Tale of an Exile
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"Karista! Are you drawing again? Scribbling in the dirt?" her mother called to her. No answer. "Karista! Get back for even feast!" No answer. Shrugging her mother went to search for her.
Passing the others of the tribe, preparing their children for their nightly meal, she smiled knowing she had a child of her own. Turning behind a tree to have her daughter come into view. She stood shocked in a daze for a short while, before yelling out.
"Karista! KARISTA!" she screamed, alerting others in the campsite. A flood of others came running to find, a young teenage girl, covered in blood, knife in her hand, and red ochre pressed into the wounds of what seemed to be some strange written words. Smiling up the girl said "I did it… I carved the writings of the Mystery... Mysteries will be revealed to me, to save the tribe! To save us all!" This was all she could say, before her mother brought a blade down on her, her daughter, obviously posessed or some such.
When the girl awoke, she was hanging in a tree, upside down, her hands and feet bound. And a large blade mark across her face. Staring out into the night sky she still smiled, blood dripping from the self inflicted tatooings she had created. Alone, in the Windy Plains of Narfell, hanging, for supposed redemption.
She broke free, the branch holding her snapping under her swinging weight. Looking back to where the campfires in the distance were burning, she huffed lightly, facing the other way, and walked slowly, and bloodily, into the night.
This is the story of Karista, the Nars Exile. Exiled from her tribe due to her strange and possibly horrid practices, left to the gods in the plains.
Character Name: Nars Exile
Account: Ulyetia
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