Tell Me a Story [Open]

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

"Thank you Ishara."

Stories said much about the people that they came from. This specific one spoke of the marriage rituals of her people. A man was to make an offer ot the father of the bride and be approved; then he was to venture off into the desert. There he would be blessed by Yahal. He had to think about what this ‘blessing’ was. Was it a vision like the one he had in Mura? If so he never wanted such a blessing from any god again. Avalis had spared him from slipping into sheer insanity once, and her sister Rak’keli only had so much grace in her. He didn’t want to become the infected arm she had to glean off to protect the rest of her order.

But he noticed something very odd in Ishara when she spoke of this quest into the desert. She shuttered, her body language spoke multitudes where her mouth did not. Where there were not words there were raw emotions, unbridled and unchecked they said much more than words ever really could. Something about that journey into the desert sent very vivid emotion through her. He still couldn’t piece it all together. But he knew something wasn’t right. Something of this puzzle was still missing. He had only to piece it all together. But he didn’t have everything…yet.

“I am Serrif…” He’d leave some space for Ishara to introduce herself if for some reason this Kelvic man had forgotten it…although he had said her name a few times before now. There were some things about Kelivcs he would really never understand.

“Do you really want to know of Rak’keli?” He questioned the man as he smiled to Ishara thanking her for her story, and moreover the sharing of her culture with him. It helped him reach an understanding for who she really was. Because there were so very few people he really knew. And he wanted to know someone…he really did.

[Ishara Dossari]

Ishara parted with a small smile in response to Serrif's thanks. She met his eyes briefly, reading in them his recognition of all she left out of her words. His perception was...unsettling. She found herself torn between explaining the shadows that lurked behind the telling of her story, and holding the grief to herself, like a wound that one might clutch tightly to avoid the pain. Except, the tighter you held the more it hurt... Ishara tossed her 'drawing' stick into the fire and began cleaning up after dinner. She scoured the bowl and utensils with sand, and set them aside so that she could rinse them in the waves later. Serriff introduced himself, and Ishara smiled in Dex's direction. "Though I suspect you might already know it, my name is Ishara," she tipped her chin towards the hound, "That lazy sack of bones over there is Raj." At his name, the silkena lifted his ears...but remained where he was. At the mention of Rak'keli, Ishara's pale eyes darted back to Serriff. She was curious...not only to the origins of his marks, but their creator. Uncertain of what was polite to ask, she'd balked at inquiring after them too directly. This was a good opportunity, however...and looking from Dex to Serriff, Ishara settled back near them to listen to Serriff share his own story. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she laid a hand atop Raj's shoulder, idly combing her fingers through his creamy pelt.

[Dex]

Dex shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Serrif and Ishara. Serrif and Ishara. Funny names." Than again, Dex wasn't any sort of knowledge on names. His own name was made on the spot by almost pure randomness. "Who's Rak'keli?" Dex didn't know much about many things outside of ferret life. Of human things, he did not know much, and those that he did know, he often didn't even know what they really meant. OOCSo sorry it's short. I'm kinda passing the baton for story time here.

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

“Rak’keli is the Goddess I have decided to honor my life with. She is a forgiving and renewing Goddess; full of mercy and compassion. She is the Goddess of healing and mercy. Sister to Avalis the mother of the Konti race. Rak’keli and her sister Avalis reside in Mura, Rak’keli lives at her temple in the south tower on the Konti Isle.” Serrif drew one of his daggers from it’s ornate sheath and showed the engraved pictures on it.

On one side was the temple, Serrif continued. “this is the temple, it resides in Mura. There the Konti offer free healing to all those that need it as well as any medical care you could imagine. And here.” He flipped the blade over after they had both gotten a good look. “is the South Tower a shrine to Rak’keli. I know for a fact that Rak’keli herself resides in the top of that tower watching over her clinics and such.” He let them gat a good look at that engraved picture in the blade before tucking it back away into the sheath.

“I studied there at the Opal Temple for three seasons or so. Learning medicinal and herbal healing from the best I could find. I fell in love with Mura’s beauty but knew I couldn’t grow any further on the Isle. So I left with all the graces of the Konti people and came here to Riverfall to gather medicinal knowledge. So that I could possibly bring that knowledge back to the Konti library where it will be safeguarded and maybe even taught to students.” His story wasn’t anywhere near as extravagant as Ishara’s but it was truthful and indeed he had some visual aids with it as well.

“Mura was the most beautiful place I have ever laid eyes on, even Riverfall proper can’t compare. There is a silent beauty about Mura, peaceful, serene…people go to Mura to heal themselves. They go there to be silent and listen to the world around them. It is a different kind of place. I have never known a peace deeper than what I found in Mura.”

[Ishara Dossari]

Ishara frowned thoughtfully, her eyes following the dance of coals in the bed of the fire as Serriff's words hung in the air. He'd come such a great way, that she could sense, to hear him speak of Mura with such reverency. Those shores had saved him somehow, sculpted him into who he really was...or at least into part of who he was going to be. There was so much to his history that still hovered, unspoken, unknown... "It sounds lovely...your Mura," Ishara spoke with a soft smile, tossing a sidelong glance in Serriff's direction. "Your gift...it is something amazing as well. You have so much to offer this world, Serriff. It makes me glad to have known you." She shrugged, staring back down to her toes, watching them dig into the warmed sand as she turned this new piece of information over in her head. Her sleepy thoughts congealed into something dreamlike and heavy, of a starry sky and Serriff's glowing hands... Ishara started, blinking and sitting upright with a yawn. "It is late..." She sighed, glancing from Dex to Serriff. "I will embarass myself before long, and be asleep on my feet," she murmured wryly, shaking her head.

[Gossamer]

. Character: Dex Experience: +4 Observation, +2 Investigation, +2 Interrogation, +5 Socialization Lore: I Do Not Like Dogs, How To Properly Investigate A Camp, Those Marked by Rak’Keli can heal. Serrif: Has A Calming Effect, Rak’keli is the Goddess of Healing Character: Ishara Experience: +2Storytelling, +5 Socialization, +1 Observation, +1 Cooking Lore: How To Gain Inspiration From Finds In Nature, Ferrets Can Ride Dogs?, Some Ferrets Become Men, Serrif: Has Gnosis of Rak’Keli and can heal. Serrif: Has A Calming Effect, Dex: A Kelvic Feert Character: Serrif Experience: +3 Observation, +1 Running, +1 Leadership, +3 Socialization Lore: Ishara: Fascinated With Water, Dex: A Kelvic Ferret, Giving Advice To Kelvics Is Pointless Additional Note: Nice thread. I wish Dex would stop dropping them and finish them out instead! Lovely stories Ishara. Nice explanations, Serrif. .