[RP] A Final Goodbye

[Periphonics 557]

 

Yhl’Kabletli had ventured to the island of Khalenwyr upon the relentless calls within his dreams, answering a divine summoning. He had thought this beckon was for him to take in the lessons of his kin and return to Aevos equipped with the path forward. He had thought he would return home.
His steps were softened by lichen and moss that had reclaimed the stone streets, which had once bustled with others who looked just like him. Each crumbled building was a shrine to history, his history. Kabletli could feel it down to his marrow, it made his fur stand on end. Sure, he had been here before, but he was but a boy then, with a sparse understanding of the world. Now, he was a leader, an Aelkos, a pioneer in Kharajyr history… But was this not Kharajyr history? The greatest monument to what his people had been? Could be?

Yhl’Kabletli’s steps drew to a temple to Metztli, now fallen to ruin, the heart of this carcass of a society. The flora had taken the place of what he could only imagine had been countless Kha, filling the entrance and spaces within. The altar was still there, offerings replaced by dust, decrepit. He hadn’t even noticed he had dropped to his knees before it, not until he reached forward and found the distance wouldn’t close. 

Deep within his soul, an innate feeling crept in. This was the message. He belongs here. Here. The call he had been hearing was not to gain information to bring back, but rather to share information to those who come. Kabs’s mind drew towards what he had left back on his home continent, the people, the community. Could they survive without him? Would they? Had he done enough for them? Was he allowed to make this choice?           But he wasn’t making this decision. This was divine instruction. Slowly, his emerald eyes, who’s vision had began to grow weaker in his climbing age, rose to the dilapidated altar. Metztli was making it for him. He had to stay, he had a new duty to his people,

 

a duty that would leave him a ghost haunting this abandoned paradise. An entity that Khalenwyr had yet to see; A guide through the ruins, to ensure the history within would be truly understood but each young Kharajyr who made their Pilgrimage.

As nightfall came, and the shadow of his slumbering goddess began to climb the sky’s ladder, Kabletli settled himself into what was once a calpulli unit, the items he had packed for the journey laid out in the mossy flooring. The cool light cascaded onto him, the reflection nearly making his orange fur appear white. Kab the Faithful, that was his name, afterall. As the old Tigrasi allowed himself the privilege of taking the time to observe his surroundings, rain began to spill from the sky above and fill the air with a steady rhythm. A message, perhaps, that this would not be his end. It was the rain, afterall, that would have allowed life to begin anew after the disastrous fate Khalenywr faced all those centuries ago. One Kharajyr left alone on the island could, just maybe, become more than that. 

 

With his mind drifting, and a heave of force, Kabletli lifted himself to venture back outside. He grinned as the rain soaked through to the flesh beneath his dense fur, once soft now coarse with his age. Despite it, he wasn’t cold. The air of the island was comfortably warm, a warmth he had not felt in all his years amongst the descendant people. He wondered, then, if it was the climate, or something grander than that.           “Mul’ta, Metztli. For this second chance at a life my patta almost took for me.” yhl’Kabletli said to the sky, the Kharahatla on his tongue as natural as breathing was. “I will look after your children.”

His mind drifted towards the youth he was leaving behind. They had to know their Aelkos hadn’t died on the journey.

[!] All the below letters are written in Kharahatla


A Letter to The Sanctuary
 

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My dearest people, you are the great legacy I leave behind. I write to you from our ancestral home, a new understanding of my purpose in this world in my heart. And with that heart heavy, I must inform you that the Aelkos of MIND will no longer be Yhl’Kabletli Eittitica.

For over 100 years, I have upheld the title of Aelkos. I have lead alongside many great Kharajyr, and together we have created the foundation of a world that will once more reckon the might of our kind. My time in this position has allowed me to learn more than I ever thought I could, given opportunities I still feel I do not deserve. It has been my greatest honour to pioneer you along this unsure path, even at its most difficult I have been kept going by the desire to make a true Sanctuary to Kha. Our home among the druids is the fourth I have upheld, each greater than the last, and the next in the works shall be the greatest we have had in modern history. By no small part, that is because of you. Each Kharajyr adult and child who chooses to live among our people, you are what lifts us to glory, you are the very blood that courses through the veins of our society. The body we create is but a shell without you. And for that, I am eternally grateful that it is here you have chosen to reside.

It is my endless hope that Kharajyr, that we, will once again stand on our own two legs before the descendants and say “We are here, and we aren’t going anywhere.” It is our divine right to exist, to occupy space. So do so, proudly, loudly, and with honour. Make yourself known. Show each of their nations that we are around, teach them our history and culture, and force it into their knowledge that Kha are not their prey, not their decorations. Do so without my guidance, but with me in your minds. I may be forgotten, perhaps in my absence I will be erased. So, please, if nothing more, carry out this will.

My new purpose in this world was not to learn knowledge to bring back to you, but rather to share knowledge when the next generation embarks on their Lunar Pilgrimage. It is the will of the Beasts and Metztli that an Elder will steward the island
My final act will be one of great significance. Since the Mitzuul Grove, an Eittitican pride member has occupied the title of Aelkos, raised by their predecessor to lead. My title will require occupation, my crown must rest atop another. Let it be known, I make this decision without bias, but rather with the knowledge that he has been brought up with this choice in mind. I have watched him lead hunts since he was a boy, teach others and learn from them with the eagerness of a droughted plant offered water. Do’Tilipotonqui Eittitica, Warrior of The Moonlit Sanctuary, will be Aelkos of MIND. This is my final wish, perhaps my dying wish. He will continue my legacy, and aid to lead you forward.

I am more than this legacy, however.
My name is Yhl’Kabletli Eittitica, but I was born Kabuki Khurhukar. My father was a Tigrasi like myself, a brazen man who saw little more than the violence of this world, and so he saw fit I be raised to face it with my blades drawn. My earliest memories included combat, he would take me to the fighting pit in the kingdom we lived- a human kingdom- and teach me. That was all we did, I hardly saw him outside of then. When he died, or so I’d thought, I was happy. When he returned, with another child whom he openly stated he loved more, I was devastated. He was as violent as before, and just as set on bringing that violence to those around him. Pyramid Eittitica is where we moved our pride, led by my predecessor and the Kha I see as more a father than mine ever was, Yhl’Keidha. My father was made a general there, all of his choices brought more discordance to our home. The day Nossir Khurhukar died was the day Yhl’Kabletli Eittitica was truly born.
I am a religious person, however I was seldom formally trained. Who I have become has been moulded by those around me, shaped by the aid of countless Kharajyr who have entered and left my life, leaving their prints in my soul. I am the result of the kindness of others, a kindness I had to learn, and learning such was more difficult than learning to kill. Becoming Aelkos was certainly never something I had aspired to be, but I believe it is what I had to be. It was hard, lonely, and stressful.
Beyond it, I am a hunter. I have always enjoyed hunting, my greatest accomplishment was the slaying of a bear in the forests of Almaris, though I cannot recall the situation that led to my doing so. My weapon of choice is a trident, despite often carrying a Crow’s Beak, which was a gift from a shaman of Nor’Asath, blessed by Luara. I do not enjoy sweet things, I prefer savoury, and I most certainly do not enjoy alcohol. I like reading, I learned all I know of our people through reading, I taught myself Kharahatla through it. I was an animist for a time, of the storms, I could summon rain and lightning, though I broke my pact fairly soon afterwards. I was never able to find love in the form of a mate, I’m unsure I am able to feel attraction to anyone, though it may have been nice to. I am many things more than Aelkos, I hope I am remembered as such.
My name is Yhl’Kabletli Eittitica, and this is the last you will hear of me.

 

A Letter to So’Bartixci
 

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So’Bartixci, when I look at you, at times I still see the young cub brought to me by a noble human trying his best to raise a Kharajyr child. I can still hear you asking me questions about things you should have known. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to see past that, but you must know that I too see the powerful young man you’re becoming. I have watched you grow up, seen nearly your entire life, the tragedy and joys. It has been an utter pleasure to experience, and I am certain you will be great.

You are selfless beyond measure, sometimes so much so I worry you’ll turn yourself into a martyr just to say you helped others. Please do not do so, you are needed beyond what your mortality can offer, such is why I implore you to learn the ways of our People in full so you may become the fullest version of yourself. There is a destiny out there for you that will be told around fires long after your passing, but it will require you to live long and truly.         You were near a second son to me, I hope yours and Tili’s relationship may blossom into a friendship, or even greater to a brotherhood. I wish it were different for you, Bart, I wish with all I have your father was not torn from this world as soon as he was.

And please, for the Love of Metztli, keep things in check. I know of far too many cubs who enjoy rushing out into danger. I hope you continue this journey with the same boyish ambition you have carried since we had met, though I know you carry yourself with a greater dignity than you once held. 

A Letter to Do’Tilipotonqui
 

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My son, if there was one thing we never had enough of, it was time. I remember so clearly the day you wandered yourself into the Sanctuary, a cub surely no older than 8 years old, who’s parents had, like many, perished. I was entirely full of hesitance, my father and I had nothing short of a terrible relationship and so I could not shake the feeling I would be unfit to parent another. But, there before me stood a child in need of a home

But, there before me stood a child in need of a home and there was none else able to offer one. So, I made the decision to shed the weight I’d held and adopt my one and only son. It was the best decision I could have made, and is the one I am most proud of. I recall watching yourself and Yeli share looks you thought we adults couldn’t see, seeing your love blossom into a romance that I wouldn’t get to experience. The hardest thing I’d had to do was when the two of you moved away, but I knew you needed to have your own lives, and I’ve missed you since. Having you back has been a blessing, and it makes leaving you the new hardest thing I have had to do.            I have worried terribly, every day since that one, that I wouldn’t be the father you deserved. I still feel that way, but I know now I was the father

you needed and I will hope eternally that will have been enough. You have grown to be strong, a warrior who carries the Eittitica name with dignity, who demonstrates all it is to be among the Pride. For this, I know you are worthy of the titles I leave behind to you; Aelkos of MIND and Chief of the Eittitica Pride. These names weigh terribly heavy, and I am certain even you may struggle. But, there are many around you who will help support that weight, seek them. You are older than most of those in the Sanctuary, and younger than even more. 

I am sorry to leave them with you, however I know you will brandish your place amongst the Kharajyr and aid in reaching to new heights, as you have done with all things in your life. Perhaps a secondary Pilgrimage will have you visit me, and we may bond over the progress of our kin. I love you, Tili, I never said it enough.

 

 

A Letter to So'Flaaowni

 

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You, along with your siblings, were brought to me by a Norlander and his child who were driven by their good will to save you from doom. While I couldn’t bring myself to adopt any of you- I had hoped another would come along- I remain grateful for that day. As you’ve grown to become your own person, you have blossomed into a leader, a woman dead set on carving her name into the stones of time so that Flaaowni will never be forgotten, and I am certain that will be the case.

There are few else who have such a great presence as you, especially being so small. Ha ha. Get it? Anyways, I wanted to take this opportunity to apologize to you. I fear that in my inaction to raise you, I left myself in a place between states. Always wanting to be the person you saw as a parent, always being too weary to commit to such. I don’t believe I was ever meant to be a father, I still don’t believe that. But I wanted to be yours, and I’m sorry I never brought myself to make that choice.  But even still, I am deeply proud of you. I worry for you, all the same. I see your ambition, see what you want to be. I worry, much like Bart, you

turn yourself into a martyr. There is a particular certain glory in living, in defying descendant kind and outliving them. Be aware of this glory, be aware that dying in our name is not the only path to greatness. I am certain you will become a priestess to be reckoned with, I hope only you retain some humility, not that it’s ever been something you’ve been especially known for. Just... Try, perhaps? You may come to learn there's a great deal to gain from it. Be safe, and I'm sorry.

 

A Letter to Xo’Siyaj
 

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Brother, it is with you that I leave the Moonlit Sanctuary’s care, and alongside it the care of all Kharajyr. You swore an oath to protect our people, to lead them to new heights upon a mountain in which we are all unfamiliar , and I trust you will uphold it with vigor.

This comes without ease, to place all that I have worked for in the hands of another is an impossibly difficult task that I am forcing myself to come to terms with. That being said, I know there is no better choice. Few present with such fierce loyalty to our people, and fewer bare the skills to lead. Your knowledge of our past is a trait impossible to learn, and is entirely invaluable to our future.                 The direction you take the Sanctuary will be one it has never seen before, and I know it will be one filled with triumph. It’s been seen more and more as these last moons have waned past, the descendant peoples are coming to see Kharajyr are returning to their former glory, and that has not been without your aid. I pray Metztli guides your actions and commands,

so that you may never doubt your inclinations. I too pray you will continue to bear the humility to hear the voices of the common Kharajyr, it will be your duty henceforth to serve them.
I am afraid we never came to know one another well beyond our mutual presence as Aelkos, and for that I cannot help but feel regret. I wish I had more time, with it I would do so. But what if’s do little good, and so it is something I will attempt to not dwell upon.

 

 

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Before anything else no i have no explanation for how the letters would have gotten to Aevos. People used to have hamsters deliver letters. Just let it happen, dont think too hard.

So anyways, yeah. This is an extension of my other post, so peep there for some other context as to whats going on. But regarding the Kha, Kabletli will not be returning. 

I’ve said it before, but I have carried the weight of this race on my shoulders for like two years, if not more. Not always alone, but there have been periods spanning months where everything being run was by me, and I think that’s what drained me. I clamoured and clawed my way to getting us a semblance of activity, and practically had to beg some of the people helping out to do so. And yknow what? It was worth it. Kharajyr are on a huge upwards swing and there are tons of plans in the works, we have magic and lore. Players from ages ago are coming back, new players are joining us. 

Which means my job here is done. I’ve stayed on LOTC the past while purely because I knew if i dared to leave, literally everything I’d done with the Kha would be for nothing and would have been a waste of time. So, genuinely, thank you for making things how they are and giving the conditions that I can leave. Because me leaving is a good thing, it means the Kha have found enough footing that I’m not needed anymore. 

So why am I shelving Kabs? Why not just have him step down? Truth be told, he was never fun to play. I met so many fun people playing as him, but could never engage with anyone in a way I wanted to. Because I honestly forgot to give him a personality. He became a vessel to carry out my plans irply, and yes he functioned for that fine, it meant outside of events I had literally no reason to log onto him. Kabs was a shell of a character, he was a puppet for me to tell you guys all the cool lore i’d written, or to convey the leadership things I was doing. There’s just no reason to play him if I’m not leading things. But dying wasn’t right for him, his journey ending in tragedy wasn’t right, and so I think him becoming what he has always been, the connection between old and new, is the correct fate for my beloved old cat. Sainthood, borderline demigodhood. Feels right

 

if/when i do come back to lotc, which i'm unsure will ever happen, I’d like to reap the fruits of my labour and play a regular old citizen kha, where the greatest worry I’ll have is getting pelted on the roads. I'd love to get to enjoy the relationships among kha, join a pride maybe. I do hope that a day that's possible comes.
This race is, in my totally unbiased opinion, the most interesting one on LOTC, maybe next to the Hou. I’m a huge fan of history, and so when i’d learned of aztec themed culture I was immediately on board. Its given me a reason to do a lot of digging into mesoamerican culture as a whole and i’ve enjoyed that tremendously! I think others should do similar when playing the race, look into things beyond just the written lore, make new traditions etc etc. There's so much opprotunity with the modern kha, literally everything we make will become how things are, and that gives you my dear kha playing reader the chance to have some real influence on LOTC as a whole. And for anyone who doesn't play a kha, try it out :) don't let them being anthro animals deter you, you're already cringe, you roleplay on a minecraft server. being seen as a "Furry" regardless of you are or aren't isn't going to make you more cringe. have some fun once and a while.

So, anyways, yeah, see to my proper OOC post about me leaving for any more info, feel free to dm me whenever, maybe commission me for some art. Have a good one, love u guys. Good luck!

 

 

[Ches 70]

Do'Tilipotonqui Eittitica would have had spent another simple, happy, relaxed day- until he was given his letter. He looked down upon it and saw who had sent it- and was immediately filled with anxiety and worry of what his father shared. He quickly, infront of whoever, opened it infront of the campfire and began to read it. He wouldn't get even past the second sentence before knowing what this letter may entail.

 

Tears would fall from his face as he read on. He chuckled at his father comments of his romance, shaking his head with a laugh. After he finished reading it, he folded it quickly and put his head into his hands- to try to stop his sorrow. He wiped his face as he looked into the sky, his maw and fur dampen with his tears. This letter did infact tell him his father was still alive out there... but it also conveyed they would not return, and Tili would not lay his father to rest himself. His heart ached in pain as he continued to grief.

 

"Nehuanmonequiltia Patta. Nehuantlanequiliztli itta tehuan inin neteci yoliliz. Metzli nequitlanequilztli. Nehuantlanequilitztliz ca auh Achcauhtli in yuh Tehuan act Eittitcan auh yehuan. Mul'ta...Patta..."

 

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I love you Father. I will see you in the next life. Metzli WIlls It. I will be a Leader like (how you were), for Eittitican, and for us. Thank you... Father (for all you've done)

 

He breathed out a sigh and wiped his tears as he then looked onto the flames within the fire. After this night he will be made into a new man, and he will welcome its mystery openly- as his late father did to break their own trauma cycles. 

 

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OOC: Peri you are the GOAT! I wish you nothing but success in your journey and do wish you come pop in IRP, on a new character, and see how this community flourishes. You are in a long line of leaders within the Kharajyr Community, that connects a web to the other communities and their leaders. You have etched your history into this server and though it left you drained- you have given many players a place to live and RP as a COMMUNITY. I will miss you PATTA! Go get that degree mofo!!!! MUCH AMOR MWAH MWAH