A Scale out of Place

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danielmn
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A Scale out of Place

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The rain beat down softly, as was common in the Coastlands. The leaves would begin to turn soon, the great hunts would begin, the tribes preparation of the coming snows. But here in the lowlands, different hunts were underway. On the outskirts of the still deep green growing fields of Darfleet, a solitary figure sits in the deep haze of cloudy twilight. The man makes an odd sight among the growing fields, farmers in leathers and hides making their last checks before they settle in. In stark contrast to the fair haired residence, humble in appearance, black haired, blue eyed Praten rests with a great horned helm on his head, a silver and bronze sheened shield resting against a raised knee. Grease drizzles down his chin, as he eats and talks...to passersby it would seem to himself. But the farmers know, he speaks to Qasim, his battle-brother buried under a tree by Praten himself.

"Great battles to tell, Qasim! Praten protects Small Town from many men and Moondog. Smallfolk and Moonwarriors help, but Praten kill many on his own, including Moondog. He kills Great Spider, and ManPig too! Praten brings tusk of Manpig as proof for Qasim, though Qasim always knows Praten does not lie." Praten reaches up to tie the large tusk to the treebranch with a leather cord, letting it settle among a myriad of other items hanging from different branches, tusks and fangs, rusty daggers and battered helms.

"Shank is good. Quickshot too. He plays Song of Greatworm much, now. It pleases Greatworm. Praten see Small Rose dance, and much still life on walls. Both please Praten. He thinks he will brings still life back to tribe. It soothes, like dance and battlesongs! Praten thinks he has great battle when sun comes, more Moondogs. He will speak with White Wing more of Mooncurse...she says Praten is too weak yet for Greatworms Power to remove. Perhaps Praten takes Moonblessing, to be sure. Praten will let Qasim sleep now, he is tired too."

The man grunts as he rises slowly, his black and bronzed armour creaking and groaning. He turns and walks toward a tent nearby, the once small covering expanded immensely since the man arrived, many hides stitched together, waxed and oiled against the rain. He passes the lean-to on one side, that covers the firewood meant for dryer weather, and walks into the wildness of the tent, a sanctuary of furs of different sizes and colors, layered upon the floor, the inside walls of the tent, and the simple pallet...home away from home.
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<Castano>: danielnm - can you blame them?
<danielmn>: Yes,
<danielmn>: Easily.

"And in this twilight....our choices seal our fate"
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