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Wandering the World
No idea what happened... I went through and linked... and if you look at the links, you can see they have a different Post number. 
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thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Exerpt from Memoires of a Former Slave-
Scholar Kmer
People of Amure! Friends! Citizens! Equals! the Cry rang through the streets of Cevedes. A crowd had already gathered around the young scholar who was haranguing the masses. Tell me, comrades, do we live in a Free Nation? Are we oppressed? Do Cruel masters lord it over us, forcing their will upon a poor Nation? Forcing us to obey their every whim? The crowd stood looked at each other, puzzled: where was this young scholar going with this rhetoric. Finally, one brave soul, hidden in the crowd, gave the scholar what he wanted. No!
No? you say No? I, friends, say Yes. I shout out YES! That Cruel master is Slavery! Yes, Slavery! That dark phantom Clouding Amure from the light of Oghmas Blessing!
I didnt hear much more of the speech, as my master realized that, perhaps, letting me hear this wasnt the best idea. But I had heard enough, even on my far corner of the market place, and the thoughts crystallized in mind. Others were on our side. The scholars disagreed with the peculiar institution. We now had allies.
A full year passed before I had the chance to act on my thoughts. My masters farm was a large one out on the Amure border, near the Cleft Lake. One summer night, My master and a Man dressed in the robes of the Scholar were sitting on the porch to his house. As I passed, I heard the Scholar asking my master. Far be it from my place to ask this, Fortinbras, old friend, But do you truly feel it right to exploit human chattel as you do?
You mean Slavery, Eorl? To be truthful, I dont. But how do you expect me to run my farm if I dont. I treat them well. They are well fed, educated until the age of 13, and only beaten when they truly deserve it for lazing.
And that sits right with you?
Yes, I do what I must. But what brings you back to this neck of the woods? We all thought that when you left to Oghmas care you were never coming back.
Travelling through to the clan lands. Bringing to the servants of the Fire lady the Knowledge of the knowledge of oghma.
The conversation continued, but out of my hearing. But I had my plan ready. I was going to escape that night. As soon as the sun set, and the overseer was gone to his cabin, I used the bit of skill I possessed to unlock the door of the cabin. I had done so often, before, but only to gaze at the stars and listen to the wind. Using the skill to escape was particularly exhilarating.
I hid myself in the forest, waiting the appearance of the scholar and morning.
The night was a warm one. The crickets and bullfrogs chorused to the warm breeze. The effect was altogether calming. I, though, was immune to its charm. I was wracked with cold sweats, and such a terror kept me awake. I feared that I would miss the scholar when he left, to the result that, early in the morning, I did fall asleep. I woke only when he passed by me, whistling loudly. That whole day, I followed him, to fearful to approach him. It was only when the night had fallen and his fire was burning with a pot bubbling that I approached a bit closer. He called into the darkness. Come out friend, I have enough for the both of us. I froze. Was he talking to me? Come on out. I wont eat you or bring you back.
Slowly, very slowly, I came out of the darkness, keeping the fire between him and me. If he turned vicious, I could, I hope, fade into the darkness before he got around the fire.
Instead, he indicated the pot. Take some. Fish. Dried fish, actually, but what can you do. I didnt choose the menu, these are the rations issued to all traveling scholars. I suppose I should be grateful Im not traveling last year. They had to live on cubes of dried crickets. Nutritious, crunchy, and awfully bland and scratchy.
I stared at the Man. What, in Mammons name, was he going on about?
I decided to keep quiet, in the hopes that that he would start to make some sense. He paused, looking at me. And suddenly, asked What do you know?
Know? M Me?... I stammered I I I dont know. I know how to read, a bit. And count.
No! No! No! Those are only some of the tools to knowledge! What do you know?!
I dont know. Nothing?
Yes! Good! You know nothing! Always remember that. Nobody knows anything. I know more of nothing than you do, but it still is nothing. Compared with the grand sum of available knowledge, all anyone knows is absolutely nothing. Even as a Nation, we know nothing. The Bannor know nothing! The Clan know a different type of nothing. The elves know an even more different type of Nothing! As scholars, it is our duty to fill that nothing with something. Anything, as long as it is the truth!
We?
Yes. You are now my student. My apprentice. You will travel with me and learn from me, and help me learn from the world around us.
That odd encounter was my first meeting with Eorl the Wise, my friend and Teacher.
Our journey through orcish lands was very interesting, but not too relevant, so I shall skip over them. However, Ill attach the Introduction to Erols manuscript on our travels.
I will close these memoirs by recounting one more anecdote, which happened years later, when I was a fully accredited scholar of Oghma.
I traveled with Erol through my old masters farm. Not only did he not recognize me (though why should he?) but all the slaves were freed and hired as employees on the Farm
Scholar Kmer
People of Amure! Friends! Citizens! Equals! the Cry rang through the streets of Cevedes. A crowd had already gathered around the young scholar who was haranguing the masses. Tell me, comrades, do we live in a Free Nation? Are we oppressed? Do Cruel masters lord it over us, forcing their will upon a poor Nation? Forcing us to obey their every whim? The crowd stood looked at each other, puzzled: where was this young scholar going with this rhetoric. Finally, one brave soul, hidden in the crowd, gave the scholar what he wanted. No!
No? you say No? I, friends, say Yes. I shout out YES! That Cruel master is Slavery! Yes, Slavery! That dark phantom Clouding Amure from the light of Oghmas Blessing!
I didnt hear much more of the speech, as my master realized that, perhaps, letting me hear this wasnt the best idea. But I had heard enough, even on my far corner of the market place, and the thoughts crystallized in mind. Others were on our side. The scholars disagreed with the peculiar institution. We now had allies.
A full year passed before I had the chance to act on my thoughts. My masters farm was a large one out on the Amure border, near the Cleft Lake. One summer night, My master and a Man dressed in the robes of the Scholar were sitting on the porch to his house. As I passed, I heard the Scholar asking my master. Far be it from my place to ask this, Fortinbras, old friend, But do you truly feel it right to exploit human chattel as you do?
You mean Slavery, Eorl? To be truthful, I dont. But how do you expect me to run my farm if I dont. I treat them well. They are well fed, educated until the age of 13, and only beaten when they truly deserve it for lazing.
And that sits right with you?
Yes, I do what I must. But what brings you back to this neck of the woods? We all thought that when you left to Oghmas care you were never coming back.
Travelling through to the clan lands. Bringing to the servants of the Fire lady the Knowledge of the knowledge of oghma.
The conversation continued, but out of my hearing. But I had my plan ready. I was going to escape that night. As soon as the sun set, and the overseer was gone to his cabin, I used the bit of skill I possessed to unlock the door of the cabin. I had done so often, before, but only to gaze at the stars and listen to the wind. Using the skill to escape was particularly exhilarating.
I hid myself in the forest, waiting the appearance of the scholar and morning.
The night was a warm one. The crickets and bullfrogs chorused to the warm breeze. The effect was altogether calming. I, though, was immune to its charm. I was wracked with cold sweats, and such a terror kept me awake. I feared that I would miss the scholar when he left, to the result that, early in the morning, I did fall asleep. I woke only when he passed by me, whistling loudly. That whole day, I followed him, to fearful to approach him. It was only when the night had fallen and his fire was burning with a pot bubbling that I approached a bit closer. He called into the darkness. Come out friend, I have enough for the both of us. I froze. Was he talking to me? Come on out. I wont eat you or bring you back.
Slowly, very slowly, I came out of the darkness, keeping the fire between him and me. If he turned vicious, I could, I hope, fade into the darkness before he got around the fire.
Instead, he indicated the pot. Take some. Fish. Dried fish, actually, but what can you do. I didnt choose the menu, these are the rations issued to all traveling scholars. I suppose I should be grateful Im not traveling last year. They had to live on cubes of dried crickets. Nutritious, crunchy, and awfully bland and scratchy.
I stared at the Man. What, in Mammons name, was he going on about?
I decided to keep quiet, in the hopes that that he would start to make some sense. He paused, looking at me. And suddenly, asked What do you know?
Know? M Me?... I stammered I I I dont know. I know how to read, a bit. And count.
No! No! No! Those are only some of the tools to knowledge! What do you know?!
I dont know. Nothing?
Yes! Good! You know nothing! Always remember that. Nobody knows anything. I know more of nothing than you do, but it still is nothing. Compared with the grand sum of available knowledge, all anyone knows is absolutely nothing. Even as a Nation, we know nothing. The Bannor know nothing! The Clan know a different type of nothing. The elves know an even more different type of Nothing! As scholars, it is our duty to fill that nothing with something. Anything, as long as it is the truth!
We?
Yes. You are now my student. My apprentice. You will travel with me and learn from me, and help me learn from the world around us.
That odd encounter was my first meeting with Eorl the Wise, my friend and Teacher.
Our journey through orcish lands was very interesting, but not too relevant, so I shall skip over them. However, Ill attach the Introduction to Erols manuscript on our travels.
.
I will close these memoirs by recounting one more anecdote, which happened years later, when I was a fully accredited scholar of Oghma.
I traveled with Erol through my old masters farm. Not only did he not recognize me (though why should he?) but all the slaves were freed and hired as employees on the Farm
Immaculate
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Its a good story thomas...
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Thankee
I want to give the impression of a gradual change from Slavery to apprenticeship
I want to give the impression of a gradual change from Slavery to apprenticeship
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
The nation of Grigori welcomes Mellanna of Common House Kitholsel, I am the Hatvid Grad the Inspired of the Grigori Council of Inspired and Stewards. We welcome you to travel through to our large city of Tordai Yithi and would be glad to trade with your honorable nation.
Currently we have not ports due to restrictions of expansion into the Herthi Peninsula by the Bannor Empire to the west which protects a race of men called 'Dove Yellow' and the lack of money to expand into the Misty Peninsula. Until today we did not realize what had laid across the straits.
Should we expand there and establish a port or should you establish a trading post yourselves and hike inland to trade?
We invite you to site in my tent and travel to me tomarrow to the Hall of the Councils.
- By Hatvid Grad, north of the River Patrian.
Currently we have not ports due to restrictions of expansion into the Herthi Peninsula by the Bannor Empire to the west which protects a race of men called 'Dove Yellow' and the lack of money to expand into the Misty Peninsula. Until today we did not realize what had laid across the straits.
Should we expand there and establish a port or should you establish a trading post yourselves and hike inland to trade?
We invite you to site in my tent and travel to me tomarrow to the Hall of the Councils.
- By Hatvid Grad, north of the River Patrian.
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Mellanna of Common House Kitholsel, in emulation of the White Queen's wisdom, proposes the following to the Grigori:
Your Eminence, Hatvid Grad of the River Patrian
Would a mutual establishment of a trader's port be within your capabilities? Should we acquire support from the other surrounding peoples the Misty Peninsula may serve as a place of meeting for all.
OOC:
Immy, would this be possible at all? A mutually funded set of outposts?
Your Eminence, Hatvid Grad of the River Patrian
Would a mutual establishment of a trader's port be within your capabilities? Should we acquire support from the other surrounding peoples the Misty Peninsula may serve as a place of meeting for all.
OOC:
Immy, would this be possible at all? A mutually funded set of outposts?
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To The Grigori, White Mist Elves
The area known to scholars and cartograhers as ''Region 39'' is the ancesteral home of the Dove-Yellow. The Dove-Yellow are under the protection of the Bannor Empire and intrusions into their lands with military uinits, spies or settling parties is strictly prohibitted by the Bannor Empire. The Dove-Yellow people are still receiving periodic help from the Bannor Empire in order to devellop and grow, and we will not sit back and watch our combined eforts destroyed with foregin trading posts. However, Region 41 is open for your trade colonies should you wish to build them there.
The area known to scholars and cartograhers as ''Region 39'' is the ancesteral home of the Dove-Yellow. The Dove-Yellow are under the protection of the Bannor Empire and intrusions into their lands with military uinits, spies or settling parties is strictly prohibitted by the Bannor Empire. The Dove-Yellow people are still receiving periodic help from the Bannor Empire in order to devellop and grow, and we will not sit back and watch our combined eforts destroyed with foregin trading posts. However, Region 41 is open for your trade colonies should you wish to build them there.
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Other players have already asked about this and yes, its possible. You split costs but you also split income. You will also start sharing stability-affects.
Tales from a Kappa taproom
“I swear to you all, I was here when it happened. There was this trader, see, I think he was a Kurio but you can never tell with them, seeing as how they all look different anyway. This trader got confused, seemed to think that our rice wine is just as weak as their grape wine. Boy, was he in his cups – he kept trying to sing until the barkeep threw a fish at ‘im. That shut ‘im up, but then he got sulky. Kept eye’n up the barmaids an’ mumbling to himself. He slinked out after a few minutes, and I would’ve forgot the whole thing ‘cept Yohsi himself walks by right after. I didn’t even know he was here – this is a pretty small bar, and well lit too. I had to use the trench, so I headed out back. That bugger trader was out there! He had cornered a barmaid who came out to dump the dishwater, and he was lookin’ to get real friendly with her. I was about to shout for the militia, but turns out I didn’t need to. Yoshi walks up behind him, picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a ‘gator with a kitten and says ‘Your ancestors disapprove of this. Why don’t you go explain yourself to them’ and then crushed his neck with one hand. Tossed the body in the trench, bowed to the lady and walked away.”
The second man at the bar shook his head. “That’s not the start of it. My cousin has a trap farm outside the city proper, in the headwaters of the mountain. He and his little boy were out checking the traps when they saw a stranger walking through their streams. They started over towards him to see what he wanted when one of those winged abominations swooped out of the sky and grabbed his son. It happened so fast, my cousin couldn’t react, but he saw the stranger leap straight up, ten feet, and grab the griffon by its forelegs. He swung up, kicked it full in the face, and grabbed the child from its talons. Boy was mostly unhurt, and my cousin practically spilled his water thanking the man. He wouldn’t accept any reward for saving the boy, just told my cousin to tell everyone he know that Yoshi would protect the Kappa.”
“Oh come on,” blurted the third man, “I mean, killing a trader is one thing, but kicking a griffon in the face?! That’s just ridiculous.”
“I’ve seen the boy’s scars, and I would appreciate you not calling my cousin a liar.”
The third man paled. Tsu had a wicked temper and an overinflated sense of honor to match. “That’s not what I meant, maybe he just saw it wrong, that’s all. Besides, I’ve seen Yoshi too. I sometimes pass through the dry district to get to market, and I saw him passing out coins to beggars. These weren’t just flints he was handing out, but real gold! Anyone who ‘asks and has need’ he was saying, ‘will never hunger again’. Sure enough, the next week there were fewer people asking for coin, and the streets were cleaner. Place smells a lot better now, that’s for sure. I hear the people there started calling him Yoshi-kami. I don’t even call my grandmother Kami, and she’s been dead for twelve seasons. Just don’t seem right, a kami-of-the-flesh. Even if he is our protector.”
“Well,” interjected the first, “they do say that he got his strength from the spirits lost at sea when Tali struck. So I guess he’s a kind of Kami, just one that we’ve never seen before.”
At this the barkeep looked up. He had been listening to them talk the whole time, but this was the first time he felt compelled to speak.
“I’ve seen your ‘Yoshi-kami’ too, but not in daylight. I live by the ocean – I like the breeze, always have. Many nights I’ll sit outside and just listen to the waves. But lately, I’ve seen many wanderers pass through under the cover of dark. Always at night and always at low tide. It’s Yoshi that brings them down there; he’s pretty hard to miss, even at night. For all the people that go down that coast, not many of them come back. You say that the dry district seems less crowded? I’d bet it is, but just because a man doesn’t go hungry don’t mean he’s well fed. I’ll tell you another thing, I don’t listen to the waves anymore. They sound different, angry. They sound like they’re trying to say something, and I don’t want to hear. They quiet down after Yoshi brings some wanderers, but it doesn’t keep for long. If his mother weren’t the Speaker he’d have been arrested by now, but the militia lets him do whatever he wants. So I’m keeping my mouth shut and looking for a new place deeper in the swamp. You can keep your Yoshi-kami; I can protect myself.”
With that, the barkeep went back to polishing the mugs. The three men, unnerved by his story, left one by one. When they came back the next week, the bar was shuttered, and a crudely painted sign on the door read “Reopening soon under new management.” The barkeep’s wife said he went out for a walk during low tide one night, and a rouge wave hit out of nowhere, sweeping him out to sea. A few days later, a man with the manners of a beggar and the eyes of a madman offered her payment in gold coins for the taproom, and she gladly accepted. She said she was going to buy a house further up in the swamps, nice and quiet where she could finally get some sleep.
“I swear to you all, I was here when it happened. There was this trader, see, I think he was a Kurio but you can never tell with them, seeing as how they all look different anyway. This trader got confused, seemed to think that our rice wine is just as weak as their grape wine. Boy, was he in his cups – he kept trying to sing until the barkeep threw a fish at ‘im. That shut ‘im up, but then he got sulky. Kept eye’n up the barmaids an’ mumbling to himself. He slinked out after a few minutes, and I would’ve forgot the whole thing ‘cept Yohsi himself walks by right after. I didn’t even know he was here – this is a pretty small bar, and well lit too. I had to use the trench, so I headed out back. That bugger trader was out there! He had cornered a barmaid who came out to dump the dishwater, and he was lookin’ to get real friendly with her. I was about to shout for the militia, but turns out I didn’t need to. Yoshi walks up behind him, picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a ‘gator with a kitten and says ‘Your ancestors disapprove of this. Why don’t you go explain yourself to them’ and then crushed his neck with one hand. Tossed the body in the trench, bowed to the lady and walked away.”
The second man at the bar shook his head. “That’s not the start of it. My cousin has a trap farm outside the city proper, in the headwaters of the mountain. He and his little boy were out checking the traps when they saw a stranger walking through their streams. They started over towards him to see what he wanted when one of those winged abominations swooped out of the sky and grabbed his son. It happened so fast, my cousin couldn’t react, but he saw the stranger leap straight up, ten feet, and grab the griffon by its forelegs. He swung up, kicked it full in the face, and grabbed the child from its talons. Boy was mostly unhurt, and my cousin practically spilled his water thanking the man. He wouldn’t accept any reward for saving the boy, just told my cousin to tell everyone he know that Yoshi would protect the Kappa.”
“Oh come on,” blurted the third man, “I mean, killing a trader is one thing, but kicking a griffon in the face?! That’s just ridiculous.”
“I’ve seen the boy’s scars, and I would appreciate you not calling my cousin a liar.”
The third man paled. Tsu had a wicked temper and an overinflated sense of honor to match. “That’s not what I meant, maybe he just saw it wrong, that’s all. Besides, I’ve seen Yoshi too. I sometimes pass through the dry district to get to market, and I saw him passing out coins to beggars. These weren’t just flints he was handing out, but real gold! Anyone who ‘asks and has need’ he was saying, ‘will never hunger again’. Sure enough, the next week there were fewer people asking for coin, and the streets were cleaner. Place smells a lot better now, that’s for sure. I hear the people there started calling him Yoshi-kami. I don’t even call my grandmother Kami, and she’s been dead for twelve seasons. Just don’t seem right, a kami-of-the-flesh. Even if he is our protector.”
“Well,” interjected the first, “they do say that he got his strength from the spirits lost at sea when Tali struck. So I guess he’s a kind of Kami, just one that we’ve never seen before.”
At this the barkeep looked up. He had been listening to them talk the whole time, but this was the first time he felt compelled to speak.
“I’ve seen your ‘Yoshi-kami’ too, but not in daylight. I live by the ocean – I like the breeze, always have. Many nights I’ll sit outside and just listen to the waves. But lately, I’ve seen many wanderers pass through under the cover of dark. Always at night and always at low tide. It’s Yoshi that brings them down there; he’s pretty hard to miss, even at night. For all the people that go down that coast, not many of them come back. You say that the dry district seems less crowded? I’d bet it is, but just because a man doesn’t go hungry don’t mean he’s well fed. I’ll tell you another thing, I don’t listen to the waves anymore. They sound different, angry. They sound like they’re trying to say something, and I don’t want to hear. They quiet down after Yoshi brings some wanderers, but it doesn’t keep for long. If his mother weren’t the Speaker he’d have been arrested by now, but the militia lets him do whatever he wants. So I’m keeping my mouth shut and looking for a new place deeper in the swamp. You can keep your Yoshi-kami; I can protect myself.”
With that, the barkeep went back to polishing the mugs. The three men, unnerved by his story, left one by one. When they came back the next week, the bar was shuttered, and a crudely painted sign on the door read “Reopening soon under new management.” The barkeep’s wife said he went out for a walk during low tide one night, and a rouge wave hit out of nowhere, sweeping him out to sea. A few days later, a man with the manners of a beggar and the eyes of a madman offered her payment in gold coins for the taproom, and she gladly accepted. She said she was going to buy a house further up in the swamps, nice and quiet where she could finally get some sleep.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Hmmm.... Overlords, right?
We'll see. Right now, its just a man doing what he thinks his country needs, using the strange gifts he was given by immersion in saltwater. Of course, this is dark fantasy, so 'gifts' always have strings attached. I'm writing it as it comes to me, though the hurricane was a big influence. Regardless, I've always thought the OO was a stupid name for a cool idea, so I can definitely say its not the Octopus Overlords.
Tyrs
King
Yay, my favorite religion rears its head... On a separate note, does anyone know anything about archeology?
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kenkrajen
Prince
yeah, i'm an anthro major, and archaeology is one of its sub discipline's. what do you wanna know?
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Your in Anthro? I'm planning on either studying that or History when I go to University next year. Is it good?
Tyrs
King
I asked him, but he did not inspire much in the way of solving my event... I was just curious on the subject, details on how field work is carried out mostly, and wondering if it could help me solve my recent event... creative juices lacking at the moment. I'll figure something out.
kenkrajen
Prince
Depends on where you're studying it. My college is pretty short on the Anthro dept but they have some good courses. Like any class if you have a good teacher you'll like it. If not then you better really like the material. The main reason I like anthro is because it gives you license to study anything you want. It could be every subject rolled up into one if u want it to be, since anthro is the study of man and every subject you can take at college affects people somehow. In my opinion, what's done is done so with history you don't really need a teacher to learn it, all you need is a good book. Really it depends on if you want to take classes on current cultures or past cultures.
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HBar- can you do me a favour and take the story out of its spoilers? its hard to find later on if its in them and people might miss the fiction.
For lurkers thats one of the best things to read.
I.
For lurkers thats one of the best things to read.
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nutranurse
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Dude, kicked the griffon full in the face? Amazing.
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