Re: Thread I: Six Kai, Two missions
Rain would look for something to drink and take a large swallow from the bottle. It was easy to note that her hands were shaking.
"There are many things that people have assumed about me. That I eat puppies for breakfast, that I have a torrid affair going on with another Kai that I'm always seen with, or that I'm really a Helghast in disguise- thanks for that last one, Snake. I want you all to know that no matter what I say or what I reveal to you, I'm still the same Rain Feather you all know and care about. I am a Kai, I will always be a Kai, and nothing is ever going to change that. You may learn some things that cause you to question what I am, and I will answer to the best of my ability. There are some matters that I will deem private, and if I catch any of you trying to pry, I will not take it lightly- as in, 'the first person who tries to pry will end up feeling the full power of my mental faculties'. I'm not telling you this because I want to- but because it may be related to our missions. Kai knows I would rather have died in obscurity, but I guess that just isn't going to happen."
She unlaced the Kai cloak from her shoulders and let it drop over the chair behind her. She would stand there, leaning over the table, palms flat on the tabletop. Her bright blue eyes would glance over the Kai gathered at the table- studious Sun Snake, silent Swift Fox, gallant Sabre Fox, rising star Sun Feather, and the reliable Laughing Shark.
"I only pray that you still accept me for my actions, not for where I have come from."
She took another drink, and then began. There was a small drip of red upon the wine bottle after she put it down.
"The Kirlundin chain has always been a wild part of Sommerlund. I have it on good account that the islands are still mostly wild- and that the King's law only applies to the places the king's men happen to be at that time. There is still danger aplenty to be found there- and some generations ago, it was quite worse. My story begins upon the northernmost island in the Kirlundin chain... where a woman's discovered powers lead her to crave more. Being from a poor family of fisherfolk, there was no way she could afford the money needed to get to Toran, for training at the Brotherhood."
Her hands would clench into fists, and if one listened quietly, the soft dripping of liquid onto a floor could barely be heard through the silence.
"In those old days, the Darklords were more active than we ever gave then credit for- considering that most of thier agents came into Sommerlund through an iron ship that used to dock at a hidden alcove on the northernmost island. The woman witnessed the men in skull-masks and the deformed creatures in robes with thier strange magic. She did the unthinkable and approached them- when the Drakkarim tried to take her, she used her power to put them into a trance, and threatened to take them to the nearest patrol of the king's men. The Nadziranim, impressed with her courage, offered her a deal. If she could prove her dedication to thier cause, they would augment her magical powers. They would be back the next month, and expected to see her again. Watching the great ironclad steam away, the woman simply smiled. In the thirty days leading up to the return of the steamship, twenty-eight days were spent practicing. On the twenty-ninth day, she struck. Overnight, the small village of Cod's Bane became a ghost town. The woman's magic enslaved the minds of every man, woman, and child in the village, and upon the thirtieth day, she met the ironclad with forty-eight people to exchange for magic."
As her fists clenched tighter, the dripping became more pronounced. If one were to look, her fists had clenched so tightly that her palms had been carved open by her nails, and that her own blood was spattering into a small stain on the floor.
"I know not where they took her- Argazad, Torgar, Kaag, maybe even Helgedad. But she went along on the ironclad, trading forty-eight souls for her increased power. She disappeared for a month, and when she returned, she promised to meet the ironclad again in a month. She then went to the village of Salty Rock, and did the same thing. Again she disappeared, taking fifty-three more souls to pay her new masters for more power. Then it was Sun's Reef, the largest city upon the island. One hundred twenty-four souls traded away into slavery, torture and death for her powers. But this time, the power changed her. Many had said she was a beauty among her people- waist-length brown hair, a tan complexion, and soft brown eyes. Her last treatment changed even that-"
She was shaking so badly she leaned over the table again, bracing herself upon it. Blood oozed between her fingers, forming small trails as it slowly flowed upon the tabletop. Her eyes were open- if someone tried to look at her, she would refuse to meet them in the eyes.
"-the first villager who confirmed it was her stood aghast at her new, terrible beauty. Her skin had gone pale. Her waist-length hair became black as midnight, some would think reflecting the darkness of her soul. Her eyes, however, were what everyone remembered."
Rain would look out over the table, fixing each of the five Kai there in turn with a gaze.
"Her eyes became the iciest, coldest shade of blue that could exist. And as her powers came to bear upon the frightened villagers, she would laugh, a laugh that tormented the Kirlundin from top to bottom for the better part of two years. The name of Aieta Nematah has been forgotten through the years, but every child in the Kirlundin knows her by heart- 'You'd better behave, or the Wytch of the Islands will take you away.'"
Here it was. Rain finished the bottle and slammed it down, listening as it shattered into shards of glass the skipped over the table.
"The Kai and the Brotherhood eventually put a stop to Aieta. They brought her here, to Toran, and put her on trial. Then they sent her through the Shadow Gate for her crimes. But the Kai reported finding swaddling in her caves- evidence that she had passed at least some of her powers on to the next generation- to her daughter. Her daughter hid for years in the isles- moving in the middle of the night, staying ahead of percieved threats and assumptions that the Kai and the Brotherhood would swoop down and carry her away to join her mother. But life endures, and at the age of twenty, she had a child of her own, fully knowing that the Nematah surname put a bounty upon the child's head. It was a daughter again- same black hair, same creamy skin and icy blue eyes, but without a trace of her grandmother's power. Some would theorize that Kai had a grand sense of irony- to grant Aieta's granddaughter, Masari Nematah... a talent for mental combat that the Kai had not seen for a generation. Eventually, she was taken to the monastery after the death of her mother... and when the monks saw the condition of the girl's hair- soaked from the recent storm, but self-decorated with as many different bird feathers as she could find, they dubbed the young woman..."
A staggered sigh came from her lips.
"...they gave her the Kai name of 'Rain Feather'."
With that, she promptly collapsed, missing the chair and ending up on the floor, flat on her back.
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