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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]

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[Silver Chest Event] One half of the whole

Postby Amunet on August 14th, 2015, 1:01 am

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77th, summer, 515 a.v.
8th bell of the day
Endrykas



There was a whole stir about the silver box. Her whole Pavilion was talking about it. They didn’t know what to make of it and some rather leave the wolf laying where it laid per say. The saying goes if you stir a wolf you get bit. Her mothers and the aunties spoke of the rumors of what people put in and received. Some laughed as the string of gossip continued. The family heavily walked the market and received any number of news. Some of it was just gossip but it seemed the more juicy the tidbit was the better it was. The odd thing of that matter was that if it was really good the women got even quieter as they whispered over in their corner of the pavilion where men left them to their own world.

It was a curious thing. Her father and uncles was warning the younger ones from it or it would steal their good fortune. Thus they provided justification through superstition. It made as much sense as the gossip the women were going on about. Amunet huffed a sigh as her face got this expression on her face that clearly read ‘Really?’ The girl’s little fists was on either side of her hips.

“You lot are being so superstitious. What is so wrong with a box? “ The girl set the argument out there.

The aunties both scoffed. “It just appeared out of nowhere. It is not a good sign.”
Her father’s two wives spoke up. “I hear some got gold or useful things from it.” Then shrugged at that and continued. “Then others got items that held more questions than fortune. “

“Honestly is life always about fortune?” Amunet shook her head. “I know we are crafters but what ever happened to the craft.” Those young eyes was ablaze.

“Young woman, a pavilion does not live on just the craft. It takes mizas and that is obtained through steady craft not just good craft. We do well enough to leave that mystery to the grass.” The eldest spoke in steady strong words, Grandma Shimmerstone. The rest of the ladies fell into a quiet chirping in the corner back to their gossip mill.

The others went silent. Her father took a puff off of a long pipe. He had a little understanding of some energies through his glyphing. “Some art is left to the gods, Amunet. This might be one of them. The etchings on it are nothing I have ever seen. “ The man shook his head as if he was disturbe by something. Goren put the pipe back in his mouth in his habit as he went into deep thought of those intertwining etchings.
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[Silver Chest Event] One half of the whole

Postby Amunet on August 15th, 2015, 9:46 pm

Well it wouldn’t hurt to look at it as she finished the morning chores and dressed to head out to where the silver chest was located. The girl was dressed in her loose cloth shirt and shirt. Her belt and boots finished the ordeal as she brushed her hair. The girl looked at her reflection in a pool of water the pavilion used. A half grown woman stared back to the youthful eyes that was slowly realizing that she was no longer a child. There were those that wanted her to fit into the mold of what they expected.

Why didn’t she feel the way the other Drykas feel or at least the one’s before her. They seem content and settled into their lives as prescribed to them. Amunet walked towards the chest and looked around her at the families and clans she passed. The wayward woman-child looked at the weavers and the bead workings, the cooking and the laundry and all those other things that make up domestic bliss. Part of her wanted something like that but there was a part of her that looked out into the open expanse of grass and yearned to feel that wind whip across her face and the thunder peeling at her back. There was no doubt the girl was Drykas through and through.

The girl reached the chest and gave it a good look. Her father was right in the regard of the etching. It was intricate and extremely complex. Her head careened from one side of the other as she shuffled from one side to the other. This probably would look rather odd as she examined the details. Those sharp eyes would catch details when she provided her focus and not distracted. Her fingers touched the outer edges of the etching as she barely breathed as she looked at it closely. It was as if they moved. The girl shifted up as her brow creased in both wonder and a little fear. Oddly she wondered what would happen if a small child accidentally crawled into it. She shook that aweful thought out of her head as a thought came to her. There was something drawing of that chest. Its not that she wanted anything from it but it was if it called to her.

There was no denying the fate of the gods. Amunet was an amazingly spiritual person believing in listening to fate. Some call her a fool for doing so. When there were stories of the gods, the Djed and when the elder healer would speak of Rak’keli she listened enraptured. The girl would take to heart those words. Those concepts would be carefully interpreted the best the red head knew how and applied with earnest loyalty. She sat in front of the chest and wondered what god this came from. It had to be from the gods. It was the only thing she knew could create something like this so intricate and beyond their understanding.

It said not a word but neither did Amunet as she looked at it with a pondering expression. Does she ponder overlong over things that should be left to the grass and forgotten? The girl did much the same when her mother died. Why these memories haunt her was beyond reason and she wished they would be gone with the grass. It was brutally painful within. Nahar said it wasn’t her fault, but it was painful all the same. After her mother was laid to rest, she would sit out behind the pavilion and just stare out at nothing in silence. The girl must have been silent for weeks. Taking care of little Drak only to return to the back and sit and stare. Her father was the only one who understood as it was something Leia once did. Amunet looked like her so much that his heart hurt also. The girl caring for the baby was good so he could let his grief run. Only little Amunet of no more than ten years of age needed to grieve also.
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[Silver Chest Event] One half of the whole

Postby Amunet on August 15th, 2015, 10:36 pm

Was it the chest that brought these most dearest and most painful of memories out? Was it the magic that ebbed from it that sought something so precious and encouraged you to purge it. She knew she needed to let go to be stronger. Amunet needed to move forward and somehow had been unable to. Maybe that’s why she seeks the sea of grass. To loose oneself in that wide expanse and forget where you come from if for a few moments. Maybe it was the reason she strove to be something unexpected. The voices that clamour in her head that tell her this is right or that is wrong or you need to be this or you need to be that. Those little hands she placed on either side as she closed her eyes. What was it she truly wanted in life.

No, that wasn’t it. The mysterious and ever changing sea of grass was something that drew to her very heart. The mercurial girl often mirrored the sea of grass in being both mysterious and hard to pin down. Tears had long since trailed down her face, hanging like sparkling jewels against the delicate sun kissed face.

“I am that I am.” The girl said to the box. “Listen well mysterious chest. The echoes of the wind whisper my name. Behind my eyes do I still hear their words. They fill me, they become me. “ it was if on queue the wind came up.

“The silent speech craving and caressing all around me. The light and dark illusions peel away my soul till what is left is the core identity of who I am unto creation. The Way is tasted upon these singular paths that surround my identity.” The tears kept flowing down.

“I am that I am.” Amunet repeated in a whisper as she undid the braid of her hair and loosened the pearl white ribbon from her hair.

“This is the most precious possession I own. It holds my past and I thought it held my future. I see the wisdom that it does not. “ The chest opened and the girl placed the ribbon in the chest and with it how utterly important that seemingly simple ribbon was to her soul. Her hand drew back from the opened maw of the chest. It was all she had left of her mother. Something inside her kept saying. ‘let it go.’ The girl closed her eyes to listen to those words on the winds and gently laid to rest the ribbon within the chest and closed the chest ever so slowly till the audible click was heard.

The girl stood back once the chest was closed and turned her head from it. Those blue eyes that mirrored the sky before her in both color and in depth looked up and into that open expanse for solace and requiem.
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[Silver Chest Event] One half of the whole

Postby Tribal on August 17th, 2015, 1:24 am

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There was a bright light as the silver chest accepted the gift and seemed to take into account the woman's inner turmoil. When the light faded and the magic was done, Amunet was free to approach the chest. Upon opening the silver chest she would discover and young Hunting Cat, gold and spotted with small, dark spots. Around the cat's neck hung a light blue collar with a small gold medallion attached to the front. On one side of the coin the Pavi sign for 'Found' was engraved and the small print below this read 'For Those Who Are Lost'. On the back of the gold coin, Amunet's mother's name (Leia) was printed clearly.


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In the seasons to follow Amunet would find that her new companion proved to be one of, if not the fastest Hunting Cat in all of Endrykas and the Sea of Grass, out running even the most highly trained cats. No matter where the young woman went, the cat would always be able to find her and those she cared for.


G R A D E S

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Experience

  • Rhetoric: 1
  • Socialisation: 1
  • Philosophy: 1
  • Logic: 2
  • Observation: 2
  • Meditation: 1
  • Storytelling: 1

Lore

  • Event: The Silver Chest
  • Running a pavilion takes hard work
  • Goren: The Shimmerstone Ankal
  • The Silver Chest: A gift from the gods
  • Amunet: Life without a mother
  • Amunet: The last goodbye

Loot

1 x Hunting Cat (1 season of age) [worth 100 GM]
1 x Blue Silk Collar
1 x Gold Engraved Coin [worth 5 GM]

Notes

Hi Amunet. Thanks for getting involved in the Silver Chest event! Great little thread; if I could just offer one suggestion? Make sure you read your work aloud at least once to check that it makes sense. I’ve already seen some great improvement in such a short time and know you’re going to achieve good things here with Mizahar. Enjoy the rewards!
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