Kii Ravenhair the Brutal Bandit of Balance

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Chapter 5

Back and forth. Light and Darkness. Chaos and Order. Veil and Magic.

In rare moments where it is completely balanced, I prepare and gather
respite. For we watch and wait, ready to keep the balance when it shifts.

This routine repeated again and again eventually will generate a question
that all the eldest of the isle come to consider: How does our daily
maintenance of the balance play into the big picture?

When I came to the isle I was highly critical of Solec, yet oh how my
respect only grew. I believe Solec as wise and experienced as they come.
Yet even so, one of my fledgling and very young observations I still
think was true. Solec did not treat the light with the same bias as he
treated the darkness. He would have no problem stepping off the isle's
shores to go hunt down evil when darkness tipped, but privy was I to many
a warm conversation while those of the light would even visit the isle
and fear not that Solec would act against them.

Through my middle years the affects of this legacy and bias that many of
the Nexuns showed towards the fortress became evident. The inns and
taverns would scream of the swarms of light that walked the land,
stalking evil in mobs, and how the wicked had no chance. I was far from
a heroine of the isle at the time and I often wondered: Had just one or
two nexuns truly restrained the light as they did the darkness and
village, how many chances would that have given for the dark souls to
muster their strength, train, play their part in the balance?

In was with this a realization developed. While we can and must maintain
the balance daily, there is something bigger, a larger and far reaching
balance, that goes beyond even the moment's pendulum swings. While I
believe in my youngest days when I came to the isle that many Nexuns were
guilty of a bias towards the light that fostered swarms of the
Fortress....is not the alternative true?

What about those like myself that are so on task about jumping on the
tide as it turns? If one faction was to receive the brunt of my
dispatching...say the few orcs, few scion, or few tribunal....repeatedly
because of small but repeated balance swings, what would the affects be?
Surely wiping them out might serve the balance of the day, but what would
the long reaching impact be? A huge period where they can barely get
their feet off the ground?

How interesting that in many ways we as nexuns forgo our long term goals.
Outlanders seek Thar-Aris, Fortress Evil's Obliteration, Villagers
Magic's, Empire their Reign, and on the list goes. We look at the daily
balance and make small adjustments. But what do we seek long term other
than to prepare and wait...to again adjust the balance. Should we not be
seeking to understand the implications that go beyond the moment? Yet
how does one do so without bias...that is the priceless question.

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Chapter 4

Light and Dark. Chaos and Order. Magic and Veil.

Perfect balance being the absolute center, any of these pushed to the
farthest extremes: these points make up the cube of all possibilities for
balance. This cube is our world. This Cube of Balance is how I see it
all.

Yet what a paradox we run, as we play an extremely important part in it.
From my youngest days in my interview with Solec, it was stressed that
all seekers and keepers must strive to be fully balanced in their own
lives.

Yet mistakes, the first one careless, the latter one a misjudgment have
brought reflection. Fighting an elven mage very young...when I watched only
of chaos, order, light, and darkness while the magic was weak was the
first. More recently in life, I gauged the balance as light being in
power, then attacked a great power of the fortress, the Captain Eachelinn
while magic was also weak. In the first, all common sense should have
reminded me to watch balance of the veil at all times and the simple
affect even a young uncabled mage not barely able to icicle could have on
it.

The later lesson in life is a bit more complicated. The captain of the
fortress is a powerful force for light. Yet the wisdom of the heavens
told me that a mage should rarely ever be attacked accept in the greatest
of needs for the balance. It is a reminder that while I am a girl of the
streets and thugs, we are founded as an isle of magical research as much
as we are balance with a history that goes back ages. Like it or
not...there is no ancient Masters of the Five to fill the magical faction
of this world. The scions aims are so skewed as to be something other
than simply magic. That leaves us, the isle, as the force that is most
dominating the magical side of the cube of balance.

That means while we can be centered amidst darkness and light, chaos and
order, we are never truly removed from the force of magic. That is who
we are. No, instead we knowingly accept this is one thing me must be...and
have the temperance to pull ourselves back and restrain our actions when
we too greatly offset the non-magical aspects of our world. This is what
the Masters could not do, this is what the Scion will not do. This is
why we are different.

Balancers of a cube. Seeking its center in all the world, even as we
ourselves sit apart from the perfect center of it all.

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Chapter 3

Shouting. She recognized a panicked voice beyond the curtains of her
sleeping corner as that of Old Borl.

"Cor Blimey! But its not bein fair! Im a wantin my bees and honey worth
if you will be takin her!" Old Borl was shouting savagely like a badger
in a corner. Kii opened the curtain to see him backed against the wall
with spittle flying from his mouth in rage." The man in front of him was
calm and that seemed to make him even more powerful. He spoke as if he
was use to commanding and others listening. "The girl will come. She will
be taught how to rise among civilization, instead of living on the scraps
from it's table." The man turned to her. In those eyes she was reminded
of the same eyes staring back at her and her mother a long time ago, a
visit in a meadow. He looked at her now with the same fondness as he had
shown them then. She did not understand who or what place he had in her
life.

In Old Borl's way, he entered into a rampage which unfortunately for him
was not so incoherent, "You Imperial pigs are bein the same! Demandin
your coins for nothin! Nothin! What about you scum, you of the Pig Sect?
Yes, you must bein the Pig Sect Leader! I bet you are! Probably have to
be stuffin' the faces of your centurions instead of paying em!"

The man slammed Old Borl against the wall with such force that Kii swore
he broke. As he hung there, cunning Old Borl squeaked, "Im..perr
eyaa..llaaw!" The fist relaxed slightly, "Imperial Law!" blabbered Old
Borl over and over. The visitor let out something between a grunt and a
sigh, "Imperial Law. Yes, I suppose you are right." Turning to her then,
the visitor said, "Come Kii, it is time to go to your new home."

So many lost hopes and dreams were suddenly realized by Kii. She looked
up at the strange visitor whose eyes she fondly remembered when he gave
out a cry that seemed more annoyance than pain. Reaching back across his
right shoulder, his fingers returned with the smallest speckle of blood.
Without even blinking, he drew his sword and in the same motion continued
the move straight into the gut of Old Borl. Old Borl collapsed to the
ground like some sort of macabre and worn out child's toy, a tiny and
dripping knife falling out of his lifeless hands. The visitor then
looked at her with a chuckle that contained in it such a warmth that had
never been a part of Kii's life. Suddenly his smile faded. Alarm reached
his eyes which darted back to the tiny dripping dagger at Old Borl's
side. He sprung into action, hands desperately grabbing for his girdle of
many pouches. It was as if the graceful man of so much power had lost the
ability to perform the simplest of movements. Kii could only watch as he
sank to the floor between her and Old Borl. She sank to her knees,
staring. The room was cold, devoid of the warmth and fondness she had
known only too briefly.

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Chapter 2

Among the dark alleys of Galadon, above an abandoned house, sat a dark
and smoky attic. It was in that attic that a still young girl, so very
far removed from a childhood of the forests ran tasks for her master. A
crotchety old man as gnarled as an old tree root, he was foul of mood and
temper. Old Borl's was so different than the lavish thieves guild of
Galadon who sought only the accumulation of massive amounts of gold. The
old bounty hunter dealt in the trafficking of people and information, a
far greater commodity leading to far greater riches for those who knew
its value. The tasks Kii performed were easily worth the lucrative
insights into the workings of Old Borl's bounty office, one task of which
she ran late to finish even now.

She was met with a vicious backhand that sent her sprawling. "You're
late! And donna be given me any of your cunnin pork pies wretched
girl!", snarled Old Borl. Kii shook her head to restore her vision, then
quickly handed Old Borl the findings from the scouting. Knowing it had
nothing to do with her, but knowing the results would be the same she
stated simply, "Brown Bread. The marks Brown Bread." Old Borl looked up
at her in shock, "Dead?"

"Like I said. Brown Bread. Dead." she stated in exasperation, too late
realizing her mistake. The next blow nearly put her to sleep for some
time, but she resisted, and for it two more blows followed. "Wretched
girl, be prattlin at me in the tone and think I won't beat you good? Not
half! You'll be learning for me some respect, like or not!" Suddenly as
was the way of his violent mood swings, Old Borl suddenly calmed and
smiled.

"Poor, poor girl. Be scare'n and surprise'n Old Borl. That you did and
all. Now you be getting some sleep and all." His mince pies stared at
her with what he probably thought was concern, but Kii only saw the
bloodshot orbs as part of some grotesque monster she had to survive.
Sliding a bowl of nasty gruel across the table, Kii caught it as it
splashed onto her. Stomach roiling, she vowed in that moment that
someday she would never want for gold and forever put this out of her
mind. Taking the slop and backing into a corner, she crouched and ate,
knowing it would all be worth it some day. Some day.

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Chapter 1

They entered the city of Galadon from the west, having traveled the
winding and crumbling road through the Weald. Her mother, long frail
from the conflict she had waged, was as beautiful as ever. She and the
girl wore the mundane cloaks to cover their obvious forest garb. While
adventurers were common in this city, her mother took no chances that
they would be spotted. Her mother was known, very known, and the guards
would be on the lookout for one as wanted as she. Not as hated as the
reavers, even the sun branch was not spared much mercy.

But the mission was simple. Scouting. The tribunal presence was
overwhelming the tree, the fetish gone, and her mother went in advance to
find a window of opportunity to strike. It was a mission simple enough
that her daughter Kii could come along. It was better she fell out of
the nest now, sooner than later.

The day should have been gorgeous, as it was in their travel from the
weald. But Galadon for all its mixtures of strange and exotic travelers,
somehow destroyed the pristine beauty of the day. It was a mixture of
smells that while in some ways foreign and exciting, mixed in the
obviously unpleasant and better off not known. The queasiness that came
with it, would be forever tied to Galadon for Kii.

Traveling quickly past the magic shops and between the always busy baker
and butcher, they arrived in the confusing and highly trafficked market
square. Waiting as was the plan, Kii pulled out and began eating an
apple that they found on the way to the city. Her mother motioned her to
wait. Kii nodded as her mother ran north through the market.

A seagull cried. It seemed like the crowd parted and suddenly there was
a mage where nothing existed before. Before Kii could shout a warning,
her mother, spinning suddenly in panic, came to an unnatural halt as if
neurologically frozen. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, her
mother's eyes seeking out her daughter's in desperation. The combination
of sadness and realization in those eyes was profound. The mage
continued to lay out a long incantation as the guards swung their weapon
in vicious chops: hacking, horrible chops. Lifeless eyes stared back at
her. Kii screamed.

An apple dropped. Maybe Kii thought, that apple was hers. Why couldn't
she breathe. She backed away from her mother's judge and executioner,
completely unnoticed. She turned, scrambling to run to the forest, but
could not comprehend doing so alone without her mother. Instead, she
turned to the dark alleys of the streets and embraced for a time the
queasiness: that horrible feeling, but only feeling, that reminded her
she was still alive.

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