Reemergence (Jei)

Jei's return to Syka ends with a chat with Randal.

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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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Reemergence (Jei)

Postby Gossamer on January 3rd, 2021, 3:10 pm

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1st of Winter, 520 A.V.


Syka was almost a straight shot Northeast from Taloba. But like all things in the Jungle Wilds, there was no straight pathway, no road, and certainly no easily navigated stream. Parties moving between the two cities had to go overland to the sea and sail up the coast or cut a virgin path through the forest that took seasons of hard travel. The jungle wasn't forgiving, and truthfully growing wings out of the blue and flying would be a far superior way to bridge the gap between the two settlements.

When Jei had left those years ago, he had meant to only report in and return. But life was never as easy as one suspected and things came up, time passed, issues were dealt with, and suddenly instead of a couple of seasons, years had swirled past as the world turned beneath their feet.

When a trip northeast had finally been planned and initiated, none of those making the trip knew what awaited them on the other side. It could have been a vast empty settlement that had thrived for only a brief time and not even worth a brief note in the history of Falyndar. It could have been a booming metropolis with streets laid out in neat rows and more businesses than people needed filled with luxury goods.

Instead, it was a happy medium. There were a few more docks out into the sea now than the single large one strong enough and in deep enough water to tie up Syka's own Veronica. There were a few more structures, more geared towards communal living than individual survival. The settlement looked rich in manpower and yet still conservative in the fact that they hadn't stolen too much of the jungle but instead lived within it.

There was even touches of Gods here and there in the form of a beautiful monument to Kihala and a sacred bronzed statue of a parrot to the demigod of birds. The settlement indeed wasn't the same place Jei had left, but it wasn't unrecognizable either. There was, however, an unmistakable aura of power about it. Something here had garnered the attention of the Gods. It was a familiar feeling to someone from Taloba whom Myri lived among. It wasn't her feeling - the steadfast strength and prowess everyone got from rubbing elbows and walking among her shadow. But there was a sense of creativity here and a wonder that lingered on the tip of one's tongue because there were secrets and forgotten lore that littered the jungle here that even the folks of Taloba remembered.

The new had been built on the old, and the old had been something the oldest stories of the time before the rending spoke of with extreme caution. There were things here that were not of Mizahar, but were from elsewhere. There were dangerous things here, forbidden magics, and a structure... a structure only hinted at, that served as a gate between worlds.

It was one of the reasons Taloba was interested in Syka. They practiced mindfulness because they never wanted a situation where a city emerged beneath their very noses housing their oldest enemies like Zinrah was. They wanted to make sure the Dhani hadn't gotten a foothold here either. Recon and Intel were important. The Myrian had learned this the hard way, this plus a healthy sense of curiosity had kept their civilization alive.

And so it was the Jei and his party approached Syka, found a place to tie up at the dock, and found The Syka Common's well-populated by a group of people dyeing leather partially using the communal kitchens and partially using the Commons lead by one of the Founders who had wanted to get the stinky business out of the way. The Rangers, as it were, all were dying new leathers to blend into the jungles with and treating long oilskin slickers with the oil that needed to be permeated into the oilskin to render it waterproof for those traveling the jungle. Dye Day in Syka was one of the stinkiest things known to man, thus it was that it was done all at once, in very large batches, and cured quickly so the impact to everyone's olfactory organs would be a minimum.

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Reemergence (Jei)

Postby Jei on January 3rd, 2021, 10:33 pm

Jei would have been lying if he did not admit that he felt a queasy excitement on the return trip to Syka. It had been some years since he had ventured far from Taloba and emerged onto the admittedly beautiful beaches of Syka, far longer than he had wanted it to be. Far longer than he would admit out loud in words, truthfully. He felt some shame in the anxiousness to return that he had felt all those years, as if what he 'endured' betrayed his home.

Still, to return, to learn more about these foreigner's strange customs and lives... He was glad for it. He had thought he would be back within a few seasons, no more than half a year, at most... After some time, then, he had thought he would simply not be given the chance to return. How happy he was to be wrong that time around.

As the boat of Myrians finally came upon Syka and what looked to be some new additions to their docks, Jei could not help but feel overwhelmed at the stench of Dye Day. Of course, he did not know what Dye Day was, though the smell of the dyeing offered some sense of familiarity, even if the man could not quite place it. Myrians dyed some of their leathers, as well, but perhaps not at such a huge amount at once, and not enough that he was able to immediately recall that truly horrid scent.

It tempered the beginnings of a smile that twitched at the corner of Jei's lips. As he essentially tumbled from the boat onto the dock (he was not much of a sailor, and certainly did not have his sea legs) and after he took a moment to get to his feet, he looked out past the dock onto the beach to see if he could find the source of that smell. He hoped it was a temporary smell, because it was certainly not one he remembered from his last foray among the settlers. It was likely not one he would come to get used to very quickly, either, truth be told; the way his nose twitched and his face screwed up, it looked like the man had a rather sensitive sniffer.

"Skurak... Why can we smell the dye from here? It smells like shite," one of Jei's companions complained in Myrian. He had turned and offered a hand to help the woman out, and ensured that she did not fall as he had. She was more experienced and worldly than he was, so he took her word for it when she said that the smell was from dyeing leathers. Both he and a few of the others who were not used to the stench hoped that it was temporary, and not a frequent occurrence; then again, foreigners were weird.

After he had helped everyone get out of the boat safely and without injury, Jei straightened up and gazed almost longingly at the beach in the distance. He wondered how much had changed from the bit that he had seen and experienced, and whether that change was good or bad. They seemed to be doing well enough, but he did not know for sure. He turned back to his troop's leader as she began to address the group. They were to assimilate, separately in their own way and time, among this society for a more extended stay than the one previous, to observe for longer and report back only if and when a threat presented itself.

With that dismissal, Jei wasted hardly a tick to turn on his heel and begin walking towards the source of that foul smell, which happened to be the source of the greatest commotion, greatest gathering that Syka had to offer at this one moment. Though the stench grew stronger and filled his nostrils and began to hurt his head, still, he walked closer to it until he was thoroughly basked in the thick air of Dye Day and striding among the people of the Commons with a charming smile on his face.
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Postby Gossamer on January 18th, 2021, 1:27 am

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The thing about Syka was that no one not holding a weapon against the Settlement was considered a stranger. Jei and some of his cohorts that followed him into the thick of Dye Day was almost immediately welcomed and of course pressed into service. The young warrior was pressed himself into an unholy process by an woman with half white half black hair that immediately thought his fitness suited the task.

He was shown baskets full of hunks of what looked like minerals – stony and hard – with a green tinge to it that promised good material for dye. Then he was handed what appeared to be a sledge hammer, shown a huge flat hard hunk of bedrock stone that must have taken elephants to haul into the spot, and was told to turn the rock into powder for the grinning ladies who already looked exhausted and covered with stone dust. Good cheer greeted him when others of his group joined in, all of them picking up hunks of stone, laying them on the bedrock slabs, and pounding them to dust with the sledge hammers. They weren’t big hammers for the mineral wasn’t exactly hard. The three-pound sledge hammers were just a bit beefier than the average carpenter’s hammer. So Jei would be able to work through the baskets of minerals fairly quickly. His powder basket was exchanged for an empty one frequently and there was a younger person there to sweep off his bedrock stone repeatedly between his pounding.

A campfire away some other denizens were carefully mixing up dyes and carrying them away. The dyes were all in shades of green and brown, some streaks of muted yellow and dull orange. Others were stirring vats of leather and some were even stretching leather on frames and streaking it in camouflage coloring by hand. The work was hard, but as the day progressed, the whole Settlement could see real progress. And as the sun reached the peak of the sky and started down, the crowd thinned and the smells of roasting meat and delicious food filled the air.

Soon enough, Jei found his mineral baskets completely empty. He’d worked hard enough that those overfull baskets of raw mineral kept appearing magically for him to work. Women kept roaming by dropping off more ‘raw’ product with smiles and expressions of thanks. When he got one color done, another basket would appear with a new sort of mineral of a different color. But at the apex of the day, the only work left was the stinking freshly dyed leathers hanging in the tropical wind, drying out and setting. And he found himself invited to the cookout the whole Settlement was fixing to go to.

There was a gathering at The Communal Kitchens that overflowed into the Community Events Center. Men and women were gathering, cooking, and passing out plates and shoving even the strangers into line. Jei would be ushered into the food line, a plate put into his hands, and drink overflowing. Everyone was eating in celebration, once the plates were filled by wandering over to the Community Events Center. There were plenty of places to eat and Jei would find himself a place with a Founder settling next to him a few moments later.

“Jei right? I remember you.” Randal Dor said, offering a smile at the newcomer. “You back visiting or did you come to stay? I heard you worked all morning for the Dye Day crew.” He added, nodding his approval as even he shoveled grub into his maw. The man was obviously hungry and by the stained color on his hands, he could tell that Randal worked all day himself helping out.

“Anything I can help you with, especially if you are here to settle?” He added, nodding at Jei.




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