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Message: <blockquote data-quote="I'm A Banana" data-source="post: 1432934" data-attributes="member: 2067">Kla'zir'tho"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, student, 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 nothing.""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.""Leave me now, student, 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 clank of their gears deep in his soul......his life had changed. Kla'zir'tho was an excile.</blockquote>

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