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#99, "Roles Revisited: Jirash the Claw of Light"
Edited on Sat 24-Jul-04 10:47 AM

          

(51 Felar Thi) (MARAN) Jirash the Claw of Light, Elder Maran


Added Fri Jun 13 19:24:08 2003 at level 39:

It was so easy back then... I got my contracts and grabbed my things, then it
was just to find the caravan and report for duty. Work was in abundance, I had
all I could ask for and more yet there was something missing. Was it thrill? No,
the bandits gave me that. Fighting? Hardly. Had I had my way the desert would
have been scoured from the bandit-plague by now. Without being able to pinpoint
exactly what it was that I craved, I toiled, fought and guarded what I was paid
to guard. Perhaps it was my kin I missed during those long and most often
excruciatingly hot days. To be around others... like me, home in the encampment,
in the wonderful chill and the biting winds, hunting over the tundra.

I should have seen it coming perhaps, the concern of parents for their
offspring. I did not reflect much about with whom or how I hunted back then,
they were my friends. My parents must have seen something in them, for when I
was eleven years old or so they took me and my siblings with them and moved to
Blackclaw, my... home.

I was still looking at life through somewhat naive eyes by this time, I thought
I could always live with my parents. They cared for me now, why not in the
future? Alas, how harsh the truth of life can be. Soon I found myself lounging
about and looking for work before being recruited as a guard. It took a while
to learn the ropes, so to say, but it went rather quickly. Not a day after that
went by without me passing by that dark pit out there. The tales circulating
about it were more than you could count on your claws many times over. They all
held something in common though, not a single one was about anything remotely
resembling merry. Rather, every one seemed to try and outboast all the others
in horror and gruesome details. I was more or less forced to listen, my ears
were so used to snatching up everything around that they would not even give me
the slight respite during night.

Curious. How could I not be? Was it all true? In an attempt to escape the
exaggerated stories I one night snuck away, closer to the pit. Now what a sight
it was... or lack of sight might be a better description. Darker than the night
itself, that... shade loomed there by where I imagined the entrance to be.
Stealth was wasted on the thing for he must have caught my scent from far away,
shooing me away with but one word, "GO!" and a look with eyes that could burn
through any good-spirited soul and turn it to smoldering ashes.

Fascination can be a very powerful thing though and I suspect this is what
overtook my that night. Time and again I would leave my caravan to sneak out
and observe that dark spot in a comparative bright night. Even the stars blazed
as the sun in comparsion to what was held in there. Drawn towards it, I soon
found about how far I could go without catching the attention of that damnable
shade and so I settled down on the sands... and watched. The people moving in
and out of there were ones I had never seen before, elves with skin dark as the
night itself, lumbering giants that could be heard from miles away and some
things that I do not have a proper name in any mortal tongue. I saw them bring
in others, strangers to my eyes but the odd thing was... I never saw these
people leave the dark- ness again. Hoping for the best I remained many a night
on my spot, the caravan now forgotten altogether. Until that night... the cruel,
sad night when I saw them return with new prisoners. Only these were shorter.
They had tails. High-pitched wails could be heard from them. They were my kin.
The feelings coursing through me when I saw those of my own kind being led into
that darkness can not be put down in words. Sure, there had come screams out
from there before, but nothing like the wails of young felars clutched in
horror's grip. I wept, the heavens know I wept that night from my vantage point.
I wept for those I loved, I wept for those that had forced these tears onto me
for I felt they were nothing but lost. So utterly lost.


With the coming of dawn it was a ragged felar who made his way back only to
find the caravan gone and so his trek went to Hamsah Mu'Tazz again. His eyes
were bleary and it was with a broken stance he took farewell of his working
companions, straying out to wander on the roads, over fields, through forests
and over mountains. But the mountains were not empty. Here, like a beacon for
him stood a fort, guarded by a fearsome knight. Being regarded with suspicion
at first, he was hesitant to approach too far before knowing who inhabitated
this structure so far into the so pleasantly chill mountain-range.

The rest is history, he serves now as a squire in this fort, guided by his
strong belief that he can make a difference. He can by taking up arms prevent
others from facing forced entry into that dark pit. He felt born anew in a way,
it was as if a great weight had lifted. Wait, no. It had not been lifted,
rather it had been shared with those around him, all willing to help him do his
part in the carrying and trusting him to do so. He will never forget what he
had seen and heard, but today when Jirash look out over the mountains during
dawn - He knows another day is born, once more night flees and the light and
warmth return to Thera, his home, his child he guards to his last breath. A
child he hopes will see the birth of many a wonder yet, wonders he knows he was
there to help out in making possible.


Added Thu Jul 3 08:29:11 2003 at level 45:

What was that dream? It felt so, odd. Standing there watching the Brigade
striking out against the darkness, he felt as... what was it he felt like?
Wasn't he belonging there among them? Had he erred in some way? Naturally, he
pondered on this many a long night, but he kept his thoughts to himself for now,
he did not wish to plant a seed of doubt on his heart and intentions among all
those who stood with him if the latter was true. Always these if's...

Several weeks later, the dream itself had faded to the back of his mind, but it
hadn't disappeared and kept surfacing on those nights when he lay under the
stars, pondering on his life and ways. Though just as he drifted off to sleep,
one thing was always prominent: His resolve strengthened and with new faith in
himself and those around him, he would one day be there when darkness was
finally expelled from this world and the Light would shine down upon Thera and
bathe the world in it's soothing embrace. Waking again the following morning. A
light breakfast. Peer out over his surroundings. Grip his blade. And so the
hunt for the darkness behins anew. He might fall, but he would rise to strike
again, just like the Phoenix being reborn from it's ashes.


Added Tue Aug 19 20:00:36 2003 at level 51:

My paws are aching from time to time now but it's nothing compared to what some
of those I've met must feel. The war... so bloody, so furious at times but most
of all... it has become a part of me. A part I find it harder and harder to
imagine I could be without. The question was raised... what would I do when
this battle is over? Such simple words, yet their impact was greater than any
blow I've felt. What would I do? Currently I simply do not know... it will be a
great void to fill. Yet as I look at those around me I gain a new sense of
confidence for I know they will always be there to support me and helping me on
my path. But the thought won't go away still... what do I have to go back to? A
shack that have stood unattended for years? Not likely. What remains? A felar
and his spear trudging the road... But as they say, that is a problem for
another day. This day, the Light will triumph once more.


Added Wed Dec 3 17:14:58 2003 at level 51:

Where am I? It's a question that has come to my mind over and over again lately
and as time flows by, it makes itself known time after time again with that
nagging feeling in the back of my head. Every time though, I pause and stop,
looking back down the road I have walked, a long and bloody one in search of an
answer. What lies there besides bloodshed? Some of those answers I know at
least as they float towards me. Friendship. Accomplishment. Love. Rightousness.
But what is the accomplishment? I have lost track of battles I've fought, some
victorious, some not, yet with each one I've felt that something changed,
something moved forward. Perhaps that is why I'll never know where I am, since
I'm always moving. I feel my days in Thera are decreasing in number, yet I feel
no bitterness over this, for I know there are those who will raise the spear in
my stead and do so with strength that is slipping from my arms. But it's not
over yet, there is still a way before me to be snuck down. More blood to spill.
One day... I'll be free.



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