3. Gathering of the tribes

Gathering of the tribes


  • A few more tribesmen than usual are being seen in and around Jiyyd. Trading bows and well made arrows for the usual trade goods. They watch the adventurers come and go but interact very little with them, mainly talking amonst themselves.

    "I do not know. He spoke well but he is just one man. What does he want from us?"

    "He almost got our women."

    The first spits. "Pfft, he is a fat old singer. Why would any woman be with him when she could have me." He puffs up his chest and struts a moment.

    The second doubles over with laughter. "Stop, tis unfair to attack me with jokes like that without a formal challenge. Like you said, he speaks well . . . and women sometimes want to talk as well as . . . "

    "Bah. My woman will not want to hear me speak."

    "THAT I can believe, all except the part about you HAVING a woman."

    days earlier

    He had arrived alone, before dawn in the encampment and was shocked to see how many of the tribe awaited him. It was as though they had known that he was coming, though he had told nobody. Ting had arrived, ghosting in her foxlike style. She chatted with him and made sure she could stay, she watched as he sang up the sun and then removed his own cloak and put on the one she had made.

    As he sings the tribe of the Featherflights gather near and he does not have to call them. He does not bother to look for the Shaman or his wife, he knew they would be out there, somewhere. "Brothers. Sisters." They stir and then are quiet. "Too long have the tribes been apart. We were once ONE!"

    His voice echoes off of the walls of the mall canyon and he waits for the choes to die before he continues, for the word to sink in. "We were the Nars. Now what are we? Archers in one corner. Mystics who now farm. Tigers who go off to fight and then fights some more. Scattered are we, like arrows dropped in the field. Useless save as single shots, but no threat to anybody."

    He looks about, challenging. "That is what we have become. Dependent on THEM!." His hand stabs out towards Jiyyd. "Outsiders defend us. THEY fight the battles to defend our land. . . . and where are we? Where are YOU?"

    He sneers looking down from the rock rise he stands on. "Safe in your little hole, telling each other that you are keeping to the old ways. Nodding and peeking outside to see if it is safe."

    "Safe" He spits. "An army gathers. It wants to destroy this land and all that are upon it. It will be demon led, and demon fed. The Heyokarr will be there, before it." He takes a deep breath. "But alone . . . .we will die well." He almost whispers. "That is all we can do. But if need be . . ." his voice rises. "It is what we will do. Unless you make a decision. YOU decide your fate and the fate of the land. Will you wait here, for the army to come? Hope they miss your hidey hole?"

    He nods. "They might. But even if they did find it. I doubt they would find warriors. Maybe they will not hunt the Mice right away." He looks challengingly into the eyes, eyes of anger at his words. Only his presence and voice keeps any from challenging him. "You have time. Time to decide. WHAT you are. WHO you are. and what you will do. I have told you where I will be, on that day. Will I stand alone? Or will arrows fill the skies above me? Think. Decide. I will be back for your answer. Or you can step out and find me. I do not hide. And I am too big to be mistaken for a mouse."

    "Brothers. Find the glory once more. Find the old ways within you. UNITE." Once again his voice rings off of the walls. "UNITE!" He bows his head and steps down from the rock, the tribe parts to let Ting and he leave. They did not see him collapse, just beyond their borders. They did not hear him worry they did not hear him cry to Ting. "I tried, but what if I fail? Too much depends on this. The land, the people, their souls . . . "

    "Aye, and it IS nice to get out. Even if it is a Outsiders town. We should come more often." They stop to listen to a young female bard play birdpipes and then they drift back out into the plains.

    //OOC

    Gathering of the tribes . . . .if any want to make a barbarian of any of the tribes, or if you have a character with Barbarian blooodlines. This will be a call you will hear. Jerr is working hard to gather the ribes and the Featherflights are just his first stop. Feel free to gather or stop him and speak to him as he will be spreading the word far and wide.

    Red tigers are the berserkers and warriors . . . charge and kill
    Featherflights are the archers
    Heyokarr, any with a hand in the weave will wind up with us, we have our warriors but more than our share of mystics, clerics and visionaries

    No idea what will happen in the end, mid you.. 🙂