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Turmoil


 

 

Cast, wait, snag, repeat

 

This was the daily routine of a 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. Now, he pondered if his luck was running out.

 

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.

 

He was twenty-eight now.

 

Somewhere within the Isles of Axios was now where the Tigrasi found himself. Somewhere he had never thought he’d be. Now surrounded by the uncertainty, Muja was officially lost. From where there once used to be a definitive purpose in life, was now an obscured sea of doubt. Where he and his companion were going proved futile in delivering answers. His search for his father and sister were proving to be futile and so he resolved to take a break and settle in the trade city of Sutica.

 

Cast, wait, snag, repeat

 

Three years of doing nothing. He hated it. Missed the thrill of travelling and visiting the unknown all with a vision to see the two he cared for most again. The story about his munna and Tepah left the Tigrasi confused at first, but as he spent his days, delving deeper into his thoughts, Sa’Muja  began to feel disgusted, but there was not hatred toward anyone. It was all in the past and he still held his patta’s image in his mind so he decided to leave it at that.

 

Cast, wait, snag, repeat

 

Tired from another day of fishing, Sa’Muja found himself staring out over the lake again. The sight of the gentle ripples made him nauseous and after challenging his stomach to a staring contest, he failed and was forced to avert his gaze. He usually climbed up to his perching spot, using the aid of a grappling device he had constructed a few days ago after having the legendary idea struck his head.

 

“Muja, get out awf Tepah’s room now,” snarled the beast.

 

Sa’Muja left, now hating Tepah. In a fit of rage, he nearly lunged at dark elf child who had snuck into the courtyard, but felt guilt tug at him. First Va’rosh and now her? He resolved to taking his aggression out on one of Tepah’s rafiqis, Raymond. He was a highlander who had merely came to pay the old sage a visit, but came short as he was held up by Muja and another Kha who had appeared randomly to help with the assault.

 

 


 

 

Covered with crimson liquid stains, Sa’Muja The Fisher Kha was left to wander, now without a goal.

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Muja and some random shite <3

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Tepah could be found sitting criss cross on his bed, beside him his mate sleeping peacefully but he was awake. Staring down at his wicked 7 foot trident he would slowly sharpen the prongs 

"It's fine friend, Tepah has had you the longest and has killed many with you, Tepah will give his grand child one chance, if he decides that he will not take it then once more shall we both Don the title kinslayer"

As the moon set on that eve the tigrasi set out, clad in an armor of old the Do' had returned for another kill

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Raymond Ronjon would laugh at this being part of the cause to this problem

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Moved to the Archive. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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