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by Deja Vu on Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:18 am
Curiosity and the Cat
Daz had brought the foreigners to Iz, because he was following a well versed line of thought; if you do not know something, find someone who does. It was the same process he had taken with the thief he had found a few winters back, and Iz had taken the man in much like Daz had. The mans name was Immiad, and he hurriedly came from the innards of the temple when he heard a tongue he thought he would never hear again. His tan skin, strange way of dress, and ethnic diversities labeled him as one of the sandmen.
"Iz, Iz, what is this!? Who are these men? Where do they come from?" Said Immiad in a rush of grunts and clicks he had learned since his apprenticeship with the old man. A slight sent of an accent was distinguishable from Immiad. Still, he squinted his eyes as the darkness of dawn masked the men he beheld. Where they truly his people? Iz took control of the situation with a crisp series of clicks and whistles, which translated to Daz as, "Yu, have much explaining to do." What came next was a wonderful lesson in Ruk phonetics.
"Iz, these men, and Prince, came from far beyond the falls *pointing in the direction they came* where the sun is harsh*pointing at the morning rays*, the ground full of sand*kicking up the fine grit that was beat from the worn path*. They ask, who is our...'Father'. I could not sufficiently explain myself, so I brought them to someone that could. I fear they would like to meet our 'Father'..."
Iz and Immiad looked at Daz, before Immiad looked at Iz, who nodded his head. "Immiad, shall act as interpreter. I have much to say."
Iz Untakin took of his ramskull, then his hooded robe, leaving him clad like Daz in a simple loincloth like skirt and a tunic like shaw. His face was covered in many pale tattoos, many of them sharp lines that crisscrossed each other. He had a graying beard, and a head of hair that was of dreadlocks. He was obviously well seasoned, being presumably three score winters old. Still, he spoke in his light tone, one of knowledge and wisdom. Immiad translated for the Prince as he did so.
"Our 'Father', our offspring of a divine one you say, is the very heavens above. He has no name, for he is one and all. He is the lights of night you look at; Stargazer. He is the sun you bask in; Sunwalker. He is the harvest you work for; Farmhand. He is living, and he is dead. He is the day, ad he is the night. But there is one other that shares the name of 'father', or Allfather. He is a man. But it would be better if you stay far from this man."
Daz couldn't agree more, for the Allfather was a very...temperamental man. He was of the mortal realm, and commanded enough power to kill any man he chose. He lived far inland of Ruk, where the snow and the mountains were plentiful. All of Ruk was at the Allfather's whim.
The Will of the Allfather
The snow bit like nothing before it, and the hail that pelted the rough hide that served as the lone man's covering did little to halt it's velocity. He stood out infront of a high place building, a temple of sorts, gazing from high atop the mountain to the horizon as the sun rose. The weather was picking up, and the snowdrifts would soon be upon them. The wind was already becoming a nuisance and soon the man would have to return indoors unless he wanted to be frozen on the spot. He was very tall, and very muscle, as he turned to head back indoors.
It was he who ruled the land. He who had brought the waring tribes together for the benefit of them all, he who had made a pact with the lowlanders to stop the bloodshed between the two caste. He who and instituted a Hierarchy of a kingdom, of a council, of an establishment. No one could work and gain rank, the central power of He and hos followers serving as a court of the land. Ruklanders far and wide knew his name and bowed to his will, for it was he who had the knowledge of the stars, he who brought them the knowledge of when the harvest was most plentiful. But he had heard rumors circling about. How the adventurous Zoo had been lost to the land, and how the Falls were suddenly befallen with demons from the sands.
He would soon route out these rumors.
Wayward Bound
The various pastes would undoubtedly prove handy, if Zoo and his men remembered their respective uses that is. As the lithe woman spoke, his men were already at work getting to cart moving, and more importantly, in the right direction. Finishing fastening large waxed leaved to the wheels with a glue like paste, and numerous leather strappings, they took hold of the braided thick cord of the towline that was fastened to the front frame. Two men were looking over the map that had been brought back with much interested, peaking to each other in hurried excited tones, and making gestures toward the direction they should be going. Zoo, already knowing which way to go, having seen the map first and backing up his claims with his knowledge of the stars he had just seen high above the canopy, backed up the two men. Soon with a heave and a tug the cart was moving, Zoo leading the towline with a grimace on his face.
He took the time to look back at the two who had been so kind to him. Zoo waved in a universally known sign of goodbye, which his smile on his face doubled the effect. Soon they would be at the river again, and if the map was right, it was paralleled by a much slower moving and very much wider cousin; a bayou. The bayou followed the same route they needed to go, and was so slow moving that venturing upstream would be quite plausible. The of course once they reached the Ruk lands, they needed to make contact with fellow folk, who lead them back into the heart of Ruk, back to him.
Fireside Dealings
The taste of the newcomers food was excellent, and it was something that brought them great respect amongst the lowlanders. Jask could taste the bitterness of alcohol creeping into one of the drinks they had brought. The duck was superb as well, and the dancing of two cultures intermingling was a sight to see. By the small fire he called his own, Jask removed his bronze mask, and gave to his son to return to its place in the tent. He suspected the liquid would soon loosen both their tongues, he and the newcomers.
"There is much talk about you, as a people. We see you as we wander the land, always there, but never close at hand. You live in the jungle, were the land is muck, and the sun doesn't shine. While we live on the plains and the river, where there is plenty, and our sheep can graze. You seem to stay in one stop, while we move like the stars at night. We are different, yet we are similar too. By the Allfather, I think we might be friends after tonight!" He said with a cheer as he downed a flask of the strange drink they had brought.
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