KaintheSeeker
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"I don't know, the city can have it's own style of beauty." She shrugged. "watching the patterns of folk going about their business." she smiles at the image.
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Exalted Champloo - Episode 1 - "Intolerance"
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Aenion
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Snow grinned as she stepped back outside into the sun and stretches her limbs as she'd been confined into a very small chamber for too long, "The city ... the wilds. It doesn't matter, as long as I am out of those sewers. The dead are always watching down there," she deftly unfolds a coolie hat and straps it on to shield herself from the glaring sun, "So which way do we head now?"
Shalimar
First Post
Aenion said:
"North East, we head North East along the coast, Both Yane and Chiaroscuro are on the coast so we should be able to avoid most of the worst of the desert's heat with sea-breezes. It should be no more then a week of travel, less if we were able to find a boat going in that direction. Its not part of Yane proper, its about a day closer to Chiaroscuro."
KentArnold
First Post
He wrapped up the blade of his weapon carefully, "I may not be a great storyteller, but I've always found that telling a story while on the road helps make the travel seem to take less time."
He adjusted his rucksack and started to tell the story about an ancient warrior from the First age called Vahn. It's obvious he's no storyteller as he speaks, but he does his best to try and give the story it's proper due.
He loosened his shirt, revealing that underneath his clothing, he wore a beautiful, and obviously very old, set of orichalcum chain. He pointed to the left armguard, where writing can be seen.
"Strength in the Right of Virtue." He read that for the benefit of those who can't read the archaic script.
He chuckled and covered the armor up, noting the whispers among the hired soldiers. Perhaps he could weave some of the truth about the Exalted into the tale about Vahn.
"Vahn ... was, despite popular belief, a woman, and not a man. This was a fact that few were aware of, save for her lovers of course; and despite her reputation as being virtuous and untouched, she was a passionate woman who lived her passions. Her origins speak strongly of that."
He smirked a bit at that, and then continued, "Most would have described Vahn as a very slender warrior, more inclined to skill than to demonstrations of raw might."
"She was a normal girl, a peasant, more skilled with animals than with the sword. That all changed when her family, and her farm was destroyed by marauders. She took up a suit of armor, this very suit if one is to believe the legends, which her father had earned in his youth, wrapped herself up quite well so as to conceal her gender, took up a blade from one of the dead marauders, and proceeded to head out to wage her own personal war of vengeance against the marauders."
He paused to take a sip of water, "One might wonder, if she was just a child seeking vengeance, what changed her into a name spoken of, even today, among certain tribes in the north, with great reverence?"
He grinned and looked at the cat-girl, "She ran into a horror, much like most townsfolk would consider any of the wyld-touched today. She came to realize that this horror, as perceived, was not as terrifying as was believed. He taught her much about the way of honor, dignity, respect, and of course about the truth of Creation. And of Oblivion."
"What became of her for the next ten years, only the northern tribes know about. But ... it is said that she fought against a true horror, and defeated it, but at the cost of her life."
He frowned, "Those who have read the Immaculate Texts have a differing story on her life at this point, but I speak of what the Tribals have told me."
"She returned, so her death was a falsehood. Though, there are many who say it was her child who took up her name, her armor, and was the one to inscribe this saying on her armor."
He shrugged, "The truth of course, cannot be certain. But ... whether the one who returned from the north was truly the mother, or her believed daughter, the way she lived remained the same. Valor, Honor, fighting for Creation, against Oblivion. As do we. In our own differing ways of course. I seek to gain knowledge so that it may not be lost, and can be used when needed. Each of us fights against Oblivion. Mortal and Exalt alike."
He took another healthy swig, and let them stew over the tale he'd just told.
OOC: Figure he tells this story, spreading it out over the course of several hours of travel, so as to make the trip more relaxing.
He adjusted his rucksack and started to tell the story about an ancient warrior from the First age called Vahn. It's obvious he's no storyteller as he speaks, but he does his best to try and give the story it's proper due.
He loosened his shirt, revealing that underneath his clothing, he wore a beautiful, and obviously very old, set of orichalcum chain. He pointed to the left armguard, where writing can be seen.
"Strength in the Right of Virtue." He read that for the benefit of those who can't read the archaic script.
He chuckled and covered the armor up, noting the whispers among the hired soldiers. Perhaps he could weave some of the truth about the Exalted into the tale about Vahn.
"Vahn ... was, despite popular belief, a woman, and not a man. This was a fact that few were aware of, save for her lovers of course; and despite her reputation as being virtuous and untouched, she was a passionate woman who lived her passions. Her origins speak strongly of that."
He smirked a bit at that, and then continued, "Most would have described Vahn as a very slender warrior, more inclined to skill than to demonstrations of raw might."
"She was a normal girl, a peasant, more skilled with animals than with the sword. That all changed when her family, and her farm was destroyed by marauders. She took up a suit of armor, this very suit if one is to believe the legends, which her father had earned in his youth, wrapped herself up quite well so as to conceal her gender, took up a blade from one of the dead marauders, and proceeded to head out to wage her own personal war of vengeance against the marauders."
He paused to take a sip of water, "One might wonder, if she was just a child seeking vengeance, what changed her into a name spoken of, even today, among certain tribes in the north, with great reverence?"
He grinned and looked at the cat-girl, "She ran into a horror, much like most townsfolk would consider any of the wyld-touched today. She came to realize that this horror, as perceived, was not as terrifying as was believed. He taught her much about the way of honor, dignity, respect, and of course about the truth of Creation. And of Oblivion."
"What became of her for the next ten years, only the northern tribes know about. But ... it is said that she fought against a true horror, and defeated it, but at the cost of her life."
He frowned, "Those who have read the Immaculate Texts have a differing story on her life at this point, but I speak of what the Tribals have told me."
"She returned, so her death was a falsehood. Though, there are many who say it was her child who took up her name, her armor, and was the one to inscribe this saying on her armor."
He shrugged, "The truth of course, cannot be certain. But ... whether the one who returned from the north was truly the mother, or her believed daughter, the way she lived remained the same. Valor, Honor, fighting for Creation, against Oblivion. As do we. In our own differing ways of course. I seek to gain knowledge so that it may not be lost, and can be used when needed. Each of us fights against Oblivion. Mortal and Exalt alike."
He took another healthy swig, and let them stew over the tale he'd just told.
OOC: Figure he tells this story, spreading it out over the course of several hours of travel, so as to make the trip more relaxing.
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
why do I feel bad about this 'meeting'?
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