Lullaby of the Sword

[Ahnaom]

     A word from beyond
I rarely post my own RP. This is an exception. A worthy one, I might add. A story that has not been planned or intended. Neither dreamed or thought up. Everything that you will find here is true, authentic and spontaneous. A tale about the passions that inspire, lead and betray.

     Prologue
"Remember well, my child. Always look out for outsiders, they bring nothing but trouble. And so do the women. Need I add that an outsider women is always nothing but a double trouble?"
(Ahnaom's grandmother)

Raktami Herbal Hut
Millbat's body, so cold and silent. A scent of blood dancing with herbal aroma in the indoor air. Spirits whispering of an elder Tiger Claw that released his talons upon the young woman's flesh. She was just a  bypassing merchant, killed in the healing sanctuary of Raktam.

     Act I
“What know you of the will of those above, youngblood?”
(SofaKing)

Hut of Tiger Claw
Ahnaom strolls inside leaving the doors open to the busy village of Raktam. A gust of wind brings voices of children and laughing women into the shade of the hut. Ahnaom slowly walks towards Tiger Claw.
You say “Are you getting old and your eyes weary? Or are you getting senile and incapable of clear thought? Perhaps you should count the fungi before stuffing them in your hairy belly.”
You say “Your head seems to be spinning to other worlds after all these rituals.”
You scratch out what was carved there before.
You make a few practice scratches on the wall.
Ahnaom crosses out the fungi drawings on the wall on pauses, looking at Tiger Claw. "Whatever the case." He pauses. "I suggest you come to your senses in a timely manner."
You say “Raktam is welcoming all the peaceful traders. Lay your hands on another one and we shall have a big and lasting disagreement. Possibly involving the Court.”

Ahnaom draws a swift blade leaving a trail of blood on Tiger Claw's hand and shoulder.
You give a heavy sword to Tiger Claw. (NB: This wasn't intentional, I was tired after the day's work and angry. The purpose was to hit him once with a sword. A pair of misclicks can cost a lot sometimes)
Regaining your balance after what would have been a complete miss, you manage a glancing blow.
You attack Tiger Claw with a machete for 1 damage. They drop to 63 HP.
Ahnaom looks as the drop of blood slides down the sharp edge and dives between the wooden planks of the floor. Another gust of wind brings echoes of children laughter...

Tiger Claw looks up and Ahnaom and scowls.
Tiger Claw says “A few lessons for you. Firstly, respect your elders. Secondly, learn to respect those have been on this island and aiding the Royal Court long before you ever were.”
Tiger Claw says “Thirdly, peaceful outsiders are those without native kills. The pegleg who died today was sent to the ancestors because she has killed our kind.”
Tiger Claw says “And not this well. I do NOT respond to threats of any kind. I hunt who I choose when I choose.”
Tiger Claw says “Those outsiders who choose to enter the Royal Court throne room are safe from my blades. Those who go ANYWHERE else are my prey.”
Tiger Claw says “Attempt to dictate to me again and you will feel my wrath. I will kill you every day until the oceans rise to drown Mount Shartak.”
Tiger Claw says “The Royal Court rules in Raktam because it supports (and is supported by) the people of Raktam. It does not oppress the people of Raktam.”
Tiger Claw rocks back and forth, eyes staring into nothingness. He nods to unheard voices.
Tiger Claw says “Aaaah! I see... you desire the outsider female. You are attracted to her creamy white skin and excessive breasts.”
Tiger Claw reaches into a pack and takes out a roll of very fine, creamy leather.
Tiger Claw hands the roll to Ahnaom.
Tiger Claw says “There you are. I skinned her and cured the hide earlier today.”
Tiger Claw takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.
Tiger Claw says “All outsiders who deal with the Royal Court know that inside the throne room they are safe. Only if they are violent or by order of the Queen will they die there.”
Tiger Claw says “Outside the throne room there is no safety for outsiders. And there never will be.”
Tiger Claw fixes Ahnaom with an intense glare, the first time he has looked into the young man's face. He scowls.
Tiger Claw says “You don't have to be old to be wise. You do, however, have to understand a few simple things about the cycles of life.”
Tiger Claw says “Know this - men are more likely to be persuaded by reasoned argument than by aggression. Not all men, it is true.”
Tiger Claw says “However the words cost little and do not necessarily expose the speaker to consequences.”
Tiger Claw says “As a wise man once said, battles are often won before they are ever fought.”
Tiger Claw gazes off into the distance again in contemplative fashion.
Tiger Claw claps his hands together and blinding flash dazzles Ahnaom momentarily.
Tiger Claw says “You seek a powerful object that have used unwisely and without honour. Prove your worth in battle and prove your ability to act in concert with others.”
Tiger Claw says “Bring to me ink sac of a giant squid killed by your hand. When the spirits whisper that you have defeated the giant, then, and only then, will you regain that which you have lost.”
Tiger Claw says “On this you have my word. As you also have my word on our disagreement.”
Tiger Claw returns to his meditations. The audience is at an end.

Ahnaom listens carefully to the words of Tiger Claw. "You forget that I am a Raktamite first and only then a member of the Court."
You say “I pay my respect those who deserve it. Wisdom might not come with age as time comes with it. You have seen many days, you ought to know that.”
You say “For even the eldest and wisest are not without the gift and curse of humanity.”
You say “I hope our paths shall not cross again. Brotherly blood is bitter and dark. Should it come to that, it would be darkness without an end and without a remorse.”
You say “For now, know that the Queen has spoken. All merchants of the caravan are her guests and are allowed to walk free on this land. Do not touch any of them again.”

You say “I shall bring you the head of the squid and my apology for I have been wrong in raising a blade against my own kin.”
Ahnaom walks out of the hut.

[KingBiscuit]

OOC: This is good stuff!

[Ahnaom]

     Act II
"May the light of truth illuminate your path not yet traveled"
(Queen Monaliza)

Raktam Herbal Hut
An elder healer speaks. A young apprentice listens.

Nihlia says “I doubt most of our kin intended any harm with the paths they took with their lives. Ideals can become blurred after time, however, just as one tries to struggle for a cause and then...”
Nihlia says “...sees it face obstacle after obstacle, seemingly becoming harder and harder to achieve the longer you try. When a road of peace does not give quick results, many resort to...”
Nihlia says “...striking steel with steel, fooling themselves that contributing to the spiral of violence will do anything but perpetuate the reason for such actions in the first place.”
Nihlia says “To hate an enemy is easy, but leads nowhere. Forgiveness is at times a hard thing to push for, but is ultimately one of the only solutions to conflict there is.”
Nihlia says “Reason with those can listen to reason, and strike only at others without contempt in your heart. Many are blind to fight us in the first place, and so should be treated as spiritually lost souls...”
Nihlia says “Unable to choose a path of peace for their own delusions, some will do more harm when allowed to keep doing damage than when removed by our hunters.”
Nihlia says “But the heart of Raktam has never strived for conflict. If the youth of our people now speak in loud judgemental words, then they will soon be taught humility by the wild itself.”
Nihlia says “I myself once had so much ambition wishing to keep our village wise and safe that I one day wondered whether my own ideals would remain pure if I walked down a road of power and publicity.”
Nihlia says “Ultimately I chose silence. To think deeper on the mysteries of our island. To seek better understanding of the words of the ancestors. To await a time when again my knowledge would be needed.”
Nihlia says “But I am tired these days. Not as the old days, when I actively tried to argue for peace. Ahh, well. Generations change, I suppose.”
Nihlia uses a healing herb on you and restores 2 health.
Nihlia says “Still. Negative emotions are vapid and floating. Those who walk their road for long will only dig their spiritual graves. Only in spreading kindness and understanding to the blind can we make them see”
Nihlia says “As it is said: "An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind."”
Nihlia says “Ancestors grace be with us, my child. Never lose your faith in Raktam. Here the ground breathes with the lives of those who came before.”

You say “Your words have much wisdom. I found peace and clarity in them. Yet, they also brought me another question. ”
You say “What if we bury down all our blades and shields and stand with nothing but our empty palms? What if we greet those who aim to destroy us and things we have been standing for?”
You're carrying too much to be able to search. You need to drop or use something first.
You say “Wouldn't we perish and enforce this cycle of anger and brutality? ”
You say “But it is not the youth I am worried for. Those who proclaim themselves as elders and wise men seem to be different in the heart than you are.”
You say “They hide behind their long years, behind voices of the ancestors and skygods.”

Nihlia says “We've always needed hunters to protect ourselves, Ahnaom. Even before the time of rulers and the games of royalty close to here, we had many taking up arms against those who would harm us and refused”
Nihlia says “..to see reason. The warrior caste has always served a purpose. Even when all we fought was the wild around us, we needed hunters to protect our young and elderly against the beasts of the jungle.”
Nihlia says “True, once I was dedicated to the ideal total pacifism, but I've learnt too see the reason behind both an open palm and a closed fist.”
Nihlia says “You can't use reason to argue a point to a person that didn't use reason to arrive at their position. Either they find their way, with or without help, or they remain lost to us.”
Nihlia says “As for "pretenders"- those with loud words with little wisdom behind them: Either ignore or debunk their theories. Fighting words with words is easy when your opponent is a fraud.”
Nihlia says “Now, if they are delusional and wholeheartedly think they are right... Well, thats more dangerous. Still, most usually see through the surface to the madness below when it comes to their kind.”
Nihlia says “Some merely seek knowledge and have gotten lost looking for it. Them I can respect. They can still learn more, since they have not yet backed into a corner to defend their own ideas.”
Nihlia says “I think that answers your questions rather well... Feel free to mention if theres anything else. Its not like I'm going anywhere.”
Nihlia smiles

Ahnaom pauses listening to the movements of drying herbs. "Your words carry much wisdom. I shall think about what you have taught me today. Thank you, Nihlia."
Ahnaom nods before leaving the hut.

Crater of Wiksik
Waves of humid warmth pass through the thin yellow palm paper.

    My Queen,
    My King,

   Forgive me for leaving Raktam in a hurry. I did not have a chance to say farewell to either of you.
The tongue is your worst enemy, they say. And rarely to people pay attention to proverbs until they become real before our eyes. I have wronged and angered the spirits. And thus I have lost a weapon of great might and spirit, my sword.

   My journey starts here, in Wiksik. The quest for a giant sea monster known as kraken ir squid. I have been gathering rumours and reading necromancer scrolls about this beast. No enemy is dangerous unless it is shrouded in secrecy. Some days have passed and now I am familiar with their vicious moves, bitterness of ink and favourite lurking spots. I can almost smell their salty glittering tentacles. I see them in my dreams, during nights and days. I am ready now.

   Wiksik is indeed a village worth visiting. You should see the magnificent library of the Guild where wise scrolls whisper in the shadows of the dead. Or their fine poison darts that bring pain even when looking at them. You need to touch the still warm earth after the fall of the sky rock. And inside! The most magnicifent things are happening below the surface. A magical pool has been revealed, it gives one strength, muscles and joy. The spirits are generous to us, Royal Couple. I advise you to come and visit this arcane resort, lead by hero Flex. I wish I could see more of such magnificent places in Raktam, maybe we need to invite merchants, shamans and smart architects to renew our home.

   I am hoping to see you soon but it is clear this quest will lead me along very lengthy roads.
   Spirits of Raktam be with you both.

   A.

[Neil Tathers]

OOC: Nihlia is awesome.

[Ahnaom]

Act III
"There the spirits do not lurk any more. Far away from our village, in the long finger of jungle pointing to the Eastern waters. It is the country of the pale man. Will you go there?"
(Najdam, Life Shaman of Raktam)

Unknown island in the South East

You hear Grant Beacher's Ghost whisper “You a healer? Me too... only I also kill with my gift of fire.” with a slight accent.
Grant Beacher's Ghost looks south at the fire below and smiles. "Such warmth brings so much destruction. The irony of nature. It really is pretty though."
Grant Beacher's Ghost dances in the sand, and goes back to her search for driftwood. "Beware the land north of Durham, it shall be aflame soon."
Grant Beacher's Ghost does a rather crud curtsy and dashes back down the beach.
Ahnaom looks to the dancing flames in the south. "Indeed. Pretty it is."

New Haven

Ahnaom stands in the middle of the town, his legs covered in jugle dust and sea salt. The long unkempt hair has extended into a full beard on his young face.
Ahnaom nods to the each person around him and some grains of sand fall out of his long yet comfortable looking linen robes. He is about to open the mouth but retreats to search in his bag for something..
Ahnaom pulls out what appears to be a hand-copied palm paper scroll with some necromantic inscriptions on the front. There are a few doodles there as well that roughly remind you of a map.
Ahnaom quickly skims through the contents of the inner side of the scroll. It appears to be a rather sophisticated dictionary of outsider language. There is also a section for pirates, full of "Rrr".
You say “Greetings, people of New Haven. I am called Ahnaom by my brethren in the lands afar. I have travelled many moons and seen many coasts in hope to find a giant squid.” in the outsider language.
You say “I am a healer apprentice and sometimes a messenger to the Raktam royal family. Raktam is... (he thinks for a second) far. Beyond the sacred mountain. Many moons and jungles away.” in the outsider language.
You say “Right now I am on my own. And the path has brought me to this remarkable place. Could I stay here for some days and look around your village? I have never seen anything quite like it.” in the outsider language.
You say “I am not asking for a protection for not all outsiders are happy to see my kind in their lands. Just for a simple shelter.” in the outsider language.

Matey Cyadora says “welcome, Ahnaom!” with a slight accent.
Matey Cyadora says “sure you can hang here, we do have lots of beautiful coast line to enjoy.” with a slight accent.
Matey Cyadora says “even the Dunes to the south seem to harbor some nice turtle numbers..... finally. ” with a slight accent.
Matey Cyadora searches through her leather backpack, coming up empty-handed.
Matey Cyadora says “damn, outta rum. Well, have a crab instead!” with a slight accent.
Matey Cyadora gives you a crab.
Matey Cyadora says “crabs are like rum. If you play with them enough you will feel their pinch, and where you least expect it.” with a slight accent.
Matey Cyadora winks and wanders off to gather driftwood and plant more trees before she gets too drunk to walk.

You can't figure out how to use a crab.

***

Ahnaom stretches his legs near the campfire and takes a look at the group of pirates sitting around. "Do you mind me taking a rest here?"
Ahnaom curiously eyes the clothes. He smiles. "You look just like those pirates from Raktami stories. Only without horns, claws and no long winding tongues with spikes on them."
You say “Our villagers have a vivid imagination, I could say. But you can not blame them, with all the creatures and beasts around... On this island, in these lands. Nothing. Nothing is what it looks like.” in the outsider language.
You say “Oh, but excuse my manners. I am called Ahnaom. Come from a distant village, very far away. Not even the sound of our biggest drum can come here.” in the outsider language.

Matey Cyadora says “horns and claws indeed, Ahanom.” with a slight accent.
Matey Cyadora leans close to Ahnaom and whispers, loudly, "That is why we wear these big hats and leather gauntlets."
Matey Cyadora stands up and does her best feminine, girly-look. "My hair hides my horns quite well, argh?"

Mate Ozzy gives you a bottle of tasty berry wine.
Mate Ozzy says “Here enjoy some wine Ahnaom”

Ur-Zakunrun kills Mate Ozzy with a wooden club.
Ur-Zakunrun kills Matey Cyadora with a wooden club.

You attack Ur-Zakunrun with a machete for 3 damage. They die.

Ahnaom rushes towards Cookie Crusher and starts wrapping his bleeding wounds with soft leaves and some long, thin vines. "I think you were quite close to the spirits, elephant hunter."
You say “Keep them like that for a few days. You should be able to move freely, also animals don not really fancy those healing plants, so you should not get more attention from them than usual.” in the outsider language.
Ahnaom looks at the two sliced bodies near the smouldering campfire. "My two new friends and already gone". He kneels near Cyadora and brushes away her hair away from the embers.
Ahnaom 's hand seems to hesitate for a while but then slightly touches her head, just in the place where horns could be expected to be. Ahnaom chuckles "No, it looks like you have none."
Ahnaom eyes Cyadora carefully "But you are enchanted in some way, there is no doubt about that. There are some aroma spirits among your hair, no plant in the jungles eminates anything like that."
Ahnaom crosses the arms of both bodies on their chests. "Necromancers from the other side of the mountain do this to aid the spirit." He slightly bows before the deceased.

Solemn arrives on the scene, his sword bloody and his brow quirked at the sight of two dead bodies here. "Err...I'd reckon those were our gents?"
Solemn glances to the native, nodding carefully as the lack of blood upon the fellow puts the gentleman at ease. "Greetings, and welcome to New Haven."
Solemn says “Care to join, friend, or are you just passing by?” with a slight accent.
Solemn says “Regardless, feel free to stay about!” with a slight accent.
Solemn 's eyes widen as a practiced nose takes a whiff of foul murder on the wind, then notes the dark, sickly blood drooling off of Ahnaom's blade. "Ah, I see..."
Solemn inclines his head in a grateful nod to the new native to the settlement. "You've avenged an esteemed Havener. For that, I implore you to walk freely all throughout the peninsula!"
Solemn offers a vestige of New Haven to the fellow in thanks. "Wear this while you wander here, and you should gain any New Havener's support."
You have been invited to join the clan "Society of New Haven" by Solemn. If you accept, your clan will be changed immediately, or you could ignore the invitation and nothing will change. Accept invitation
Solemn also slips a small token of thanks into Ahaom's pocket. "And this is a treat representing my personal thanks."
Solemn gives you 10 gold coins.

Ahnaom nods to Solemn "I thank you for your warm welcome. This is the most peculiar and friendly town, indeed. The flesh eater was quick in murdering my new friends here, my blade barely caught him."
You say “I remember you guarding our wise and beautiful Raktami Queen. You have performed your duties well in those times, that makes me even more glad I could be of any use here.” in the outsider language.
You say “I am afraid I will not stay here as one of the... ummm.. (peaks into his dictionary scroll) cit.. citizens. But I will surely enjoy my time in this peninsula, just as I did up intil now. Thank you.” in the outsider language.
The campfire goes out. It looks like it may have run out of wood.

Solemn nods, his trademark broad grin gleaming beneath the brim of his ebon tophat. "My thanks for your memory's ounce of flattery, it goes a long way with me. I remember your smiling face there."
Solemn says “I wish nothing but the best for the Royal Court and all of Raktam's citizens. They were welcoming of me, so the least I may do is return that measure on my own stomping grounds.” with a slight accent.
Solemn says “Of course, when it comes to politics and war, that's a different story. But the least I can do is be a generous host!” with a slight accent.
Solemn says “I can understand why you'd not stay. I'm sure the prospect of being a mascot native is the least appealing notion possible, but we adore all visitors and peaceful guests.” with a slight accent.
Solemn tosses his head back and let loose a volley of raucous laughter. "But do wear it for some measure of peace, and send word by bat or parrot should you be hassled on our grounds!"
Solemn 's hand swats Ahnaom bodily across the shoulder. "Stay, drink, and find what you are looking for! You're always welcome here-abouts."

[Ahnaom]

Act IV
"Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?"
(Unknown outsider bard)

Dalpok Trading Hut

Tamdal Tak says, "Great, here's 1 healing herb for 2 of your gold coins"

Laurence Clarkson is speaking slowly and loudly
Laurence Clarkson says “Hello. My. Native. Friends. Do. You. Have. Any. Ethnic. Trinkets. To. Trade.” with a slight accent.
Laurence Clarkson says “I. Have. Big. Shiny. Discs. And. Beads.” with a slight accent.

Ahnaom rubs his ear "Greetings." He looks at the loud outsider for a minute then mubmles silently "Poor man must have weak ears. Traktan from our village was like this, almost deaf."
You say “He used to walk around screaming from the bottom of his belly, no bird dared to make a nest near Raktam in those days...” in the outsider language.
Ahnaom clears his throat "HI! OUTSIDER!" Points to himself "ALSO FRIEND". "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR? WHAT IS ETHNIC?"

Kikuya gasps in shock at Laurence Clarkson, then runs away.

Click Click kills Laurence Clarkson.
Carved on the wall is some writing in a strange language. It reads “Beware, white devils! Your kind are not welcome in this place. Begone! and do not return, for only death awaits you here.”


Citadel of Dalpoki Crownlands

Kikuya rises up at the feet of her Lord and bows to him before turning towards Ahnaom. A small smile is hidden as she nods to him and rushes, silently out of the door.
Kikuya enters quickly and bows low to Lord Vercingetorix.
Kikuya says “I have used all of the skulls and I still have some wood remaining.”

Ahnaom glances at Vercingetorix "It seems this lady here can see something about you I can not. Is she going to ascend to the throne as well? Dalpoki could use a feminine hand in their affairs."
You say “Or are you going to kick her into that institution.. how do you Dalpoki call it... a harem? I remember you had one in your older throne room.”
Ahnaom smiles and pulls out a small rune stone with tiny letters inscribed on it. He hands it to Kikuya "This is a present from Raktam. Remember it."
You whisper to Kikuya , “(it reads: "Your life is ending, one sand drop at a time")”

Junirn pulls a tiger claw out of his leg " machete none tiger one "

Kikuya  takes the gift from Ahnaom with great interest. She looks around and bends over to pickup a grain of sand on her pinky finger. Looking at it carefully, she stows it in a locket around her neck.
Kikuya tidies up a bit and scampers off to the herb hut.

Junirn  reads through an object, with white lengths of material and a rough outer shell " Anybody know what this is?, i found it next to a dead white man "
Kikuya  hears a strange sound and skampers off to see what it is.

monaliza enters the Citadel. Her many attendants file in and stand silently against the walls. Her traveling crates are left outside.
monaliza smiles to Ahnaom before addressing Vercingetorix.
monaliza says “good afternoon Vercingetorix. I see that Dalpok is treating you well.”
monaliza is illuminated by a bright beam of sun through the eastern window as she speaks. Her red and crimson draperies waft carelessly in the light breeze as she stands in the center of the room.
monaliza notices the seven empty thrones and decides to take a short sit in the westernmost one.
monaliza climbs the short, narrow steps and takes a seat. She looks quite comfortable even without the excessive pillowage she is accustomed to.
monaliza says “so, Vercingetorix, I see you have gained respect and followers. Your town is flourshing and your reputation seems to have mended itself.”
monaliza switches her view to Ahnaom.
monaliza says “here visiting, young Ahnaom? Are you observing how Dalpok operates? Or are you searching for a fitting bride?”
monaliza smiles and giggles softly to herself.
monaliza nods to Junirn, 'hello.'
monaliza says “as my time is limited here, I will thank you and be on my way. I have not been home in moon-phase and I long for the sweet nectar of my mangos. ”
monaliza stands up in her seat and looks down on the small crowd.
monaliza says “I am impressed, Vercingetorix. You have done well and I respect your hard work and obvious lineage.”
monaliza climbs down from the oversized granite throne and turns back to Vercingetorix.
monaliza says “may the Ancients bless your journey, both in the world and inside your own vessel. If you find yourself in need, you know where to find me.”
monaliza says “I officially recognize Vercingetorix as one of the Lords of Dalpok and I will inform my people to present themselves to you when they visit your lands.”
monaliza turns and gives a 'corrective' look to a young female attendant trying to capture the attention of the handsome Ahnaom.
monaliza says “I must return to my lands, but please accept this gift from me to you, Vercingetorix.”
monaliza says “I have found in more 'stressful' times that a gourd of poison berry wine can be quite helpful and even enjoyable.”
monaliza watches her senior attendant rush over to Vercingetorix and present him with a small and overly-ornate gourd of the strong brew.
monaliza says “now, I shall make my way back to Raktam.”
monaliza says “may power and strength be with you all.”
monaliza says “I do expect to see you soon, Ahnaom. When you are ready, of course.”
monaliza turns as gust of air forces its way in the door. The Queen leaves in a blustery haze of fire-red silks billowing around her. The sweet scent of coconut and mango fades as her attendants file out.

Ahnaom makes a slight bow before Vercingetorix "You and me, we have a short and quirky history. But for now I call you Lord of Dalpok."
You say “So... how about that harem?”

Ahnaom turns to Kikuya "Did you see our beautiful and wise Queen Monaliza? You should really come to Raktam one day. It is the most impressive and tranquil place on the other side of the Mountain."
Kikuya shakes her head no.
Kikuya says “but I did smell something unusual on my way in here earlier.”

Ahnaom takes a glance through the window where jungle leaves still rustle in the royal perfume. "You should see our Queen, young geisha." He squints at Vercingetorix and chuckles silently.
Ahnaom continues "There is an interesting story about him and Raktami Queen."
Ahnaom falls silent for a moment looking at the eyes of the young artist. "You have to learn so many things... And I doubt you can find answers in these pirate-ridden corners of the island..."
Ahnaom turns to Junirn. "Mmm... could you show me that thing you have picked from the dead outsider?"
Junirn turns to Ahnaom " I got rid of it.. i had no use of it.. "


Ahnaom holds his palms over the fire "Each time my feet bring me to this place I see and learn peculiar things. You Dalpoki eat different things, sharpen your machetes from the other side."
You say “Some curious and intriguing, some hideous and repulsive. Yet, I think we can learn a lot from each other. If we would be willing to. People rarely are, though...”
You say “The time has come for me to return to Raktam. I thank you for the hospitality.”
You say “Before I leave...”
Ahnaom pulls out a small round thing wrapped in purple linen cloth. "This is a present for you, Kikuya." He carefully extends both hands and slowly puts it into the palms of young geisha.
You say “Very fragile, hold it with care...”
Ahnaom takes one last look into the deep dark eyes of Kikuya. Then turns to Vercingetorix. "Farewell."
You say “May the Dalpoki ancestors and elders share their widsom with you and guard this place from troubles. Time will tell if you are a worthy ruler, Lord Vercingetorix.”

You give an Easter egg to Kikuya .
You whisper to Kikuya , “(As you slowly unwrap the cloth an oddly decorated egg reveals itself.)”
You whisper to Kikuya , “(You are about to start examining foreign decorative patterns and hundreds of colour shades when suddenly a thin transparent layer dettaches itself from the surface of the shell)”
You whisper to Kikuya , “It feels warm in your palms. Thin yet fairly strong material feels somewhat unnatural to the touch. The transparent thing sticks to your skin when you play with it curiously.)”
You whisper to Kikuya , “(Suddenly you see a few letters emerge near the corner where you have been holding the thing with your fingertips. It looks like a mix of berry ink and something else, you can not really tell.)”
You whisper to Kikuya , “(Your fist crumples the weird thing and after a few moments more letters emerge. Crudely written Raktami characters are falling together in a hurriedly written letter...)”
You whisper to Kikuya , “<Young Geisha, I need to speak with you before leaving Dalpok. With you alone. Do not fear, I have no ill intents towards you or Lord Vercingetorix.>”
You whisper to Kikuya , “<It is very important you find a seed of courage and a drop of trust in me. Let us meet in the hut nearby. SW. Please, come. A.>”

Ahnaom makes a small bow before Vercingetorix and leaves.

An abandoned hut nearby

Kikuya  says “you called me, Ahnaom.”
Kikuya bows.
Vercingetorix says “Our visitor has gone?”
Ahnaom frantically looks through the window before facing Kikuya "The time is running out." He approaches young geisha. "Your time."
Ahnaom getly touches the amulet with a sand drop trapped inside. "You are graceful and loyal. Finding beauty and purpose in serving others. I know, I can see."
You say “There is the Queen on the other side of the mountain. My Queen. The wise lady of all Raktami. Just as your lord, she watches over our village with a vigilant and gentle eye. ”
You say “Not so long ago she has married a distinguished shaman and completed the Court of Raktam with a rite of bounding. We are like one big family. And I am part of it. I serve them with all my heart.”
You say “And yet, yet... I can leave at any time. I am free to speak out my mind. The warriors walk proud and women are cheerful in my home.”
You say “I have travelled to many places. Raktam stands out in so many ways. It does not hold a smell of dried blood and death like Rakmogak.”
You say “People do not slaughter their own children for the throne, like in Wiksik. There are no pirates or lords who put young girls in cages, like wild beasts and then use them for their own amusement.”
You say “And yet. Yet we are free to come and go. That is the soul of Raktam, the aether of our life. And this, in my humble understanding, has brought us all the rest.”
You say “I am, however, still young. Mayhap there are things I have forgotten or did not notice in the first place. And I sure have a lot to learn. ”
You say “One thing is very clear though, you will find no such peace on the tired soil of Dalpok. The men here are cruel and brash. Your Lord has been enjoying constructing harems in the village.”
You say “He has been pulling young girls from their home to serve him in despicable ways. Vercingetorix also visited our village and treated the noble Queen, single and solitude at that time, like an animal. ”
You say “Oh, I do think he finds more respect for a tiger than for a little girl. He has paid dearly for that insult but blades do not change the nature of the man.”
You say “With a new throne being constructed I am sure you will have to endure all the horrors I have told now. Dalpoki need not the liberation from pirates, you are oppressed by your own hideous tyrannts. ”
You say “Your kimono patterns will fade out. The tranquil darkness of your gentle eyes will be flooded with pain. You will have to forget yourself, to abandon your soul and surrender your body.”
You say “And he, he will make you love it. You will embrace slavery as freedom, this filthy cage as your home. Kikuya, you are not the first. Nor the only one.”
You say “Time does not have to follow this path.”
You say “Leave with me now. Today.”
You say “You will lose every chain that holds you now and gain everything you lack today.”
You say “I posses no great kingdom, nor palace. I shall not give you orders nor demend obedience. I wish to see your music and dance flowing with free gusts of the wind. I want to see you cheerful and proud.”
You say “We will construct another Okiya for you. Or we could journey across the island bringing people your arts as precious gifts. ”
You say “I can lead you anywhere you want to be. I wish to make you a gift that is the most precious in nature. I want to set you free.”
Ahnaom extends his open palm "Will you leave with me today, young Kikuya?"

Kikuya  stands as still as a wall, in complete shock.
Kikuya uncharacteristically studders, " I, I dont' know what to say. This all comes as a surprise to me. I don't know how to answer you."
Kikuya lowers her head and stares at her feet.
Ahnaom smiles and puts a gentle kiss on Kikuya's forehead. "I will take this as a yes then. Gather your belongings, we are leaving Dalpok soon."
Kikuya says “but, but I can not.”
Kikuya says “I have taken the oath to serve My Lord.”
Kikuya says “even if my future is dark and full of pain, I can not go back on my word. My honor would be ruined.”
Kikuya holds back tears.
Vercingetorix strides into the hut, looking fierce.
Vercingetorix says “Ahnoum. What business do you have with my concubine?”
Kikuya looks as if she is shaking a bit.
Kikuya bows quickly to her Lord.
Kikuya says “I live to serve you and the Crownlands.”
Vercingetorix says “You are a guest in our village. A guest. I have not forgotten your scrutiny of my motivations when I courted your Queen. Your time here is at my discretion and pleasure.”
Kikuya says “Vercingetorix, My Lord, you are so strong. You are so adept that you can hear the slightest whisper within your realm.”
Vercingetorix frowns. "Eat of the mangoes. Fill your gourd with water. Take pleasure from the vista. But know where the line is in the sand.
Kikuya says “I live to serve you. My life is here. My heart is here. I am bound to your service.”
Kikuya bows again to Her Lord and stays low.
Vercingetorix says “Treachery has a certain rattle which even the most elderly can hear.”
Vercingetorix says “I will be raising this issue with your sovereign, Ahnaom. I think your time here in our village has come to an end.”
Kikuya says “I am but a humble concubine. To do my best is to live to my fullest potential as a respected servant to My Lord. His pleasure is my only and greatest reward.”
Kikuya stand back upright.
Vercingetorix says “Kikuya, please return to the Citadel. This Raktami seems to have picked up the habits of the outsiders in his travels. I would not have him chain you and drag you back to Raktam.”
Kikuya says “I will never stray from your side, Vercingetorix. I should be punished for leaving your hut. My shame will be my lesson. Your punishment is all I deserve. ”
Kikuya says “yes, Sir. Right away.”
Vercingetorix says “I do not know what is accepted practice in Raktam nowadays. Does the Royal Court condone this sort of behaviour?”
Kikuya quickly scurries back to the Citadel.
Vercingetorix says “When you return to Raktam, please ask your sovereign to send an envoy. We need to discuss this practice. ”
Vercingetorix snorts, turns, and walks out.

Citadel of Dalpoki Crownlands
Ahnaom enters the citadel holding a concealed sword in his hand. He turns to Vercingetorix "It was rather rude of you to interrupt. Not that you Dalpoki know much about manners and honour."
You say “My business with Kikuya is my own and does not concern you in the slightest. I bring no ill intent to Dalpok and as such I will go where I please and talk to whom I please.”
You say “And yes, I will watch your every move. And every foul mistake you make. For rulers have to earn their respect. So far you are not doing very well, I must add.”
You say “And should you have any issues with my behaviour here, why don't you walk to Raktam by yourself?”
Ahnaom turns to Kikuya "There is no outh that can break the freedom or take away life. But everyone gets what she deserves. You can not say one thing though. That you have not been warned."
Ahnaom bows to Kikuya, then to Vercingetorix and leaves the citadel in silence.

Daplok Herbal Hut
Ahnaom enters the hut looking a bit gloomy. He glances at Persephone and starts picking up dried herbs for the journey.

[Ahnaom]

Act V
"Stupid squid... come out already."
(Tired Ahnaom)

Raktam Herbal Hut
Redturtle  returns to normal after a spell of acting strangely.
Redturtle says “REDTURTLE LIVES AGAIN AND THE ISLAN IS REBORN!!!!! HURRAHH”

You say “Greetings, turtle shaman. Have you been gone for a long time?”
Redturtle  says “Why yes I have quite awhile the island fell while I was gone. It was most distressing. Im very pleased to see it has returned. ”

Ahnaom looks at RedTurtle with great confusion "Island fell, you say..." He looks at a couple of purple mushrooms just outside the medical hut and frowns.
You say “So... now that the island have returned. To all of us. A great joy this event brings... ummm. So now that you have an island to walk on again, you might consider visiting our noble Queen.”
You say “She might be worried about a missing membe... well, that island story you are carrying with you know.”

Redturtle  says “Who is the Queen now days? Is it till Humming Bird?”
Ahnaom opens his mouth to reply something but wonder grasps his face and kills all the words in an instant. He stares at Redturtle for a while with his lips parted.
Ahnaom finally gulps and asks the shaman very slowly "How... how long have you been away?"
Nihlia  says “Heh.”

monaliza  walks in and says quietly, "I will be in the Bath House for a few days."
monaliza nods respectfully and leaves. She takes one dried packet of herbs hanging by the door to heal her fresh tiger-clawed gashes.

You hear a cracking noise followed by a loud cheeping as a large egg carried by Nihlia hatches.
Ahnaom chuckles "A shargling". He looks at Nihlia with a gentle smile.
Ceiladah  says “It attacked me! ”
Ahnaom turns to Ceiladah "Yes, young visitor from Wiksik. These birds are known to be fierce. But they are far from lethal. And very beautiful. Our King admires them much."
Nihlia  says “I care little for royalty, though the shargles are proud creatures in their own right.”

You say “Redturtle, you can find our Queen in the Bathhouse, to the East of here. Be sure to pay her a visit.”
You say “I have to depart.”
Ahnaom nods to the busy people of the medical hut and steps outside.

Royal Bathhouse
Ahnaom 's silhouette appears in the thick ball of steam near the door. It bows.
You say “My Queen, I have to leave Raktam once more. There are matters that need to be settled before I can enjoy a longer rest in the shade of my home palms.”
You say “If you need any assitance in the meanwhile, just call me. You know how.”
Ahnaom bows again before stepping outside.


So many moons have passed I have already lost count. Two wars, endless footsteps in the jungle, unknown towns and villages. Miles of search in the waters that hug the island. And nothing. The waves remain still, the creature remains hideous. As if it was avoiding me. No more turning back, I will pull you out of the warm lair, you damned kraken. You can not run forever.

[Ahnaom]

Act VI
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,

Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

(Alfred, Lord Tennyson. A well-known Outsider bard. Heard from one of the kraken hunters.)

Northern shores of the island
You say “Greetings, Vlad of Dalpoki. I am Ahnaom from Raktam. I am carrying a burden to find and kill a squid with my own hands and have been looking for the beast for many suns and moons now.”
You say “Would you be so kind to leave us two in this mighty battle? If you would manage to stay away, I would be sure to reward you with sack of gold, not less than 100 coins inside.”

Vlad the Sureshot says “I really am just here to help. Though all I can help with is AP's and very limited HP's”
Vlad the Sureshot says “In fact, I'll try and die, just before you kill it, so you get an even better add-on to your kill list”
Vlad the Sureshot says “It's a god thing i ran into that place with free alcohol a while back on the beach”

You attack the giant squid with a heavy sword for 5 damage. It dies. You gain 153 XP.

You whisper to SillyLilyPily , “Here is a little something for your work...”
You give 100 gold coins to SillyLilyPily .

You whisper to Vlad the Sureshot , “As promised...”
You give 100 gold coins to Vlad the Sureshot .

SillyLilyPily cheers for Ahnaom, the giant squid killer.
Ahnaom hugs the wet LilyPily "Thank you, courageous Wiksik maiden. You have helped a stranger to accomplish a long and tedious quest."
You say “Come to Raktam any time, you will be welcomed there and treated as my friend.”
Ahnaom raises his hands leaving slimey fingerprints on the body of the young girl. "Oh.. o.. I am sorry. These squids... Spit this all over when under stress... oh my."
Ahnaom blushes a bit while frantically looking among the bags on his draft. He pulls out a dry clean linen cloth and hands to LilyPily.

Ahnaom nods "Farewell, my friends. Be safe on the road back home." He jumps on the soaked palm wood raft and slowly rowes to the shore.

Wiksik Trading Post
Ahnaom knocks on the steel carcass of GIR smiling as the peculiar sound travels inside his shell. "Greetings, my friend. Trading shiny things again?"

GIR says “Hello mister Ahnaom who is mah friend an i like! How are you? I have some fizzy pop that makes my throat go all gurgley would you like some?”
GIR gives you a bottle of beer.
GIR says “I have to go get some healey things now i will be in the hut where the healey things are found i hope you like your fizzy pop mister Ahnaom!”

Ahnaom smiles opening a funny outsider drink. The journey home is soon to be over.

Epilogue
"Drink the light, drink with passion and desperation. Follow your curiosity and your lust for that which is beyond reach. Become all you are to be. And show the way to the others. You are us now and we are you."
(Unknown)

Ahnaom slowly opens his heavy eye-lids. The dream has just crept into the sharp daylight with fragments of memories slowly merging together.
A poorly-kept road to Raktam, fast footsteps on the dusty jungle soil. An empty hut where the elder used to sit. Will he ever come back? Will the sword will? Some have gone with the spirits to descend back wiser, some have... an.. and that stranger. Before going back to the Court... what did he showed me? A long talk in the shaking shadows of the night. Those flames... what did he do to them? Or was it a her... Or? So bright, so warm. It is alive with thoughts, slowly filling me up.

Ahnaom slowly stands up on his shaking feet as if he hasn't used them before this day. He feels the waves of mind matter weaving countless dreams in his blood. Some of tattoos slowly curve into new shapes as the skin tone slowly fades away. He closes the eyes again, to recompose himself.
I remember elders speaking about journeys that have no end, that start like small whispers of wind and carry you through the roads unseen and unknown. Where the next turn is as unexpected as the very first steps. All part of this great symphony, a dance of life and death, of iron will and blind callings of the heart. Spiralling to the story of our own faith.

A lonely fly lazily crawls in the shadows of an empty elder hut.

[CyAdora]

((OOC- Ahnaom, this is really awesome!))

[Ahnaom]

The blade returns

Stone Witch Tavern
Tiger Claw shakes his head in sorrow at the sight before him.
Tiger Claw says “There was a time when mango beer was free to all natives.”
Tiger Claw says “Ho! Merchant! You will need this!”
Tiger Claw holds forth a gleaming ancient blade.
Tiger Claw gives you a heavy sword.
Tiger Claw vanishes into the night.

[Dani]

Act IV
You say “I have travelled to many places. Raktam stands out in so many ways. It does not hold a smell of dried blood and death like Rakmogak.”
You say “People do not slaughter their own children for the throne, like in Wiksik. There are no pirates or lords who put young girls in cages, like wild beasts and then use them for their own amusement.”
You say “And yet. Yet we are free to come and go. That is the soul of Raktam, the aether of our life. And this, in my humble understanding, has brought us all the rest.”

Mencken flips through the pages, sighs, sets them down. Bah, civilization is for chumps. In the course of this...historical romance, you insult one of your own Raktami warriors for the meaningless crime of removing a mere bourgeois peasant, kill my favourite of the dwarf cannibals (he really is quite pleasant when you get to know him), attempt to seduce the Lord of Nowhere's concubine, then pay 200 gc in bribes so you can have the pleasure of butchering a kraken for its ink sac. Why, it's the same barbarism practiced by King Arthur's merry men of Wiksik, just disguised under a veil of high-culture. Insufferable! But I did like the part with Nihlia in it. She was very kind to me during my first trip to Raktam when I was still young and naive.

OOC: Very good composition. I'd read the Vercingetorix sub-plot before in the Dalpok thread but I couldn't understand it because I didn't have all the pieces. I wish there were more narratives of this quality and organization.

[Ahnaom]

Ahnaom grins
Well well, not all is quite as you described. But youth is a vice that pass. Humanity is a weakness that can be avoided. This is all but a distant dream now. Time does not flow one way on this island. Never did.