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After his last retreat, ArcTic looks across the Tundra. He knows he will need some aid, but where does he look? Faint footprints are found in the snow. They seem familiar to him somehow. He follows the trail but pauses in dismay. The snow is tainted with red blood. A fight had come to Castor and Pollax, and though ArcTic knew that they would fight valiantly, in the end, here they lie, never to breath again.
ArcTic takes a moment to morn for his lost companions. Then an idea formed in his mind. Nothing short of a miracle would bring these two back, and ArcTic knows that miracles seem to be a chief export of the Spir Tribe.
ArcTic took ahold of his two companions, lifted them, and then proceeded to cross the Tundra in the direction of the massive mountain where he would find the tribe he sought.
As he entered the town, ArcTic was relieved to see that it was in a prosperous state. The town was very clean and construction was seen in several places. Though this tribe has seen several battles, and at times seemed to face extermination, at this point in time, there was growth everywhere.
A couple townspeople ran up as ArcTic entered the gate. They quickly took the corpses and led ArcTic to the shrine. The elder there came up and spoke to ArcTic. He regretted to mention that the time for those two was over, but that does not mean that the spirits of those two were over. The elder mentioned as how those two spirits are just as critical to the well being of the Tundra as ArcTic's. The elder told ArcTic not to weep for the two fallen, but rather celebrate for the life that they will have, a stronger life. The elder told ArcTic to go to the top peak of the mountain and focus his energy, by doing that, ArcTic will see the next manifestation of those two.
ArcTic thanked the elder and started to climb the massive mountian. While climbing, ArcTic could now start to see the Tundra from a new perspective. As he took moment breaks, he would glace across the frozen lands and would remember the battles fought. It seemed trivial now the fights and the victories. The land was peaceful now. As he climbed higher, ArcTic saw where he had serviced the Princess. Funny how that fell apart. While he is a knight, he knows now that he is a knight to himself. He is free and does not need to be of service to anyone anymore. This brings him much peace.
After more moments of reflection, ArcTic found himself at the summit of the mountain. The air up here was thin, but the air was clear. The sun shined brightly on ArcTic's face. Though the sun only gave a faint hint of heat, it's light was most impressive. ArcTic sat down and started to focus his energy. The sun aided him and soon a spark coursed throughout him. Life was now found to be on the Tundra again.
From the ashes of Castor's corpse rose a man. He was formed with a wrench in his hands and a stern expression on his face.
"Always with the mechanics, huh?" the voice of the second person sounded, "That must leave you very empty inside." A sweet, innocent smile grew over the face of the person from Pollax's ashes. A woman that had an aura of patience and empathy walked over and tried to intersect the man's path. "What about the beauty in life? You know, you can get much more out of a thriving garden then you could get out of looking at bricks all day."
The man paused. Apparently the woman didn't understand how he worked. "Creating an structure that keeps people safe is more important than a few flowers."
Just at that moment, the two stopped and looked at the figure that was approaching them. The man tightened his grip on the wrench and took a step forward to stand between the approaching person and the woman next to him.
"And you are?" the man asked in a firm tone of voice.
"Good day. I go by the name ArcTic in these parts. Whom may I ask I'm speaking to?" ArcTic took another step forward extending his hand to the man. The man didn't move but just stiffened his position sizing up ArcTic. The woman now stepped around the man and with a warm smile, took ArcTic's hand and shook it with an impressive amount of grace.
"My name is Min."
"It is nice to meet you Min." ArcTic returned her smile and noticed in her other hand was a trowel. "Do you work with gardens?"
"Oh!" Min replied in shock until she remembered the tool that she carried. "Yes. I am a gardener. When a garden is in full bloom, there is magic in the air!" Her smile seemed to brightened with the thought of the healthy garden.
"I am afraid to dissappoint," ArcTic started, "but the land here is frozen most year round."
"Well then," she started, her smile never failing, "we will have to work on that, now won't we. There has to be somewhere here that isn't frozen all the time."
"Well," ArcTic started trying to think, "I suppose that the one tribe that is in the more temprate zone would be the Emo tribe."
"Perfect!" she replied, her eyes lighting up, "I will have to start there. You know, if you have a bright enough garden, it will light up the land and spred until the whole land flourishes!"
ArcTic let out a laugh. "I look forward to seeing that, but I must say that you are in for a fight if you want this land to grow anything."
"I accept that challenge."
ArcTic just laughed warmly a bit more and then turned to the man. "I don't think I've gotten your name."
"That's because," the man started, his voice not near as warm and friendly as Min's, "I haven't given it and I don't really trust you enough to let you know what I'm called."
ArcTic taken back with the man's frankness, but a smile still remained on ArcTic's face. "Fair enough," ArcTic started, "What name can I address you by then?"
"Dee will do."
"Alright Dee. It is an honor to meet you. May I enquire as to why you keep such a tight hold on that wrench?"
"Well," Dee started gruffly, "that's becuase wrenches fix stuff."
"Am I able to assume that you are a mechanic then?"
"You might be able to."
"Do you have a home yet?"
Dee paused.
ArcTic reading into his pause started, "Might I suggest you set out for the Men tribe. It is the capitol of this land and has a great training and use for a man of your talents."
Dee took a moment before replying simply, "Thanks."
"Glad to be of help."
ArcTic walked the two to the gates of the Spir tribe wishing them the best of luck on their travels and to seek him out if they need any help. They left and ArcTic felt a bit of comfort having met those two. He can senses their strengths and knows that the Tundra is a bit safer tonight. As the sun goes down, ArcTic feels that the upcoming fight won't be as tough with those two now aiding him.
ArcTic takes a moment to morn for his lost companions. Then an idea formed in his mind. Nothing short of a miracle would bring these two back, and ArcTic knows that miracles seem to be a chief export of the Spir Tribe.
ArcTic took ahold of his two companions, lifted them, and then proceeded to cross the Tundra in the direction of the massive mountain where he would find the tribe he sought.
As he entered the town, ArcTic was relieved to see that it was in a prosperous state. The town was very clean and construction was seen in several places. Though this tribe has seen several battles, and at times seemed to face extermination, at this point in time, there was growth everywhere.
A couple townspeople ran up as ArcTic entered the gate. They quickly took the corpses and led ArcTic to the shrine. The elder there came up and spoke to ArcTic. He regretted to mention that the time for those two was over, but that does not mean that the spirits of those two were over. The elder mentioned as how those two spirits are just as critical to the well being of the Tundra as ArcTic's. The elder told ArcTic not to weep for the two fallen, but rather celebrate for the life that they will have, a stronger life. The elder told ArcTic to go to the top peak of the mountain and focus his energy, by doing that, ArcTic will see the next manifestation of those two.
ArcTic thanked the elder and started to climb the massive mountian. While climbing, ArcTic could now start to see the Tundra from a new perspective. As he took moment breaks, he would glace across the frozen lands and would remember the battles fought. It seemed trivial now the fights and the victories. The land was peaceful now. As he climbed higher, ArcTic saw where he had serviced the Princess. Funny how that fell apart. While he is a knight, he knows now that he is a knight to himself. He is free and does not need to be of service to anyone anymore. This brings him much peace.
After more moments of reflection, ArcTic found himself at the summit of the mountain. The air up here was thin, but the air was clear. The sun shined brightly on ArcTic's face. Though the sun only gave a faint hint of heat, it's light was most impressive. ArcTic sat down and started to focus his energy. The sun aided him and soon a spark coursed throughout him. Life was now found to be on the Tundra again.
From the ashes of Castor's corpse rose a man. He was formed with a wrench in his hands and a stern expression on his face.
"Always with the mechanics, huh?" the voice of the second person sounded, "That must leave you very empty inside." A sweet, innocent smile grew over the face of the person from Pollax's ashes. A woman that had an aura of patience and empathy walked over and tried to intersect the man's path. "What about the beauty in life? You know, you can get much more out of a thriving garden then you could get out of looking at bricks all day."
The man paused. Apparently the woman didn't understand how he worked. "Creating an structure that keeps people safe is more important than a few flowers."
Just at that moment, the two stopped and looked at the figure that was approaching them. The man tightened his grip on the wrench and took a step forward to stand between the approaching person and the woman next to him.
"And you are?" the man asked in a firm tone of voice.
"Good day. I go by the name ArcTic in these parts. Whom may I ask I'm speaking to?" ArcTic took another step forward extending his hand to the man. The man didn't move but just stiffened his position sizing up ArcTic. The woman now stepped around the man and with a warm smile, took ArcTic's hand and shook it with an impressive amount of grace.
"My name is Min."
"It is nice to meet you Min." ArcTic returned her smile and noticed in her other hand was a trowel. "Do you work with gardens?"
"Oh!" Min replied in shock until she remembered the tool that she carried. "Yes. I am a gardener. When a garden is in full bloom, there is magic in the air!" Her smile seemed to brightened with the thought of the healthy garden.
"I am afraid to dissappoint," ArcTic started, "but the land here is frozen most year round."
"Well then," she started, her smile never failing, "we will have to work on that, now won't we. There has to be somewhere here that isn't frozen all the time."
"Well," ArcTic started trying to think, "I suppose that the one tribe that is in the more temprate zone would be the Emo tribe."
"Perfect!" she replied, her eyes lighting up, "I will have to start there. You know, if you have a bright enough garden, it will light up the land and spred until the whole land flourishes!"
ArcTic let out a laugh. "I look forward to seeing that, but I must say that you are in for a fight if you want this land to grow anything."
"I accept that challenge."
ArcTic just laughed warmly a bit more and then turned to the man. "I don't think I've gotten your name."
"That's because," the man started, his voice not near as warm and friendly as Min's, "I haven't given it and I don't really trust you enough to let you know what I'm called."
ArcTic taken back with the man's frankness, but a smile still remained on ArcTic's face. "Fair enough," ArcTic started, "What name can I address you by then?"
"Dee will do."
"Alright Dee. It is an honor to meet you. May I enquire as to why you keep such a tight hold on that wrench?"
"Well," Dee started gruffly, "that's becuase wrenches fix stuff."
"Am I able to assume that you are a mechanic then?"
"You might be able to."
"Do you have a home yet?"
Dee paused.
ArcTic reading into his pause started, "Might I suggest you set out for the Men tribe. It is the capitol of this land and has a great training and use for a man of your talents."
Dee took a moment before replying simply, "Thanks."
"Glad to be of help."
ArcTic walked the two to the gates of the Spir tribe wishing them the best of luck on their travels and to seek him out if they need any help. They left and ArcTic felt a bit of comfort having met those two. He can senses their strengths and knows that the Tundra is a bit safer tonight. As the sun goes down, ArcTic feels that the upcoming fight won't be as tough with those two now aiding him.