furek came to our booth so see our birds. In Au Tang it is said that the Dragonblooded are like a
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| − | hurricane, absentminedly changing everything in thier path. The addendum to that is that it's futile to say
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| − | no to a hurricane, and better to give them what they want in hopes that they will be gentle and well
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| − | peased. So it was that we went about trying to satisfy the hurricane in our midst. I put on a grand display
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| − | showing all of the many talents of our birds. Furek watched intently and then asked, "But wouldn't I need
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| − | someone skilled to handle them?" My father went pale, and Ledaal Furek began sizing up weather or not I make
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| − | a good asset for him. His words were all business, but his eyes and his gestures showed me that there was
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| − | more to his intent. In that moment I was captivated by him. I saw his mental restraint. His emotions were
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| − | like a storm that had somehow been corralled, but like all wild things it couldn't be contained forever. I
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| − | wanted to know that power and I went with him willingly. So eager was I that I hardly noticed that
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| − | there was no discussion of terms of service, simply money exchanging hands. I had been bought and sold and
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| − | was now his, but that knowlege didn't sink in until much later.
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| − | We traveled to the Blessed Isle and there I met the other membered of his group of the wild hunt. I was
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| − | now an asset of the hunt. Through my birds Furek was able to see and track anathama. For ten years I
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| − | traveled with them and they were a quite sucessful group. I saw the slaying of three anathama and the
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| − | prestige that they got for doing such tasks.
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| − | After I time I became less enchanted with Ledal Furak. He is a brisk businesslike man with strong faith that
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| − | he is doing the right thing and a dislike for his own lusts. Often I felt ignored by him and, naturally, my
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| − | attention turned to our other companions. In time I came to know them all intimately. Deals were made,
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| − | debts were owed or repayed, and on one or two occasions I offeded someone and had to make ammends.
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| − | This was a secret that was tightly guarded amongst the group of them. Apparently thier superiors would
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| − | disapprove.
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| − | Sesus Lepuso is the pretty one. He is a joy to look at and is the first that I tried to connect with when I
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| − | got bored with Furak's ways. When I finally got him it was a disappointing dull encounter. His looks seem to
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| − | get him places that others need genuine charm to go, so he is not near as charming as most of the others.
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| − | Mnemon Soras is perhaps my least favorate. She is a spoiled bitch living off of her religious sense of
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| − | entitlement. Her demenor is brisk and direct and she wants what she wants immeadiately. My time with her
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| − | was spent scrambling to fulfil all of her orders and it was time I dreaded.
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| − | Ragara Sedil was the first that I was to know beyond Furak. There is something about him that comes off as
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| − | very sleezy and to this day sends chills down my spine. I think he genuinely likes watching me squirm.
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| − | I also suspect he's a bit of a sadist, although if that is the case he has gone through great effort to
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| − | hide it from his companions. I don't like him very much and I think that for that reason and that reason
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| − | alone he keeps finding ways to be with me.
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| − | Sesus Sanar is a kind and gentle man who genuinely wants to do good in the world. He would keep me up
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| − | late telling him about life in Au Tang and genuinely loved to hear me talk because my viewpoint was not the
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| − | one he was accustom to. He strives to live up to the ideals of the immaculaBold textte faith, but is really just in service to the hunt to make a name for himself so that
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| − | he can one day have the power to change the world.
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| | '''Exhaultation''' | | '''Exhaultation''' |
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| | One evening an informant came to our camp, telling Furak of anthema sighting nearby. He was a kind man and we sat up the night after he came reading the stars from the wagon where my cages were kept. It was an ominous night, difficult to read but clearly one of great changes. The foreboding had just begun to sink in when . . . . . . to be continued (OH GM! Feel free to edit and give me a refresher on how this all began. It was a really long time ago) | | One evening an informant came to our camp, telling Furak of anthema sighting nearby. He was a kind man and we sat up the night after he came reading the stars from the wagon where my cages were kept. It was an ominous night, difficult to read but clearly one of great changes. The foreboding had just begun to sink in when . . . . . . to be continued (OH GM! Feel free to edit and give me a refresher on how this all began. It was a really long time ago) |
