Post by sylyle on Aug 30, 2013 4:29:29 GMT
The winter winds are cold and there is a whistling on the breeze
Listening to the sounds of the world through meditation you have
been there for three days searching. Wondering when there will
be a sign. Nearing the final days of training there is but this one
last test to be a full member of the Kyoki, the Zen Archers.
There is the whistle again not just imagination but a calling to
you. Reaching out with honed minds eye to try and focus the
range and direction of the noise. Then a voice clear as the sun
cresting the mountain you hear 'come to me'. Opening the eyes,
swiftly you scan the area, finding that there is nobody around you.
The air is still and the animals are all calm. Yet you see a direction
and feel the slight pulling of the fates and destiny.
Going and telling the Masters of your meditation and of the calling
to you. They grant you your robes, a set of arrows, and a days
worth of rice and water. Sending you out into the world as one of them. So
many years learning the calm way to see yourself and not take what
is there for granted. To learn to be one with your self, the bow,
and the target. This has not given well to your social skills.
Being out around people will be a new experience. One that will
have to be met head on with calm and confidence.
Traveling down the road, coming to a stranger is sitting there in
torn cloths and smelling of not having a bath none to recently.
There appears to be nobody around, no supplies to speak of, not even
a weapon that you can see. "Greetings." You say. He looks up at you
his eyes are deep betraying the clothing. "You would say welcomes
to me?" he has a high and nazley voice which hurts your ears. "I
would give greetings to any upon the road." "Why?" He snapps. "To
show that all are worth of communication." "You are not repulsed by
my being?" He coughs and spits nearly hitting your sandled feet. "It
is not for me to judge your state. I might inquire on how one did get
to such a state though." He laughs and laughs... "Oh it is... so
thirsty. You hand over your waterskin and he drinks a good half. With
a mostly toothless smile he hands it back to you "Thank you. It is, a
long long story. One which starts back to when nothing was everything
and everything was nothing." Enthralled in the story and not wincing
from the grating sound of his voice you do not notice his hands moving
slowly. "Being where all are equal but none are equal. Setting the
sanctity of what is right and what is good against ones self. To be
understanding of the welfare of others and not loose sight of your own
health. Are you ready to undergo the path of understanding of this? To find
the balance between what is the Sun and the Moon?"
The question sounding so harmless. "I seek wisdom to understand that
knowledge is the only way to avoid the same mistakes of self and others."
Laughing joyously. "Good good, you will be wonderful. May you have
the greatest of times and not loose yourself... In Calidor." You just
have a second to wonder where Calidor is when an orb of swirling light
encompasses you. Spinning faster and faster the streaks of light blurring
together into a mass of bright shifting and swirling hues of the rainbow.
Waking up in a forested area it takes a minute to clear your head. A
perfect circle of bent grass all around you. Trying to get your bearings
it is neigh impossible throught he thick woods. Searching inward for
calm you take a deep breath. Every long path begins with the first step.
And so you start walking chasing the setting sun.
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The Trees are different, the sounds of the forest familiar yet strange,
in fact the very air smells and tastes different. Finding a nearby stream
to refill the waterskin a slight rustling of brush catches the ear. Looking
toward the sound is the biggest bear that there ever could be in the hills.
Making soft with the feet and not making a sound silently the out of place
Monk does creep away. Later in the woods along comes a wolf looking
quite hungry. Getting in a good first shot the wolf charges taking a good
sized bite out of the leg shaking to try and drag you down it gets only
cloth of your robes now getting stained with your blood. A step backward
and a calm focus of the draw and release of the bow. A motion which
has been practiced ten thousand times. Arrows finding their target the
wolf seems more agitated. Trying again yet feebly to bring you down
finding you a much harder prey. A soft step back and two more arrows
loose into the wolf, one finding the neck dropping the large wolf. Saying
a quick thanks to the spirits. Going about to find your arrows, inspecting
them carefully they all are in good condition. Setting the next couple days
to rest and find a way to skin the hide off of the wolf. A large monstrous
beast of a cow is grazing standing head and shoulders above you. The
rounded horns and muscular shoulders speak of grievous wounds or even
death to a lone bowman, besides there is no need to kill such an animal,
and so the beast is left in peace. Rounding a cropping of trees, almost, you
run into a large wild Mustang. The horse seems to not see you but there
is a sense of wild which brings the bow to level sinking an arrow deep into
it. Quickly two more arrows follow the first and the Mustang rears off
bolting at a dead run. One last shot trying to lead the beast at a very
extreme range. The arrow looses singing through the air as it is released.
Seconds pass before the arrow drops just behind the fleeing creature. The
arrow shattering into an indeterminate number of splinters. The first week
has not been completely hospitable in these wilds lands but here I are
alive and seeing a work camp setting up what looks like a sawmill.
Listening to the sounds of the world through meditation you have
been there for three days searching. Wondering when there will
be a sign. Nearing the final days of training there is but this one
last test to be a full member of the Kyoki, the Zen Archers.
There is the whistle again not just imagination but a calling to
you. Reaching out with honed minds eye to try and focus the
range and direction of the noise. Then a voice clear as the sun
cresting the mountain you hear 'come to me'. Opening the eyes,
swiftly you scan the area, finding that there is nobody around you.
The air is still and the animals are all calm. Yet you see a direction
and feel the slight pulling of the fates and destiny.
Going and telling the Masters of your meditation and of the calling
to you. They grant you your robes, a set of arrows, and a days
worth of rice and water. Sending you out into the world as one of them. So
many years learning the calm way to see yourself and not take what
is there for granted. To learn to be one with your self, the bow,
and the target. This has not given well to your social skills.
Being out around people will be a new experience. One that will
have to be met head on with calm and confidence.
Traveling down the road, coming to a stranger is sitting there in
torn cloths and smelling of not having a bath none to recently.
There appears to be nobody around, no supplies to speak of, not even
a weapon that you can see. "Greetings." You say. He looks up at you
his eyes are deep betraying the clothing. "You would say welcomes
to me?" he has a high and nazley voice which hurts your ears. "I
would give greetings to any upon the road." "Why?" He snapps. "To
show that all are worth of communication." "You are not repulsed by
my being?" He coughs and spits nearly hitting your sandled feet. "It
is not for me to judge your state. I might inquire on how one did get
to such a state though." He laughs and laughs... "Oh it is... so
thirsty. You hand over your waterskin and he drinks a good half. With
a mostly toothless smile he hands it back to you "Thank you. It is, a
long long story. One which starts back to when nothing was everything
and everything was nothing." Enthralled in the story and not wincing
from the grating sound of his voice you do not notice his hands moving
slowly. "Being where all are equal but none are equal. Setting the
sanctity of what is right and what is good against ones self. To be
understanding of the welfare of others and not loose sight of your own
health. Are you ready to undergo the path of understanding of this? To find
the balance between what is the Sun and the Moon?"
The question sounding so harmless. "I seek wisdom to understand that
knowledge is the only way to avoid the same mistakes of self and others."
Laughing joyously. "Good good, you will be wonderful. May you have
the greatest of times and not loose yourself... In Calidor." You just
have a second to wonder where Calidor is when an orb of swirling light
encompasses you. Spinning faster and faster the streaks of light blurring
together into a mass of bright shifting and swirling hues of the rainbow.
Waking up in a forested area it takes a minute to clear your head. A
perfect circle of bent grass all around you. Trying to get your bearings
it is neigh impossible throught he thick woods. Searching inward for
calm you take a deep breath. Every long path begins with the first step.
And so you start walking chasing the setting sun.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
The Trees are different, the sounds of the forest familiar yet strange,
in fact the very air smells and tastes different. Finding a nearby stream
to refill the waterskin a slight rustling of brush catches the ear. Looking
toward the sound is the biggest bear that there ever could be in the hills.
Making soft with the feet and not making a sound silently the out of place
Monk does creep away. Later in the woods along comes a wolf looking
quite hungry. Getting in a good first shot the wolf charges taking a good
sized bite out of the leg shaking to try and drag you down it gets only
cloth of your robes now getting stained with your blood. A step backward
and a calm focus of the draw and release of the bow. A motion which
has been practiced ten thousand times. Arrows finding their target the
wolf seems more agitated. Trying again yet feebly to bring you down
finding you a much harder prey. A soft step back and two more arrows
loose into the wolf, one finding the neck dropping the large wolf. Saying
a quick thanks to the spirits. Going about to find your arrows, inspecting
them carefully they all are in good condition. Setting the next couple days
to rest and find a way to skin the hide off of the wolf. A large monstrous
beast of a cow is grazing standing head and shoulders above you. The
rounded horns and muscular shoulders speak of grievous wounds or even
death to a lone bowman, besides there is no need to kill such an animal,
and so the beast is left in peace. Rounding a cropping of trees, almost, you
run into a large wild Mustang. The horse seems to not see you but there
is a sense of wild which brings the bow to level sinking an arrow deep into
it. Quickly two more arrows follow the first and the Mustang rears off
bolting at a dead run. One last shot trying to lead the beast at a very
extreme range. The arrow looses singing through the air as it is released.
Seconds pass before the arrow drops just behind the fleeing creature. The
arrow shattering into an indeterminate number of splinters. The first week
has not been completely hospitable in these wilds lands but here I are
alive and seeing a work camp setting up what looks like a sawmill.