| LiShen | Created on Friday, 21 May 2010 00:54 |
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I was born upon the plateau of a mountain, north-east of everything you see around you. Most people don't even know about the tribe that lives there, and that is the way they like it. They tend to keep to themselves and rather not dwell within the cities, for the past that plagues their mind won't let them forget about the greed and sorrow that breeds in most of the cities around. My father was a part of the hunters from the tribe, they called him Bane, for he was the Bane to every foes existance. My mother was an alchemist of sorts, she enjoyed the ale a bit much and always had a stagger to her walk. Bane was a brother to Neith's father who was the head hunter of the family, known to strike fear into the heart of any man. My family named me 'Moan' for when I was born my mother could looked at me and simply moaned in relief, and fell asleep for two days, two days without a name was unacceptable so they simply referred to me as 'Moan'. On my 6th birthday I was to go out and learn how to trap with the hunters, my father had gifted me a bow he himself used as a young boy from years before. I was so excited I could hardly wait, My family was known as the Tabar-nak because they were great Tabar-nak'ers, this meant they could fish even when the thickest of ice was in our way. My father has a very special role in all of this, he himself was the only one that could shoot an arrow through a foot of ice and still hit his prey with no hesistation. As we sat by the frozen lake my father handed me some brew especially made from my mother, to warm my insides of course. Winter up upon these mountains were fierce and you had to have a good brew in you to last even a moment. My father opened up a few jars from his bag, the oily mixtures were bright as the sun and the smell would make your nose hairs curl. He carefully dipped the stone tipped arrows in the mixtures, as he did he told me "Never ever dip the wood part of the arrow into the mixture, they'd simply burn right through and you'd have no arrow to shoot". I nodded, as I did something strange caught my eye... A woman was riding her horse right across the lake, very dangerously I thought to myself. Before I could even open my mouth I could tell the ice wouldn't hold and... Horse and all, she fell right through with a crash of the ice boulders. I got up and ran towards the lady, my father running right after me. As we got closer to where the ice was broken, we had to dance across the broken bits and chunks skillfully fearing we might have the same fate as the lady. We looked all around but couldn't see her, than her dark hair caught my eye, she had slipped right under the ice. My father and I pulled a few arrows from our back and began shooting them right through the ice making sure not to hit her. Finally we took out our swords and carefully removed the broken ice from above her, I feared it was too late but by then the Head hunter had came and scooped her up upon his steed and he was off towards the village. This lady was Neith, a long lost pup of our family the daughter of our very own head hunter. She had came to find her past and in doing so she intrigued me to find the distant lands that she had came from. It wasn't before long that she was going to return to her old, or new home it was hard to understand why she wanted to leave but at the same time my own curiousity had been sparked. I begged my father to let me join her back to the lands, I insisted I could be of good help and make sure she'd never fall through the ice again. He laughed and agreed if only Neith herself agreed to take me along, and she did. As we walked all Neith could talk about was how great the Wilderness life was, and I soon found myself wanting to be apart of the wilderness as much as she was. - Moan Tabar-Nak |
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