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By chance or by misfortune, you come across a note, or perhaps numerous, and you read.
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Dear Kharajyr of all prides,
This one's name is Sa'Morak. He reaches out to you in order to invite you to attend a meeting; This meeting may decide Kharajyr future. What is known to Sa'Morak is nothing of the feuds between Kharajyr groups, but Sa'Morak does know that we have no determinate Tlatlanni. This is not the way of our Goddess. Have Kharajyr forgotten her name?
The meeting shall begin, by location shown beneath, at dusk in two days. Sa'Morak shall mediate this gathering. There is an absolute banishment of violence. Treat this area as if it were Metztli's High Temple. Have Kharajyr forgotten what they are?
By Metztli's grace, Sa'Morak invites you to speak in representation of individual Kharajyr groups, each with a claim to the title of Tlatlanni. At the peak of this meeting, we shall beseech Metztli for her decision.
May the moon guide Kharajyr to their destination. Has Kharajyr forgotten what that is?
Signed, Sa'Morak
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The note holds attached a location for the meeting to occur.
Do you attend?
If so, continue reading, and post your response.
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Kharajyr from across Axios gather. Minimal in number, and some wounded due to the hostilities endured due to a lack of belonging. Some seem impoverished, and barely taxed by their newfound faiths. Among the group, it is clear that there is a divide: the Ape'Kha and the Kharajyr.
Your character joins the meeting, and is allowed to remain if they are in fact a Kharajyr.
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A Kha'Tigrasi approaches a botched podium in order to address the Kharajyr below, who have convened in a circle.
He speaks.
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"Sa'vi, Kharajyr" he begins, arms abreast and welcoming. "Sa'Morak welcawmes you." His smile shows two of his fangs.
"Sa'Morak stands at a crossrawds. Kharajyr are fighting Kharajyr once again, and Sa'Morak would frown at this."
There is a dramatic pause as he looks across the ground.
"Metztli would frown at this."
He stacks some paper in front of him, a huge grin on his face. "Now..."
"Down to business. Who will be first to claim the position of leader?"
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The Kharajyr awaits a response.
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