The morning light woke him once more. He got out of bed with a loud yawn and a
long, comfortable stretch before he smacked his lips a few times and scratched
an itch on his side. Such was the life here in Trenador-- boring. Except for
today, of course. Today was his initiation.
The small village was his home, beautiful in itself being in the mountains…
though the people here were really creepy at times with how fanatical they were
about their God, Itmen. Itmen was the god of light; the keeper of truth and
solace. His master was the most fanatical, eager for him to become a priest to
take his place.
He wanted to be a priest. So far he had learned many priestly skills; healing,
turning the undead, protection… but he also knew some wizardly spells, such as
charming, illumination, and casting illusions. Most of his skills were useless
in combat, but they could get him out if he needed.
He was a member of a cult… they were the Itmenites, named after their god.
Itmen appeared to them in visions after ingesting powder from their homegrown
plants. He never saw them growing in the wild, so he thought his master must
have purchased them from the villages further south, planting them in his own
garden and recycling their seeds each season.
The members of their cult were tattooed at birth, given red marks on their
faces. His were like fangs, one on each cheek. Other members had different
marks. They were a prediction of years to come… how the tattooed would behave…
his future choices and exploits… they were tattooed on by the church orderlies
after consorting with Itmen. (These predictions didn’t usually come true, but
they practiced this tradition out of, well, tradition.)
His given name was Kiba and His level was ‘unenlightened’, awaiting initiation.
Because of the magical skills he currently had, Kiba he felt he was a shoo-in
for the church. Those who weren’t initiated were sent to meditate until they
were enlightened enough to be so. Usually they never became enlightened enough
to be a high level, but it wasn’t uncommon enough that there were no church
members. The church had his master, who was the priest, the priest’s
subordinates, who helped run the church, and of course all of the attendees,
who were everyone in the village.
The village itself was relatively small. Not many people knew about it. It was
barely big enough to call a settlement… There was the church, fifteen houses,
one small farm, a well, and one square where there were occasional festivals to
celebrate the light. The church looked like it had been there a long time,
abandoned years ago. They had built it back up from ruins, whoever ‘they’ were.
Master claimed it was Itmen’s people, and they were descended from them. Kiba
didn’t argue. He didn’t know a lot about his own village. All he knew was that
it was in the middle of the mountains on the fringe of the Giantdowns.
Kiba had long brown hair, but he planned to shave it off when he became a
priest. It would be worth it for such a high stature. His eyes were a brilliant
green that his parents were proud of. The Priest said they were from Itmen
himself, the way they glow when he smiles. (They don’t really glow, mind you.
It’s a figure of speech.) He was five feet and ten inches tall with slender
build; not very athletic, but competent.
Kiba was currently in his teen years, on his way to becoming an adult. Or at
least that’s how he thought of himself. By the village’s stature, he was
already an adult at 18 years old. Kiba still felt like he had a bit of growing
to do before he was actually a grownup. Not that he was childish or anything…
He just didn’t feel like a full adult yet. Everyone else was always telling him
that those years were behind him. Already? Nah… they didn’t have to know that,
though. He pretended to be a man for them when they were around… for their sake.
“Today’s the day.” He smiles, standing up and shuffling across the room to his
wardrobe. He pulls from it his robes. They were solid blue with a cloth belt;
also blue. Kiba put on his pendant, meant for keeping away evil, over the top
of them. It was a simple crystal disk with black ink in a complex design
beneath the crystal. The ribbon for holding it around his neck was blue as well.
Kiba exited his small hut without eating breakfast. He didn’t know how rough
the initiation ritual would be… it might be a better idea not to eat. He
trudged up the hill to where the church stood, its tall gray bricks illuminated
from the golden sunrise, and rang the doorbell.
“Dingalingalingalingaliiiiiiing!” He cried out as he rang it, laughing.
“Hahaha, Master, are you awake!?” He called out. “I, Kiba, wait to be let in!”
The door opened abruptly. “Who goes--!? Oh, it’s you! As early as Itmen’s
glory, as usual!” Itmen’s glory, as Master liked to call it, was the sun.
Master was a tall, frail man, nearing the end of his years. He expected Kiba to
be the next priest after him because of his advanced abilities. He had a circle
tattooed onto his forehead with six lines radiating outward from it at even
intervals, symbolic of the sun.
“Yes! I’m ready for my initiation, Master. I want to be the next priest!”
“Patience, patience, Kiba. You can’t rush these things, you know. Come in. Have
a seat. There are some things I’d like to discuss with you.”
Kiba stepped over the threshold to the church, entering the smoke-filled
cathedral. The scent of incense was thick in the air almost to the point you
could pierce it with an arrow. Master lead Kiba to the back room where there
was a long table filled with food. Lucky, since Kiba had just been second
guessing his choice to skip out on breakfast.
“My boy…” Master began as they begin to have breakfast together. “Times are
tough for us at Trenador. Your initiation will not be easy.”
Kiba nodded, taking a bite of bread and downing it with grape juice. “I’m aware
of that, Master. I did not expect you to simply hand out initiation to me like
a charity.”
“It may be a little more than you have bargained for regardless.”
“What do you mean, Master?”
“You see, Kiba… there comes a time in every man’s life to start a new path… be
the first to do something new.”
“What are you getting at?” Kiba asked, feeling completely out of some loop he
must have missed.
Master sighed and stood up, folding his hands behind his back. His white robes
sweep the ground as he began to pace.
“Your initiation will be the first of its kind, Unenlightened one. You will be
the first to attempt the feat I am about to assign you. There will be many more
after you, and you will remain a hero for your efforts. But please, don’t take
this the wrong way, my pupil. I would never burden you with more than I was
sure you were capable of.”
Kiba felt his heart sink slightly. So he was being given an even tougher
challenge than he had originally thought. Oh well. That wouldn’t stop him from
becoming a priest!
“I’m sure you’re up to what I have in store for you, Kiba.” He sat back down on
the other side of the table with a groan, as his old bones were weak.
“You’ll be going southeast. I’ve been there myself a few times before you were
born. You’ll know the way by a trail I have set out for you. A series of
signposts are waiting to lead you to a campsite I have constructed under the
guidance of Itmen. You are to stay there for a fortnight, eating only what I
have provided you, which is one of the reasons I have set this meal out today,
because it won’t be much.”
“I… see. I understand. The isolation… it’s a test of mind, isn’t it?”
Master gave a curt nod. “Very much so. Youwill be alone, and there will be
danger. One particular danger. Metamor Valley’s curse. The curse that resides
around the Keep of the same name. The effects of which are too abominable to
utter aloud in this holy building. Know that you will be safe from it. Itmen’s
light will shield you from succumbing to its horrors.”
“Then… why must I expose myself if I know my god will protect me?”
“That is the very reason why, Kiba! To put your life into the hands of Itmen.
Let him know that you trust him to keep you safe from even the most powerful
curse!”
Kiba thinks hard for a moment. “So… it really won’t be all that hard, will it?
I’ll be able to try the plants that summon Itmen, won’t I?” Every initiation
ritual involved those plants. It was the first time any new priest or
subordinate was allowed to try them. Non-members of the church were forbidden
from even touching them.
“Indeed. You’ll find some at the camp. But now I must outfit you for your
journey.”
“I thought my robes were what you wanted me to wear, Master.” Said Kiba,
confused.
“Oh, I wasn’t talking about your wardrobe, Kiba. Come.” With a small grunt, he
sat up again and led Kiba to a bookshelf.
“This is my workshop, Kiba. Where I consort with Itmen and use his Glory’s
light to accomplish many otherwise impossible tasks.” He stepped on a loose
cobblestone next to the bookshelf and it slid to the side with a loud
screeching noise that grated on Kiba’s ears. Behind it was a portal to a long
hallway leading into the ground. So he had secrets…
“Come! I’ll lead the way.” Master took a torch from a sconce just inside the
door and put it next to one of the candles that were on the table. A few
moments later it ignited, casting an orange glow on the leftovers of the table.
“Now let’s go.” He proceeded down the tunnel, holding the torch high above his
head. The torch lit several feet ahead of him to let him see his way.
Kiba cautiously followed his master down the tunnel, making sure to watch his
step. He wondered what kind of dark secrets Master must have to have to hide it
behind such a guarded disguise.
When the two finally reached the end of the tunnel, Master placed the torch in
an empty sconce on the inside wall of the room, illuminating a small workshop.
There was a table in the middle with several contraptions. There was a pile of
small lead balls, sawdust, and some very strange glass disks that were thicker
in the middle than they were on the edges. Everything looked bigger when Kiba
looked through them.
Against the wall under a window was another table. Light poured through the
window generously. Apparently the ground had sloped downward with them, because
the roof was only a foot above the earth. Support beams held it up at even
intervals along the walls. Kiba figured they must be somewhere just outside the
village.
On the table that Kiba had just been looking at were what appeared to be steel
clamps that looked like they belonged in a smithy. There were more of those
strange magnifying disks on this table, too. Master was currently rummaging
through a tall closet on the other side of the room.
“Aha!” He exclaimed as he pulled out a short staff with an ornate ball on the
end made of crystal. It was protected by a wooden cage swirling around and
meeting at the top, where there was a golden sun embedded, holding it all
together. The staff itself was slightly knobbed in some places, but the effect
made it look graceful rather than old.
“This, my boy, is for you. It’s meant for channeling your powers. The crystal
at the top, here, will slightly intensify any Lyte you ever wish to use. Not by
much, but it still makes a difference after time.”
Lyte was the power that Itmenites used. It was the natural energy flowing
through the air. It had a different flavor than that of magic because instead
of coming from spirits and one’s own soul, it came from the environment… more
particularly from Itmen’s Glory and the Glory’s children. It was a difficult
thing to learn to use, and it was their secret. Kiba was a Lytemage, a user of
Lyte. When the Glory wasn’t in the sky and there was no fire, they could use
magic, but they preferred to use their god’s gift.
Kiba took the staff and stared at it with wide eyes. His own staff! It was
beautiful… he ran his hand down the side, feeling the wood. It was lightweight
but very strong. It was too short for him to use as a proper staff, being three
feet long, but that wasn’t a problem. It made it easier to wield and aim it at
opposing enemies… though he hoped he wouldn’t have to fight anyone any time
soon. As mentioned earlier… he wasn’t a fighter.
“I love it, Master!” Kiba exclaimed as he held it up to the light for a better
look at its beauty.
“I need it back, Kiba. Itmen still must bless it.”
Kiba handed the staff back to Master, disappointed to have it out of his hands.
Master put it in the smithy clamps and gently tightened them on it, setting up
the magnifying disks above it. As the light passed through the disks it
refracted and hit the staff at a point, concentrating directly on its wood.
“Itmen is gazing upon your instrument, my student. Let him take his time.” He
gestures to a chair in the corner of the room. “Wait there and I shall call you
when it is ready.”
Kiba went to the chair, the wood creaking in protest as he sat down on it. He
put his hands on his knees, bouncing them a little and drumming his fingertips.
It was hard to wait when his initiation journey was so close. Eventually his
mind began to wander to what it would be like being a priest. He saw himself
standing in front of all the people of Trenador, preaching of Itmen’s power and
grace. He would heal and bless all of his neighbors… everyone would look up to
him. Even Itmen himself wou-
“It’s ready!” Master’s voice cut into his thoughts of grandeur. He shook his
head to clear them away and looked to where Master was standing, the staff in
his hands. He saw a thin wisp of smoke come off the staff and dissipate in the
air.
“Come closer, Kiba.” He waved him over with his free hand.
Kiba got off the chair, making it groan loudly again as his weight shifted, and
approached his master. He was handed the staff, which had been polished while
he was daydreaming. How long had it been? It seemed like just a few hours. What
caught his eye was what was written on… no, burned into… the staff itself.
K
I
B
A
His name… the staff really WAS his…
“Master... I cannot thank you enough!” Kiba exclaimed, smiling.
“Complete your initiation, that’s all I ask of you.”
“I will, Master! I will!” Kiba hugged the old man lightly, who chuckled and pat
his back.
“There, there, my boy. You have to go now. May the power of
Itmen guide you to enlightenment! But before you go, take this.” Master reached
into his tunic and withdrew a small red velvet bag with a string tied around
the top.
“This sacred powder will reverse any curses that befall you. If
you fall victim to Metamor’s curse, ingest the contents of this bag. It will
undo its evils and purify your spirit. But I give you this warning.” He pointed
at the bag. “Do not, under ANY circumstances, use this if you do not need it!
Promise me this!” “I promise, Master.” Said Kiba, tucking the
bag into his robes. He gives his teacher one last hug before departing,his mind
full of questions. What could be in that bag that was so dangerous to use if he
wasn’t afflicted with Metamor’s curse? What was Metamor Valley? Or Metamor
Keep, for that matter? Kiba had never heard of any of it… he’d find out in
time, he supposed.
_________________________________________________________________
Chat with Messenger straight from your Hotmail inbox.
http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/hotmail_bl1/hotmail_bl1.aspx?ocid=PID23879::T:WLMTAGL:ON:WL:en-ww:WM_IMHM_4:092009
!DSPAM:4b1ae4fe104422366718218!
_______________________________________________
MKGuild mailing list
[email protected]
http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild
