Chulzor Kar-Llai the Legend of the Battlefield, Initiate of the Jaguar

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Chapter 14

Time had come for me to meditate on another way of the Macalla. Once again, I
was brought to a circle in the arena, this time in the corner near all the
weapon racks. I was given two blades, my preferred weapons, and told to close
my eyes and meditate and focus on my swordplay. As I practiced the movements
of my sword, I sensed the world around me, and soon I found I could sense an
aggressive aura. My swords moved to meet that aura, and for what seemed to be
hours, our weapons clashed. Blow after blow, I threw aside my aggressors,
until they lost the war of attrition.

"That be some good defense, Son" said Guildmaster.

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Chapter 13

As I trained hard, my Guildmaster guided me in the ways of the Macalla,
Ancient techniques passed from one generation to the next in secrecy and
enigma. Yet one could not simply train in what he wanted to. It is said that
the Macalla chooses you, based on your experiences, bloodlines, and so on. I
was instructed to sit in an open area surrounded by rocks and boulders in the
Arena, and meditate on my first journey of the Macalla. My guildmates, the
rock lifters crowded around me, curious of what was to come.
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There, I drifted into experiencing my last memories before washing up in the
swamp of Ysigrath. An underwater avalanche, unlike anything I had experienced
before. Mercilessly bludgeoning my body. I remembered that I succumbed to the
force of the currents - my body relatively weak, compared to what I am today.
The experience of this meditation felt different. I was different. As I got
used to the relentless currents, I managed to find my footing in the water.
Blow after blow, I endured, but I did not succumb. Eventually, I welcomed the
challenge brought by the blows, as each taught me how to more effectively
brace myself in the face of such an adversary. I opened my eyes, I was no
longer seated. My body was flexed and braced in a position to endure, just as
what had happened in my meditations. My muscles bulging and tense, I looked
around at the arena. Broken rocks laid all around me.
"Yes, Chulzor. It seems
you are the chosen of the Avalanche." Said the Guildmaster
"Oi. And you owe
us drinks and a whole new bunch o' rocks. 'e 'dold us ter keep throwing dem
at yer!"
A roar of laughter erupted through the arena.

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Chapter 12

I met the Lady. We spoke of the ways of the Jaguar. What is apparent to all
is our crusade against the darkness. Destroying the evil. But what is not
known to many others is that the crusade against darkness also includes the
darkness within ourselves. What is our purpose? What drives us? Is it
vengeance? Is it Love? Are we mindless soldiers in the crusade against
darkness? It cannot be. We cannot be mere mirrors of the darkness. We should
be more.

Those balanced souls, do they hold darkness in their heart too? Are they not
capable of wicked things? What about those that are clearly dark? Do we
purify all of them in the flames of the phoenix? And even between those of
the Empire, the Scion, the Orcs, the Tribunals, the Village or the lone
wandering fire giant or duergar. They all hold palpable darkness in their
hearts, yet are they all as culpable? I think not - all are wicked, but we
hunt the most wicked with great priority. We offer all a chance to turn, a
chance to seek redemption, failing which we offer them purification through
Combat.

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Chapter 11

In recent times I have found myself enjoying the training for combat. To
destroy the darkness, one needs strength. And to achieve strength, one must
train. The clanging of metal, bruising of flesh, and building of muscles. It
is an amazing endeavor that I enjoy thoroughly. Perhaps it is in the throes
of combat that I will find myself. To this end, I will train even harder, eat
more meat, and be strong. I chanced upon a group of like-minded personnel in
the Galadon Arena, tucked away in a corner, where they lifted heavy rocks and
honed their bodies for the fights to come. We did not speak much, but we
grunted and flexed, and we understood each other quite well.

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Chapter 10

And so it was to be. I was now an adventurer in this new found land. I no
longer feared death... for the time being. What do I do with this new ...
life? I travelled far and wide, honing my skills and learning of these lands.
I saw some thugs attacking innocent merchants. I slammed my body into the
thugs and rescued the merchants. I felt good about it. The merchants brought
me to this city, Voralia, it is called. A grand city built to honor Lady
Voralia, a god of the light... perhaps? Gods... yes... We are now but
playthings of the Gods? That was what the Guildmaster said. But perhaps that
was one interpretation - perhaps the Gods give meaning to our lives. I spoke
to a paladin, a religious one, of course. Gwaelon was his name. He was known
as an initiate of the Jaguar, who showed me the way to the shrine of
Baerinika. There, I sat and meditated, and prayed. I thought of the darkness
in this world, of the Light, and of my role. My big giant body, once just
swimming in the current of the seas, now lumbering on land. As I drifted intorole + meditation, visions of a light blinded me. As my eyes got used to the light,
I saw a silhoulette of a large concrete structure, high in the mountains
covered in snow. Perhaps this is what I need to seek. Thank you Baerinika,
the meditations have guided me.

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Chapter 9

Hailing from the less civilised parts of Thera, Chulzor speaks more like a
fire giant than a storm giant. His vocabulary is quite limited, although he
still retains his ability to learn quickly. His words may not always reflect
his thoughts as he struggles sometimes to express himself. Chulzor is also
quite primitive. He appreciates his stout nature and loves to flex his
muscles, and refers to himself as Chuchu.

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Chapter 8

Chulzor seeks to gain mastery over his weapons to fight and defend himself
should he need to. He also seeks a guiding light in his life. He feels that
up till now, his way of life did not truly resonate with his values, yet he
is not able to identify and articulate what truly he believes in, motivates
him and drives him in life.

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Chapter 7

If one reaches the North-West edges of Ysigrath, one would find a vibrant
mangrove swamp - an intermediary between the Whistlewood and the vast ocean
into unchartered territory. Adventurers have made it out to such territory,
but few have made it back. These unchartered territories are fraught with
danger, beckoning only the most intrepid into the jaws of the unknown. They
serve as a moat, a barrier of sorts, isolating what is known as Thera from
what is the unknown. Yet all of it is Thera, and in these lands lay eons of
history, civilization and life. From the Past to the Present, and the
ever-growing future, Thera will only continue to expand. Chulzor Kar-Llai
hails from these unchartered seas, in an underwater nomadic tribe.

Ripped away from his tribe during an underwater avalanche, he memory was lost
and started a new life after being washed ashore in Ysigrath. Yet Thera has
many things in store for him - he was soon forced out of Ysigrath, and began
his adventures. His past involved the loss of many things, and he has vowed
that he will not let it repeat. He will gain strength and he will show no
mercy against his adversaries.

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Chapter 6

I thought about my past. My trauma, if it were. Something inside me feels
injustice. Something that the Sra did not respect. It did not sit well with
me. Was it innocence? Their acceptance of the cycle came at the cost of
innocent life. A premature loss of life. How could this be allowed. What
manner of sorcery would allow such slaying of good people? The good people
who saved me and welcomed me into their family. But wait, it is these people
who sent me away as well. What on earth is going on. Are they even good
people? Perhaps they are. Perhaps they are not. Perhaps it is all a matter of
perception. Either way, it did not sit well with me that I was sent to live,
while the rest accepted the slaughter. I do not accept that such good people
believe that it is ok to be slain. I do not accept that such people who
attack good people should deserve to live with such sin. Perhaps we should
bring the fight to them and vanquish them from the lands.

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Chapter 5

Galadon! A city of concrete stone! How has this city risen? It is more than
just huts! Wow! Amazing. Here, I learned of a new way of life. What is
hunting, when you can use money to buy food? Why do you need to sharpen your
knife, when you can get the blacksmith to do it for you? What is so valuable
about Gold, Silver and Copper, that everyone wants it? I do not know, and I
probably will never understand it fully. I quickly found myself helping out
in the soup spoon, serving food and cooking. I also helped around moving huge
crates of shipments for the weaponsmith, and the warriors guild. The
Guildmaster said he could accept me as a trainee, but I would need to pay a
fee. Up to then, I had never needed the coin. The Soup Spoon provided me
food, and I liked to go the Silverwood in the South to idle my day to relax.
On other days I watched the adventurers train in the Arena. Yet something in
me desired more. To grow in Strength. To never have to run. To be able to
fight. I asked the weaponsmith if I could be paid for my work. He laughed.
"I thought you would never ask. I am not a slavemaster. Here, Ive been
safekeeping this for you for this day". He threw me a bag of coins and I
immediately ran to the warriors guild. "Sire! I would like to join."
"Hah! Well there. Welcome then. Train, and become a Legend of the
Battlefield." For many weeks, I trained like no day and no night in the
Arena. I watched adventurers come and go. "Where do they go?" I asked
the Guildmaster.
"Why, on Adventures, of course!"
"Do they not fear death?"
"Of course they do. One never knows. But does that stop one who has taken up a life of adventure? Surely it cannot!"
"What if they die?"
"That is what you are training for, no?"
"What do you mean?"
"You will understand once you pass this phase of your training, son."

Further weeks passed, and the day had come for me to become a member of the
warriors' guild.
"Congratulations! You are now done with your initial training. As a reward, we have prepared a feast, blessed by the Gods. Come by to the bar, and we will serve all the Graduates tonight"

That night we feasted. We drank. It was a night to be celebrated! I was a
warrior! As our inebriated souls roared in celebration, I vaguely remember
our guildmaster announcing to the room - "My graduates! You will no longer
fear death... for now. Those who are here tonight have partaken in the feast
blessed by the Gods! The Gods now bar your soul entry into any other lands.
You will have to live your life out as an adventurer and make the most of
it...for the Gods' entertainment."role + What did he mean? I did not understand at the time. I only know that I awoke
hungover, my memory hazy - a recurring theme in my life, and that I was
instructed to make my way to the Academy.
"Your adventure truly begins now, Son."

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Chapter 4

One day, my good friend Kkharys came running back into our village. "Sz'weh!
They come!" We had never encountered the Sz'weh so close to our home. What
could they want? Suddenly, an arrow fell from the sky, through the heart of
Kkharys. He looked at me in shock, before crumbling. I was shocked. We were
being sieged. Our leader, Ghroys roared in fury. We ran to our huts to bear
arms. As I returned holding a long stick, I was stopped by him. "Go. Find
K'sra. We need help. Take care, stay safe." I stupidly followed his orders
and ran as fast as I could. I made it to the village of K'sra faster than I
ever could. I ran into the hut of Ghyss, their leader, and pleaded for help.role + "We belong here, in our village. We do not wander farther out. This is the
cycle, and we come and go with it. Sra and Weh are in balance." I was
confused. Was there not assistance required? Why they dont want help us? I
pleaded with her for a while more before giving up, steeling myself, and
decided to return to my village. "Giant", she said "You were sent here not to
get aid. You were sent here to live. Do not squander." These words echoed
through my mind as I ran back to a scene of dead Saurians. Ghroys laid
motionless, impaled by a large bone. He blinked. Was he alive? I moved to
him. He whispered... "this is our life... this is how we live, this is how
we..."

What? Did he think he did me a favor by sending me away to live? What do I do
now? I do not even know where I came from. I had escaped death twice, only to
lose my life twice? What do I do? How, could these people be so cold hearted?
To not render help to each other? To send me away as if I was not their
family? Did they respect the Sz'weh and died for them? They they accept this
as their fate?I felt sad. Grief. Anger. All of these. Perhaps in my way of
coping, I disowned these values. As Ghroys disowned me. I wanted nothing to
do with the Sra. I walked as far as I could, back to where the swamp met the
open waters and swam, and swam, until I reached a burnt forest. As I
continued, I found myself on even drier land. What is this? Such solid
ground. Ive never experienced this. I kept walking. Walking, until I found
myself in a grand city known as Galadon.

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Chapter 3

Life felt quite familiar. We tried to find food. We prayed for good health
and happiness. We played and entertained each other. We trained to be better
and defend ourselves from others. Most particularly the Weh. There were many
villages of Saurian that occupied the swamp, the biggest factions being the
K'sra and Sz'weh. Our little tribe was nothing compared to them. We
mostly did not cross paths, as the swamp was large enough for all of us. Our
tribe was a peaceful one. We had dealings with the more friendly Ksra,
mainly to trade some herbs and food.

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Chapter 2

I awoke in what I now know as a hut. It is a structure constructed on land
from trees - some sort of plant life that grows on the land. Apparently these
Sra, Saurians as I have come to know them, brought me back under the
direction of their leader. These saurians - they looked like miniature forms
of sea dragons - fearsome beasts that somehow I remember. Perhaps I used to
know such dragons. My memory remained hazy. "You! Hunter!" - one of them
pointed at me and exclaimed. "Me?" I pointed to myself, confused. Well,
perhaps I was. I was not sure. I provided a blank look. "My memory.. Hazy, do
not remember..." I replied. Then, a larger saurian walked in, an aura of
dominance exuding from it. "Leave the giant be. He is injured" He turned to
speak to me "We found you in the swamps. It is not safe there. You are free
to stay here for as long as you like."

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Chapter 1

I awoke floating in a swampy land. It was very foreign. My arms felt light,
as if in a totally different atmosphere, yet my body was heavy - I could not
float - my legs were bound to the ground. Where was I? What happened? I did
not know. My body felt pain. Battered, it felt. I wiped my hand across my
face. On my hands were blood. Mine, I suppose. Ouch. I lumbered further into
these strange lands. Gah. What is this air. Smoky. Thick. I did not feel
well. As I saw some structure, similar to a coral cave, I crumbled from
exhaustion, into unconsciousness again.

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