Kiraan Yaarim the Force of Nature, Meter of Mind

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Chapter 9

This has completely caught me off-guard. I had not expected it. I had my fair share
of failures and have never thought of being voted in. But praise to Lord Guerric
for his wisdom and guidance throughout my life!

Ahh, such is Fate. She can be on my side for one day but a cruel mistress the other.
Who can fathom her ways? But hasn't it her plans to work in my life be it good or
bad? I have only praise and worship for her in everything.

For the cabal, it has been given to me in good hands by Bink. I kinda missed his
knowledge and spiky-ness. I seem to have found some in this rogue named Iltch.
Under his leadership, it grew stronger but his time seemed shorter and more
spasmodic. Also he seemed distant and withdrawn. It was a matter of time before he
had to step down. I pray I will not fall into that pithole of loneliness.

I hope under my leadership, the Nexus will emerge as a cabal of respect and success.
Heh, do not all leaders want that too? I'm not into policies but rather trust my
faith and wisdom to execute. For the Nexus to be successful, we need to flow with
situations, just as the balance sways accordingly and rights itself.

I've seen strength in many of my mates - Aldonius, Nwaereth, Iltch and yes, Ghromm.
If only they have a place or title within the Island for their contributions are
very noteworthy. They will grow from strength to strength and may Fate favour them
in their destinys.

Just as she had done for me.

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Chapter 8

Roles got corrupted or lost.

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Chapter 7

These journal entries/chapters speak about events in my life, experiences and thoughts.
I had been a slave for the mines for as long as I could remember.

Each day we were woken up as early as 4am. Those who did not would taste the stinging
lashes from the drow mistress. I had seen their effects and as long as this mind of
mine is still sane, I shan't forget them. The whips were living snakes and with each
bite, there was a chance that the poison from those fang would creep into the blood
stream.

One of my pen mates paid for our learning. He was a lazy kind and decided to idle a bit
longer. Those lashes woke him up and the poison crept into his blood. He went rigid
before convulsing and shuddering with silent agony. I could still see his eyes rolling
whenever I thought about his death. Blood was flowing from his nostrils and mouth. It
was a sight I would never forget.

The mistress was delighted at his demise. And the most unimaginable horror was when he
was at the point of death. She actually murmured her healing prayers to deny his death!
She couldn't resist cackling as she watched his confusion. The poor victim had thought
that death was an easy thing.

Ahhh... such naive assumptions! The drow mistress would never had allowed that to
happen. She enjoyed every minute as he agonized further in the poison, confused and
helpless, bordering upon the thin line of hallucination and insanity.

After a couple of near agonizing deaths, he begged for its final taste. And I saw how
she cherished the moment. With a final strike, his life was snubbed out. She made sure
he called and blessed her name as if she was his saviour. The hissing snakes drank
thristily on blood oozing from those wounds.

That's how the slavers kept us in line. With such a dreadful display of power, who
would have dared to commit suicide. The very thought of it was blasphemous. I daren't
even hold the thought lest it betrayed me. Who knows there could even be a spy amongst
us? I had seen people being carried off during the nights. They never came back in the
morning.

For now, my tired bones needed to sleep. May the fatigue drive away my nightmares.

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Chapter 6

Everyday they would march us to the mines. It was a long walk through a forested trail
and the journey itself took more than two hours. In between we had only one rest in a
small clearing.

We had steel collars around our necks and there was a long chain running through them.
This ensured no one could escape. That word 'escape' was far from our lips and minds
anyway. The daily march would have worn out an average man. And thank the gods I was
still fit and healthy, though a bit malnutritioned. Many just collapsed daily.

At no time would the chains come off from our collars until we had reached the mines.
Thus we were forced to carry the living dead as their limp bodies dragged the chains
down,impeding our march. Either we carried these 'burdens' or we were met with the
lashing whips, which in turn brought more deaths. With the choice made for us, what
else could we do?

Once we reached the mines (Sitran?? I have heard that name mentioned somewhere), the
chains came off. Those bodies would be place at the mouth of the cave entrance for the
twisted beings called Troglodytes to steal. Nobody dared fathom what these creatures
did with the half-deads. We could hear only screams as they were carried off.

And into the mines we trudged. From what I gathered, the slave drivers had an uneasy
pact with the mine foremen to provide man reources while getting a portion of the
gold, minerals and precious metals in exchange for us.

I had better focus back on my mining lest I taste the fangs on the whips. With the
thoughts picturing on hissing snakes, I shuddered involuntarily.

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Chapter 5

It was another routine march to the mines. However, this time everyone noticed that
the forest was unearthly quiet. We slaves could see the uneasiness of the slave
drivers. They seemed to sense something amiss, something stirring.

The brush in front stired. The point-man signaled a stop. A duergar slaver driver
drew his mace and approached as quietly as he could. Suddenly a deer bolted out from
the bush into him.

Startled he stumbled backwards into an ant hill. Scrambling up, he cursed loudly,
only to start jumping and shaking vigourously. Then he began to strip out of his
armor and clothes. This drew loud laughters from many of us. Even the drow mistress
hid a grin on her face. Everyone relaxed.

There was a loud *thud*. The drow mistress blinked before pitching forward. An arrow
protruded from her back. A female slave screamed and pandemonium broke loose. More
arrows rained down, and a fireball streaked through the air. Burning smell filled
the forest. The slaver drivers cried out "Ambush!" and drew their weapons in defense.
Fireseeds flew and lightnings cackled. Then someone broke the chains and the slaves
starting running free.

I found myself running into the forest with a dwarf slave beside me.

Suddenly a large shadow stepped out in front of us and with a blurring swing of a
hefty axe, the dwarf head sailed into the air. I stared dumbly at the headless body
beside me with a dreadful feeling that my luck had ran out. We had been caught and
it was pay back time!

With a toothless grin, the fire giant heaved his axe upon his massive shoulders,
winked at me and ran into the chaotic frenzy of battle bellowing a fearsome warcry.

Unable to take in the sudden unfolding of events, I felt the world spinning around
me before drifting off into a fitful slumber.

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Chapter 4

My life seems to be destined as a slave, toiling day and night for others. Until a
miraculous course of event, that past is broken. I call it - Fate.

To me, it meant more than just mere coincidences. I could have fallen ill and died
in my sleep. I could have awoken slightly later and thereby meeting my death at the
hands of the drow mistress. My will could have wavered and my spirit gave out - I
could have been counting among the corpses along the march. Yet I did not. What if
the arrow had shot me instead? What if the fire giant had bloodthristy tendencies
- he would have lopped my head off too?

Too many ifs? Yet these were no coincidences. It is Fate who orders my steps to
freedom. Every action and decision that I have made, every path I have chosen though
limited, every word that I have spoken, drew me closer to the knowledge of Fate in
my life. These course of events are but strings of silk that when joined, formed
into a beatiful web. Such is my destiny - to unravel the mysteries of Fate. To teach
the lands and people to rest in the hands of Fate. Both life and death are all
intertwined.

Fate is like a lady, who takes time and pleasure in beautifying herself. She draws
attention to herself. She desires to be looked at, to be admired. She dresses and
carries herself to be the focus of attention. Heads are always drawn to her passing.

Yet when you look hard at her, she thinks you uncouth and turns away. When you seek
her purposefully, she is elusive. You can only smell her lingering perfume but you
cannot grasp nor keep her. Yet she draws people to herself. She is like royalty
walking amongst her subjects - regally untouchable. As she weaves herself through
the crowds, they part to let her pass. Such is her strength, quiet with regal
dignity, changing and impacting purposefully her surroundings. Especially me.

I have chosen to take the druidic path. I was once a person who worked with the
stones. Now I walk among the wilds and nature. As Fate has it, I seek to understand
the balance of one under bondage but has gained freedom; one with the roots that
belong to human kin, yet a person attuned to the wilds and nature. Such a path
allows me to understand how Fate has impacted each facet in this world and how it
draws and binds these threads together to reveal a larger picture. Such is my joy
in learning and knowing it.

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Chapter 3

These words haunted me. Eversince the gorgon guardian at Lord Guerric's temple said
those word, it never left my mind. It was firmly etched into my heart.

What is my purpose? How does my Destiny affirms my belief in Fate? It was only in my
foraging of herbs within SpiderHaunt Woods that my goal was revealed.

While resting, I slumbered and had a strange dream. I was lying in a spider's web
and wrapped up in a cocoon. I had an eerie feeling that the predator was coming
within the next few moments.

Without hesitation, I struggled to free myself. Knowing that these webs were
susceptible to fire, I flicked my fingers and threw fire seeds. They not only did
it catch fire and I had burned myself, the fire burn through the cocoon. Amidst the
pain, I managed to free one arm.

Then I began to hear 'clicking' noises. Spider fangs! It was coming for me.

I hastened the burning and another arm was free. My clothes were already smoking and
I had burnt myself in several places. Also the web strands holding the web intact were
burned away too. The web sagged and became unstable as more strands broke loose. The
more I struggled, the more I felt the web collapsing.

Suddenly the spider was upon me! I screamed as I noticed the venomous fangs dripping
with fatal poison near my face. Alas I had failed to escape! Woe to me! I closed my
eyes.

I heard a familiar voice instead (gorgon?). The spider was speaking to me!

"Your time will come. For now, you will live as Fate deems it so. Listen well.

Struggling against your Fate will lead to death. Be it you becoming prey to the
predator, or burning yourself alive, or dying to the spider's venom, or becoming
its food. Even if all these did not happen, the very web that holds you will
collapse and you will fall to your death.

There is a time and season for everyone. Be it in life or in death, Fate will run
its course.

Remember to every action that you execute, there will be a repercussion. You may
not see the result but be assured it will be revealed in time to come. I'm sure
you have never thought the very web strands that held you in place are saving you
from your death.

Such are the strands of Fate.

You have followed the path of Balance. Keeping it in equilibrium is your choice,
your destiny. See that it does not swing to either ends lest catastrophic events
happen. Your death is nothing compared to the many who will die should those events
occur. Remember the strands of Fate represents many different aspects in faith.
Choose wisely."

Could the strands represent the various forces of Good and Evil, Chaos and Order?
I could have trapped myself being in a cabal. Yet in my sacrifice, I may be saving
Thera from destroying itself. I will seek the Nexus out.

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Chapter 2

Draped in greenish-brown stained clothings under an assortment of bark-
like armor and mottled gray animal skins, this tall but slim figure has
an unkemptly look and a wildness about him. His well-muscled arms bears
scars of battle with both man and beast alike.

The chestnut-brown hair is messy and long, pulled back into a ponytail
which runs down his left shoulder. Streaks of silver-gray hair run along
the sides of his head before trailing off behind his ears. Pieces of
debris and dried leaves scatter on his body. Though his tanned skin is
smooth, his face bears signs of weariness and age beyond his years; as
if he had seen and been through a lot during his youth. His cheeks are
aubrun red and his eyes are olive green.

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I am very concern for him. More like I fear for his insatiable desire to be the
Bandit King of Hamsah. To achieve that, he will need to collect lots of gold coins.
Lots as in hundreds of ten gold coins in each bag! That is no a platry sum. His
greed has made him blinded to his dedication to Nexus.

I do not like the idea of him putting his guildmate before others. I do not want
to jump to a conclusion and I will make it a point to monitor his movements more
closely. This will come in with reports from other Keepers and sometime rumors
from enemies. Already there are people within the cabal who have expressed their
dislike for his haughtiness and attitude. Also I have heard reports about him
from enemies alike.

His thrist to shed blood also bothers me. This has been confirmed by other Keepers.
It is not a way for Keeper to act. We are to sway with the Balance, not murder.

For as I write I am beginning to see him leaning towards chaotic actions. He seems
of late to want to be alone, isolated. His reluctance to share of his part and his
thoughts are of concern.

I will take all these into consideration. With just one or two more reports, I will
uninduct him.

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