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<blockquote data-quote="OnlytheStrong" data-source="post: 5042528" data-attributes="member: 54781"><p>Jynxx grinned as the lady spoke, <span style="color: blue">"You honor the story by possessing the memory of it my lady."</span> Jynxx let his vision blur, his thoughts burying deep inside himself. <span style="color: blue">"The Guardian of Terrene may still exist, although I do not know. I am reasonably sure that a weapon such as that, would be difficult to destroy."</span></p><p></p><p>Jynxx shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. <span style="color: blue">"Ah, Manav lived a rather long life."</span></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Manav again <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> ]</p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Manav, as I said earlier, was massive even for his race. I shall tell you the story of how the sword became his, and the way he earned the trust of Kelnae."</span></p><p></p><p>Jynxx leaned back forward in his chair, putting his elbows on the table. <span style="color: blue">"The boy was not yet a man according the to laws of his tribe, but the day had come where he would prove his worth. The Bear Tribe valued those skillful in the hunt, since food in the region was somewhat hard to come by. Remember my friend, times were more wild than they are now and hunters often had the habit of disappearing."</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Manav had left early that morning on his first solo hunt, his right of passage. He was simply armed, nothing more than a spear and a dagger. Three days he spent on his hunt, three days he had failed to gather any food. He lacked the stealth that most hunters possess, and many creatures heard of his approach before he even saw them.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The fourth day changed his path in life forever. He had found a small bear in the woods, injured by a careless hunter. Being the symbol for his tribe, he was forbidden to consume or hunt any kind of bear. He really couldn't explain why, but he felt like he had to aid the creature. As he moved closer, the bear gave a half-hearted growl. It seemed near death, and indeed it was. An arrow was lodged deep in it's chest, how it missed it's heart was unknown to Manav. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">With Manav's raw strength he managed to restrain the creature and remove the arrow. For a reason unknown to him at the time, the bear never fought or tried to bite at him. It seemed to sense he was there to protect and care for it. The bear could sense that Manav was a friend. The wound was quickly sealed and bandaged, although Manav couldn't see the bandage staying on for any length of time. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Manav made a sacrifice I cannot say I would make or even think of under the same circumstances, he gave the injured beast the last of his rations of seasoned meat. Tradition forbid Manav to return until he had finished his hunt, and so he put himself at an excellent risk of starvation. The bear ate hungrily, and within the day was able to leave Manav's side. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Manav trailed the bear. He spent the next day maintaining his constance vigil over the creature, unwilling to let the creature die due to lack of aid. He lost track of how far he had traveled, and in fact only knew that he had traveled west for nearly 3 days total. The bear was getting along well, although Manav had became very weakened." </span></p><p></p><p>Jynxx stopped talking for a moment and smiled, <span style="color: blue">"What else could happen to a man who gave up his only nurishment for a creature of the wild? Ah, before you answer, remember that this creature <em>was</em> nature itself to this man. It <em>was</em> his very reason for existance, and in his heart he purely believed that. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The tribe believed that it was his faith that caused it to happen. I am not a master in the relations of faith, and so I withold my opinion for lack of knowledge. The now fully healed bear turned on Manav, charging him suddenly. Teeth and claws would of been all I could see and so I would of reacted with my bow. Manav saw Nature judging him as a failure, and so he accepted the fate that laid at the ends of those terrible weapons. Dropping his spear and throwing his dagger into a nearby tree, Manav dropped to his knees to allow the bear an easier target. One could only assume that he hoped for a quick kill, and so presented himself as such. The tribe itself heard the roar that followed, and from what I understand, they were nearly 5 days march away.</span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">And so the end of Manav was at hand... but that is not the story I am telling is it? No I speak to you of his beginning! I speak of a rare moment in history when a hero receives a calling that is heard by all those in the region! </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The roar shook Manav, nearly knocking his prone. It had come from behind, not from the charging bear. Manav noticed the bear had stopped it's charge, and seemed to be simply sitting there watching. He turned slowly, and was staring at the largest nose he had ever seen. It was a great brown bear, one that legends are told of. We call them Dire now, many believe they are the guardians of the natural world. The bear stood easily twice the height of Manav. The creature's head was so large that it seemed as if it blocked out the entire horizon. The dire bear roared again and so Manav fought for breath. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">He stood slowly, he was not afraid of the bear, but entranced by it. He had only heard stories of such creatures. The tribes had said that each tribe was named after the guardian of the tribe; if that was so, then Manav was looking at his guardian. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Manav bowed deeply, showing an immense respect for such a powerful and wonderful creature. As he raised the dire bear turned and left, revealing a small amount of meat. Manav ate heartily, and he later said that he had never had a sweeter tasting meal. He did not know what it was that he was eating, but he was sure the guardian had provided it for him. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">From that day on Manav's luck had changed. Instead of ending his hunt with the life of one creature, Manav brought back enough of the wild elk to feed his tribe for a month. At first, Manav only told his father of the encounter. At his father's urging, the tribe shaman's were told. A week long... ceremony, for lack of a better word, was held in an attempt to commune with the spirits that had blessed Manav. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The shamans had retreated to a nearby mountain, none were allowed to venture near them for the entire time they were in their ceremony. It is not known to me what occurred to them on that mountain, whether they were guided by their spirits or simply drank too much ale; I cannot deny or defend either stance. The result I can tell you as clearly as if I were there. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The eldest shaman, Trelak, returned first. The others came in line with him. They did not speak, did not even acknowledge they had returned to their village. The moved straight to the newly made home of Manav, and without a word entered it. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Manav was startled by the sudden entrance, but was by no means afraid of them. He knew why they had left, and assumed they would return with news. It was there, in Manav's own home, that he came to possess the great Guardian of Terrene. The weapon required two of the shaman to carry it, but Manav seemed to be able to wield it as easily as a giant can wield a gnome's dagger. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The sword's pommel changed the moment it was held by Manav. The shamans said that the pommel originally was that of a wolf's head. The moment that he touched the blade, the pommel's head transformed into that of the dire bear he had seen. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">The eldest shaman told Manav that while they were on the mountain, the spirit of the bear had appeared before them. The bear spirit had told them that Manav possessed the blessings of the spirit, and would be guarded by the bear. The spirit also demanded that the sword of Kelnae be handed to Manav. The bear spirit said that Kelnae had encountered Manav in the wilderness, and was moved by the strength, compassion, and faith of the man. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">Manav had helped the spirit of Kelnae, who was in the guise of a bear. It was Kelnae who summoned the dire bear, the Guardian. It was Kelnae who sought the Guardian's approval of Manav. </span></p><p><span style="color: blue"></span></p><p><span style="color: blue">And so the blade of Kelnae, the Guardian of Terrene, was given to Manav at Kelnae's own request. He was chosen by the warrior, approved by the spirit, and guided by spirit."</span> [/sblock]</p><p></p><p>Jynxx leaned back in his chair as his story ended, ordering a pint of ale as he did so. <span style="color: blue">"And so my lady, it is not death that brings one to possess the sword, but life."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="OnlytheStrong, post: 5042528, member: 54781"] Jynxx grinned as the lady spoke, [color=blue]"You honor the story by possessing the memory of it my lady."[/color] Jynxx let his vision blur, his thoughts burying deep inside himself. [color=blue]"The Guardian of Terrene may still exist, although I do not know. I am reasonably sure that a weapon such as that, would be difficult to destroy."[/color] Jynxx shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. [color=blue]"Ah, Manav lived a rather long life."[/color] [sblock=Manav again :) ] [color=blue]"Manav, as I said earlier, was massive even for his race. I shall tell you the story of how the sword became his, and the way he earned the trust of Kelnae."[/color] Jynxx leaned back forward in his chair, putting his elbows on the table. [color=blue]"The boy was not yet a man according the to laws of his tribe, but the day had come where he would prove his worth. The Bear Tribe valued those skillful in the hunt, since food in the region was somewhat hard to come by. Remember my friend, times were more wild than they are now and hunters often had the habit of disappearing." Manav had left early that morning on his first solo hunt, his right of passage. He was simply armed, nothing more than a spear and a dagger. Three days he spent on his hunt, three days he had failed to gather any food. He lacked the stealth that most hunters possess, and many creatures heard of his approach before he even saw them. The fourth day changed his path in life forever. He had found a small bear in the woods, injured by a careless hunter. Being the symbol for his tribe, he was forbidden to consume or hunt any kind of bear. He really couldn't explain why, but he felt like he had to aid the creature. As he moved closer, the bear gave a half-hearted growl. It seemed near death, and indeed it was. An arrow was lodged deep in it's chest, how it missed it's heart was unknown to Manav. With Manav's raw strength he managed to restrain the creature and remove the arrow. For a reason unknown to him at the time, the bear never fought or tried to bite at him. It seemed to sense he was there to protect and care for it. The bear could sense that Manav was a friend. The wound was quickly sealed and bandaged, although Manav couldn't see the bandage staying on for any length of time. Manav made a sacrifice I cannot say I would make or even think of under the same circumstances, he gave the injured beast the last of his rations of seasoned meat. Tradition forbid Manav to return until he had finished his hunt, and so he put himself at an excellent risk of starvation. The bear ate hungrily, and within the day was able to leave Manav's side. Manav trailed the bear. He spent the next day maintaining his constance vigil over the creature, unwilling to let the creature die due to lack of aid. He lost track of how far he had traveled, and in fact only knew that he had traveled west for nearly 3 days total. The bear was getting along well, although Manav had became very weakened." [/color] Jynxx stopped talking for a moment and smiled, [color=blue]"What else could happen to a man who gave up his only nurishment for a creature of the wild? Ah, before you answer, remember that this creature [i]was[/i] nature itself to this man. It [i]was[/i] his very reason for existance, and in his heart he purely believed that. The tribe believed that it was his faith that caused it to happen. I am not a master in the relations of faith, and so I withold my opinion for lack of knowledge. The now fully healed bear turned on Manav, charging him suddenly. Teeth and claws would of been all I could see and so I would of reacted with my bow. Manav saw Nature judging him as a failure, and so he accepted the fate that laid at the ends of those terrible weapons. Dropping his spear and throwing his dagger into a nearby tree, Manav dropped to his knees to allow the bear an easier target. One could only assume that he hoped for a quick kill, and so presented himself as such. The tribe itself heard the roar that followed, and from what I understand, they were nearly 5 days march away. And so the end of Manav was at hand... but that is not the story I am telling is it? No I speak to you of his beginning! I speak of a rare moment in history when a hero receives a calling that is heard by all those in the region! The roar shook Manav, nearly knocking his prone. It had come from behind, not from the charging bear. Manav noticed the bear had stopped it's charge, and seemed to be simply sitting there watching. He turned slowly, and was staring at the largest nose he had ever seen. It was a great brown bear, one that legends are told of. We call them Dire now, many believe they are the guardians of the natural world. The bear stood easily twice the height of Manav. The creature's head was so large that it seemed as if it blocked out the entire horizon. The dire bear roared again and so Manav fought for breath. He stood slowly, he was not afraid of the bear, but entranced by it. He had only heard stories of such creatures. The tribes had said that each tribe was named after the guardian of the tribe; if that was so, then Manav was looking at his guardian. Manav bowed deeply, showing an immense respect for such a powerful and wonderful creature. As he raised the dire bear turned and left, revealing a small amount of meat. Manav ate heartily, and he later said that he had never had a sweeter tasting meal. He did not know what it was that he was eating, but he was sure the guardian had provided it for him. From that day on Manav's luck had changed. Instead of ending his hunt with the life of one creature, Manav brought back enough of the wild elk to feed his tribe for a month. At first, Manav only told his father of the encounter. At his father's urging, the tribe shaman's were told. A week long... ceremony, for lack of a better word, was held in an attempt to commune with the spirits that had blessed Manav. The shamans had retreated to a nearby mountain, none were allowed to venture near them for the entire time they were in their ceremony. It is not known to me what occurred to them on that mountain, whether they were guided by their spirits or simply drank too much ale; I cannot deny or defend either stance. The result I can tell you as clearly as if I were there. The eldest shaman, Trelak, returned first. The others came in line with him. They did not speak, did not even acknowledge they had returned to their village. The moved straight to the newly made home of Manav, and without a word entered it. Manav was startled by the sudden entrance, but was by no means afraid of them. He knew why they had left, and assumed they would return with news. It was there, in Manav's own home, that he came to possess the great Guardian of Terrene. The weapon required two of the shaman to carry it, but Manav seemed to be able to wield it as easily as a giant can wield a gnome's dagger. The sword's pommel changed the moment it was held by Manav. The shamans said that the pommel originally was that of a wolf's head. The moment that he touched the blade, the pommel's head transformed into that of the dire bear he had seen. The eldest shaman told Manav that while they were on the mountain, the spirit of the bear had appeared before them. The bear spirit had told them that Manav possessed the blessings of the spirit, and would be guarded by the bear. The spirit also demanded that the sword of Kelnae be handed to Manav. The bear spirit said that Kelnae had encountered Manav in the wilderness, and was moved by the strength, compassion, and faith of the man. Manav had helped the spirit of Kelnae, who was in the guise of a bear. It was Kelnae who summoned the dire bear, the Guardian. It was Kelnae who sought the Guardian's approval of Manav. And so the blade of Kelnae, the Guardian of Terrene, was given to Manav at Kelnae's own request. He was chosen by the warrior, approved by the spirit, and guided by spirit."[/color] [/sblock] Jynxx leaned back in his chair as his story ended, ordering a pint of ale as he did so. [color=blue]"And so my lady, it is not death that brings one to possess the sword, but life."[/color] [/QUOTE]
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