Monday, February 26, 2007

The writings of Reno Gramali - Chapter 1 - the joining of the war band
within these pages, lie the accounts and events of myself, Reno Gramali, the war band of the Algaia, my commrads, the Harna Requain, and more importantly, my friends, that span far and wide across many nations...

the Harna Requain, the Algaia, Estragales... the Know World

Chapter One

the joining of the war band, and the Fare of Norsca

when i joined the war band, i was 41. However, since we men and women of Numenor are decended through many ages of Dunedin, we are blessed and cursed with prolonged life. As such, we have seen many comings and goings. And as such, we would appear younger than we actually are.

quite often, i was mistaken for a young runt who seeked only glory in war. Even amongst some of my kindred, this was considered so. However, my knowlage of the land was known by heart, and such as it was, i wanted to use this knowlage for the benifit of our fair realm, and for our neighboring nations. Even for those we were not so well affiliated with. thus , i became a Ranger for the Harna Requain, for they were the group i was born into.

for those who may not understand, the Algaia were split into many groups, which i will label later in these pages. but for one i will label now, the Ael, a proud and nature lerned race, were in charge of the disicions, and courses our faction made. And in charge of the larger decisions, and the mover of many things in this time, was Overlord Harrt. Befrended by those close to him, and feared by those who sought to oppose him.

After refining my skills, i set out towards Norsca, in the fields of Vangard, where the fare of Norsca, and the hospitality of the Wolfs, a proud peoples, awaited me.

Always i journed on foot, as a way of refining my way around the landscape. often, it was perelous, and full of many dangers, but my skill with ax, longsword, and many weapons in between were highly rated, and often concidered to be most useful in times of dire need. i was however, unlearned in terms of litracy and numracy, and so, as it was, i was subjected to many mistakes in terms of currency and comunication.

As i was travling to Norsca, i lost most of the money i took with me to keep myself alive, and most of the information i recived on my way, often proved to be false, or useless. As i pressed on through wood and field, i found myself cursing those who had hindered my way through they're lying teeth, taking away my money for false trinkets or tales.

I was still, however, able to surrvie on what the land had to offer, but i was in a sore state. It was not untill i was but five days away from Vangard, that i walked on the straight path to my destination. And on that road, i met a familiar face. A face that i would fight alongside for many a day, yet at the time, i had not realised it. He too, was headed towards Norsca, and like i, was also travling alone.

“Max!” i called out to him

“Stay a moment, Max Dennar!”

he and had not met for many a moon, and as such with old and distant friends, the reunion was unexpected, and joyful.

“Reno Gramali! What brings you to these distant lands? Have you come at last to join the war band?”

“Indeed i have, my friend. many months it has been since we last met”

“Indeed, it has been long my friend. Nigh on a year i belive. Yes, too long we have been apart.”

“Whither are you bound, Max?” i asked him in hopeful ernest

“To Vangard, and the fare of Norsca, for the war band are gathered there.”

“Then our paths go together Max. Might we travle together? I may tell you about recent news from Estragales, our home land, and you may tell me about what we may expect when we finally reach Vangard.”

“True as this may be, you seem weiry with much travle, and little food. i have little to spare, and we are still seven day's from here."

"that may have been on the road, by you did not have Reno Gramali with you till now. by my path, we can make it to Vangard in five days. My cuts, short or long don't go wrong. trust me, and i will take you through paths that are seldom troden. all i ask in return is your company, for all who i have delt with these travles have led me astry, and... well..."

"...you still cannot read the words of men, nor understand currency to a degree that could keep you safe, no?"

my heart sank slightly. Max has always been an insperation in terms of wisdom. He was wise, and knew magic. The Harna Requain tend quite often, to disbelive magic. but Max was always open minded. i looked towards Max, leaning against his staff, and the power of his wisdom seemed illumintated round him. i still was no wiser than i last saw him, or so i thought.

"come, Reno. Lead the way. The sooner your knowlage of the land leads us to Vangard, the sooner we can induct you into the warband. Captian Les Le Breous is expecting you"

i looked back at him. he suddenlly made me feel like i was trusted upon. he saw that i too, had become wiser in my own way. soon i would come to learn that put all my trust in my all allaies, and trust their own scorce of wisdam. with renewed vigor, i lead the way through field and forest.

on the road, we encountered little trouble, and as we shared a hipflask of Coniac on the fourth day, as the sun rose above the mountians, the fields of Vangard were mere miles before us.

we reached the fields by mid morning. My skills were worth more than i had realized. we were a day early, and the festival was almost ready to begin.



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