Post by kanoinazuma17 on May 26, 2010 20:22:50 GMT -5
Like one who had big dreams, so he left in his odyssey , hoping and dreaming like never before. Kano's motive was peace. He wanted nothing more and nothing less. He knew he was just a human, but he understood his fears, his hopes, his dreams, his pain, his joy and his sorrow. All of these emotions mixed together as he walked. His village had been burned to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes and smoke and charred wood and stone in its place. Allready grass had begun to come up through the stone pavement that ran through the city like a river through a forest. He was sad that he had to leave the home he once had, and he was angry at the empire for destroying everything he had. However, he no longer felt burdened. Kano had nothing left but himself, and he knew that there would be few people of whom he would be able to trust.
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Weeks passed and he drew closer to his goal, the land of Surda, the place he could call home and to finally be at peace. But something drew him there, something feeling of hope, as if his own destiny called him to the land of the Varden. His hate was great for the Empire, but he knew they had orders like any other soldiers, and so Kano focused his hatred into his efforts for peace, working his way to his final destination in hopes of being able to be of use to the Varden in any way he could.
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Day draged into another day until finally he had reached the walls of the Surdan capital, Aberon. Something felt odd to him, as if he was in a dream. Kano had never dreamt of coming so far from home. When he was young nomadic traders came through on occasion, but that was it, nothing special. He had never dreamt of coming to a foreign land to see all the diversity amongst him. As he walked through the city, his eyes wandered, seeing the faces of various people, those civilians who just wanted to live normal lives... and he remembered his purpose for coming to the Varden. He needed to help them restore peace. This compulsion had lead him here to this land. He headed immediately to Borromeo castle and walked through the halls, as if in a trance, being led down the halls until he was stopped by guards.
"State your purpose." The guard said standing in the way.
Kano looked up, smiling calmly. "I seek to aid the Varden however I might." He replied, looking him directly in the eye, sapphire blue eyes calm, yet haunting.
The guards then led him to the door, where they made him swear his loyalty to the Varden in the ancient language. He swore he would, and he did. As he was led inside, he saw the eggs and his eyes widened, knowing then what he needed to do, as he approached, he felt something odd, like a tingling in the back of his neck. The power emanating from this room was great. He brushed his hand over them and waited... As he waited his memories flashed through his mind. The joy of having friends, the countless hours spent in the forge, the time he spent by the edge of the town watching the desert, and then the darker memories... His parent's murder by the Empire and then the soldiers sacking and burning the town. He winced, not wanting to remember it, but he knew that was the reason for his joining... he knew it...
It had been some months since joining the Varden, and he had returned from Feinster to bring his trade to the Varden. It was his revolutionary new forging techniques that would eventually change the tide of this war of attrition. For sure there was much to be done, but he felt drawn to Aberon like a fly was drawn to honey. He could not keep himself away for long. Twice a year he was to make a journey to the great city, but this was his first stop at the egg chamber.
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Weeks passed and he drew closer to his goal, the land of Surda, the place he could call home and to finally be at peace. But something drew him there, something feeling of hope, as if his own destiny called him to the land of the Varden. His hate was great for the Empire, but he knew they had orders like any other soldiers, and so Kano focused his hatred into his efforts for peace, working his way to his final destination in hopes of being able to be of use to the Varden in any way he could.
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Day draged into another day until finally he had reached the walls of the Surdan capital, Aberon. Something felt odd to him, as if he was in a dream. Kano had never dreamt of coming so far from home. When he was young nomadic traders came through on occasion, but that was it, nothing special. He had never dreamt of coming to a foreign land to see all the diversity amongst him. As he walked through the city, his eyes wandered, seeing the faces of various people, those civilians who just wanted to live normal lives... and he remembered his purpose for coming to the Varden. He needed to help them restore peace. This compulsion had lead him here to this land. He headed immediately to Borromeo castle and walked through the halls, as if in a trance, being led down the halls until he was stopped by guards.
"State your purpose." The guard said standing in the way.
Kano looked up, smiling calmly. "I seek to aid the Varden however I might." He replied, looking him directly in the eye, sapphire blue eyes calm, yet haunting.
The guards then led him to the door, where they made him swear his loyalty to the Varden in the ancient language. He swore he would, and he did. As he was led inside, he saw the eggs and his eyes widened, knowing then what he needed to do, as he approached, he felt something odd, like a tingling in the back of his neck. The power emanating from this room was great. He brushed his hand over them and waited... As he waited his memories flashed through his mind. The joy of having friends, the countless hours spent in the forge, the time he spent by the edge of the town watching the desert, and then the darker memories... His parent's murder by the Empire and then the soldiers sacking and burning the town. He winced, not wanting to remember it, but he knew that was the reason for his joining... he knew it...
It had been some months since joining the Varden, and he had returned from Feinster to bring his trade to the Varden. It was his revolutionary new forging techniques that would eventually change the tide of this war of attrition. For sure there was much to be done, but he felt drawn to Aberon like a fly was drawn to honey. He could not keep himself away for long. Twice a year he was to make a journey to the great city, but this was his first stop at the egg chamber.