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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Relenoir" data-source="post: 1610291" data-attributes="member: 20285">Greel: A popular game at the Kai monastery where young trainees toss an axe back and forth on opposing teams with the goal of throwing it into the opposite team's target.  It is only marginally approved of by their mentors, due to the dangerous nature of the game, but so far nobody has been seriously injured. As the three young Kai Lords make their way to the capital, Moon's Brand reflects on the events that led her here.After chastising herself for not thinking of an eloquent response to being chosen for this mission, like Dark Hawk did, she managed to catch up with him in the hall.  They agree to meet near the stables for a bit of swordplay if they are able to before Silver Wind shows up, then go to their separate dorms.  An adventure, finally! she thinks to herself as she arrives in her room.  This is the day she had been waiting for since she was a child.  She quickly, but flawlessly, makes her bed up, takes care to clean up her area for a perfect score on inspection, then picks up her backpack and slings it over her shoulder.  She has kept it ready, knowing sooner or later this day would come, and left it stocked with fresh meals.  She fills her waterskin, then goes in search of her father.She finds him where she expected.  He is on the range, teaching archery to neophytes as he had once done for her.  "Master Deer Stalker, I just wanted to let you know I've been chosen for my first mission and won't be around for a bit, so I won't be able to help oil and polish the bows for a while," she says.  Not that he wouldn't find out anyway, in case he doesn't already know, but this is her way of saying goodbye for now.  With a warm wishing of good luck, she turns, adjusts her Kai cloak under the weight of the pack, and heads to the courtyard to meet Dark Hawk for some sparring.  After several minutes, and a second request for a game of greel, she and Dark Hawk end their sparring session and she begins to redistribute some of her belongings to the saddlebags on the horse she'll be riding.  She is making the finishing touches touches on securing the horse feed when Dark Hawk returns, followed a moment later by Silver Wind.  After fond greetings all around, they saddled up and hit the road."Strange, getting the royal treatment like this, agreed?  I'm certainly not used to it!" she calls to her comrades as they ride down the streets of Holmgard.  "At least they help make it obvious which way we're supposed to be going.  I've never been to the castle before, and the last time I was in Holmgard I was only about five."  She remembers the day fondly; it had been summer, and her mother and her had strolled through the various street markets.  One merchant recognized her, despite not being in uniform, and offerred her several pieces of fruit.  After several kind refusals, she finally gave in, and they ate the larnuma fruit together.  As they went to leave, a scar-faced man had tried to rob them of their horse at knifepoint.  Coiled Serpent had taken the man's knife, clubbed him over the head with the blunt end, and left him unconscious in the street for the town guard, who she then called over.  Moon's Brand had been amazed with the way her mother had dispensed with the ruffian.  That day, she had thought her parents were invincible.  If only she'd been right. . .A single tear made its way down her left cheek.  "Stupid road-dust.  Always makes my eyes water!  Looks like we're almost there, here's the citadel guard station."</blockquote>

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