Resoluteness

[Sujamma Addict 514]

 

Resoluteness

 

 

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Cast, wait, snag, repeat

 

This was the daily routine of a young Tigrasi. The Kharajyr was what we would consider a young adult in the real world — and as most young adults are, this one was as reckless as ever. It was a miracle that he had survived his first shipwreck, and even a bigger one to have survived the escape from Vailor.

 

Cast, wait, snag, repeat

 

Muja, like many of the other young Kha’, had lost his parents when he was but a cub. His mother took her own life after being driven from her home and his father had upped and left about fifteen years ago.

He was twenty now.

His new home was in the lands of Haria, a nation founded by Farfolk and populated by a people of diverse ethnicities and races.  During the years of construction a small hovel at the docks served as his temporary living space. Crowded, but at least there was a roof over his head.

 

Al-Khaleed was fairly different than the more open desert fields he saw in Vailor. In fact, the sand he had grown accustomed to walking on was now replaced with a tough green soil that reminded him of where he originally grew up. Muja cared little for where he was as he had no intention on staying. However, he could not help but appreciate the view during a clear night.

 

 

Cast, wait, snag, repeat

 

He often spent his time fishing near the docks, catching whatever saltwater creature he could find. As time progressed he ventured further inland, exploring the new lands of the Isle of Asul. He had seen his fellow Kha, though, he never interacted with them or anyone for that matter. He was planning for another voyage and something made him feel that it would be his last. The day he set off, he noticed that the Kharajyr he was used to seeing were gone, their homes vacant. “Won’t need to worry about saying farewell anymore.” he thought as he started down the road. Once again he was in searching for his patta.

 

 

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Wood Elves

The journey was long and took Muja to the far corners of Axios. His search in the large mountains of the High Elves proved fruitless — his journey through the polished streets seemed eerie and he could not get over the looming aura of him being watched. His cautious walk through the dense forests of the Wood Elves left him both awestruck and nervous at the same time. It was there that he was reunited with someone he had thought was long gone.

 

“Many have come to here!” boomed a heavy accent, “Varosh, Zinawr, Jakarra… Bukkah’que!”  The accent belonged to a large maltese beast named Rashaad who Muja had only known briefly during his childhood, though he would never forget that boisterous laugh which came from the older Tigrasi’s mouth. Rashaad popped the cork from a flask he had within a satchel; the scent of sugared milk filled Muja’s nostrils, catching his interest almost immediately. After all, he had been travelling for days and so he shared a drink with an old friend. The drink tasted like milk with a very potent sugary aftertaste. Clearly there was some alcohol involved and the effects began to set in almost as fast as he could finish his first cup. The evening was the first time Muja had laughed with another of his kind, and it would be the first time he started to feel some sympathy for his people. He started to doubt whether this stop in his journey was an appropriate venue. Regardless, all he would remember the following day was bumping into his old friend and waking up with his face planted flat on the table in the tavern with a massive migraine.

 

 

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Oren

Seasons passed and repeated throughout his journey with little to no success. His daring stop at capital of The Holy Oren Empire was also in vain. He knew it would be the last place his father would be, but Muja was determined to check every street and alleyway, even taking a small stroll through “Lil’ Adunia” which left him gagging from the stench of humanly wastes and other nose-wrenching debris. While here, the Tigrasi came into contact with an Orenian who had been living in a noble’s attic. The man allowed Muja to stay with him for some time and for several days, they looked around the city. However, his search came to an abrupt end when a young Qali boy, coming to visit Muja’s escort, found the Kha inside. “This some spooky **** I ain’t never seen, cuh!” Muja watched as the startled Qali shouted at him, "I ain't never seen no cat folks before, cuh. All be damned. Guad, come kill it.” he said as he immediately started running for the front door. “Sheeit,” Muja cursed as he bolted, leaving the capital city for good.

 

 

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Sutica

 

 

At last, this Tigrasi’s journey breaks in the city of Sutica, a place on which its foundation is held up by strong pillars on top of a lake. Just by the sight of the familiar architecture, memories of when he was only a kitten began to flood into Muja’s head. He wondered about the city’s Trade Princess, Lilyana; hoping to see her and the others again. The layout of the city felt almost identical to what it was in Vailor which helped Muja traverse the streets. If there was one place he felt most safe in, it was Sutica, though, this could probably be because it also has a diverse people; even orcs from what he saw. Still, you will always find odd individuals and the Kha found it odd to see an elf wearing a winter coat in the summer.

 

Coming across what he thought to be the center of town, Muja watched a she-orc have a casual conversation with a human, which for him was a sight to behold. Stopping in front of a store, Muja was greeted by a Wood Elf with crimson hair and green eyes. She offered him a friendly smile. “Hello there, is there anything I can help you with?” she asked in a pleasant tone.

 

The Tigrasi had been fishing and held his fishing pole on his shoulder as he responded. “Do you know of a Tigrasi named Inaijo?”

 

“I don’t, no, sorry.” she said,  “However, I’ve seena  few Tigrasi around that I didn’t recognize.” So there is still some hope. She went on to continue, “I’ll keep an eye out. I’ll ask Tepah the next time I see him. He’s a very knowledgeable Kha.”

 

“Tepah?” Muja thought quietly to himself as he pondered over the name. He thought he knew everyone from the Isle of Xerdali — in fact, he thought the only Kha alive were from the Isle of Xerdali. Tired from his journey, Muja bid his farewell and departed, looking to seek some shelter for the night. Embarrassingly enough, that shelter would be in what appeared to be a storage room, next door to the sewers, but this was irrelevant. Tomorrow he would seek out this Tepah in the lands of Sutica.

 

[Bvie 1754]

A small kha in a pink dress would skip through the estate's doors. She ran to her room, depositing her toys and rushes from there to the master bedroom. "Sa'vi Daewon!" She shouts to the guard that stands at the door. A hello is offered to her but she hops inside to the bed where the Princess sits.

 

"Munna! Munna!" She exclaims!

 

Lily tilts her head slightly. "Aife? Aife dear, what is it?"

 

"Aife suw Kha'Tigrasi in citeh!"

 

"Ah, splendid. A playmate for you. Make sure to bring him some cakes." She pauses for a moment, recalling a fond memory of a young cub.

 

"Actually Aife, make sure it's a cheesecake."

[morrisaye 225]

The crimson-haired Wood Elf searches around town for Muja, not able to find him. She eventually settles back into her shop, rubbing her face and sighing in disappointment.

 

"Hopefully, I'll be able to find him by tomorrow. I have to tell him what I found out about his father," Avayla mumbles to herself as she begins carving a design into another wooden ring. 

[Gizzol 252]

Tepah could be found in his house by the Sutica docks, sitting criss cross on his top floor.

 

As light filtered in from his sky lights a prism scattered it out across the room akin to a disco ball. The large tigrasi sat bear his small pool, his cloudy gaze flicking between the beds of Aife, Illini, and little Ami. However it would always settle back on his trident. The seven foot full Metal weapon being sharpened for the first time in years.

 

Tepah would pause to admire his work, muttering to himself 

"If this kha thinks to put forth harm on Tepahs pride he will quickly learn what the wrath of the Goddess means"

And with that he would lean over to put on his lapis necklace, a soft pushing light coming from it as it is marred with runic carving. Hidden it under his custom set of Dwarven plate.

 

With that the wayward priest would set out to hunt down those in search of his child, both out of curiosity and protection

 

[Wendigo 786]

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