A Call Of Preparation.

[Geo 1415]

 

(Music set for the scene.)

 

 

 

 

In the north western waters of Anthos, panic ensues upon Karakatua.  Birds of vibrant and varied colours flush out of their comfortable homes as Kharajyr, running here there and everywhere, trample all over them.  Hungry wildlife scour the jungle floors, eager to take advantage of this event and secure themselves some dinner.  The canopy, alive and kicking, echoes with the confused shouting of Kharajyr clambering over one another to get to their homes and secure their belongings.  Several strikes of a wailing gong reach for the jungle's edge with each crash, beckoning the hysteric ants to their palace.  The Tlatlanni, having finally returned from his prolonged absence, shouts proudly down at the gathering Kharajyr.

 

 

"Kharajyr!  You need not panic, but rejoice!  The news you have heard, it is not one of misfortune, or catastrophe but instead it is religious fervor of our blessed matron.  The great goddess Metztli has granted her sage a sign, a vision of what is to come.  It is grave, but it is the will of our creator.  Change is upon us, as Metztli wills it."

 

"First I shall tell you what this change shall be.  Yhl'Natayshi has foretold an ape, orc, or perhaps even one of you, Metztli's own, that will destroy her precious stone.  That is right.  Metztli's stone will be destroyed!  Her gaze, her link to us, shall be more distant than it is now upon Karakatua.  Not only this, but with the immense power of our mother's stone, it may destroy the entire island, it may even reach as far as the pointy ears!  We are not safe upon paradise no longer, and it seems it is our goddess whom guided us to this island is also the one whom seeks to destroy it.  We are being lead off Karakatua for a reason, one that has not yet been deciphered but it will become apparent in time.  Metztli's light will never leave us."

 

 

"However we will stay together!  We are united by the light of Metztli, and to disperse from unity, even out of fear of death, is to betray her.  Metztli will take you up into the stars when she believes it is time, but until then, you must survive as one of her own.  Anyone that leaves prematurely to the departure of the rest of the Kharajyr will be branded a traitor, an Ape Kharajyr, and will be hunted down and sacrificed for betraying Metztli.  With the coming exodus of our home, we seek to find a habitat that is swelling with means to meet our needs and desires.  The tall forests of Malinor remain too close to the Stone of Metztli for safety.  The Dwarven lords of late have grown foreign to us, and their barren wastes of ice and stone make no haven for us.  The apes will never be dislodged from the side of our people to which they are a thorn.  With this, we turn to unlikely allies, with hope of tolerance and mutual gain.  Begin gathering your belongings, your cubs, and your trinkets of religious worth for wherever it is that we depart, we go to gain the blessing of our goddess."

 

"Our ships must be ready to depart as well, stocked, and set to row.  The priests and priestesses of the temple will neutralize the Gy'Waka, and any other native companions of Karakatua, so that we may at least attempt to adapt them to surviving off of the island.  Reserves of Lapis Lazuli will be taken with us, and the temple priests and priestesses will harvest what energy they can from the stone of Metztli as to recreate moonpools elsewhere and to possibly recreate the stone once we settle.  Until then, the undercroft of the temple will not be accessible, and will be guarded until the priests have finished their rituals.  Eventually we must leave.  Leave on our ships just as we arrived many years back.  We struggle to continue moving from home to home repeatedly, but we do so because our goddess wills it. May Metztli's will be done."

 

The Tlatlanni's fist meets his other paw, bowing his head in a prolonged silence.  Finally as he looks up, he roars at the top of his lungs.  "May Metztli guide us all!"

[THUNDER37 162]

T'Kaen's eyes wander around the serenity of his home, as his Munna and Patta pack various assortments of clothes and belongings into a few small boxes. His eyes wander around the room again, his only thought...

 

"WHERE IS MY COOKIE!?"

 

He bounds around the room, scurrying under the dining table as he spots the beautiful gem of the chocolate cookie! He nabs it quickly, scurrying out from underneath as he plops down in the corner protectively holding his prized possession between his paws.

Awaiting the movement of both his kin, his friends and his cookie.

[kitsune 4]

S'Xarvaj scurries away from his den, with all of his junk he collected from the past years. He looks up at the sky. Everyone were going. One kha' carried a cookie like lapis, another their cubs. S'Xarvaj only thought one thing:

 

 

"Guud-baw, Awland..."

[Shadeleaf 1022]

S'yahno emerges from his den with a huff, a sheep skin pack across his frame, the contents; nothing of great importance. "L'awt aws see haw Tla mawn'awgees dees..." he says to no one in particular, glancing behind him as he walks off to one of the ships... perhaps not to be seen again...

[Lita 677]

Ja'Sahra says nothing after she hears the speech. She sets off immediately to the temple, intent on deeply meditating as she fills herself up with the presence of the Stone, perhaps for the last time.

[KUSHerZombie 222]

Si'Rabeoha sighs with releif, not having to roam off the lands of the empire alone, but with other Kharajyr. He makes his way to the temple, with the intent of deep prayer with the stone, for maybe the last time.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Braké sits in the crowd, a look of uncertainty upon his face.

[Malaise 1570]

S'Xan'jar sits idle in the paradise that is his den, watching the frantic Kharajyr scurry around outside. He huffs in boredom, resting the side of his face on a blood-caked paw. Funny, really, when a good day can go so wrong.   "Awt'a leest'a now Xan'jar cawn hunt more ape-kha."                                                                                 

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Zarek, one of the longest standing and remaining Ape'Kha blinks as he hears the news of his people moving to the mainland. He looks around nervously, muttering.

 

 

"Weel Luwks lawk Zarek es Fawked."