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Javier Sortani: /* Things I Can Not Seem to Understand… */

2008-09-13T07:50:18Z

Things I Can Not Seem to Understand…

Javier Sortani at 07:49, 13 September 2008

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Javier Sortani at 20:33, 24 August 2008

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Javier Sortani at 18:53, 22 August 2008

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LukasAlexander: /* Part Five: A sharp Homecoming. */

2008-08-20T18:06:34Z

Part Five: A sharp Homecoming.

Javier Sortani at 03:51, 20 August 2008

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Jace Daskull at 21:26, 18 August 2008

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Jace Daskull at 16:39, 18 August 2008

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Jace Daskull at 16:38, 18 August 2008

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Javier Sortani: /* This is awesome! How can I get involved? */

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This is awesome! How can I get involved?

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 ===Things I Can Not Seem to Understand…===
-   I have been a healer for quite a while yet it does not make sense some of the things people do. They kill those who tend to their wounds and some even end up killing themselves. It doesn’t make sense they would cut their chances of a prolonged life, but then again death is a trivial thing on the island for most. Then others wish to get back at others for killing them direly. They will go to any length from making copies of themselves to following the person around for days just to make a kill.  Why people make it more trouble than its worth is beyond me. Grudges can be made for almost no reason at all; groups blamed when it is only a single member, and even just for the fact of where a person comes from. It seems like man whether they be from sunken ships of old times, ancient pristine villages, to decrepit ruins, even from the bustling settlements of explorers and scientists always seem to suffer from one of many ailments which can not be cured from stupidity, blood lust, hate, greed, and even more indescribable things.
+I have been a healer for quite a while yet it does not make sense some of the things people do. They kill those who tend to their wounds and some even end up killing themselves. It doesn’t make sense they would cut their chances of a prolonged life, but then again death is a trivial thing on the island for most. Then others wish to get back at others for killing them direly. They will go to any length from making copies of themselves to following the person around for days just to make a kill.  Why people make it more trouble than its worth is beyond me. Grudges can be made for almost no reason at all; groups blamed when it is only a single member, and even just for the fact of where a person comes from. It seems like man whether they be from sunken ships of old times, ancient pristine villages, to decrepit ruins, even from the bustling settlements of explorers and scientists always seem to suffer from one of many ailments which can not be cured from stupidity, blood lust, hate, greed, and even more indescribable things.
 ==The Tombtales of Jace Daskull==

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	The healer’s life is not an easy thing. We deal with the mess others cause. I have seen men with dozens of bullets lodged in their stomachs… Men whose arms have been broken beyond recognition… We must also use the same things others use to kill to help others; a dagger to remove those bullets; a machete to amputate the infected arm. We deal with even some of the strangest things of all; a man that was able to take over 20 poison darts and still hold onto the thin line called life. Another who had numerous circular marks and nearly strangled to death by a strange sea creature. The sheer mess of it is never a good sight; buckets full of blood, hair and skin covered floors, and even the mangled corpses of those who weren’t as fortunate as the rest. It’s an affinity for a job that we all hate. We wish we could do something else yet we find our only purpose is to fix all of those we see…		The healer’s life is not an easy thing. We deal with the mess others cause. I have seen men with dozens of bullets lodged in their stomachs… Men whose arms have been broken beyond recognition… We must also use the same things others use to kill to help others; a dagger to remove those bullets; a machete to amputate the infected arm. We deal with even some of the strangest things of all; a man that was able to take over 20 poison darts and still hold onto the thin line called life. Another who had numerous circular marks and nearly strangled to death by a strange sea creature. The sheer mess of it is never a good sight; buckets full of blood, hair and skin covered floors, and even the mangled corpses of those who weren’t as fortunate as the rest. It’s an affinity for a job that we all hate. We wish we could do something else yet we find our only purpose is to fix all of those we see…
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		+	===Things I Can Not Seem to Understand…===
		+
		+	I have been a healer for quite a while yet it does not make sense some of the things people do. They kill those who tend to their wounds and some even end up killing themselves. It doesn’t make sense they would cut their chances of a prolonged life, but then again death is a trivial thing on the island for most. Then others wish to get back at others for killing them direly. They will go to any length from making copies of themselves to following the person around for days just to make a kill. Why people make it more trouble than its worth is beyond me. Grudges can be made for almost no reason at all; groups blamed when it is only a single member, and even just for the fact of where a person comes from. It seems like man whether they be from sunken ships of old times, ancient pristine villages, to decrepit ruins, even from the bustling settlements of explorers and scientists always seem to suffer from one of many ailments which can not be cured from stupidity, blood lust, hate, greed, and even more indescribable things.

	==The Tombtales of Jace Daskull==		==The Tombtales of Jace Daskull==

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 	If only.
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	2. The direct approach: post it, in keeping with the format of the examples you have. You're smart people; we trust you to figure it out.		2. The direct approach: post it, in keeping with the format of the examples you have. You're smart people; we trust you to figure it out.
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		+	Please note, though, that we do have standards, and will, in most circumstances, enforce them.

	==Memoirs of a Commissar by Lukas Alexander==		==Memoirs of a Commissar by Lukas Alexander==

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	Thought of the day: No man died in the service of the cause that died in vain		Thought of the day: No man died in the service of the cause that died in vain
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	I sit here, home at last. Home, a quaint idea considering the state of Durham nowadays. That inept son of a savage Burgundy rules with his fist rather than his few brains. Like a wounded animal backed in to a corner he is lashing out at any opposition he encounters. With the coming election he fears his end. Already he has spoken of my place among the criminals, laughable really. I will run for Governor, only then will the healing of Durham start. Only by cutting away the rot and cauterizing the wounds will regrowth be able to grace our town. However, before I go into details I feel it necessary to record the events that have proceeded this day. These memories are my legacy, that if my actions should wash away in the sea of time there will be some record of them.		I sit here, home at last. Home, a quaint idea considering the state of Durham nowadays. That inept son of a savage Burgundy rules with his fist rather than his few brains. Like a wounded animal backed in to a corner he is lashing out at any opposition he encounters. With the coming election he fears his end. Already he has spoken of my place among the criminals, laughable really. I will run for Governor, only then will the healing of Durham start. Only by cutting away the rot and cauterizing the wounds will regrowth be able to grace our town. However, before I go into details I feel it necessary to record the events that have proceeded this day. These memories are my legacy, that if my actions should wash away in the sea of time there will be some record of them.

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 	These are the tales told to me by the tombs.
-===-The Fall of Raktam-===
+===The Fall of Raktam===
 	A week ago, I was in Chikram, helping them, as Warlord of Raktam, against a group (Pack?) of violent tigers. In a lull, I discovered a magnificent tomb, filled with burned out incense and, upon the stile itself, a name I found very familiar.
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 	We shall see.
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+===Rakmogak===
 	The ghosts told me a second story, when I asked them about the Rakmogak. This was after the cannibals reappeared into our lives. Not having been born on Shartak, I had never heard any tales for the children.
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	We shall see.		We shall see.
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		+	===-Rakmogak-===
		+
		+	The ghosts told me a second story, when I asked them about the Rakmogak. This was after the cannibals reappeared into our lives. Not having been born on Shartak, I had never heard any tales for the children.
		+
		+	Apparently, a common, but grim, story is of the Rakmogak. Woefully vague, it tells of an evil king who ate his nine servants and ran from their ghosts, each of whom asks if they were tasty. The evil king tries to hide his evil from the people, but the ghosts tell the hero. After a while, the cunning hero tricks the king to fall into a hole, never to be heard from again.
		+
		+	When I mentioned this to the ghosts, they laughed and told me parts of the real story. The rest I gleaned from the tomb walls.
		+
		+
		+	There were Skygods for everything in the old days. The sun, the moon, the grass, the trees, the bears, the shargles... Everything. Ruling over them was the god of the Sky. They were content with their lots. But among them, there was one who would not be happy with her power.
		+
		+	Rakma was a cruel, depraved goddess, with nothing to rule. The youngest among them, she had nothing to control, no power at all, for the skygods do not work for evil. Yet somehow she managed to twist the rules of magic, gaining acess to the mortal realm. Looking down, Rakma saw ancient Shartak.
		+
		+	The island at that time was in turmoil, much like now. Tribes fought for control over the land, raping and pillaging their own people. The only large village that remains today was Wiksik, with its beginning Kingdom of Skulls. The kingdom was weak, and the main power on the island was a small village in the 'hook' of the Holy Mountain- Dynatos.
		+
		+	Here was a king, his name lost to the centuries. A good king, keeping his people safe from the maurading tribes around them. Never did this king use his soldiers for anything but defense.
		+
		+	His son was completely different. Named Mogak, he was a spoiled, mean-spirited young adult, obsessed with women and food. He cavorted with the worst types, many times crossing the border of the land to visit the tribes. The king knew nothing of this, of course. Mogak was too clever to allow anyone to know anything.
		+
		+	It was on one of his trips that Mogak stopped at a pool, bending to drink of its waters. As he looked at his reflection, a woman's face appeared over his shoulder. Whirling about, Mogak saw the most beautiful, seductive woman he'd ever seen, perfect in every aspect, like all of the Skygods. He was instantly smitten, and listened to everything she said.
		+
		+	This, of course, was Rakma. She told him many things on their first encounter, and loved him sweeter then anyone else. He returned seven times, each time learning more. Finally, at the seventh visit, she told Mogak that his father, the king, favored his sister to become queen more then him, despite being the eldest. Mogak was furious, and asked how he could secure his role.
		+
		+	Rakma's answer was simple. Kill the girl.
		+
		+	Mogak stabbed her in her sleep. Yet despite his best efforts, the king learned of his sons treachery from Mogak's own servant. Pursued by soldiers, Mogak fled, stopping only to kill his servant.
		+
		+	Once away, Mogak met Rakma, telling her how the plan had failed. The skygoddess quieted his fears, telling him of a new plan, one to conquer the whole island.
		+
		+	A year passed, and the kingdom remained at peace. Keeping all outsiders from their cities, they never learned of the events unfolding outside their lands. Mogak, controlled by Rakma, had gathered an army of scum, and destroyed all in his path. All, even the burgeoning Kingdom of Skulls, were forced into the new empire. Withing a month, Dynatos too fell, and Mogak took the capital for his own, with Rakma as his queen.
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		+	Meanwhile, in the heavens, the Skygods watched in horror. Unable to help without drastically altering the world, they held a commune, hoping to find an answer to stop Rakma.
		+
		+	The new kingdom, christened Rakmogak, showed their true colors. Every week, one hundred men, women and children were brought to Dynatos for Mogak and his warriors to devour. Cannibals all, they were unceasingly hungry. Any resistance was beaten to a pulp and eaten, many times alive. No one dared resist the might of the Rakmogak.
		+
		+	Nine weeks passed before the Skygods decided on a course of action. They did two things.
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		+	First, the devoured dead, all nine hundred of them, were returned as ghosts to the halls of Dynatos to exact revenge. Second, they sent down a hero, half god and half mortal, to the conquered tribes.
		+
		+	This hero's name was never found. He was called the Hummingbird, after his lightning fast attacks. More similarities to our good ruler, it seems. The Blue Hummingbird line had godblood in them, it seems.
		+
		+	Hummingbird united the ancient tribes, and rebelled in a way no one expected- In unity. Before, none of the seperate tribes would work together. Now they were a single blade, a single fist, a single hammer to strike the Rakmogak empire.
		+
		+	Yet despite a string of early victories, the people did not rise up as Hummingbird hoped. Mogak had seemed a powerful, good ruler. He had done nothing but ask for servants, it seemed to them, for Rakma hid the fates of the people well.
		+
		+	Mogak and his warriors, locked inside the palace, were driven half insane by the spirits. Mogak was terrified. If the people learned of what he had done, they would kill everything. So he had the palace locked up. No one came out, though the 'servants' still went in.
		+
		+	Then the spirits helped a single, young girl escape the castle. Once out, she spread the word of what Mogak had done, telling of the terrible cannibalism. Many believed her- It explained much.
		+
		+	Then she came to Hummingbird's camp, and told them of it. There, she fell in love with Hummingbird, and before the year was done, they had had a child.
		+
		+	Hummingbird led his now powerful army to Dynatos, sweeping away the pitiful guard on the city's walls, and found the palace empty. Searching its halls, they found only Mogak, cowering in his bedroom, his mind utterly destroyed by the spirits and not even worth killing. What happened to the warriors, no one could say, but the food stores were empty, and all of the women who had been sent to them were gone.
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		+	Hummingbird believed this to be the end. The empire split again into tribes, who now lived partially peacefully. Rakma was driven to the darkest reaches of the spirit world by the gods, her evil weakened.
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		+	Somehow, after the fall of the original Raktam empire, the Shamans who began to bring magic back to the world found out about what happened. Najdam would hardly tell me anything, but they knew that the Rakmogaks had ended up on an island shaped like a skull. They told no one, believing the threat to be truly gone.
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		+	If only.

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 The healer’s life is not an easy thing. We deal with the mess others cause. I have seen men with dozens of bullets lodged in their stomachs… Men whose arms have been broken beyond recognition… We must also use the same things others use to kill to help others; a dagger to remove those bullets; a machete to amputate the infected arm. We deal with even some of the strangest things of all; a man that was able to take over 20 poison darts and still hold onto the thin line called life. Another who had numerous circular marks and nearly strangled to death by a strange sea creature. The sheer mess of it is never a good sight; buckets full of blood, hair and skin covered floors, and even the mangled corpses of those who weren’t as fortunate as the rest. It’s an affinity for a job that we all hate. We wish we could do something else yet we find our only purpose is to fix all of those we see…
-==The Tombtales==
+==The Tombtales of Jace Daskull==
 	Through my many searches of the tombs located in the Commonwealth's village of Chikram, I have slowly unraveled the history of Raktam, and very much the history of Shartak.

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	The healer’s life is not an easy thing. We deal with the mess others cause. I have seen men with dozens of bullets lodged in their stomachs… Men whose arms have been broken beyond recognition… We must also use the same things others use to kill to help others; a dagger to remove those bullets; a machete to amputate the infected arm. We deal with even some of the strangest things of all; a man that was able to take over 20 poison darts and still hold onto the thin line called life. Another who had numerous circular marks and nearly strangled to death by a strange sea creature. The sheer mess of it is never a good sight; buckets full of blood, hair and skin covered floors, and even the mangled corpses of those who weren’t as fortunate as the rest. It’s an affinity for a job that we all hate. We wish we could do something else yet we find our only purpose is to fix all of those we see…		The healer’s life is not an easy thing. We deal with the mess others cause. I have seen men with dozens of bullets lodged in their stomachs… Men whose arms have been broken beyond recognition… We must also use the same things others use to kill to help others; a dagger to remove those bullets; a machete to amputate the infected arm. We deal with even some of the strangest things of all; a man that was able to take over 20 poison darts and still hold onto the thin line called life. Another who had numerous circular marks and nearly strangled to death by a strange sea creature. The sheer mess of it is never a good sight; buckets full of blood, hair and skin covered floors, and even the mangled corpses of those who weren’t as fortunate as the rest. It’s an affinity for a job that we all hate. We wish we could do something else yet we find our only purpose is to fix all of those we see…
		+
		+	==The Tombtales==
		+
		+	Through my many searches of the tombs located in the Commonwealth's village of Chikram, I have slowly unraveled the history of Raktam, and very much the history of Shartak.
		+
		+	Though the ancient runes used on the tomb's walls are similar to the religious ones used in worship of the skygods, much of their meaning has been lost. For example, 'Twi', the Skygod of the stars, used to also mean 'Black Sky', meaning the night. However, the usage of it has descended into the current language of Shartak, and Twi now only means the god. This has given me trouble, as deciphering the histories- obitcuaries of the ancestors- is rendered next to impossible. Were it not for the help of the ancestor ghosts, I might never had recovered any kind of cipher. As it is... But I digress.
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		+	These are the tales told to me by the tombs.
		+
		+	===-The Fall of Raktam-===
		+	A week ago, I was in Chikram, helping them, as Warlord of Raktam, against a group (Pack?) of violent tigers. In a lull, I discovered a magnificent tomb, filled with burned out incense and, upon the stile itself, a name I found very familiar.
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		+	'Blue Hummingbird, queen of Raktam.'
		+
		+	After recovering from the shock, I called the spirits to me, and asked them about this place.
		+
		+	This is what they told me.
		+
		+
		+	Long ago, yet after the cannibals of Rakmogak had been banished and their ancient empire brought to ruin, and the island divided into warring, black-hearted tribes, a single woman united four tribes, each of whom inhabited one of the current Raktam's four provinces. The other tribes of the island scoffed at this. Indeed, what self-respecting male would allow himself to be led by a woman?
		+
		+	The first Blue Hummingbird certainly proved them wrong, dominating all of the current Raktam's territory and all of the western island. The east, at the time, was controlled by the Kingdom of Skulls, and they respected the boundry. While wars WERE fought, little change took place. The sounds of battle ceased for a time, and each Queen of the empire, whose name I do not know, suceeded the last, taking on the name Blue Hummingbird and keeping power. The land on which Chikram stands, apparentally, was, in fact, the palace of the ancient queens!
		+
		+	This empire, for a time, was free of the strife and rebellion our good King Sofaking must deal with. For a time, until the chief minister of the land, Iorek Liles, decided that being chief in the Skygod's ear was not enough.
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		+	He wanted to be king. And for someone with almost as much power as the Blue Hummingbird, he could do it.
		+
		+	A rebellion happened, starting at the Holy Mountain and spreading like wildfire through the empire. From where Durham stand, to the holy mountain, the people took up arms and revolted, siezed in a religious frenzy by Liles' words. He told them the Queen was a heretic, that she believed the Skygods fake and, worst of all, said she was a descended of the Rakmogaks. (At the time, I knew not who they were, and the Ghosts' words confused me.)
		+
		+	The Royal Army fought battle after battle, never advancing, only falling back. The people who remained loyal joined together and fought.
		+
		+	In the final battle, Blue Hummingbird herself stood at the gates of the palace, holding her holy machete and leading the war chants from the head. In the clash, much of the people were slain, their bodies burned on the very fires Iorek summoned from the skies. His powers as Minister had not left him, and he nearly defeated the queen.
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		+	In the final moments, though, the skygods looked down and saw the ruin, and their powers were withdrawn. Gone were the magics the ancient Priests used, only a fraction of the might remained.
		+
		+	But the deed was done. Blue Hummingbird burned, dying on the field. With her last breath, she tore her foe from loins to hair, and tore his heart out.
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		+	Liles' army ransacked the palace before they realized what they had done. Throwing themselves down, they sobbed for forgiveness, pleading with the skygods for redemption.
		+
		+	But the deed was done. The skygods withdrew even the mercy of death, leaving us as tortured spirits when our lives pass. The people went on to live their lives, trying to forget their sins. We pay for this for all time, perhaps.
		+
		+	However, Three people survived the ransacking of Chikram Palace. A guard, a nursemaid...
		+
		+	And a child.
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		+	The ghosts know not of what happened, except that the child from several millenia ago is the same as the Queen who returned to Raktam. How this is, none know, save the Skygods, and perhaps Blue Hummingbird herself.
		+
		+	I will try and ask her, if I can summon her spirit. We shall see.
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		+	We shall see.
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 ===This is awesome!  How can I get involved?===
-Glad you asked!  It's very simple.  Send us a column as an example of the sort that you'd write.  If it's worth posting-and almost anything that's reasonably coherent and well written is-we'll put it up in the one-shots section.
+Glad you asked!  It's very simple.  There are two methods:
 If you want to post anything after that, either send it to us along with a snappy title for your series of columns, or just edit it into the Wiki page yourself.  Basically, one column gets you put with all of the other people who've only written one column; two columns gets you a snappy title.  I don't think it's a hard decision.
 If you know you'll write a second column, you can ask for a snappy title from the outset.  Be aware, however, that that gives us the right to harass you until you give us the second column.
 ==Memoirs of a Commissar by Lukas Alexander==