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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 2852919" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Kamakawiwo – Chapter Nine – Night streams – No screams </p><p></p><p> I greeted Pukana la with a smile as I sat on a small pohaku, 'a, 'ala, watching its bright rays slip up from the ocean and through the mountains before shining down on me on my rock, my knife in hand, carving four more visages into my tiki stick to commemorate and honor the lessons learned by the bullies the night before. A few more weeks, and perhaps it would be finished, or at least, it would achieve balance. It still felt slightly off when I swung it at bullies’ heads. </p><p> Talar spent his evening under the flowing waters of an unnamed kahawai, and he too rose to meet the face of rising Pukana. The soft gurgling of the warm waters gave the waking birds and insects in the lush vegetation a softer, soothing beat that lulled Akowa-ke, Hiapo Pua, and Kai’lei from their peaceful slumbers. They also, perhaps, heard the warm sizzle of bacon on my early-morning cooking fire, which I had kept well tended since the first rays of light pierced the cool blue waters. I briefly worried that there would not be enough bacon for all if our journey from town lasted much longer, but my worries, as always, turned out to be unfounded. </p><p>Akowa-ke looked particularly red-eyed, having spent much of the night scribbling those strange symbols on his scrolls. </p><p>After a warm breakfast, we set out to resume our search. Talar quickly found the trail again of our poor, misguided bully on the run. </p><p></p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Ten – Providence smiles down upon the bacon-less</p><p></p><p> Walking through the green ferns and purple morning flowers, Talar suddenly paused and motioned for us to stop and listen. Akowa-ke asked, “did you hear that?” I stopped and listened and heard grunting and shuffling noises off the trail I blazed and then I raised my nose in query. “I smell bacon,” I said optimistically, and broke into a wide grin.</p><p> Then three large, wild boars ran forth from the underbrush and toward us. Kai’lei let loose an arrow, careful, I hoped, not to damage too much the source of our future breakfasts. </p><p> The boars threatened to harm my friends, and so I stood in front, my massive bulk absorbing great punishment as their sharp tusks and razored fangs attempted to rend my flesh. I swung my large tiki trunk into their thick skulls again and again, tenderizing the meat for our future consumption. In my haste and concern for my friends, I smashed a few too hard, making a bloody, greasy mess out of several of the boars. But I still smiled at the result – my friends were safe and now I had ample stock to grease my pan for the next great meal. </p><p> We continued on the trail, finally coming to a small hut hidden beneath the lush foliage, its roof home to several brightly colored birds and their tiny families of chicks, learning their way in the world. Akowa-ke motioned for caution and crept around its outer edges, looking for signs of life or ambush. I admired the birds on the roof and looked around for any suitable snacks for my friends, finding several lovely, thick kalusha fruits, ripe and ready to burst with each juicy bite in my mouth. </p><p> </p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Eleven – Huts and bugs and parts, oh my</p><p> </p><p> Akowa-ke found nothing outside, and so he fiddled with the lock in that way of his, opening the door to our inspection. I looked through the open door for any signs of our bully. No one was there. </p><p> Inside, we found a ledger of some sort, detailing activities only a bully would revel in, and eventually finding a trapdoor in the floor leading to rooms below. I wondered if that was where they kept all of their food, because I saw scant evidence of enough for a healthy, growing lass to live on in the rooms above. I did find a large bed, which creaked when I sat upon it, but did not break. I wondered what wonderous materials it must have been constructed from to hold my girth and mass so easily. </p><p> The room below had many strange “expery-ments” and tests, from what my friends told me. I did not and do not know what that means, but it did not sound good. Crawling all over the floor, amidst many jars of food, were tiny bug-like creations with multiple eyes and limbs. We took great care not to disturb them, searching the room for clues of recent bullying. Someone found another hidden door. Apparently bullies, in their mistreatment of others, assume they will be mistreated as well, so they feel the need to hide. I added another important lesson to teach the bullies of the island. When you are not a bully, you need not fear those around you. They will have nothing but warm smiles and shared bacon for you.</p><p> We also found many small and large worms living on the floor of the room beyond. I found a spatula and a frying pan that Kai’lei informed me was of a magical nature. I could have told her that. I think there is a little big of magic in all frying pans, especially when they are sizzling with the sweet smell of bacon. </p><p> Through yet another hidden door, we found more trouble. This room was truly disturbing to me. Bullies of ages past, all in pieces, all still moving, groaning, clawing their way across the dirt floor. Hiapo Pua shouted “zombie pieces” and I made not of that in my bully log. We formed a ring of protection for our weak and I proceeded to bash and smash the poor remains of the bully pieces until hardly one remained. Kai’lei turned several away with the power of her faith, something I watched in wonder. </p><p> What was most wonderous and sad of all was the bully that greeted us, a misshapen man, deformed, hunched over on his own bad-tiki staff, slinging strange bully magic at us as we fought off the pieces all around us. And suddenly I understood. This deformed man, he was bullied for his strange appearance. And this bullying of him led to his bullying of others. The chain of bullying must be stopped! I swung my tiki down hard upon his head, snapping the chain with a sickening crunch of flesh and bone marrow. Which reminded me of just how sweet and tasty marrow can be, though of course, one should never eat the marrow of a person. But it is an important part of any diet. One can never stress enough the importance of food. It is how one shows love. I vowed to bring food back to my Kuuipo. </p><p></p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twelve – Bully behind the alter</p><p></p><p> Through the door of yet another cellar room, we found a place dedicated to a bully altar. And, appropriately enough, behind the bully altar was the bully of our search, Lena, huddling and hiding. I explained to her that she would not have needed to hide had she not been a bully. I asked her, “why are you a bully?” She said it was because of her brother – not the one she bullied to death, but the one I bashed in the room next door. She did not take responsibility for her bullying, and that made me sad. </p><p> We found a few other scrolls of interest to my friends, and of course, we had the frying pan, which I found could cook as the best frying pan ever could, only without having to build a fire. We could have bacon within short moments, or even while we walked! I could make bacon in a tree, on the trail, or even swimming in the water. I contemplated what great new, fresh sea-food meals I could conjure while wading out into the surf. </p><p> We brought Lena back to justice, for which the constable was grateful. She paid us 500 pieces of gold for finding her and another 500 for bringing her back for trial. They said she was the first bully/murderer on the island in 50 years. And I wondered – is this recent surge in bullying, is this what led to my father’s disappearance? It simply could not be unrelated. I knew there was more to it. I would find out. </p><p> </p><p> Kamakawiwo – Chapter Thirteen – Justice by Pele, An Inn for us</p><p></p><p> Because we had found Lena and returned her, we were granted all of her former property, including her inn. We quickly found a man named Makai, of middle years, who would run it for us, leaving enough rooms for our use when we needed them. For Talar, there were three rooms that had the river diverted through their lower tiers, leaving him and his sea-elf kind a place to sleep and rejuvenate. </p><p> Lena was tried and found guilty of bullying her brother to his end,a nd she was led to the slopes of Pele, to be cast into its swirling lava as a sacrifice to keep Jorami quiet and justice well fed. </p><p> As the days of those events unfolded, I made the final touches of work on my tiki stick, what my friends called a tree-trunk, and what I called my masterpiece, or masterwork, the symbol of my life’s quest to end the bullying on the island. I held it up proudly in front of me and showed it off to my Kuuipo and her father. He seemed cool to me, but she did join me for a private dinner at the inn and I told her all about the adventures of the previous days. I smiled broadly at them both and bade them to enjoy the goodness in life as I sizzled up some bacon for them at our table with my pan of magic frying. Ola, life, was good to me. Two less bullies on the island tonight.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 2852919, member: 939"] Kamakawiwo – Chapter Nine – Night streams – No screams I greeted Pukana la with a smile as I sat on a small pohaku, 'a, 'ala, watching its bright rays slip up from the ocean and through the mountains before shining down on me on my rock, my knife in hand, carving four more visages into my tiki stick to commemorate and honor the lessons learned by the bullies the night before. A few more weeks, and perhaps it would be finished, or at least, it would achieve balance. It still felt slightly off when I swung it at bullies’ heads. Talar spent his evening under the flowing waters of an unnamed kahawai, and he too rose to meet the face of rising Pukana. The soft gurgling of the warm waters gave the waking birds and insects in the lush vegetation a softer, soothing beat that lulled Akowa-ke, Hiapo Pua, and Kai’lei from their peaceful slumbers. They also, perhaps, heard the warm sizzle of bacon on my early-morning cooking fire, which I had kept well tended since the first rays of light pierced the cool blue waters. I briefly worried that there would not be enough bacon for all if our journey from town lasted much longer, but my worries, as always, turned out to be unfounded. Akowa-ke looked particularly red-eyed, having spent much of the night scribbling those strange symbols on his scrolls. After a warm breakfast, we set out to resume our search. Talar quickly found the trail again of our poor, misguided bully on the run. Kamakawiwo – Chapter Ten – Providence smiles down upon the bacon-less Walking through the green ferns and purple morning flowers, Talar suddenly paused and motioned for us to stop and listen. Akowa-ke asked, “did you hear that?” I stopped and listened and heard grunting and shuffling noises off the trail I blazed and then I raised my nose in query. “I smell bacon,” I said optimistically, and broke into a wide grin. Then three large, wild boars ran forth from the underbrush and toward us. Kai’lei let loose an arrow, careful, I hoped, not to damage too much the source of our future breakfasts. The boars threatened to harm my friends, and so I stood in front, my massive bulk absorbing great punishment as their sharp tusks and razored fangs attempted to rend my flesh. I swung my large tiki trunk into their thick skulls again and again, tenderizing the meat for our future consumption. In my haste and concern for my friends, I smashed a few too hard, making a bloody, greasy mess out of several of the boars. But I still smiled at the result – my friends were safe and now I had ample stock to grease my pan for the next great meal. We continued on the trail, finally coming to a small hut hidden beneath the lush foliage, its roof home to several brightly colored birds and their tiny families of chicks, learning their way in the world. Akowa-ke motioned for caution and crept around its outer edges, looking for signs of life or ambush. I admired the birds on the roof and looked around for any suitable snacks for my friends, finding several lovely, thick kalusha fruits, ripe and ready to burst with each juicy bite in my mouth. Kamakawiwo – Chapter Eleven – Huts and bugs and parts, oh my Akowa-ke found nothing outside, and so he fiddled with the lock in that way of his, opening the door to our inspection. I looked through the open door for any signs of our bully. No one was there. Inside, we found a ledger of some sort, detailing activities only a bully would revel in, and eventually finding a trapdoor in the floor leading to rooms below. I wondered if that was where they kept all of their food, because I saw scant evidence of enough for a healthy, growing lass to live on in the rooms above. I did find a large bed, which creaked when I sat upon it, but did not break. I wondered what wonderous materials it must have been constructed from to hold my girth and mass so easily. The room below had many strange “expery-ments” and tests, from what my friends told me. I did not and do not know what that means, but it did not sound good. Crawling all over the floor, amidst many jars of food, were tiny bug-like creations with multiple eyes and limbs. We took great care not to disturb them, searching the room for clues of recent bullying. Someone found another hidden door. Apparently bullies, in their mistreatment of others, assume they will be mistreated as well, so they feel the need to hide. I added another important lesson to teach the bullies of the island. When you are not a bully, you need not fear those around you. They will have nothing but warm smiles and shared bacon for you. We also found many small and large worms living on the floor of the room beyond. I found a spatula and a frying pan that Kai’lei informed me was of a magical nature. I could have told her that. I think there is a little big of magic in all frying pans, especially when they are sizzling with the sweet smell of bacon. Through yet another hidden door, we found more trouble. This room was truly disturbing to me. Bullies of ages past, all in pieces, all still moving, groaning, clawing their way across the dirt floor. Hiapo Pua shouted “zombie pieces” and I made not of that in my bully log. We formed a ring of protection for our weak and I proceeded to bash and smash the poor remains of the bully pieces until hardly one remained. Kai’lei turned several away with the power of her faith, something I watched in wonder. What was most wonderous and sad of all was the bully that greeted us, a misshapen man, deformed, hunched over on his own bad-tiki staff, slinging strange bully magic at us as we fought off the pieces all around us. And suddenly I understood. This deformed man, he was bullied for his strange appearance. And this bullying of him led to his bullying of others. The chain of bullying must be stopped! I swung my tiki down hard upon his head, snapping the chain with a sickening crunch of flesh and bone marrow. Which reminded me of just how sweet and tasty marrow can be, though of course, one should never eat the marrow of a person. But it is an important part of any diet. One can never stress enough the importance of food. It is how one shows love. I vowed to bring food back to my Kuuipo. Kamakawiwo – Chapter Twelve – Bully behind the alter Through the door of yet another cellar room, we found a place dedicated to a bully altar. And, appropriately enough, behind the bully altar was the bully of our search, Lena, huddling and hiding. I explained to her that she would not have needed to hide had she not been a bully. I asked her, “why are you a bully?” She said it was because of her brother – not the one she bullied to death, but the one I bashed in the room next door. She did not take responsibility for her bullying, and that made me sad. We found a few other scrolls of interest to my friends, and of course, we had the frying pan, which I found could cook as the best frying pan ever could, only without having to build a fire. We could have bacon within short moments, or even while we walked! I could make bacon in a tree, on the trail, or even swimming in the water. I contemplated what great new, fresh sea-food meals I could conjure while wading out into the surf. We brought Lena back to justice, for which the constable was grateful. She paid us 500 pieces of gold for finding her and another 500 for bringing her back for trial. They said she was the first bully/murderer on the island in 50 years. And I wondered – is this recent surge in bullying, is this what led to my father’s disappearance? It simply could not be unrelated. I knew there was more to it. I would find out. Kamakawiwo – Chapter Thirteen – Justice by Pele, An Inn for us Because we had found Lena and returned her, we were granted all of her former property, including her inn. We quickly found a man named Makai, of middle years, who would run it for us, leaving enough rooms for our use when we needed them. For Talar, there were three rooms that had the river diverted through their lower tiers, leaving him and his sea-elf kind a place to sleep and rejuvenate. Lena was tried and found guilty of bullying her brother to his end,a nd she was led to the slopes of Pele, to be cast into its swirling lava as a sacrifice to keep Jorami quiet and justice well fed. As the days of those events unfolded, I made the final touches of work on my tiki stick, what my friends called a tree-trunk, and what I called my masterpiece, or masterwork, the symbol of my life’s quest to end the bullying on the island. I held it up proudly in front of me and showed it off to my Kuuipo and her father. He seemed cool to me, but she did join me for a private dinner at the inn and I told her all about the adventures of the previous days. I smiled broadly at them both and bade them to enjoy the goodness in life as I sizzled up some bacon for them at our table with my pan of magic frying. Ola, life, was good to me. Two less bullies on the island tonight. [/QUOTE]
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