For those who would disturb my way, I will protect and defend with The Way of the Sword.
As for me, what I really enjoy most is meeting new people from different places. I love culture and language so I am always excited to learn about people and their culture.
I'm not interested in taking sides but I am interested in knowledge. Maybe even if there will be a war there will be a lot to learn not only from it, but because of it.
It's a lot fun fighting other players as we all continue to progress towards our goals in the game.
The history of Karak and Meru
Karak's Telling:
I remember that day like it happened yesterday. A young buck with a prize rack was grazing nearby. As I aimed my bow, I caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye and thought the buck would bolt, yet he seemed undisturbed by this new arrival. Curious, I flicked my eye across the field to see the new being in the clearing and was mesmerized by the beautiful woman picking flowers. My bow lowered all of itself as I watched, my quarry forgotten. She was not of my village and I'd never set eyes on you before. I had to know where you came from and I stalked you. If anything you had held fell from you hands in that first stalk, I gathered it up. Each dropped petal or discarded stalk became a connection with you, reaching into me, singing to my heart. I was consumed by your gentle spirit. I followed you everywhere.
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When you slept I became a silent guardian to your village lest anything befall you. Many a time there were the remains of dangerous quarry left on the roads to your village either man or beast that would do harm to the village. Yet when I looked into my heart I wondered if you would accept me, base and crude as I was. So I stole books and read as I stalked and watched you, the words of the books leaping in my heart as my love for you grew stronger. I would return them a few days later from where I'd taken them exchanging them for different ones. All the while I was drawn to you and as I read and my heart sang. I grew bolder in my surveillance of you. Then it happened, one day I laid aside my books and as you bent to collect flowers for your family home. I moved silently to your side unable to be parted from you a moment longer. I bent down and took your hand and was lost in your eyes as you stared at me. It was a moment when time stood still and all nature stood silent to observe the bonding of two souls. I kissed you hand, never loosing eye contact and lead you to my hiding spot, handing you the book I had taken from a villager. Silently I helped you pick the flowers and escorted you home. My heart beat like it never had before as I knelt beside you that day. From that day on, I would meet you at your front door and leave you at your door each night, repairing to my guard post, longing to hold you a moment longer.
The days seemed idyllic no matter the weather and I did things I never thought I would: teach stalking and archery, learning to tend gardens and husband animals, and providing for others not of my tribe. In time my village forgot me, but I never forgot them, leaving trophies and food at the village gates in the night, the moon becoming my guide as you became my lover in all but fact.
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Finally I sought out the medicine man of my village to tell him of my love. He cast the bones to read what would come of it. He told me it was a good match, then frowned and would say no more. It was not until much later that I understood why. He wished me well and thanked me for the gifts to the village and bade me make no more so that others would learn to hunt. He bestowed upon me a wedding gift, the beaded shirt I wore on our wedding day and the headband you wore. When I returned after that I would never leave again. I walked to your house and asked to speak with your parents, and gave them my wedding gift to you as a sign of my commitment. In it were fine jewels and coloured beads strung throughout. They accepted me as a son. I followed my heart to find you, to ask if you would have me for eternity as your husband, lover and only true soul. How little did I realise the fateful words I had used. To my great joy you took my face in your hands and smiled as you said "Yes". From that day I slept at night by the hearth of your fire and by day walked at your side.
On our wedding day the medicine man from my village came. Arriving early in the morning, he met with yours and they spoke into the mid morning. Together they presided over our union, which seemed laced with more magic than usual, but we were so happy that it went unnoticed. Afterward they spoke long into the night, while you and I celebrated in our own way in the house that had been built for us. I never knew what they spoke of until that fateful day of judgement.
As time passed our bond grew so strong that when we were apart we were still together and when we were together others would come to spend time with us, walking away healed of their troubles. Though we tried we were never granted the gift of children, so we became the foster parents to all the children who lost their parents. Only on that fateful day did I understand why the gift of children was denied us. In time, our position in the village became unquestionably one of respected elders. The medicine man from my village visited with us often and each time he would spend two days and two nights with the medicine man from our village, during which time they would not be disturbed. The village prospered, and we were invited joined the village council. The village made new allies whenever we attended the negotiations and spoke in favour of reconciliation. One day when the medicine men conferred we were summoned to their counsel and they told us of our fate.
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These are their words:
When you came to me, Faraway Walking (his name for me), I read the bones for your union. I foresaw this day and hoped that it would not come. We, two wove great magics about you both on your wedding day to delay this day as long as we could, hoping the Gods would accept the sacrifice of no children from your union. But your love has grown beyond our protection and raised the God's ire as they cannot control it. This village has become a beacon to the heavens that even the Gods cannot ignore, for magic happens here of its own accord and revolves around you. Now you will be summoned too them as they cast their judgement upon you.
We held each other's hands and the medicine men left us. Our souls were called from our bodies and the judgement was passed upon us. That judgement has stood for an eternity until here in this realm we were reunitedand the divine nature of our bond revealed.
To hear Meru's telling of their first meeting seek out Karak and read her account
