Of Kitins and Goo

 It has been some days that I have been teleported to the Matis city of Yrkanis. My welcome here was extrodinary and much more then I would have expected for a lowly refugee such as myself. It is clear that any new comer to the New Lands is well appreciated and encouraged to become an active part of the rebuilding of our civilizations. Of the friends I had made in Silan I was the only one of my skill level to arrive in Yrkanis. Though I will miss them, some of them are only but a thought away due to our bonding and one of them having joined the same guild house as I have.

 We homins are blessed with the gift of telepathy to those people we have either consciously joined or have bonds of friendship. It was to my great delight that some of the homins who helped complete my last task in Silan had friends in the New Lands ready to welcome me to their guild. Rydon's Irregulars is the name of this guild, a group dedicated to helping all of hominkind any way they can and named after a great hero of the Kitin wars.

 Of which I am reminded of the terrible task appointed to me on Silan. It seems that the bandit band known as the Chlorogoo had awakened the fearsome Kitins by spreading the Goo to the plants and corrupting the fauna. The Goo must have reached underneath to a Kitin lair, and these insect like monsters do not take well to their homes being either invaded or corrupted. The whole of Silan was and may still be in danger of another Kitin invasion! I have done my best by distracting some of them and killing one of the major Kitins. But that is not to say more will come and keep seeking vengeance for their polluted home. I hope the Chlorogoos one day pay dearly for what they have done. But again, they are but sick and distorted homins themselves, no longer what they once were..

 This thought fills me with sorrow, so I must end this entry here. Next time I shall write of my first experiences in Yrkanis.

Training

It has been two full weeks since I sat foot in the ranger camp of the Ruins of Silan. I have acquired many basic skills in all areas that each race specialize in. I immediately made my way to Sterga's stall of the Matis. It was an obvious choice, I wanted to meet someone that would remind me of home and prepare me for what I would find in Yrkanis. Sterga is much like many male Matis proud and arrogant, I instantly liked him.

I am indebted to him for showing me how to properly sow and gather the best materials to create the best crafted items on Atys.He may be a bit stern and condescending but the rewards of his tutolage is well worth it. Although it was to my great dismay that I found myself questioning the Matis absolute certainty of our superiority. We built Silan, but we also ultimately destroyed it. I would think that we would learn from this experience as a people and find an alternative to controlling plants to do our bidding. But, it seems the Matis is bent on repeating the experiments that layed Silan to it's ruin. I'm not sure I agree that is a wise choice.

Which leads me to my current fascination with Nomis the Zorai Magician. During my voyage to this place I have come to better understand my fellow homins, and the Zorai are amongst those that hold the deepest respect. Not that I do not love my people any less, but I sometimes wonder if we could make better use of our plant manipulation by listening to the Zorai closer, or I should say at all. Nomis has been very kind and gentle in his teaching and yet still has provided me with much rudimentary knowledge of magic. The way of the sap is a mysterious and compelling one, one that brings you closer to the heart of Atys the more you delve in it.
For this reason I have chosen to inform Nomis of Sterga's plans.. I hope my actions are understood eventually.

The arts of foraging and harvesting have been practices I was hoping to sidestep if I could manage it. But seeing refugees coming back from their treks with their bags filled with goods to sell, I had to simply give it a chance. Meeting the local Trykette Milles was a curiosity in itself. She is of a manner and humor that is most unusual for one raised as I was. But fortunately it was not unpleasant, though it was difficult to take her seriously at first I came to greatly respect and even like her candor and clever tricks. It is now clear why she is here to train us, she could find absolutely anything you could dream at a large radius and in good quantities at that.

Guilan the Fyros Fighter trainer, was the one last stop I had to make no matter how much I didn't want to. Though I had come to adore how the Fyros hunters track and slay their prey I was still a bit intimidated by the imposing trainer. Maybe that is why the Matis oppose the Fyros so much, who would think a Matis could ever be intimidated? My thoughts of late are becoming more and more strange I must confess.. But on with the tale, Guilan has been superb in her guidance though I resented her first few simple missions I came to understand why she started slow. One needs to strategize a solid plan in order to survive. I am now not the fiercest warrior in the camp but I can hold my own in a brawl no problem.

As my skills became more then what the trainers could help with I was asked to help the local faction representatives. And so I have met with the Karavan and the Kami and helped them understand the strange happenings in the forest and at the lake. I will not speak of these things in any detail as I'm not finished and do not wish to alarm anyone should someone happen upon my journal and read this. I will leave the rest to when I am able to journey forth from these Ruins to the New Lands.

I am positive the Karavan will let me cross over after these last deeds. Wish me luck sweet pages!

First Journey

As your noble blood decrees you must always be loyal, courteous, tenacious, and most of all, reverent. Swear your allegiance to our king in Yrkanis and glorify our Goddess Jena! Beloved daughter, rebuild our once mighty kingdom and all that I have forsaken in this place will not be in vain.

With my mother's words still ringing in my ears I set sight on the ranger's camp of the Ruins of Silan. By wind, will and temerity I have fought my way to this place with my fellow refugees. Though 'fellow' was not always a word I would have used to describe homins not of Matis kin.

The Trykers always so mirthful, where once I would have seen lazy willful children, I find a curiousity and a cleverness proving an unexpected boon to our provisions. The Zorai always so deep into their mysteries, have astounded me with their wisdom, aptitude to magic and bond with Atys. The Fyros, the race I should despise above all, have proven fiercely protective of this exodus of the young and hopeful. Keen hunters they have provided more then their share of food. Those of us of Matis ilk, have tried our best to provide basic daggers and armors of good enough quality to make it through to Silan.

As we enter the camp it suddenly dawns how far we have come, how closer we are to one another, homins of Atys. We are to be trained by the rangers and representatives of each race to obtain the basic skills we will need in order to continue this arduous yet exhilirating journey to the New Lands. As I leave Chiang The Strong and make my way around the camp, I wonder where this will lead me and how much of my mother's wishes I can truly fullfil.

I wonder...