Discovery NES I: Bethel

[Megaman_zx]

I didn't know we were pressed for orders. they're sent.

my story won't come out till i know where i am.

 

[Dance.Down]

Orders due next Sunday (busy week for me this coming week).


Megaman, you're not pressed for orders, you were pressed for e-mail. Now that I have it I'll send your exact stats so you can grasp your situation better.


Remember, ask questions!

EDIT: I am a damn good speller when drunk off my ass.

 

[Megaman_zx]

never mind then, i'll send new orders, now that you can send me my stuff. thx

 

[Dance.Down]

Sent your stats, Megaman.

 

[Megaman_zx]

Story

[SPOILER="Mahk'shad's past part I]He was born with a different name, one that had probably run in his family for years. He grew up in one of the skelle’s northern villages, raised as would any other skelle. He was particularly skilled at singing the ancient skelle songs, and was eventually apprenticed to a bard. Due to his talent, he was chosen to witness the great war between the free clans of Skelle, and the empire of Kherballa. He stood amongst the soldiers, an axe in his hand. He surveyed the army before him, proud of his race. Across the battlefield, the desert warriors of Kherbala sat atop their steeds, silent in their pride. The battle was short, more like a massacre, the skelle army was obliterated, and the few who surrendered were enslaved.

A young Skelle rebel was dragged out of a dungeon. He had a long beard and hair after being in a cell for 2 years, and after quickly trimming it off, they put him aboard a boat destined for a nearby mining colony. He was lucky he hadn’t been killed; the council had debated whether to enslave, or execute the rebels for years, and finally decided to enslave them due to the high mortality rate among slaves. The young boy sat in the hull of a ship, surrounded by his fellow skelle, broken and being brought against his will to a life of slavery. He did what he had been taught to do in the village, and what he had done in his time of captivity, he sang the bardic myths of the skelle renewing the fortitude of himself and his fellow prisoners.

After waiting three years in the drudgery and pain of the mines, the rebellion was reborn, wielding a pick, a tall Skelle attacked an unprepared mine guard. He finished off the desert warrior, taking his rations, and quickly filling his empty stomach. He picked up the strange curved sword of the nomads, examining it, he decided to wield it. “it wasn’t an axe, but it sure beat a pick. The rebellion was bloody, many of the slaves were killed, but so were most of the Desert warriors sent to flush them out. The rebels hid in the mines, ambushing their captors until they were finally eliminated. The “leader” was executed and the survivors were sent to a jungle plantation, where few skelle survive.
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[Haseri]

Spoiler :

Kebirkha broke the embrace. “Brother, what is wrong? It has been eleven years…eleven long years. Are you not happy to see you own flesh and blood?” said Jirrem. Kebirkha could not stand to be near him. He backed away from this man who said he was his brother…all his senses told him the same, and he knew, deep down, that it was true. But he didn’t want to believe it. But he had to do something.

"I-it is nothing...brother. I am weary from my travels and it is such a shock to see you after so many years..."

Jirrem laughed. "But of course! Go down to the inn, tell them Jirrem sent you. That should be enough to get you a few nights free!" As Kebirkha turned to go down to the single street to the inn, Jirrem said "Oh, uh, I'd just ask you not to go preaching. The Priest won't like that." Kebirkha nodded, seething with rage inside.

The inn was a collection of small rooms bundled in some walls. The room he was put into faced the untamed wilds of the New World. The thin walls offered little protection to the heated argument from the room to his left, and a couple declaring their love for each other in the simplest way possible on the other side.

The Hashshashin passed the time before he decided he wanted to eat by reading from his Holy Book. He read the story of the Wanderer in the Desert. It was about a man (no name is given. In the original Holy Book, the gender was never even specified) lost in a great desert, trying to get home using the Way of God as a guide, but he is beset by demons and devils who try to make him deviate from the path. But the Man prevails because he chose the Way.

As if timed precisely right, Jirrem knocked at the door as soon as he finished the story. As his brother came in, Kebirkha found that Jirrem took up much of the room. "So, brother" Jirrem finally said after some moments of awkward silence, "how has life been treating you? Why are you here?"

"My faith in God has treated me well, brother. My time at the Convent was...uneventful. But I have become a man of God. My Convent sent me to the New World to help convert some of the heathen natives." Lying may be wrong, but twisting the truth isn't. "Yourself?"

"Well, I joined the army shortly before father died...I assume mother told you that? Good. Anyway, I joined with Salfir, our sister."

"Jirrem, I did not forget my family in the Convent."

"Oh yeah. Well, she went to some tactician school, while I was stuck with the biggest bastard of a drill sergeant you ever seen. After a few years in training, I was shipped out to here. I say shipped out, but you know, I jumped at the chance. So...yeah."


After a few more moments of awkward silence, Kebirkha said "How did you get here Jirrem? This town, not in the army?"

"Well, I was guarding the small outpost when it was attacked by some natives. They only left me alive. 'Alive' might be too strong a word though, 'cause they left me with no water or food. Luckily, hunters from this village found me before I died of dehydration. While I was recovering the Priest came to talk to me, tell me about the wonders of the religion of this land. And he convinced me. It all makes so much sence."

Had Kebirkha been drinking something, we would have spat it out. "Sense? More sense than this? The Ultimate Truth?" He held the Book up for emphasis. Jirrem just batted it away, into a corner. Kebirkha was horrified. If a man walking in the Messet highlands only had the Holy Book left for fuel for a fire, he would not burn it.

"You know what's wrong with the Way, Kebbi? Honour. Honour is important in the Church, right? Do you know where that got us? Tribes all around the highlands fight for ‘honour’ for their tribe, when really it is revenge for a slight, hundreds of years ago, something which should have been forgotten, but grew into all out war. It’s the same in the lowlands; merchants demanding honour, letting their sons die because of an old family feud. We’ve corrupted the meaning of honour. Here, they don’t have that. They have no word for revenge, or even family. The tribe, the community is what's important, but even if another tribe crosses them, they forgive and forget. Death is seen as somewhat a favour, as it releases the soul to go on to a better place. And after humanity, working their way up from the humblest of insects, the soul goes to Paradise. ‘Nervanah’, they call it. There are no century-old tensions here. Only the tensions of the here and now. And that’s just fine."

The younger brother couldn't believe the words he was hearing. He could not believe more that they were coming from his own flesh and blood. "Is that what the Priest told you?"

"Yes. The natives made it clear to him, and he has made it clear to the entire village." Kebirkha looked away lost in thought. "Because you are my brother, I will warn you. Leave in peace. We are happy here. But if you stay and cause trouble...The Priest doesn't like the Way. Just...just leave. I'm afraid my compatriot will not be so merciful if he catches you. He is from Skelle, and is fully dedicated to the Priest's cause. You know how they are."

Kebirkha didn't know what to say. He finally managed "I think I would like to eat now. Return to your priest." When he heard the last of Jirrem's footsteps, he said to himself "I will have to kill him. But he deserves an honourable death. He will be awake, he will be facing me, and he will have a weapon in his hand."

Just a quick story, orders to come Saturday.

 

[Megaman_zx]

oooooh that's intense!!!!

now i'm scared to fight you.

but, i'm also eager. lol

if that skelle that you were talking about was me.

 

[Dance.Down]

So I am finally getting over my swine flu, expect those promised mini-updates this weekend.

 

[Megaman_zx]

just to clarify, the orders are due this sunday?

 

[Dance.Down]

Yes, but if I don't get enough of them I'll push back the date this once.

 

[Haseri]

Orders are sent hopefully.

 

[Dance.Down]

I have three sets of orders:

Haseri's
Megaman's
Thomas's

 

[Megaman_zx]

more people might send in orders today.

otherwise, i guess you'll have to move the deadline further.

 

[T_F]

Got my orders in. Sorry that took so long, I haven't had any free time since Thursday.

 

[Dance.Down]

NOTE!

After this turn I'm getting rid of the 'tend horses' action. Far too mundane.

 

[Megaman_zx]

maybe you should make a prestige horseman perk. (i don't know if prestige is the right word, but basically you earn it for doing special stuff)

 

[Dance.Down]

Missing orders from Taylor.

 

[Dance.Down]

Update coming tomorrow at the latest (have half done as of right now).

 

[Megaman_zx]

yay!!!! update.

i'm sick and it sucks cause i still have to go to school.

 

[Dance.Down]

Update delayed due to writer's block.