Greedy, Lazy and Complacent

[Rusty Derringer 1182]

 

Greedy, Lazy and Complacent.

16th of The Amber Cold, 1734

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Early in the morning, a stoic ‘ame would emerge from a barren stall with naught but the clothes on his back, his sword, quiver, and bow. Quickly perusing the few faces in the square he would offer each an amiable smile and a nod before adjusting his cloak, a hint of melancholy noticeable from the crease between his brow. As he wandered away from the stall, he would run his palm over the smooth wood, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’ve gotten greedy,” he gripes to no one in particular as he withdrew a small stack of papers from the inside of his cloak, neatly placing them on the stall counter before securing them with an iron ingot for a paperweight. Drawing a heavy breath the ‘ame would turn his face to the cold breeze blowing in through the Irrinor gate and leave.

 

 

 

To my fellow ‘ame

I am not an eloquent ‘ame as most of you know, but I will try to explain the reasoning behind my departure nonetheless. I have grown greedy, lazy, complacent and frankly too valahan in nature. I yearn for purpose, old struggles, and achievements; I won’t find that here. I am too distant from The Aspects now and I yearn to be one with nature and The Balance again as I was many moons ago. I will remember you all and Aspects willing return free of my fault and wrongdoings.

~ Therren Caerme’onn

 

To Artimec

I am proud to be your mal’onn and I am proud to bear the crimson antlers. You are the strongest ‘ame I know, a steadfast leader and a constant inspiration to our people. I know you will continue to advance our culture and faith and I hope one day I can call myself your equal. Pray for me.

~ Your mal’onn, Therren.

 

To Layla and Miklaeil

I figured I might as well address you in this letter as you share everything.

Layla, in many ways you are my lari’onn. I love you deeply and I hope you will forgive me for doing this to you once again. You are my heart and I regret putting duty before you more than you can know. It seems like only yesterday we were fishing in Linandria and talking about what our futures may hold. You have grown into a strong, capable leader and I am overjoyed you have found yourself a partner who would give their life for you as I would. I will carry the feather you gave me many, many moons ago, wherever I go. I will miss you and I will see you again. I promise.

 

Miklaeil, we may not speak often, but know I deeply respect you. I respect your loyalty, your resolution and I respect your devotion to Layla. I could not have hoped for a better partner to my lari’onn. Perhaps next I see you, you will have used some of your gumption to improve your martial abilities.

~ Therren.

 

To Avius

Avius, you are a capable fighter and I have nothing more to teach you. Be careful not to go down the same road I did. Stay humble, stay courageous and use not the sword for glory or fame, but to protect your fellow ‘ame.

~ Therren.
 

 

 

[Nn_Xavier_nN 55]

Argyle looks over the parchment and frowns, his eyebrows furrow slightly, then the bloke speaks. "Therren, I'm sure you will live a long life. Better yourself on this journey of sorts you are taking."

[mmat 7460]

After reading the letter designated to him, Avius frowned with uncharacteristic sadness. Nevertheless, he immediately set forth to Irrinor’s shrine to the Forest Gods. The young ‘ame put a familiar cut into the palm on his left hand and sacrificed his blood to the flames in front of him. To his own fiery twin gods, he beseeched.

 

“Therren is a warrior of yours, Lord of the Hunt, may you both keep your gaze upon the Warrior Stag and serve as his guardian during these travels.”

 

He then went outside the city and began to train ever more vigorously.

[Trintastic 128]

A kha picks up one of the letters addressed to the ‘Ame. He squints at it and licks his whiskers.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

”Ajashuu weesh hee cuuwld reayud.” 

[Nummy 413]

Layla wakes up to the sound of mewing kittens. Crawling out of bed to give them cat-chow, she’d find the small letter upon her stoop. 

As she read the words upon the parchment, she would sink down onto her sofa, letting out a soft sigh. The Raven would hold the letter close to her, murmuring a prayer to the wild gods for her oldest and dearest friend. She’d pull a kitten into her lap, the feeling of loss overtaking her as she cradled the kitten close. 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec placed a stag’s skull directly under the prancing shrine to Amaethon, and flanked it on either side with a bundle of gladiolus flowers- marks of the warrior. He scattered some wild seeds into the shrine fire, causing it to flicker and crackle in the backdrop of his sacrifice.

 

“O’ Haelun’Lle, tilrunen’onn myumin y’nae’leh. You will return soon, brother.” He said quietly, his tone phrased like a solemn order.

 

[Guest]

Kairn pours one out for a former Gladewynni soldier. Yes, the road had been long, and he had long since left the Hunt. But brothers are forever.