Wevv’s Appendix #0313
“AZUR. AZUR FOLLOW JA’AMUN. INTO MINES OF IRON. WATCH HIM SHOW THEM THE WAY. HIS LIFE IS YOURS. I BIND YOUR DANGER TO HIS. KEEP HIM SAFE THROUGH HER BLESSING. THE DEFILER’S MIND SEES HIS THOUGHTS.”
Wevv’s Appendix #0314
:: Wevv’s Trial :: “The Bard, The Mines & The Newly Free.” ::
“The Talented Bard continues to regale The Newly Free with his tongue. I follow, out of earshot of his silver words. He sways them well & the people love his antics. I prefer his somber songs, between the heated moments where life lay at the next line of his tune.”
Wevv’s Appendix #0325
:: Wevv’s Trial :: “The Crafting of The Crafter.” ::
“Never removing the skins of her office, the Fire-y Druid erects her two tents. I watch as she works the hides of beasts, offering assistance as I can, the smells & process reminding me of the joys of a wake back home.
She carves beautifully, first a fine bone flute for The Popular Bard, then a Dazzling Singing-stick for The Imminent Templar. She sells other wares, establishing a powerful face in the former coliseum of tears.”
Wevv’s Appendix #0333
:: Wevv’s Trial :: “The Templar’s Eye.” ::
“This Other Templar, he is not like the others. His will is devout, to some other thing. His sees strength in righteousness but does not let him bind him from action. His followers grow throughout whispers in the city of our deeds.
His fortress, his Eye, rests just close enough to his pillar in The Warrens to allow us to move without check into & out of it. He gives to me a small room. The walls offer excellent training space to hone my psionic abilities. The new owner seems not to mind the occasional psionic pierce of the walls.
The furniture of the previous occupant reeks of disrepair, creaking with homespun quality. It feels warm with the voices of groups varied templar unhappy with the new order of things. Their commanding opinions ricochet off one another in the candle-lit night-meetings. I listen, mystified by their ability for intrigue. Jealous of their ability to plan for a future different than the past. I listen inspired by their debate one night as Synkayvitch hushes the room as he plants on the table a pint of black mud from the streets outside. He dips his hand in it, up to the fine edge of his templar cloak & fists black to his face, smearing a thick line across it.
A pause, the room snuffed of reaction, he says, ‘we stand apart now.’
Wevv’s Appendix #0342
:: Wevv’s Trial :: “The Thri-kreen’s Calmness.”
“The Monk ploughs at her mind, deep tracts of vileness inside. Her Calmness, such a contrast to most of her people, veils herself in the strength of the sand, its blight unable to invade deeper than its surface. I knew she would see.
She whispers constantly, to the people we pass, in a mix of common & ‘kreen. Something about illicit tribe & iron trading. I understand little of the plot, learning of the thri-kreen tongue is fobid by Drak law. She watches The Slave Kreen intently, its quest for iron somehow linked to all of this. I trust her in battle implicitly yet the traditions of my people’s forbid further.”
Wevv’s Appendix #0389
:: Wevv’s Trial :: “A Pitch of Memory.” ::
“The blackness of the Sister-Elf’s mind will not leave. I feel it throughout me, on my skin, touching everything around me. Who is she. What could possibly be inside of her to have … this be her mind. I fear we may all be players in her game, not our own, whether she knows it or not. Her blade never fails, I hope never to have to cross it. & then she sacrifices for us, His Spirit & mine, to regain the implements of my training. Risking her life for me, not knowing why she should. The enigma of her amnesia stretches wildly into our lives.”
Wevv’s Appendix #0391
:: Wevv’s Equipment :: “Synk’s Sticks” ::
“A singing stick, carved by our Mirri for the templar turned to Synkayvitch’s path. An elegant weapon, from a simpler time. Presented to me by the man himself, the weight of its sentiment means much to me.”