Time stamp 77 Fall 513
In the darkness of night many things can hide, shadows play across the buildings of Riverfall as Leth shines its light along its streets. There was no hush of the evening for the night was still young enough that there were the occasional couples out for a night stroll through the gardens, or through parks. The mother of Akalaks was Akajia, the goddess of shadows and secrets, but their father was Wysar the god of integrity, discipline and conviction. The two balanced each other out in Favchean's mind, and as a race Akalak's mirror their deistic parentage in their own limitations and advantages.
Favchean accepted Akajia's influence on his life as a child accepted that his parents would make him eat broccoli. He gave her credit where credit was due, giving her a prayer of thanks when it was merited and he never complained too loudly about the influences she gave. It was to Wysar that Favchean had held his most esteem for. So it was that he found himself in his cozy condo that was rather bare in decoration. One could tell that a man lived here alone for there was barely any amenities for comfort. There was a bed for sleeping in the bed area, there was a dresser for his clothing such as they were. There was a cooking area with a small wood stove that also helped keep him warm in the winter. There were wooden chairs with no cushions, and the wood itself was scarred and time tested.
In the middle of the living area, where a couple might have placed a chair or couch for entertaining Favchean had an odd contraption. It looked almost like a coat rack, long and standing upright. It's support beam was about two feet wide, and reached a height of seven foot so stood a little taller then Favchean. It had appendages that stuck out at odd angles from its support beam. Some of these were high, some were low, and some bent upward, while others angled downward. Each arm was connected to the support beam with a sturdy metal bracket, causing the arms to move when pushed. Each arm was covered in thick cloth, and when touched one could feel sand underneath the fabric. Each arm was also a different weight. It was a practice dummy that Favchean had purchased from a friend who made them for those who sought to improve their unarmed combat.
This is exactly what Favchean hoped to do. But first it was time to properly thank Wysar for his care and guidance. The dark green Akalak settled down easily on his knees, sitting back and resting his hands on his taut thigh. He was bare chested, his hair unbraided once more hanging long down his neck and shoulders. He was dressed for comfort so that he could both train, but also so that he could meditate on his god.
Icy blue eyes closed, and he began his breathing exercises. These allowed him to be able to attune his attention inward, on his body but also to cast his consciousness out to the god Wysar. Favchean did not presume that the god would heed his words, or even make note of his prayers, only that he believed that he heard them.
His breathing was slow and deep, his muscles loose and relaxed as he controlled his emotions and his thoughts. Nothing mattered in this moment but making sure every single muscle loosened, every single breath was purposefully taken. Nothing in this moment was automatic or taken for granted.
Wysar, god of integrity, hear my thoughts. Thank you for the discipline that you have granted me and my brothers, the discipline that helps most of us manage our natures. Thank you for o god for the focus that you help bring us, for the hand that you keep on your children the Akalak. Help this Akalak achieve greater discipline, greater integrity. Guide my decisions so that all are honorable and righteous. Help my heart continue to burn with conviction to protect Riverfall and its citizens. Help my heart hold dear the conviction to uphold your integrity.
When the short prayer was over, Favchean continues to stay in his calm state his breathing continued to slow and it was chimes before he opened his eyes once more.
In the darkness of night many things can hide, shadows play across the buildings of Riverfall as Leth shines its light along its streets. There was no hush of the evening for the night was still young enough that there were the occasional couples out for a night stroll through the gardens, or through parks. The mother of Akalaks was Akajia, the goddess of shadows and secrets, but their father was Wysar the god of integrity, discipline and conviction. The two balanced each other out in Favchean's mind, and as a race Akalak's mirror their deistic parentage in their own limitations and advantages.
Favchean accepted Akajia's influence on his life as a child accepted that his parents would make him eat broccoli. He gave her credit where credit was due, giving her a prayer of thanks when it was merited and he never complained too loudly about the influences she gave. It was to Wysar that Favchean had held his most esteem for. So it was that he found himself in his cozy condo that was rather bare in decoration. One could tell that a man lived here alone for there was barely any amenities for comfort. There was a bed for sleeping in the bed area, there was a dresser for his clothing such as they were. There was a cooking area with a small wood stove that also helped keep him warm in the winter. There were wooden chairs with no cushions, and the wood itself was scarred and time tested.
In the middle of the living area, where a couple might have placed a chair or couch for entertaining Favchean had an odd contraption. It looked almost like a coat rack, long and standing upright. It's support beam was about two feet wide, and reached a height of seven foot so stood a little taller then Favchean. It had appendages that stuck out at odd angles from its support beam. Some of these were high, some were low, and some bent upward, while others angled downward. Each arm was connected to the support beam with a sturdy metal bracket, causing the arms to move when pushed. Each arm was covered in thick cloth, and when touched one could feel sand underneath the fabric. Each arm was also a different weight. It was a practice dummy that Favchean had purchased from a friend who made them for those who sought to improve their unarmed combat.
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This is exactly what Favchean hoped to do. But first it was time to properly thank Wysar for his care and guidance. The dark green Akalak settled down easily on his knees, sitting back and resting his hands on his taut thigh. He was bare chested, his hair unbraided once more hanging long down his neck and shoulders. He was dressed for comfort so that he could both train, but also so that he could meditate on his god.
Icy blue eyes closed, and he began his breathing exercises. These allowed him to be able to attune his attention inward, on his body but also to cast his consciousness out to the god Wysar. Favchean did not presume that the god would heed his words, or even make note of his prayers, only that he believed that he heard them.
His breathing was slow and deep, his muscles loose and relaxed as he controlled his emotions and his thoughts. Nothing mattered in this moment but making sure every single muscle loosened, every single breath was purposefully taken. Nothing in this moment was automatic or taken for granted.
Wysar, god of integrity, hear my thoughts. Thank you for the discipline that you have granted me and my brothers, the discipline that helps most of us manage our natures. Thank you for o god for the focus that you help bring us, for the hand that you keep on your children the Akalak. Help this Akalak achieve greater discipline, greater integrity. Guide my decisions so that all are honorable and righteous. Help my heart continue to burn with conviction to protect Riverfall and its citizens. Help my heart hold dear the conviction to uphold your integrity.
When the short prayer was over, Favchean continues to stay in his calm state his breathing continued to slow and it was chimes before he opened his eyes once more.
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