Kusi the Barbarian | The Labors of Kusi

[MonteGiant 891]

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“It is your fate to be the champion, burdened with labours, yet it is also your choice. 

You choose to submit to it.”

 

Hark.

 

Heed my words as I deliver them unto all who shall gaze their eyes upon this script. For I, Tupaq Amaru, declare that my son Kusi Amaru is unfit to hold the name that we treasure, and that he is declared denounced. He is stricken from his garb, his shield of victory, and our ancestral blade of the Stars, to wander as the Barbarian that he so acts as, set to wander from court to court, as penance. 

 

Kusi shall venture to the Golden Glades of Lorraine, Kusi shall venture to the Noble Lands of Alba, Kusi shall venture to the overgrown stones of Caurost, Kusi shall venture to the Foul Frontiers of Trost, Kusi shall venture to the rolling hills of Reinmar, Kusi shall venture to the Highlands of the Raev, Kusi shall venture to the Snow-graced lands of Norland, Kusi shall venture to the Groves of Aelwen, Kusi shall venture to the Knightly yoke of Idunia, and that final venture to the storm-ridden isles of Kurai Kuni.

 

For each of these ten lands, Kusi shall complete a task. A quest. A labor. Kusi shall no longer be known as a scion of Amaru or as a scion of Leomonte; he is simply Kusi the Barbarian.

 

But for you, BOY, for I know you are to read this missive too, you are to bring me knowledge of each of these labors. You are to glean all you learned, and fasten this newfound knowledge to the ways of our people, and only then are you to be restored to your position as a Man.

 

Solpayki,

Hatun Kuraka Kay Panaka Amaru, Apu Kay Kusikancha, Sinchi Kay Kalldur

Tupaq Amaru, Scion of Leomonte

 

[truelarper 593]

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𝕬nd so he wandered—the lion-blooded heir of Leomonte, the accursed brood of Tupaq Amaru—cast bare save a tigrasi-pelt girding his waist, into the open realms, his crimson mane wild upon his brow and a great club heavy in his scarred grip; a lone reaver, wind-driven and shadowed by wrath, seeking redemption where no birthright remained, and no mercy was given. 

 

Edited March 29 by truelarper

[Seuss 1056]

As the Barbarian motioned his way across fields of wheat, hazardous mountains, and territory he can never call home, there was always a hunter cloaked in green following behind. Two hundred paces spoke the distance between the lone Kusi and his tag-along dawned in a deer skull. 

[xDisarray 552]

Nikitus Christos found himself smirking at the missive. 

 

"It seems trouble follows Kusi everywhere he goes." He chuckled.

 

He then pondered of a quest he is to give to Kusi, once he reaches Idunia.

 

 

[TaraJess 2848]

“Witch”

 

How odd how a playful nickname from him stung when it was his father who brought life to the word. 

What was it that made her wicked? Was her hair too close to that of candle light? Her disorientation with a sword? Lack of thumbs? Southern blood? Her last name?

 

Up in that room of hers in that newly constructed keep, she sat on the balcony overlooking her new Edrica, gentle waves splashing ashore. Was he supposed to be elsewhere when he was with her? Did she keep him from some duty? Did someone die because he was not there? His childhood definition of a wife echoed in her ear.

 

A wife is supposed to make you stronger.

 

Was she a weakness?

 

 

 

[Cheese 8874]

54 minutes ago, MonteGiant said:

Kusi shall venture to the Golden Glades of Lorraine, Kusi shall venture to the Noble Lands of Alba, Kusi shall venture to the overgrown stones of Caurost, Kusi shall venture to the Foul Frontiers of Trost, Kusi shall venture to the rolling hills of Reinmar, Kusi shall venture to the Highlands of the Raev, Kusi shall venture to the Snow-graced lands of Norland, Kusi shall venture to the Groves of Aelwen, Kusi shall venture to the Knightly yoke of Idunia, and that final venture to the storm-ridden isles of Kurai Kuni.

“Must he come here?” A Duchess within the Highlands scoffed. “It’s bad enough he must disgrace my poor Clementine’s lands in Reinmar. I should hardly think he is deserving of Valwyck’s welcome.”

[PolarLoLs 983]

 

Amalia sat in that Alban manner, cut clothes splayed all over the floors, threads and needles stitched patterns through each. Eventually the missive finds its way in her hands

 

“What could he have done now?”

“Silly Kusi… I bet Cassy had a hand in this too.”

 

She sat there then in wait for what deed he might be bestowed, for the Barbarian had wills to rival a lion’s, this could be a breeze she thought

 

[Witchseason 6]

With legs folded beneath her, Lajka sat upon the worn floorboards of her family home, a book resting in her lap. In a soft, careful voice, she recited the notes she had hastily scratched onto parchment copied from a missive she had scarcely been granted time to read. Ink still smudged faintly where her hand had moved too quickly, a few stains left on her wrist.

  "Barbarian?" 

The word lingered on her tongue as her fingers traced each letter in her notebook. A small frown, knit tight with thought. It was a word she knew yet did not. Familiar in sound, but distant in truth. Were she older, wiser in the cruelties of the world, she might have deemed it a fitting title for the young man whose words had so diminished her. Yet her heart would not settle.

Instead, her thoughts turned elsewhere—not to him, but to those who must bear the weight of his temper, who had shaped him or suffered him long before she ever had.

  “It is no kindness, to be named by others,” she murmured at last.

The quiet conclusion felt like a small defiance, the only sliver of pettiness she would allow herself. And even that, once spoken, left a bitter taste. With a soft sigh, she closed the book upon her lap, her mood soon deflating.

 

 

Edited March 30 by Witchseason