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<blockquote data-quote="I'm A Banana" data-source="post: 1432934" data-attributes="member: 2067"><p><strong>Kla'zir'tho</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"You summoned me, Teacher?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Kla'zir'tho shuddered at the sound of his own name, echoing through the cavernous monestary hall. Master Imon'ik'zer was watching. He shouldn't be timid. But he couldn't help it. Perhaps finally, after helping man the battlements at the recent battle with the slaad, he'd get the recognition he so richly deserved. Twelve years, had he served under Imon'ik'zer, ever since finding his way here through the soup of Limbo, remarkably uncovering the Githzerai monestary instead of a slaad hunting party. He was joyful, that day, and it was his last day of joy for twelve hard, unforgiving years. He was now a monk, one of the best in the school, though the school was for novices. Twelve years, and he hadn't advanced in rank once. Twelve loyal years, and he could not solve the riddles presented to him. It was his final requirement. It was said often of him that his physical power had exceeded his mental acuity...and that annoyed him...a lot...he longed to prove them wrong.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Yes, Kla'zir, please, enter."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The aged voice spoke with a power, and Kla'zir'tho, twelfth-year first-rank, responded with fear. He entered, attempting bravery, shuffling his feet.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"It is your thirteenth year soon, is it not?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Yes sir...in one week, sir..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"One week....and you have not been created..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Sir?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"I want you to go, Kla'zir. Leave this place."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Yessir, I shall leave you in peace."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"No, <em>student,</em> not in peace, I meant leave. Leave this room, leave this building, leave this monestary, leave this plane. And do not return."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Sir? Sir, please, have mercy! I have been trying so hard..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Thirteen years, Kla'zir, have I taught you, and you have learned nothing. Begone."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Sir, please, no! You can't do this! You can't throw me out there, into the soup, with <em>nothing</em>."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"I have already given you thirteen years of my life, student, and that is more than I have spent with even the slowest. But I will not loose you with nothing. I will give you one thing. A key back into this monestary, and into the tradition of the Githzerai again. Answer for me one question, and you will be welcomed back: Tell me, student. Tell me how one can have freedom as a slave. Tell me, and you will be increased in rank."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"But...but....it is impossible, Teacher. There is no freedom as a slave!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Leave me, Kla'zir."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Teacher, please, be reasonable."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"<strong>Leave me now, student</strong>, lest I call the guard and have you evicted. You are trespassing, now."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Teacher!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Guards!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Instantly, the double doors behind him swung open, revealing a sliver of light from the hallway that fell accross his monk's garmant. Two guards, higher rank than he, seized him, and started dragging him away. He didn't struggle, or protest, other than mubling "teacher....teacher..." in shock. He let himself be dragged out of the room, out of the monestary, out of the settlement, and into the soup. As the doors shut in front of him, he felt the heavy <em>clank</em> of their gears deep in his soul...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">...his life had changed. Kla'zir'tho was an excile.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="I'm A Banana, post: 1432934, member: 2067"] [b]Kla'zir'tho[/b] [FONT=Times New Roman] "You summoned me, Teacher?" Kla'zir'tho shuddered at the sound of his own name, echoing through the cavernous monestary hall. Master Imon'ik'zer was watching. He shouldn't be timid. But he couldn't help it. Perhaps finally, after helping man the battlements at the recent battle with the slaad, he'd get the recognition he so richly deserved. Twelve years, had he served under Imon'ik'zer, ever since finding his way here through the soup of Limbo, remarkably uncovering the Githzerai monestary instead of a slaad hunting party. He was joyful, that day, and it was his last day of joy for twelve hard, unforgiving years. He was now a monk, one of the best in the school, though the school was for novices. Twelve years, and he hadn't advanced in rank once. Twelve loyal years, and he could not solve the riddles presented to him. It was his final requirement. It was said often of him that his physical power had exceeded his mental acuity...and that annoyed him...a lot...he longed to prove them wrong. "Yes, Kla'zir, please, enter." The aged voice spoke with a power, and Kla'zir'tho, twelfth-year first-rank, responded with fear. He entered, attempting bravery, shuffling his feet. "It is your thirteenth year soon, is it not?" "Yes sir...in one week, sir..." "One week....and you have not been created..." "Sir?" "I want you to go, Kla'zir. Leave this place." "Yessir, I shall leave you in peace." "No, [I]student,[/I] not in peace, I meant leave. Leave this room, leave this building, leave this monestary, leave this plane. And do not return." "Sir? Sir, please, have mercy! I have been trying so hard..." "Thirteen years, Kla'zir, have I taught you, and you have learned nothing. Begone." "Sir, please, no! You can't do this! You can't throw me out there, into the soup, with [I]nothing[/I]." "I have already given you thirteen years of my life, student, and that is more than I have spent with even the slowest. But I will not loose you with nothing. I will give you one thing. A key back into this monestary, and into the tradition of the Githzerai again. Answer for me one question, and you will be welcomed back: Tell me, student. Tell me how one can have freedom as a slave. Tell me, and you will be increased in rank." "But...but....it is impossible, Teacher. There is no freedom as a slave!" "Leave me, Kla'zir." "Teacher, please, be reasonable." "[B]Leave me now, student[/B], lest I call the guard and have you evicted. You are trespassing, now." "Teacher!" "Guards!" Instantly, the double doors behind him swung open, revealing a sliver of light from the hallway that fell accross his monk's garmant. Two guards, higher rank than he, seized him, and started dragging him away. He didn't struggle, or protest, other than mubling "teacher....teacher..." in shock. He let himself be dragged out of the room, out of the monestary, out of the settlement, and into the soup. As the doors shut in front of him, he felt the heavy [I]clank[/I] of their gears deep in his soul... ...his life had changed. Kla'zir'tho was an excile. [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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