Guided Slumber

[Archbishop 1784]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8waJ7W3QcJc

Guided Slumber

 

Mukar would retire up to his tower for a short nap to rejuvenate - his form had become decrepit over the recent decade, and he needed rest to bolster his strength and wisdom. He passes a group of Kharajyr of varying colors - some bright oranges and others jet black -  and shoots them a sidelong glance. He ascends the building, albeit with great difficulty, by ladder before finally reaching his small tower. As he enters he would pick up a small cake seated on a nearby countertop adjacent to the door, devouring it swiftly, leaning his staff against the underside of the low brick rooftop and sliding into his bed. After a short amount of time, his eyes flicker and he begins to drift off into a slumber.

 

His mind meandered off as his vision filled with a warm bright glow followed by a soothing voice, a feeling of motherly embrace overcoming him in his state of slumber. While he was not actually within a state of moongazing, his many sessions and visions had affected him in an eldritch manner and he was prone to slipping in and out of its edges. Quite unlike moongazing, however, the soothing white glow of his dream opened like a window, a blue swirling rift appearing in the center and expanding in size - like a door, or a mirror, into another time and place. First he saw Tla’Xerdun in all his glory, ruling the remains of the Karakatuan Empire. Then it churned and twisted to the next Tlatlanni, Tiazar, then to Morthawl, then to Vyallu and so on. He saw all of the Kharajyr’s past holy leaders in all their glory, Metztli’s chosen, and felt a pang of nostalgia.

 

But then the white swirling background flashed with a red hue, torn apart, and the blue center twisted into a ball of fire. Evil. An eye of Iblees. Twinges of anger, fear, and regret ran up his spine. He saw every war, every conflict, and saw his race teetering on the brink of oblivion. Then, though, it vanished as if it’d never been there, leaving a tangible void. His vision swelled with warmth, the reds and blues brushed aside by a sheet of white.

 

The center, though, was too white - impossibly so. It was as if a blanket of it had smothered his vision, and a soothing, motherly presence flowed into his mind and enveloped every corner. It was not long before a voice spoke, aflush with an intrinsic atmosphere of tranquility in the manner that only a deity could conjure.

“Forget about how my people have fallen, my child. You have suffered long and hard, prophet, and should not dwell unhealthily on the wars and death of the past. Linger instead on the happiness and prosperity in your own life.”

 

The message was brief, and the voice faded slowly into a soothing mumble.

 

The Kharajyr awoke and blinked. He remained on his back for a few moments, then reached for his oversized staff with a renewed eagerness and vigor. He would find his way down the ladder with a skip in his step and track down the mix-matched group of Kharajyr from before. They’d all huddled around the table near the kitchens, immersed in conversation, but trailed off as the priest approached.

 

He paused, his ear flicked, and his query was singular.

“Do tell Mukar, what do you know of our history?”

[DrinkPesticide 52]

A Kharajyr, jet black in colour cranes his head to stare at the sage, he offers the blind Kha' a frown. "Mukar asks this a lot." He states plainly before turning his head back to the group.

[Angmarzku 1251]

"How are you still sane? Alas, I thought you'd die from your size alone" The shadow man shivers alone in a tower as ash falls off of it , spooked by the thought of the orange, fur-covered being still being around.

[Samler 1564]

Seth Calith happens to be at the big table, writing in a book. "Well Mukar, I was one of the guards which took care of Tla'Tiazar and his people. And I remember some parts in Tla'Morthawls time, but mostly how he was ready to kill in order to protect me. And for a short time, I was asked to be advisor for Miss Tla'Vyallu. Tho I never met the Tla between Miss Tla'Vyallu and Rameethar so I presume I know enough?" He answered, keeping his eyes on the book and continues to write in it. "Ohh yes, Tiazar also told me of the island before, Xern-something with the vulcano erupting by command of Metzli." He adds in.

[Sujamma Addict 514]

A Muja, now in his adolescent years, sits in front of Zinawr and Var's room for a time. "Metzli..." The familiar word spoken to him by Denlor the dark elf resounded in his head. "Thees does nawt sound aws guud aws Skooma."

[magno 68]

Dra'Yuulpria thinks the fat kha is senile

[MrForesteroni 19]

Uh, Raz dawsn't know aw lot, just how Kha were creawted" he says hoping that Mukar won't get angry

[Archbishop 1784]

Mukar stands in observation listening to each of the gathered kharajyr’s replies. He would seem rather unfazed by the Shadow Mans and Yuulpria’s thoughts and interested in Seth’s response. His decrepit form hobbles forward and slumps down onto a large stool, the wood creaking from his weight. Giving the group a disappointed glare due to their silence, he soon turns his attention towards Seth.

“Lunavim, this one did not know you had such a complex history with us and our past Tlatlanni’s. Mukar is a little surprised to hear that you were Tiazar’s guard, due to his nature and hatred for other races. Mukar would like to hear more about what happened during this time. Though Mukar does remember the reign of Tla’Vyallu, thats how he met you. Indeed you remember well, the island Tiazar is referring to is the old Empires Island. Tla’Xerduns father, Jhaan was tlatlanni at that time. He ruled with an iron fist and crushed all those who followed Metztli, this enraged her and Xerdun assassinated his father in order to restore the faith. Though this was too late and Metztli punished her children as any parent would do if their child falls astray and goes against their divine path.”

[herculean_wud 3662]

"Didn't this hairy fucker die already?" Inquired a passerby. 

[Samler 1564]

Seth shrugs and set sets down his book. "Well, wasn't Tiazar's personal guard per say. After the kha had left their island prior to the attack from the orcs, The Legion, was the high elven guard was called back then was in charge of protecting the kharajyr which lived in tents within the large town which had much green to it. I ehm.. Even raised a cub for a week or so by request of Tiazar." He elf leans back. "I have always been an advocate of kharajyran and high elven alliances. Which is of course, hard in this current time with the Shadow Council of Haelun'or and the teachings of Kalenz corrupting effect.. Anyhow, what prompted Mukar to ask?"

[Archbishop 1784]

The decrepit priests sits and listens eagerly to Seth, his ears falling deaf to the rude passerby who would appear to be talking to himself as the entrance to the kharajyr area was closed and unless he was stood clinging to the gates at the moment Mukar was there, he would not hear or see him.

“Ah Mukar remembers reading about that village, perhaps the name of it was something akin to ‘Xer’Tlassu’ or something similar. You have by far, gained the trust of Mukar and most kharajyr as you have helped us greatly, Lunavim. Anywho, Mukar has and will always be an advocate of a Kharajyr and High Elven alliance being rekindled. But he believes this will not be possible for some time due to the stubborn Sohaers and the Vigil. Perhaps when a child of Larihei becomes Tlatlanni of your race, instead of those brutes, the alliance can be rekindled. Hmm.. well it was a mere dream which prompted Mukar to ask this, blind Mukar has been to our lack of knowledge. Our people have forgotten our past which we should never do. We should not forget our roots and should not stray from them. We should be aware of our history as to not repeat mistakes. You said Morthawl was willing to die to protect you? This is very unlike Morthawl, he had non-kharajyr friends sure. But Mukar's never heard of him being so fond of one. What happened to prompt him doing this?

[Samler 1564]

Seth slowly closes his book. "I am honestly unsure myself. I do belive it all started with him listening to my.. Flute play, early attempts on a gift of mine. Anyhow, there is more than one instances of him showing his friendship, once in Malinor he leapt forward with trident ready to slay someone he thought was a threat to me, had to calm him down." He closes his eyes for a moment. "And once a drui had hurt me, then he had heard of it he proclaimed out loudly that he would sacrifice three hundred druian to avenge the spilt blood of mine... As for the Tla of my kin, there should be none. That is not the way of Larihei, a council selected by the people, no Tla." He shrugs.

[Archbishop 1784]

Once more the decrepit elder listens and nods along with Seth’s reply. An expressionless face for the most part, though this does not last long. His expression, while without eyes, turns sour. The grip on his staff tightening as he releases an exhale from his nose in frustration. Wagging his finger to the others who still remain silent.

“A DRUID! Mukar told you Morthawl hated them! Not only have they attacked him and committed numerous crimes over many generations, they attacked Lunavim and have not been punished! We should fulfill our past Tlatlanni’s oath to sacrifice many druids to our goddess, Metztli. What say you, Kharajyr?! Do not sit idle and silent! Speak your mind!

[Samler 1564]

Seth blinks in suprise and slowly raises his book to begin writing once again as he avoids commenting on the plans of attacking druids.

[DrinkPesticide 52]

"Mukar seems to have a selective memory, he asked kha' of their knowledge before, during his first... and final lesson. It's silly for Mukar to pretend as if he didn't already know of the Kha's lack of knowledge, in a failed attempt to shame us." Mutters a tired Kha', sprawled out on the on the table.