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| Alo Kinson; of the Eloki nomadic tribe | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 10 2016, 09:07 PM (26 Views) | |
| Kilik | Dec 10 2016, 09:07 PM Post #1 |
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Keep it short, but embellish
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[align=center]Knowing enlightenment and finding enlightenment is like the difference between counting the drops of a waterfall and knowing why the water falls in the first place.[/align] The day was new and the sun had cracked the horizon with soft rays of yellow against the grey backdrop. With those rays, it brings color to the world. First it paints the horizon and reaches for the darkened trees until they're illuminated with the wondrous greens of pine and oak matching the rising blue skies with the pink clusters of morning clouds. Morning's like these were always a favorite for the Eloki living in the valley, for them, it meant the sky was filled with color. For their parents in the tribe it meant a gods blessings in the foreseeable future. For children of the Nomadic Eloki tribe, it also meant an early start at the wonders of life and everything that that involves. This is where our story starts, with an Eloki child in the morning of good tidings and better blessings. A child who will soon find for himself a world of wonder outside the day to day rituals of a nomadic life. His name was Alo. Today was special not for just Alo but to three others of roughly the same age. Today they were to be assigned a profession, established after a series of trials before the five elders of the nomadic clan. These travelers of the valley, still maintained the old rituals that the families of Tempus Eloki had forsaken. It was to be a day that none of the four children were ever going to forget, much as their parents before them and theirs before that. It is a ritual of second births, of transgressions forgiven and of the new adulthood ahead of them. Alo hadn't slept the entire night, mostly he tossed and turned in his faded and worn out goatskin covers for the entirety of the new moon night. When light crawled through the room he already had his esteemed ritual day clothes upon him. (OoC: druid growth, plant alchemy, companion) Edited by Kilik, Dec 10 2016, 09:46 PM.
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