The Fires Of The Old Ways Burn Brightly.

[Geo 1415]

 

 

As a most exhausted, bloodied Tlatlanni steps off of the boat and onto the docks of the Karakatuan bay, he looks groggily to the jungle.  The boat captain ties the boat up and joins the group, to make sure no intruders come upon the island during this time.  With nothing but his trident to keep him standing, the Tlatlanni pulls himself along the dock and onto the beach.  As the group that had followed him watch him climb the dune, he stops at the top.  He turns to them, with nothing but a sweet, forced smile to enlighten his face.  

 

"Tlatlanni..."  He hears, muttered amongst the small group.

 

"Nuun!" The Tlatlanni bellows out, raising his paw into the air as he calls for a silence around them.

 

The Tlatlanni tilts the trident and shoves it outwards into the wind, pointing it down at Ri'Quorak.  

 

"Ri'Quorak!  Gu duwn tu tha fawrms, thaw lumba' cawmp.  Gathawr thee wurka's awnd teyl them tu cawm tu tha Tlatlanni's palawce."  He holds a stern locked gaze between himself and Quorak for a moment, as he still is unsure how to feel about the events that happened prior to this.  

 

"Ki'Lorei!  Scoawt thaw villaj', knawck awn awl thee huwses, teyl tha Kharajyr theyr tu assemble befawr theyr Tlatlanni." He snaps as his eyes dart to Lorei. 

 

"Do'Raazhen!  He booms out, baring his teeth.  "Yu weel gu tu tha; barrawks awnd awaykan tha' Do', have theym approach Tla'Morthawl!"

 

"Ri'Dato."  He addresses Dato with a smile.  "Head tu tha grayt tempawl awv Metztli awnd fynd tha preests, breeng theym tu yuur Tlatlanni!"  

 

With that, he places his fist against the trident, roaring out into the air before bowing, to dismiss them all.  His voice grows soft as he drops to one knee, eye level with his two cubs.  "Leetawl wuns... gu, fynd yuur munna, teyl hawr tu cawm fynd patta at hume, yus?"  He kisses each of their foreheads before standing up again, and pushing them off into the jungle.  

 

 

 

After following the winding jungle paths the Tlatlanni finds himself at the entrance of the palace, with a great variety of Kharajyr swarmed around him.  He proudly makes his way through them all, before standing at the top of the steps.  He smashes the pole of his trident against the ground heavily, three times in a row to create three consecutive erupting explosions of ambience, to call silence.  He bows in reverence to his people, as they bow back to him.  He speaks, no, he roars, so that his words fall deaf on no ears this day.

 

"Kharajyr!  Childrawn awv Metztli!   For a lawng tyme haws yuur Tlatlanni been blynded.  Tuu blynd'a tuu see thee weys awv uuld.  Yuur uwn Tlatlanni 'eemself haws had fawr tuu mawch interactiawn with thee Apes awv thee maynland, and nuu lawnga!  Thaw Hyya Ulves eenvyt aws tuu theyr citay, awnlee tu disgrayc' Metztli by feedang a Kharajyr alcohawl.  Poisawn!  T'ey challawnj' yuur Tlatlanni awnd stab 'eem in tha bakk.  T'ey thruu'a giawnt rocks atta tha Tlatlanni's cub, anwd wurst awv all... t'ey shuw weaknaws.  Thuu lyk awl Ulves, t'ey awr deceptawv'... awnd weel fynd a wey tu dig awt Metztli's Empiya!  Eet stawps tuday."

 

He reels back to draw in a deep, awaited breath, to fuel the rest of his speech.

 

"Thee Apes will nu lawnga' serve aws friends... but prey!  T'ey weel nawt tayk advawntaj' awv Metztli's kin.  We will shuw Anthos whu' tha reel hunta's awr, with blawd!  Thaw immediawt cawnstructiawn awv a watchtowa' awt tha dawks ees tu be built!  We must watch thaw seas, fawr thee Ulvs cawn see awr islawnd frawm they'ra walls!  Tha' Do' awr tu increase theyr patrawl aruwnd Karakatua, awnd especiawlee tha dawks, fawr nu Apes mey be permitted awn thee islawnd withuwt the cawnsent awv the Aelkos councawl, awr yuur Tlatlanni.  We prepayr fawr a tyme nawt awv war, but awv peace.  Howevva'!  Obstacawls weel awlweys lie een tha path awv yuur goawls.  Karakatua weel reach its goawl... with blawd.  Su gu nuw, hunt tu yuur heawrts cawntent.  Bring bawk tha slayves, prisonawrs awnd sacrawfyces tu awr hume, we prepayr awr uwn feast...  We shawl retawrn tu tha uld weys... tha weys awv Va'Khajra."

 

The area falls silent, before a solemn nod of the Tlatlanni is seen, and the crowd begin talking.  He stands waiting, for any questions that may have arisen, eagerly.

 

[Volutional 935]

Ri'Quorak stays silent, gazing blankly upon his Tlatlanni.

 

Slowly, his raises his trident, and copies Rynsuho's previously shown beat, and taps it loud for other Kharajyr to copy.

 

He then chants loud at the end of the fourth beat of each phrase; "Fedr pmuut!" - With blood...

 

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[Wretched 2075]

Natayshi tightens her frail grip around her staff, crouched down atop a thick branch in a tree that overlooked the group and the Tlatlanni. Her whiskers twitch, her expression blank and unreadable as her ears flick forwards to catch Morthawl's every word, wincing under his tone of aggression. She finds her blank stare being drawn away from Morthawl as a small cluster of Vena'vi, firefly-like creatures, brush their way around Natayshi's body before soaring aimlessly away into the jungle. Her eyes narrow onto the gleaming sparkles of the Vena'vi as they slowly gain distance from her before their light fades entirely, being swallowed up by the tangling labyrinth of vines and vast trees.

 

Natayshi rises to her feet, weaving her way along the branches high above the Kha' below to follow the Vena'vi into the jungle, she slides silently from tree to tree, the dense canopy proving an easy path as the familiar glowing creatures come into view once more. She quickens her pace, pressing the end of her staff down into the curling branches beneath her feet to throw herself forwards as finally the bugs come within reaching distance...

 

Natayshi bursts unexpectantly to the very edge of the jungle, she clings onto the trunk of the tree as her head lifts to gaze over the vast expanse of sea with an expression of enchantment. The Vena'vi disperse in the air before her like a dissipating cloud of light as they swarm blindly back into the jungle, leaving Natayshi to continue staring outwards into the grey fog that seemed to linger over the water like a plauge, and so she turned to leave. With her back to the fog, Natayshi never saw it too begin to dissipate, revealing for but a few moments the high-elven city placed peacefully atop the mountain of the opposite coastline, staring down at her expectantly.

[Addled 62]

Ki'lorei watches mutely as the Kharajyr around her begin speaking excitedly about their new plans and the changes that would become of their kingdom. She feels odd, surprised by the somewhat sudden turn of events but pleased at the energy she now felt from the Kha. She exhales, feeling the severity of the Tla's decision rush against her like a wave. She closed her eyes with a shudder and tried to think.

 

In that brief moment, she remembered the times where she traveled out of the safety of her home and tried to trade with the apes. She hadn't felt comfortable and though there were few that were kind, she hadn't fully trusted them. And now,...

 

She opened her eyes. And now, she knew that her anxiety was a warning.

 

She sighed, straightening as she asked. "Thes meens thet aypes awr nu laung'r allawd awn tha eslend, yus?" And as her voice was drowned out by the chaos, she asked again, raising her voice. Her tone was stern yet curious and rose above the crowd's mumblings.

 

She waited, her eyes locked on the Tla and then roaming on the Kha around her as she waited for any responses.

[Lita 677]

Ja'Sahra was a bit surprised to find her cubs beckoning her to come, but come she did. Weaving her way through the jungle, she stood in the palace and listened to the speech. As she listened, her tail started to lash about slightly, a small angry expression crossing her face. Along with that anger came a perfect focus, and decisiveness.

 

"They weel dyeh fawr thawr trechury..." she hisses under her breath, before turning away. She didn't wait to hear the noise that began, although she couldn't say she disliked it. Her vision, although it was becoming weaker by the day, turned towards the stairs. She walked to her room, before slipping down into the storage area.

 

She reached behind one of the chests, and from there, pulled out a long, slender pole of ancient Jungle tree. At the top curled root-like structure entombed forever a large, black pearl. Immediately following, she slid her paw into another chest and pulled out a dagger of lapis lazuli and the same wood as the staff. Sahra left the palace then, carrying her staff and sliding the dagger away with its sheath. She would no longer neglect her duties to Metztli.

[meg 1994]

Rynsuho, following her Patta's orders with diligence, brings Sahra to the gathering. She listens, standing tall, cringing at the mention of the almost-murder of Morthawl. After he has spoken, she weaves through the crowd, approaching Morthawl. She goes to take his paw, looking up eagerly. 

 

"Patta, whawn can Rynsuho fight? Rynsuho willaw crawsh tha Awpes who trawied tuh kill Ryn an' Patta."

[Saviordude 133]

High above the crowd, perched on a jungle branch sat a Hawk. A Malinorian Hawk, covered in Druidic Markings, and seeming to be quite interested in the Tla's speech. As he finished, it shook its feathers and soared into the sky towards the mainland without a sound.

[Moot 1719]

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