Welcome! I am Noldodan Taurnaina, chronicler of these tales of my ancestors. They begin around 4000 BC, the beginning of history itself.
We enter our story a few years after Nambanoldo and Poldohtar joined the Jade Commandoes. Nambanoldo is in Noval Gontsky's hut, with a sullen, hollow look to his eyes, waiting for the aging Warlord to enter, which he does presently.
Noval: Namba! What is wrong? Did one of your projects break?
Namba: Well... Sort of... You see... (He loses his concentrations and breaks out into sobbing)
Noval, walking around behind Namba in a paternal way: What? What happened?
Namba: Well... You know that "raft" that I was building by the lake? (Noval nods) Well, Poldohtar had an idea: why not use it for fishing? You know how much he liked fishing. Well, I saw him go out and... He just kept going, and shouting to me... Then the raft sank, and so did he... I kept on calling and calling, but he never came up... (He begins sobbing again)
Noval: So that's why you called me in here... And so soon after your father's death...
FLASHBACK TIME!
(The scene changes to a larger, somewhat grander hut. Nambanoldo is kneeling beside the only furniture in the room, a bed with a dying man in it...)
Perianoldo: Son... I am dying... My only wish... (He takes a deep, wheezy breath) My last wish... Is that you will head the scholars... However few there may be...
Nambanoldo: But I am not a scholar! I only have the skill with my hands! I cannot direct our people's science! Dad! Dad! Don't die...
Back to the "present"
Namba: Yes. I... cannot continue with my inventing. I will retire, and raise what family I may with Vanyalinte...
Noval: Well. I am sorry to see you go, but I understand. But Could you come in from time to time to help our new inventors?
Nambo, giving Noval a wry smile: Of course I can. Now, with your leave
Noval: Of course. You may go. And if either you or Vanyalinte ever need, anything, you know where to come. (Nambo leaves the hut, gestures Vanyalinte to come, and exits the camp.)
We enter our story a few years after Nambanoldo and Poldohtar joined the Jade Commandoes. Nambanoldo is in Noval Gontsky's hut, with a sullen, hollow look to his eyes, waiting for the aging Warlord to enter, which he does presently.
Noval: Namba! What is wrong? Did one of your projects break?
Namba: Well... Sort of... You see... (He loses his concentrations and breaks out into sobbing)
Noval, walking around behind Namba in a paternal way: What? What happened?
Namba: Well... You know that "raft" that I was building by the lake? (Noval nods) Well, Poldohtar had an idea: why not use it for fishing? You know how much he liked fishing. Well, I saw him go out and... He just kept going, and shouting to me... Then the raft sank, and so did he... I kept on calling and calling, but he never came up... (He begins sobbing again)
Noval: So that's why you called me in here... And so soon after your father's death...
FLASHBACK TIME!
(The scene changes to a larger, somewhat grander hut. Nambanoldo is kneeling beside the only furniture in the room, a bed with a dying man in it...)
Perianoldo: Son... I am dying... My only wish... (He takes a deep, wheezy breath) My last wish... Is that you will head the scholars... However few there may be...
Nambanoldo: But I am not a scholar! I only have the skill with my hands! I cannot direct our people's science! Dad! Dad! Don't die...
Back to the "present"
Namba: Yes. I... cannot continue with my inventing. I will retire, and raise what family I may with Vanyalinte...
Noval: Well. I am sorry to see you go, but I understand. But Could you come in from time to time to help our new inventors?
Nambo, giving Noval a wry smile: Of course I can. Now, with your leave
Noval: Of course. You may go. And if either you or Vanyalinte ever need, anything, you know where to come. (Nambo leaves the hut, gestures Vanyalinte to come, and exits the camp.)