A Survivor's Departure

[ShadowoKing 86]

A Survivor’s departure

 

*A note attached outside the palace’s gate, this note was not looked after as it was slightly torn on its edges and muddy.*

 

“To Kharajyr,

 

I,
Uhan’Zeriko, your culture Aelkos wish to inform you that I decided to
leave our so called Empire, we are fading by the Apes of the mainland
and the mysterious disappearance by Metztli. We cannot be what we once
were, we must change for Metztli.

 

My
theory is that only the strongest and wise can survive, she picks the
strongest, not by your body but your soul while the weakest disappear in
the mists or killed by the strongest. We must travel to mainland not go
back to the old ancient ways. We are hunters now, while being the
hunted. We are Metztli warriors, the apes are her trial for survival.
Metztli decides your end.

 

So I am off to the mainland to see where my path ends, in the shadows to do Metztli bidding and away from the weak Kharajyr.

~ Uhan’Zeriko Therkul”

 

((I decided to leave Kharajyr for a while or Permanently, I have not decided which. I got OOC problems at the moment, so enjoy roleplaying without me for long while))

[Merkaken 516]

(( ))

[Major Dom 1297]

enjoy roleplaying without me for long while))

 

((Not possible. Will miss you dearly, but I hope to see you in the mainlands.

[Geo 1415]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tlatlanni's face lights up as he sees the note from Zeriko.

 

"U'ah!  Zeriko... hrm, wutt'ah he sayyang nuw, ey'a?"  

 

 

His eyes read over the note carefully and his facial expression begins to sour as he snarls deeply beneath his breath.

 

 "Zeriko... huw-why?  Tu'ah theenk thawt tha saym Kharajyr thatt'ah stuck by'ah tha Kharajyr een Val'Korsa, steyy'dah tru' tu Metztli awnd'ah beelt awr dens...  Tha' saym Kharajyr thawt be'ah'caym Aelkos awv tha' grayt Muuna Metztli's Empiya...  Tha' saym great Kharajyr, Zeriko awv' thee uld weys...  Ees thaw Kharajyr thawt be'nuw leev'anga 'ees kin...  Purhaps... Zeriko issa right...  Purrhaps... we'ah awr strayyang aw-wey fruu'ma Metztli's ways. "

 

 

He wrinkles up his nose, scratching his mane with his paw.

 

"Uh... wey'ra haws Morthawl taykan tha' Kharajyr?  Haws he'ah lead dem duwn da' wrong path?  Zeriko issa right... Morthawl's wey... ees nawt tha right wey.  'E'a shuud'ah stey tu thee uld weys... Kharajyr weys... Metztli's weys."

 

 

He roars into the air with anger, shaking the trees around him as he lunges his trident into the tree.

 

"Metztli!  Yuur Tlatlanni haws fayl'da yu!  Fayl'da tu guide thaw Kharajyr eentu a betta' styl'a livvang!  Desawcray'teydda thaw uld, aynciant weys... the proud life uv' da hunta...  Du'ah we gruw cluse tu'ah thee Yba'c Cult'jaw?  HAWV WE'A BECAWM DISSAGAWSTANG'A KNIGHTS AWV URAWN?  Nuun... Morthawl haws fayl'da yuur cheeldrawn, Metztli.  Fawr he'ah haws disgrayc'dah thaw Kharajyr awv uld, awn drivvan they'ma awey!  Eet will nawt be lawng befawr Kirilenko anda Shavvir hawv gawn tuu!  Uh huw Morthawl haws fayl'da yu...  Zeriko, Tiazar, Xerdun... Skar..."

 

Morthawl drops to his knees weakly, clutching his chest with his paw as he prays.  

 

"Muuna... O'Muuna... grawnt yuu'rah Tlatlanni strengt', wisdawm, guidance'a... tu'ah shuw 'eem which path 'e mawst gu'ah duwn.  Yuur Empiya fawls unlee deepawr eentu dawrkness, awnd clu'sawr tu'ah thee Yba'c.  Du nawt let Morthawl du thees... 'elp eem... O'Grayt'a Muuna.  Sudran Metztli, thaw hawlee muun...  tha' Kharajyr need yu."

 

He closes his eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread and a large stab in his pride as he wails in Ancient Va'Khajrian tongue.

 

 

"Metztli, uin kuttacc, uin rumo sydnuh sudran.  Ruf fa yna tajuidmo dadranat du ouin nazijahydeuh.  Ouin kietyhla ec jedym, ouin fectus ec bina, yht dra cdnahkdr oui uvvan syo lynja uin bydr ihdem dra aht uv tyoc.  Fa caag ouin bnufacc yht tejeha payido, yht dric fa bnyo.

 

Mihyn taedo, Cumedyno lnaydun yht Ynlr lumuccic uv vyedr.  Ouin lremtnah haat draen sudran.  Dra zihkma lymmc vun oui.  Ouin Tlatlanni lymmc vun oui.  Ouin baubma lymm vun oui... U'sudran, U'sudran, caht ouin pmaccehk ihdu ic, vun fa syo nabahd uin cehc eh ouin ajan crytufehk knycb.  Bnyeca pa dra suuh.  Vun dra rihd..."

 

His body begins to visibly shake as he makes attempts to reassure himself.

 

"Zeriko... yu knuw, awnd Morthawl knuws, thawt Metztli ees still with yu.  Grayt hunta'... weel survyv een evawn mu'ast hawstile awv envirawmunts...  Metztli's Guide yu, Yhl'Zeriko.  Stey tru' tu tha' Gawdeyssa Metztli."

 

The Tlatlanni falls silent, his head in his paws as he breathes heavily with exhaustion.

 

"Metztli... guide you."

 

 

[Merkaken 516]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tlatlanni's face lights up as he sees the note from Zeriko.

 

"U'ah!  Zeriko... hrm, wutt'ah he sayyang nuw, ey'a?"  

 

 

His eyes read over the note carefully and his facial expression begins to sour as he snarls deeply beneath his breath.

 

 "Zeriko... huw-why?  Tu'ah theenk thawt tha saym Kharajyr thatt'ah stuck by'ah tha Kharajyr een Val'Korsa, steyy'dah tru' tu Metztli awnd'ah beelt awr dens...  Tha' saym Kharajyr thawt be'ah'caym Aelkos awv tha' grayt Muuna Metztli's Empiya...  Tha' saym great Kharajyr, Zeriko awv' thee uld weys...  Ees thaw Kharajyr thawt be'nuw leev'anga 'ees kin...  Purhaps... Zeriko issa right...  Purrhaps... we'ah awr strayyang aw-wey fruu'ma Metztli's ways. "

 

 

He wrinkles up his nose, scratching his mane with his paw.

 

"Uh... wey'ra haws Morthawl taykan tha' Kharajyr?  Haws he'ah lead dem duwn da' wrong path?  Zeriko issa right... Morthawl's wey... ees nawt tha right wey.  'E'a shuud'ah stey tu thee uld weys... Kharajyr weys... Metztli's weys."

 

 

He roars into the air with anger, shaking the trees around him as he lunges his trident into the tree.

 

"Metztli!  Yuur Tlatlanni haws fayl'da yu!  Fayl'da tu guide thaw Kharajyr eentu a betta' styl'a livvang!  Desawcray'teydda thaw uld, aynciant weys... the proud life uv' da hunta...  Du'ah we gruw cluse tu'ah thee Yba'c Cult'jaw?  HAWV WE'A BECAWM DISSAGAWSTANG'A KNIGHTS AWV URAWN?  Nuun... Morthawl haws fayl'da yuur cheeldrawn, Metztli.  Fawr he'ah haws disgrayc'dah thaw Kharajyr awv uld, awn drivvan they'ma awey!  Eet will nawt be lawng befawr Kirilenko anda Shavvir hawv gawn tuu!  Uh huw Morthawl haws fayl'da yu...  Zeriko, Tiazar, Xerdun... Skar..."

 

Morthawl drops to his knees weakly, clutching his chest with his paw as he prays.  

 

"Muuna... O'Muuna... grawnt yuu'rah Tlatlanni strengt', wisdawm, guidance'a... tu'ah shuw 'eem which path 'e mawst gu'ah duwn.  Yuur Empiya fawls unlee deepawr eentu dawrkness, awnd clu'sawr tu'ah thee Yba'c.  Du nawt let Morthawl du thees... 'elp eem... O'Grayt'a Muuna.  Sudran Metztli, thaw hawlee muun...  tha' Kharajyr need yu."

 

He closes his eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread and a large stab in his pride as he wails in Ancient Va'Khajrian tongue.

 

 

"Metztli, uin kuttacc, uin rumo sydnuh sudran.  Ruf fa yna tajuidmo dadranat du ouin nazijahydeuh.  Ouin kietyhla ec jedym, ouin fectus ec bina, yht dra cdnahkdr oui uvvan syo lynja uin bydr ihdem dra aht uv tyoc.  Fa caag ouin bnufacc yht tejeha payido, yht dric fa bnyo.

 

Mihyn taedo, Cumedyno lnaydun yht Ynlr lumuccic uv vyedr.  Ouin lremtnah haat draen sudran.  Dra zihkma lymmc vun oui.  Ouin Tlatlanni lymmc vun oui.  Ouin baubma lymm vun oui... U'sudran, U'sudran, caht ouin pmaccehk ihdu ic, vun fa syo nabahd uin cehc eh ouin ajan crytufehk knycb.  Bnyeca pa dra suuh.  Vun dra rihd..."

 

His body begins to visibly shake as he makes attempts to reassure himself.

 

"Zeriko... yu knuw, awnd Morthawl knuws, thawt Metztli ees still with yu.  Grayt hunta'... weel survyv een evawn mu'ast hawstile awv envirawmunts...  Metztli's Guide yu, Yhl'Zeriko.  Stey tru' tu tha' Gawdeyssa Metztli."

 

The Tlatlanni falls silent, his head in his paws as he breathes heavily with exhaustion.

 

"Metztli... guide you."

 

 

 

((   Da feels! Da feels hurt!))

 

S'Hragha, hearing the mighty roar of the Tla, rushes to see what was the matter. He soon hears what the Tla has to say. He lowers his head. "Fuurgeeve S'Hragha fuur uuver hea-aring, Tla'.... Buut S'Hragha thouut Tla' wuus een paeen..." He lifts his head. "Puurhaps "Tla' ees een payne..." He sighs, trying to be as comforting as he can. "... Ah Kha knuuws when Kha maykehs mystayke.... Ah trew Kha awcts awn Kha's mystake..." S'Hragha smiles at the Tla. "S'Hragha weel fulluw yew, Tla', tew S'Hragha's deeth..." He places a paw and places it on his chest and bows to the Tla'. "May Kha wuurk hard tuu be wuurthy awf Metzli's fuurgeevness..."

[Geo 1415]

Tla'Morthawl's eyes slowly open to narrow slits as he turns to S'Hragha.  He bares his teeth, allowing his lungs to resonate a low snarling through the thicket.  

 

"Mul'ta... S'Hragha.  Tla'Morthawl weel... knuw... eef 'ee'sah wurthay awv Metztli's fawrgeev'naws... wey'nah tym cawm."  

 

He bows his head slowly before closing his eyes.  Soft, quiet mumblings coming from his jaws every so often as he prays to Metztli.

[Merkaken 516]

S'Hragha was taken back by the snarl, then slowly walks off, feeling the Tla wishes to be alone.

[Geo 1415]

After a few days of strong meditation, entirely disconnected with the world, and mentally face to face with the Muuna, he returns.  A new mindset in play and the overwhelming feeling of rejuvenation and spiritual nourishment.  His eyes as slits with determination as he sees cause for a trip back to his roots, though not just his, the Empire's.  The roots of the Kharajyr.  He travels to the Great Temple of Metztli and paces around outside for a while before entering.  Inside he keeps his tongue silent, bowing his head in respect to the priests before him.  Descending into the depths of the Temple he finds Ju'Natayshi in her quarters, engaging in conversation with her.  

 

"Sa'vi, O High Priesteyssa... "

 

Instantly Natayshi picks up on his out of the ordinary attitude, shaking her head with mild disagreement. 

 

"Wutt'ah ees et, Tlatlanni?  Sawma'thang ees wrung.  Teyl Ju Natayshi."

 

He balls up his fist, looking to his feet.  

 

"Yaws... sawmthang.  Eet ees thawt... Morthawl.  Nuun.  Morthawl haws leyt'ah duwn thee Gawdess.  Drivvan thee Empiya evan fur'tha frawm wut eet wus.  Awl thee Kharajyr awv uld awr awshaym'mah awv tha' Empiya.  Awnd Morthawl du'ah nawt knuw huw tu fix eet.  Su'ah he cawm tu yu, Natayshi.  Tu see'akka guidance.   Help yur Tlatlanni."

 

Morthawl closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.  Only to be whacked around the head by a big stick, the fruits dangling from it rattling together as they crashed after bonking him.  He scratched his head, silent as the sage spoke.  

 

"Nu!  Du'ah nawt be stupawd, Tlatlanni!  Tha' Empiya haws nu ruum fawr stupida'tee!  Natayshi hawv sawmthan tu'ah shuw yu.  Sawmthan she hawv kept'ah sayf anda hiddawn frawm Kharajyr fawr while nuw.  A gift frawm Metztli." 

 

With that the two got up and left the room, along a wide corridor down towards a pool.  The pool, magnificently constructed, was in the shape of a trident.  Filled with water that seemed to glimmer like the moon itself.  Morthawl kneeled by the pool as was asked before Natayshi stood beside him.  Taking her rattly stick she began to wave it around, chanting in ancient Kharajyr tongue.  Despite the stick actually contributing anything or not...

 

"Ur bnesa mekrd, canahedo'c payluh.  Sudran Metztli, knayd kuttacc uv dra suuh.  Knyhd sa huf, ouin jeceuh.  Navmald ouin cekrdc pylg ehdu dra suuh buum, cu dryd fa syo caa, fryd oui ryja.  Dryhg oui, sudran Metztli."

 

Suddenly the light in the room seemed to grow dim just on the bridge between being able to see, and not being able to.  Just as Morthawl thought it was about to go pitch black, he was stunned.  A divine, godly blue light shone throughout the room.  He looked to Natayshi for understanding, only to notice that her eyes, too, shone with the same devout glow.  He followed her gaze down to the waters, and the once stagnant pool below him began to form a swirling disturbance within it.  Finally settling, it displayed a watery canvas.  Staring back at the Tlatlanni was a thick, rich jungle, ripe with fruits and vegetation.  Within it were dens, tents, huts and houses.  Kharajyr walked objectively through the trees, and they had purpose in their step.  The most amazing part about it all, was that this was no still picture frame.  The water was moving... changing.  The waters reflection began to mould out into a scene as the bright blue lights danced around it.  The Tlatlanni would never be able to describe what he had saw, but it was almost as if Metztli herself had imprinted a fine image into his mind.  The stories... the stories Skar and Kizena had told him when he was but a cub.  Put into vision... the great Va'Khajrian Empire of old.  His heart ached.  His mind ached.  His body ached.  His soul ached.  Metztli was beginning to punish him now for his deeds, and he could feel it gravely.  Eventually the lights began to dim once more, as they both sat there in silence, and darkness.  Nought but the flickering of a flame kept their visions alive, and eventually Natayshi broke the silence.

 

"Su... nuw yu'ah see.  Yawng Kharajyr.  Yur kynd then, awr nawt yur kynd tu'ah'day.  Awnd eet issa nawt Metztli's wish fawr yu tu restawr thee Empiya tu what eet wus.  Butta eet ees Metztli's wish fawr yu tu deecyd what tu'ah du weeth thaw powar givvan tu yu..."

 

His eyes closed once more as he processed the thoughts in his head.  

 

"Yus... Mul'ta Ju'Natayshi..."

 

Rather absent mindedly as he got upon his feet, Morthawl left the temple quite abruptly.  It was then that he travelled to the docks of Karakatua.  Standing on the port of the ship 'Moon's Bliss', he looked upon the colossal stone trident scaling from the water.  Holding his breath he dived into the water, and swam, deep, deep down.  A small crevice, man made in the bottom of the trident lead into a draining room.  As he let the water out he descended the small staircase.  A tiny, tiny room, with nothing but a torch at the other end sat before him.  Of course, he entered, and he lifted up a large footlocker.  It read a few words upon it.

 

"Cap'n Tiazar's locker."

 

He decided to leave the room buried at the bottom of the sea and finally surfaced once more.  And with a sense of relief hauled the chest onto land.  However it was not over, as a massive trek ensued involving Morthawl lugging this container up to the top of the hills and mountains of Karakatua.  Finally reaching the one with the Sky Shrine and the giant Lapis Lazuli trident he set it down.  He opened the foot locker only to see some dusty old armour.  Though this was not just any armour.  This was finely crafted Va'Khajrian bronze made for none other than Tlatlanni Tiazar himself.  Within moments Morthawl had stripped his armour off, put it in a large sack and had thrown it far off of the mountain top.  Exhilarating.   He buckled on the Plated Loincloth and fitted the armoured shoulder-pads nicely as well as the sabatons until finally he sat a more simple, tribal crown upon his head.  His jaws almost cracked due to the immense amount of smiling that was occurring.  Overwhelmed with pride the Tlatlanni roared out into the sky, shaking the leaves of the trees close to him.  He hoped to carry on the legacy of the Empire as Metztli had intended it.  To go back to his roots and live in the culture of the old ways.  Wearing the Va'Khajrian armour of the last Tlatlanni was a symbol of this in his eyes, and was taking the first step in the right direction.  For the Tlatlanni knew more than anyone...  Metztli was with us.

 

 

 

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.