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Kangee

"There is pain, hate, and sorrow in your cities. Here, only strength."

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a character in “Fragments of Deception”, as played by Chuckles

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Many things make their home in the Wild Lands of Meladon. Proud people call this place home. Living what some would call a simple, even barbaric, life in the less than peaceful wilderness.

Leather wraps around his legs over light fabric trousers, a length of cloth wraps around his waist and hangs like a loin cloth to his knees and on his feet are soft leather shoes. Apart from what serves as a hood and cloak he wears no other clothing. The strap of a satchel hangs across his chest and small bag rests on his back. His skin is tan, his hair black and strait, his eyes a deep green. Two feathers adorn his long hair and a single, large, tooth hangs from a string around his neck. He carries a long spear that serves him well as a walking staff. A elegantly curved blade can be seen tucked carefully in his belt, a keen eye would see the length of cord that is attached to it's hilt, the dragons tail.

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Kangee's Story

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Kangee lay silent below the twisted branches. He could hear the footsteps, the loud breathing, the armor scratching. These were not wild men, these were city men. All around him his fellow tribesmen hid, waiting for the opportune moment. They were many, and prepared; the band of hunters approaching would stand little chance when the trap was sprung. They had pushed Kangee's people to the wild lands long ago, only now to find need in this place. Little did they know this place was not just unfriendly to their kind, it was hostile.

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"Shut up!" the mercenary snapped, swinging his lightly armored arm at the cage as he would that of any other wild creature. The racket that caused was even louder than the general racket of the caravan. Another, seemingly senior ranking, mercenary gave his colleague a harsh look. "You mind letting everything for miles know exactly where we are? Give it some water, no use if it dies before we make it back to market." Mumbling a curse under his breath the first man reached into a compartment on the wagon and retrieved a water skin. Pulling the cork out with his teeth, which he spat into the cage, the man took a long swig before shoving the water skin through the bars. He managed to spill a good portion of the contents onto the floor which gave him some pleasure at least.

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Kangee watched as a mercenary snatched what appeared to be a water skin from a prisoner. The woman in the cage seemed human, but the way she was treated meant she certainly wasn't Caerdran. The others in the tribe lay silent as the caravan moved nearer to it's unexpected destination. None spoke, in fact it was hard to say than any breathed, they were silent. Only the caravan created noise, unknowingly announcing their presence to the wild lands further than any of them could know.

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He caught Loore's gaze for a moment. If this had been a Caerdran they would have been staring at the trees, still completely ignorant to his presence, but Kangee knew this woman saw him. It was at this moment that he stood. As the caravan continued forward many of the mercenaries wouldn't even notice that they were suddenly surrounded by men in the trees. Not a word had been spoken, even so the tribesmen had stood almost in unison. A dart in the neck of one mercenary would cause a stir as the body fell limp on the floor and the caravan came to a sudden halt. Kangee flung the curved blade of the dragons tail and caught a second across the throat, resulting in a far bloodier corps than the first. "You," Kangee pointed to the men, "are our prisoners, or you may join them." his finger moved to the nearly decapitated form that he had dispatched a moment earlier. "What say you?"

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Two mercenaries raised bows against their attackers but were swiftly dispatched. One showed his true colors and ran, but found that Kangee was very specific with the choices he had given them as a dart found it's way into the back of his neck. A handful of other men wouldn't let themselves be taken captive and even with no chance of victory charged the nearest tribesmen. The result was swift, bloody, and helped to solidify the choices of those who did not have the courage to fight.

"Only one coward, but few fighters." Kangee sighed as he approached the remaining mercenaries. His tribesmen set about binding their new captives as Kangee approached the cage that held Loore, and one mercenary who seemed to have a particularly ill fate ahead of him.

"You have no respect for strength, and now strength has no respect for you." Kangee said solemnly. He stood before the struggling man, and would do nothing but watch.

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The cage was crudely built, the wooden bars lashed together and a single door on the back. Kangee knelt and searched the recently deceased for a key but found nothing. The next closest mercenary had surrendered and he walked swiftly up to him, not speaking, only holding out a hand. The man fumbled about quickly, his eyes filling with fear as he tried to pull the key out from its place tucked in his shirt.

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Kangee reached into the pocket the man was attempting to get into and retrieved the key. It was simple and worn, with spots of rust all along it's surface. Returning to the cage he unlocked the old padlock and swung the door open, stepping to the side as he held it from swinging closed so that Loore could come out.

"Bring water, and food, for this one. She is not of these lands, who knows how long these Caerdras" the word came out like a curse, " have kept her caged."

Finally he spoke directly to Loore, "Come, you do not know our speech, but you know our way. Even with out words a hunter can communicate." He extended his hand to her to help her out of the cage, this gesture was so far separated from the stern demanding hand he had shown the mercenary with the key, one might wonder what how a man could change his composure so quickly.

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The woman was strong. Kangee nodded his head as she touched his chest and spoke. "We keep a count only of the debts we owe, not those owed to us." he said softly.

When the shadowstalker emerged from the trees it added another level of fear for the mercenaries. The reaction in the tribe ranged from shock to wonder to fear, all well deserved of the majestic creature that stood before them. Kangee watched the creature in awe, it's movements where effortless and yet there was so much strength. A hand reached to the tooth hanging from his neck, it had once belonged to a cat of similar size who's kind roamed the wild lands. Remembering the day he had faced this one this tooth had come from he was glad for the relief that came when Loore spoke to the huge cat. This gesture did not have the same effect on the Caerdras. In fact, Kangee noted with pleasure, it possibly made them even more frightened of the creature.

"Ta'ar." Kangee said slowly, trying to pronounce it as the woman had. He looked from the cat to the woman, "I am Kangee." He placed a fist against his heart, "What is your name?" he asked, not sure how much of their language she would understand.

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Kangee thought for a moment. It would be a long ordeal for the men they had captured, many would not make it home. The tribes in the wild lands lived by strict laws and the men from Caerdras where criminals under those laws, the punishment would be varied but in the end it would be for the Chief to decided.

"Good Chief will decide their fate. Now, we make them walk." The tribesmen heard Kangee say this and cheered a little as they began pushing their captives forward. The now empty wagon lurched forward as the horses where guided along. They would walk for some time before coming to camp, then the captives would have their fate decided.

As they walked Kangee would try to understand how much Loore knew of their language and perhaps what he could learn of hers. He had no idea where she was from but he knew it must be far from this land, so he would do what he could to help her interpret the world she might not understand.

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The watch was out in the trees and the fires where burning. A deer had been prepared earlier in the day, before the sun had gone down, nothing now remained. The fires now served to fight off the chill of the night as well as the prying of any nocturnal predators.

Kangee placed a large piece of wood on the fire nearest Loore before taking a seat next to her. As he eased himself to the floor he smiled, "It is a good night." his eyes gazed at the sky above peaking through the opening in the trees. The light of the fires masked some of the stars but it was never the less a fantastic sight.

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The words were strange, he took the meaning of her pointing his hand toward a star to understand that sheirak meant star, or close to it. The rest he took to mean more or less many stars, "Star." He said pointing, "Heavens." He spread he opened his hand as she had. "Night." he indicated all around, the heavens, the shadows.

There was a certain drive about Loore, he sensed that she was not driven to learn by fear of this unknown place, but by curiosity. "I will teach words." He smiled.

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"Do not speak of god's to me." Kangee glared at the man. "I have seen the things you do in the name of your so called gods. The wilds have no use for such gods as yours." Kangee tossed a pebble at the bound man. "Now, quite."

Turning his attention back to Loore he wondered how he might explain the heavens to her. "Heavens, the stars, all of them. Our family, there." He pointed upward to the stars. "Reminding, guiding, giving strength. Do you understand these words?" The Caerdran grumbled and spat. The wild men held almost none of the same believes as the people of Caerdras. For them the gods where in the wind, the water, the trees. Life itself was a god demanding honor and tribute, a sharp contrast to the gods the Caerdran people had crafted after the images of men.

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Kangee had woken with the sun. The night had gone as quietly as could be expected after Ta'ar had interrupted what ever it was that hadn't happened. He let the question hang in his mind for a while as he watched the sky change from deep blue to orange. By the time the sun crept over the horizon Kangee had dismissed the events and the make shift camp had been taken up with very little trace of it's ever existing left behind.

It was several hours later, the sun now hanging high above the midday sky, that the party arrived home. Kangee and Loore had continued talking, teaching, and learning, as they had walked. Now the group was met with the sound of a village, children ran out to greet them, many were quite amazed at the newcomer from some far off land. Ta'ar attracted a good amount of attention himself, his coat was not common among the wild land cats who where all sorts of shades of tan or brown but never painted as black as the shadowstalker was.

"Home." Kangee motioned around. The little village was made mostly of large sturdy tents with a few more permanent structures dotting the area. It was built to be removed with ease as the wild men moved with the seasons. "Welcome."

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"Good Chief will decide what to do with them." Kangee smiled. Most of the group dispersed, bringing all they had gathered to store and see to the things that required attention around the village. A hand full remained as they paraded the prisoners into the center of the village and stopped before a large long tent. Smoke was lazily climbing from the openings above and spices could be smelled from within.

"Good Chief." Kangee called happily, "I bring you a great gift!" A moment passed before the door of the tent was rolled back and a proud looking man emerged with a smile stretched across his face. He resembled Kangee, though he was clearly the elder of the two. "My brother. You always bring me great gifts." The man hardly gave the captives a look before his eyes fell on Loore and Ta'ar. "Great gifts indeed. It seems you have brought us visitors from lands far off."

"Loore." Kangee placed a hand on her shoulder, "and Ta'ar." his hand moved to indicate the shadowstalker, though not near to it. "I have been teaching her some of our language."

"I am Cheif Aleho. Welcome." He bowed slightly at his waist.

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"Only one?" Aleho smiled at Kangee who laughed softly, in those two words Aleho had recalled a long history. "We hold no one in debt to ourselves, only ourselves in debt to others. It makes me glad that you do this as well. Yours must be strong people." Aleho's eyes now turned to the captives as he began to wonder how he might celebrate this gift.

"Many crimes against the laws of this place have been committed. This land has no mercy for you, and it would hold me in high regard if I spilled your blood on it's soil in payment for what you're people have done." What little hope some of the men where holding on to began to fade with those words. This was a hard land, the people here had been pushed out of the cities long ago and now they had no respect for the men of those cities. The chief looked at the men each in turn, a certain feeling growing in his heart. "What have you disturbed with your pillaging in this land?" he wondered aloud.

Kangee was also sizing up the men, "They had among them only one who fled. But few who fought. Perhaps among these there can be some who might redeem their strength?"

Aleho rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Very well brother. We will give them a final chance to prove to the wild lands that they have some strength worth remembering."




Far off the source of Aleho's gut feeling stirred, following a vengeful scent with a greedy heart, little did Kangee know what he had allowed into his home by bringing this gift to his chief.

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Kangee and Alohe watched as Loore and Ta'ar moved off toward the edge of camp, the same direction the had come in from. As the man stepped out of the tree line they both exchanged a glance. "He is not of the city men, we would have heard him following us." Kangee said simply. Alohe nodded, "He must have followed you at quite a distance then. He does not wish to fight." He turned to the captives, now left sitting in the center of town under the sun. "Another one who is stronger than you. Today is a good day."

The pair made their way quickly toward the intruder.

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The forest was silent save the snapping of branches. A tree trunk snapped from the sudden weight placed upon it, pushed aside with little effort. The huge creature did not find a path among the trees, it created one. It's nostrils flared as it took in huge breaths, each accompanied by a low guttural rumble. The sent drove it forward, fueling a deep vengeance.

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Kangee almost ran into his brother when Alohe stopped. Something was drawing the tribes attention but it wasn't the intruder. The uneasiness Alohe had felt not so long before was sweeping across the tribe, something was coming. The women were calling their children in, the men were getting their spears. Many of them had been tested by the wild lands before and while none of them knew what was hidden behind the trees they were all prepared to prove their strength once again.

Alohe and Kangee hurried back the way they had come toward the new threat. Their Caerdran prisoners were all trembling, shouting at one another, cursing. Alohe lifted one off the ground in anger, "What have you done? This thing, it comes for you!" He shook the man harshly before throwing him back to the ground. "You come into these lands, weak from living in your cities. This thing will prove you are weak." Motioning to a passing warrior, "Bring these men to the fight. We will let the wild lands test them."

The man nodded and grabbed hold of the chain that linked the men together, tugging on it to get them moving.

The sound of tree trunks snapping grew louder.

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The women and children ran wildly toward the forests. The men ran defiantly toward the dragon. If anyone where to escape they knew it would be on the blood of their sacrifice. As a tribe they had faced great opponents, even dragons, but none so massive as this. This was a creature of legendary proportion, a matriarch. Kangee's people had spoken tales of them as long as they could remember, it's story would stretch back across generations of men, even across entire histories of kingdoms. Even among dragons, those fiercest of creatures, she towered as a symbol of pure strength.

Despite this men fought even toward their own death, spearing at the beast even as it crushed them under it's weight.

Kangee would take Loore's hand, against his heart which wanted so badly to stand with his tribe. He was the second son of his father, his elder brother would have the honor or dying today, a good death. As the younger brother of the chief it was clear what he must do, and so he accepted Loore's offer of escape.

From Ta'ar's back he watched as his brother strode into the fray, spear held high. His people had taken to foot, now he would stand with his warriors and die like a man. "Come! Fight me! Slay me!" His muscles surged as he hurled the spear at the dragons head, where it buried itself into a soft patch near the creatures ear. Kangee watched as his brother pulled out a dragon tail, just as he carried, swinging it above his head and letting the curved blade fly toward his foe. Again and again he did this as the creature continued to pick off warriors, city men, and what ever structure it saw fit to destroy. Finally the blade struck true, instead of leaving a long shallow scratch it hooked into the creatures scales.

"You will remember this day!" Alohe bellowed, full of fire, his eyes burning with the passion in his heart. The words rang clear over the chaos that had broken out.

For just a moment the matriarch slowed, only for a second she took in that which she was about to destroy. A man, for all his frailty, who had such ferocity.

Just for a moment.

Then came the fire.

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Loore urged speed into Ta’ar’s legs and lent him as much of her own as the woman could. A cry tore from the shadowstalker’s maw and from Loore’s own mouth as a sharpened stick struck into the soft pads of the beast’s paw. The Osrinarian slumped forward and held her hand close to her breast. While there was no injury to her flesh, Loore could still feel the agony of her bonded.

“Graddakh,” Loore muttered beneath her breath as tears sprung up from her eyes. Ta’ar could no longer run and was leaving a trail of bloodied prints in his wake. The beast stopped while ash floated through the air like flakes of black snow. When Ta’ar finally came to a rest, Loore dismounted him and motioned for Kangee to do the same.

Relieved of his burden, Ta’ar moved to a broken tree and sat down on his haunches to lick at his front paw. Loore was holding her hand as well while she paced around. Passing Kangee a third time, the wild woman stopped and looked at him before taking his face into her hands.

“Mori drivolat zhavvorsa,” Loore said in a rough but hushed voice. Her eyes were sad for him as Kangee had been left to witness the entire slaughter of his family, friends, and his people. The dragon’s ashes continued to float through the air and landed in Loore’s hair and on her cheeks.

“Shierak jadat save,” the woman stated in her foreign tongue before speaking in Kangee’s own, “You live. No forget, Kangee. No forget.” Loore’s eyes wandered over his face as her fingers slipped down from his cheeks. Her gaze swept over his chest then his arms and her hands found his. She looked for injury and when Loore saw that Kangee was well, she released his hands.

“Come, we move. Fast,” Loore said before starting off through the forest with quick eyes taking in every detail of their surroundings. That was how she found the man from before; the one who had stalked them since Loore had been rescued by Kangee from the Caerdrans.

Ta’ar gave him a warning growl as the beast followed Loore faithfully, limping with each step taken by his front-right paw.

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Kangee was blank. As they rode, even when Ta'ar suddenly jolted as the sharp end of a broken branch pierced his paw. His mind had fallen into a blank daze, the massive shock of the last moments of his life had triggered some instinctive protection as deep down he began to digest just what had happened.

He dismounted Ta'ar and stood toward his home as the ashes fell around them. When Loore touched him his eyes wandered over her, the exotic woman who he had only just released from a cage was possibly the only remaining part of all the days of his life before this one. He breathed heavily but did not speak. His eyes and heart were filled with sadness, a knot had formed in his throat, but he clenched his jaw and lifted his head.

Kangee followed closely behind Loore when she set out, and when Ta'ar growled he finally noticed the man who had been outside the camp. He knew on some level that this man had simply been in a place at a time, at this point it no longer mattered, with such a great beast so near it was no time for enemies. He barely acknowledged the man as they walked, but the words "Come, this place is not safe for anyone alone now." spilled from his mouth as though it had a mind of it's own. His voice was neutral, almost monotonous.

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A wave of concern washed over Loore as she watched Kangee speak to the unknown man who was holding a curious stone. It reminded her of the giant eggs in Osrinar from the great reptile beasts that roamed the land. Her eyes studied it for only a moment longer before she nodded.

“You come,” the foreign woman stated, approving of Kyal’s involvement with traveling in a group together. Looking again to Kangee, the woman took a step toward him. Loore pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth in the hope that he would find comfort in it. It was a chaste touch that lasted for only a second in time.

Giving one last look at their new addition, the woman spoke to Ta’ar in her exotic tongue and the beast responded by following after Loore when she began to lead them all away. They were to head toward the coast where smaller tribes of people made their home. Ta’ar needed his paw mended before Loore made her way back to Osrinar.

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Kangee was unprepared for Loore's kiss. It took a moment for him to register what had happened, and while he was unsure how he felt about it he was sure that the sudden presence of so many feelings had done something to lighten his disheartened mood. His mind was still drowned in what had happened and what he should do in the days to come, but for some reason he felt more ready to continue on now. He knew he would not be able to return for some time to what had been his home. The dragon would linger, for how long was unknown, perhaps moments, perhaps years. If any of his people had survived they would be scattered, he now could do little more than live, a testament to his blood line.

"You have done nothing to become my enemy." He spoke to Kyal, "My name is Kangee." His tone was much more normal now, not dry as it had been when he first spoke to Kyal.

He walked next to Loore as she set off toward the coast. He wasn't overly concerned with the direction, there were few settled towns outside of Caedras. Most tribes, like his, moved from place to place, while one might know where to look there was no road guide them. For now he was content to continue away from the dragon and figure out the details as they went.