A long time ago (Ivan, flashback)

[Lozylir Wright Terras]

1st spring 467 av

Lozylir laid upon the simple bed as he paid for the room for the season. He made it at last in Syliras at last but as he laid on the bed his mind begin to wander. He thought of when he was a teenager. His father, Ielir, had told him to meet someone that was his age and that he would enjoy meeting. That was the day he met Ivan.


Lozylir found himself along the ground, his arms pushing his body up and down as he kept his legs together. He race was already built more or less and strong but he found himself wanting to push the idea of body building more to stay in shape for both the forages and anything else. His father Leir made sure he was staying in shape as his mother Suesan played in the forage. Well he would not use play but she was always busy crafting new items for both the clans and to sell for the family.

Lozylir was a rare male in the Terras clan which was mainly only females. It was said that it was a blessing for a male child but Loz never did understand it even if the females his age enjoyed him. He was use to growing up around all females but did enjoy the male friends he had which were not many.

Up and down, the same movements were done over and over as Loz pushed himself up with his arms then lowered himself down. He would have done more but he heard a voice calling him. Not of a female tone but of a male which was his father.

“Lozylir, come on you need to meet someone. Go down to the open area near the statue of Izurdin. You will see him in a bit. His father is sending him as well and he knows to look for a male terras. You always tend to stick out with that purple arm and being a male afterall. Your mother wants you to work on your crafts later so don’t spend long.”

Loz just nodded as he heard that and left to doing as he was told. He had no idea who he was to meet but the idea of working on his craft gave him a smile along his lips. All of his race enjoyed crafting be it weapons with metal or art of stone and wood.


He came to the statue at last, the statue that showed off the god of the Isur race and he waited for this random person. Loz did stand out with his purple left arm but that did not make him feel odd. All of his race had different shades of color on the right or left arm depending on male or female.

[Ivan]

Ivan too, had been working to improve his build. It was his duty to join the military force known as Izurdin’s Hammer. It was the honor of all sons of the Coglias clan to do so. So it was rather annoying when his clansmen Lelir interrupted him. His fist would be the hammer that killed the Isur’s enemies. Thus Ivan used no weapon when he went out and crushed stones. His father would place a bolder in a private cave near their home, a place the family used for combat training. Ivan was to break it, or he would be allowed no sleep. For a young Isur, his left arm was hard. Not as strong as an adult’s, but he suffered no pain.

It was a time like this, as he was brutally smashing his fist upon the stone that Lelir had spoken to him. This man was a friend of his father’s, so he was allowed into Ivan’s home without much question. He spoke of his own son, and how he needed a friend. His father had excused him of the day’s requirement, too. Up until then, Ivan had been a loner himself. It would be nice to have a companion.

Ivan consented to leave his home for the forges. Every day he offered prayer to Izurdin in his family shrine, but it would be nice to see the big one that was constructed in the god’s name. The man he was suposed to meet would be easy to spot. He’d already heard of the Terras clan’s new male. It was under the large statue of his patron god that Ivan found the boy in question. As he got closer he smiled and raised his left fist in a gesture of friendliness.

(OOC: sorry for the long wait, but im officially back to miz now. also, the isur are supposed to have awesome arms, so we should totally start the tradition of the fist bump as a greeting. it just seems like a cool idea at the time, man.)