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PelicanGaming: /* Part 8 */

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‎Part 8

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PelicanGaming: /* Part 6 */

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‎Part 6

PelicanGaming: /* Part 6 */

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PelicanGaming: /* Part 6 */

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PelicanGaming: /* Part 8 */

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‎Part 8

PelicanGaming: /* Part 4 */

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‎Part 4

PelicanGaming: /* Part 5 */

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PelicanGaming: /* Part 4 */

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‎Part 4

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 As the lunch horn blew, they left the library, descending the stairs, and to the main lawn where a barbecue had been set up, the monks were cooking a giant elk. The animal was sitting outside the Sanctuary gates being carved. Several monks had climbed on top of the carcass and were cutting out slabs of meat the size of a cow. One of the animal's legs, at it's narrowest, was a wide as a humon tall. The massive creature would feed the 150 monks in the sanctuary for the next three months of the cold season. This was a welcomed feast and a needed kill; the previous grow season had been smaller than hoped, and smaller than necessary. It was rare that a giant elk would venture this far north in the plains, they usually stayed on the south, beyond the borders of Berryshire, over fifty elics away.
-While some cut meat, or carried the pieces to the barbecue, other monks were circled around the elk offering thanks to its spirit for sacrificing itself to their needs, and praying that it would be honored in its next life, that it be blessed with little turmoil. "May the chaos of your existence be beneficial," they sang to the elk as the prayers ended.
+While some cut meat, or carried the pieces to the barbecue, other monks were circled around the elk offering thanks to its spirit for sacrificing itself to their needs, and praying that it would be honored in its next life, that it be blessed with little turmoil. "Kadd lari`On" (May the chaos of your existence be beneficial) they sang to the elk as the prayers ended.
 The First Feast of the Kill was always festive and filling. Each time a huge beast such as this was slain, a feast would be held that night, eating as much food as could be had, and the rest preserved in cakes of salt. However, it had been two seasons since a beast a quarter the size had been even seen.

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 Nik chuckled during the telling, "Any evidence to truth of it?"
-"None, of course, but it makes for a good tale, either way. Come, we should get in and meet with the head before the mob makes it to the top." Looking down the stairs, Nik could see that was quite the mob. A few dozen monks were beginning to climb the stairs. Tedd was among them, having been slower in eating. As Nik turned away from the view he spotted Griegg and Arun walking along one of the gravel paths through the grasses, flowering bushes, and small trees, approaching a monk that looked to be waiting for them as he sat on among a circle of stone disks in the grass.
+"None, of course, but it makes for a good tale, either way. Come, we should get in and meet with the head before the mob makes it to the top." Looking down the stairs, Nik could see that was quite the mob. A few dozen monks were beginning to climb the stairs. Tedd was among them, having been slower in eating. As Nik turned away from the view he spotted Griegg and Arun walking along one of the gravel paths through the grasses, flowering bushes, and small trees, approaching a monk that looked to be waiting for them as he sat among a circle of stone disks in the grass.
 "I don't mean to pry, it's not really my business, but curiosity takes me, what is it between those two?" Nik asked Raain.
-"Griegg and Arun?" Raain questioned as Nik nodded affirmation, "Arun came two years ago seeking Matthew Clevell as a teacher. He wasn't at Berryshire at the time, and so Griegg took him in. Griegg took a fatherly heart to him. But Arun was clumsy and childish still. A teen Hobb, and yet still acted beneath him. But the childishness wasn't what bothered Griegg, it's what gave him the fatherly heart. Arun hadn't told Griegg about his abilities of mind until one day Arun had pretty much destroyed the Inn's store. Arun had been with us for a season."
+"Griegg and Arun?" Raain questioned as Nik nodded affirmation, "Arun came two years ago seeking Matthew Clevell as a teacher," she said as they entered the Library. "He wasn't at Berryshire at the time, and so Griegg took him in. Griegg took a fatherly heart to him. But Arun was clumsy and childish still. A teen Hobb, and yet still acted beneath him. But the childishness wasn't what bothered Griegg, it's what gave him the fatherly heart. Arun hadn't told Griegg about his abilities of mind until one day Arun had pretty much destroyed the Inn's store. Arun had been with us for a season."
-The ceiling of the library was high, it had been painted with scenes of the Avel, Auriese and Kæav, of people of many races, and many animals, and scenes of history long ago. The sight distracted Nik from Raain's explanation. The library was shaped as the birds fly: a point at the door, and growing wider the deeper into the mountain it went, and the mural stretched the entirety.
+The ceiling of the library was high, it had been painted with scenes of the Avel, Auriese and Kæav, of people of many races, and many animals, scenes of history long ago. The sight distracted Nik from Raain's explanation. The library was shaped as the birds fly: a point at the door, and growing wider the deeper into the mountain it went, and the mural stretched the entirety.
 "That also took over a hundred years to paint. Every twenty-five years a new team begins repainting it, and they paint nearly everyday for as long as their backs will carry them. Ah, here's my favorite." She pointed a short distance ahead.

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 From the top of the steps the whole of the sanctuary were visible, three watch guards stood in front of the four columns on the porticos. Beyond the walls, the visible fields extended for several day's rides. A few with strong eyes, or anyone with a spyglass could, on a clear day be able to see Berryshire Town as a small blob in the distance. If an attack were to come at Berryshire from the east or west, or a very large attack from the south, the Sanctuary could warn the town by lighting a fire high in the mountain or blowing one of the Mountain Horns (though in the cold seasons this was never a good idea, the snows on the cliff top were enough of a danger even without a wind from the north.
-As Nik and Raain reached the top, Raain took a deep satisfied breath as Nik huffed, stairs were different than wilderness trails even if mountainous. Raain turned with an eager smile on her face towards the view she hadn't seen in a year. "Nik, look," she said.
+As Nik and Raain reached the top, Raain took a deep satisfied breath as Nik huffed, stairs were different than wilderness trails even if mountainous. Raain turned with an eager smile on her face towards the view she hadn't seen in several years. "Nik, look," she said.
 Nik, still bent over with hands on his knees, turned his head to see what lay behind him. The air was clear, and the roia were still low in the western sky, lighting the green grasses of the Berryshire Plain in brilliant gold. Nik forgot his exhaustion and stood facing the view, mouth open. The air was cool and the view beautiful, his eyes watered. "I've seen many vast views, and many sunrises," he said, "but this may be the best."

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 There were one hundred thirty-four steps up to the library, Raain had climbed them so many times growing up that she felt obliged to count them; it was a number she could never forget, no matter how much she wished she could. The building towered over the rest of the sanctuary, which was almost a village. The walls around the sanctuary were 15 feet high, and they met the walls of the nearly four thousand foot high cliffs the sanctuary was built into and from. The library stood part way out of the cliffs, and part way within the rock. It had taken several centuries, during the Renaissance, the previous age, to dig out, and the stones removed were used to build the walls, housing, the dining hall, stables, bathhouse, the temple, and lastly the front of the library.
-From the top of the steps the whole of the sanctuary were visible, four watch guards stood in front of the four columns on the porticos. Beyond the walls, the visible fields extended for several day's rides. A few with strong eyes, or anyone with a spyglass could, on a clear day be able to see Berryshire Town as a small blob in the distance. If an attack were to come at Berryshire from the east or west, or a very large attack from the south, the Sanctuary could warn the town by lighting a fire high in the mountain or blowing one of the Mountain Horns (though in the cold seasons this was never a good idea, the snows on the cliff top were enough of a danger even without a wind from the north.
+From the top of the steps the whole of the sanctuary were visible, three watch guards stood in front of the four columns on the porticos. Beyond the walls, the visible fields extended for several day's rides. A few with strong eyes, or anyone with a spyglass could, on a clear day be able to see Berryshire Town as a small blob in the distance. If an attack were to come at Berryshire from the east or west, or a very large attack from the south, the Sanctuary could warn the town by lighting a fire high in the mountain or blowing one of the Mountain Horns (though in the cold seasons this was never a good idea, the snows on the cliff top were enough of a danger even without a wind from the north.
 As Nik and Raain reached the top, Raain took a deep satisfied breath as Nik huffed, stairs were different than wilderness trails even if mountainous. Raain turned with an eager smile on her face towards the view she hadn't seen in a year. "Nik, look," she said.

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 ==Part 8==
-'''[[Ûthõnvi]], 7 [[Nédiïn]] 3884'''
+'''[[Ûthõn`Roidd]], 7 [[Nédiïn]] 3884'''
 She got it wrong. She almost had it, but then she couldn't remember how the morning trumpet call ended. Raain blasted the trumpet as she began to laugh at herself. Of course she didn't remember it, she knew she wouldn't.

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 ==Part 4==
-'''[[Ithõn'Roidd]], 5, [[Nédiïn]] 3884'''
+'''[[Ithõn`Roidd]], 5, [[Nédiïn]] 3884'''
 The next morning the bells rang out, signaling breakfast being ready. Tedd stretched his furry arms, and climbed out of bed. He crossed the room to his vanity table, picked up his brush, and began brushing his tail. He never bothered to count how many knots he had to pull, the count was almost as painful as pulling the knots.

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 ==Part 5==
-'''[[Olrõnvi]], 6, [[Nédiïn]] 3884'''
+'''[[Olrõn`Roidd]], 6, [[Nédiïn]] 3884'''
 There was no bell for breakfast, it was a horn. I loud trumpet calling out as the Roia cracked the western horizon. As Nik gathered himself, he wondered which was worse. He almost missed the nights of sleeping on roots, twigs and rocks, solely because he was woken by his own body instead of a bell or trumpet, or other such unnecessary and unnatural noise.