Volutional

With his opinion heard, the Kharajyr that spoke - among many of those who had listened - retreat down the mountain once more. They go back to their everyday lives; with nothing but labour awaiting them.

Gathered amidst the summit of the Tlatlanni, the left mountain of two, are many Kharajyr. Word travels that there will be a speech, an elderly Kharajyr who will speak of the truth to the recent change. A messenger of Metztli, some say. Whilst others, those who would dare say it, would mention his possible allegiance to Absyyl. Suddenly, out of the trees, he walks and stands atop the table that is central to the summit; Kharajyr surround him, eager to hear his words. He looks over them as equals. "Kharajyr," He begins. "Long has it been since we have seen our once mighty leader." Some faces among the Kharajyr drop, noticing that perhaps this speech is that of malice. "Instead, he hides beneath our very feet, inside his far too grand palace; Such is the way of a coward, eager to avoid his problems. The Tlatlanni was once a strong position, one of pure construct to that of Metztli's will. Now, we find it empty; desolate like the jungles of our people." "For no longer." He turns to address as many Kharajyr as possible that surround him. "Today marks our new culmination. Today is the day in which we strike out of cowardice, and into the world once more. Too long have we suffered under the pathetic rule of one such as this." He raises his paw. "FOR NO LONGER!" He roars. He takes a breath, beginning to show a rebellious fierceness only seen in the eyes of a conditioned warrior, bound to a will. "Metztli had chosen our Tlatlanni. Metztli had also chosen our Sage. But where are they?" He looks around for an answer. Nothing but silence is spoken. "Are we not children unguided?" He smirks. "Maybe it is time we grew up. We are alone if we are not guided by the strong. We are NO LONGER guided by the hardy, we are simply idle whilst we submit to weaker powers than ourselves." "We must adapt. We must survive. This is the way of the Kharajyr." "And," He starts, knowing that this next subjective section of his speech will gain nothing but dismay. "Absyyl." He mentions, gasps following and questionable looks full of content brow raises. "Absyyl exists. We have seen the corruption that he brings to our jungle. He has emptied our walls!" He reaches into the crowd to invite a Kharajyr at random. "Kharajyr, do we not follow Metztli?" "Yes...?" They speak tentatively. "Doubt, I see it all around me!" He releases the Kharajyr that volunteered, it then clumbers to the ground again. "We are her children, but there are others. There are the corrupters; Iblees, not Absyyl. Our Sage is false." Gasps once more follows, some Kharajyr opting to be more vocal. "Doubt me, and you doubt the truth." He raises his head. "I was spoken to by a being not of this world. A demon, I could only call it. To me this thing said; 'There is no difference between the One Eyed Devil and the One Eyed Wolf'" Confusion spreads across some Kharajyr, but others begin to see. "We are not facing a meagre threat, here. We are facing a destroyer of worlds. To fear him is correct; But we do not fear, we survive. We are Kharajyr; and Metztli will protect us." "But only if we are led by somebody strong enough to face the darkness." "Morthawl is not this. Natayshi is not this. I dare not proclaim to speak for you all, and I will not volunteer somebody. We must decide as a collective, who shall lead us against this foe. For it shall not be Tla'Morthawl, and it cannot be Natayshi." "For no longer shall we be bound by their own will. We are bound to Metztli's will. She would not have us cower in fear. She would have us fight for our lives, for our island. For our children." "Tell me, Kharajyr. Who agrees with I?"

Whether by chance or misfortune, the writer of the letter that now rests in the orange and white hands of Ja'Dejika, failed to write upon the letter to whom it was concerning. Perhaps obvious to some, but also should it have landed in the wrong hands, dangerous. Ja'Dejika does not open the letter, but instead takes it to the Tlatlanni Morthawl, to whom it most likely concerns most. Though had she opened it, she would have announced her distaste of the idea with a simple, "No."

"Ah," She replies. "An expensive one I'm afraid. The clothes on show are designs that were previously sought after and sold on, their previous owners placing hefty prices to the misfortune of others." She holds the robes in her arms before placing it on the counter. "As this is a delicacy, and a very sought after piece of mine, I shall sell it at 500 minas." "Otherwise, I'd be happy to make another piece for a lower price."

"Welcome!" The Kharajyr says warmly as you walk into the store, located up a walkway in the Kharajyr Island. "What would you like?" She asks. Behind you, there is a selection of clothing options, exemplars and samples of fabric to choose from. Exemplars: "Of course, we specialize in Kharajyr wares, but we can make attempts at other fittings and clothing items." "Here are our prices." She grabs from the counter, a price list and a shoe-measuring tool along with a tape measure. -- (all of which are assumed new skins) Hat / Hood / Hair - 25 minas -- Clothing modification (minor skin edit) - 50 minas -- Outfit modification (full skin edit, eg; recolouring or redesigning) - 50 minas -- Clothing (a full outfit) - 100 minas -- Outfit (full skin) - 250 minas -- Clothing range (eg; armour / casual) - 500 minas -- OOC: Post in RP below, be warned that enemies of the Kharajyr may not purchase from this store unless in some kind of disguise or through a vessel. Leave a +1 if you liked your skin, or like this concept. The shop does exist in RP, too, so pop along if I'm online. Mannequin skin that I edited: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/clothier-mannequin---female/

Kha' name and current title: Sa'Dejika Kha's age: 22 Other commitments: None Previously a priest? If so, state the teacher: A short paragraph on your reason for joining: Dejika has, since her birth and calling unto this world by Metztli, been a true and honest believer of our own faith. It is undoubted, uncontested and unrepresented in any other culture known to Dejika. What Dejika may consume from such an understanding is that one must most definitely become a part of this faith in more than just practice and belief. Dejika wants to be able to tend to the wounds of her people and to watch as the leaves fault not through time in her jungle. To preserve and protect what Metztli has offered us is Dejika's main goal, and to learn the ways of the priestess would be exceptional to the constitution in which Dejika calls her legacy.

((Mc name)): Volutional ((Timezone)): UK Name: Sa'Dejika Race: Kha'Tigrasi Occupation and skills: Tailoring and ambassadorship Do you require housing: Yes

EOIN THO

Amazing, perfect, worth the wait. But please, hire somebody to do the music next time because sweet jesus it was too loud.