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[Story] Py'rai: A Festival of Lights. [Sanctus]
This First Post is just a Setup Post for the Rest of the Story. There will be plenty of dialogue, character focus and other small adventures.
I am grateful for your presence here, seated by the warm fire as I share with you my reminiscences of youth - a time when I was a more youthful version of myself, immersed in the culture of my people. My name is Nahele Myrunji, and my tale commences much like any other - at home. While it may seem like an ordinary preface with a modest start, it is a testament to the power of beginnings and the richness of our lives experiences.
Nestled within a verdant copse at the fringes of the riverlands on the world of Sanctus, lay the Clan of the My'Runji. Our village, boasting majestic trees of towering heights, bore a distinct mark of natural beauty - the abodes of many among us, carefully integrated within the sprawling foliage to preserve its innate splendor. Though small in number, our community of three to four hundred residents was tightly-knit, a place where every face was familiar and where crossing any of the quaint bridges over the tranquil riverways would inevitably lead to an encounter with someone you had conversed with a mere week ago. The village was built around a network of rivers that flowed from the distant mountains, through the woods and into the riverlands, a lifeline that facilitated both trade and sustenance through fishing and hunting. At the heart of our settlement, stood a towering tree ablaze with the hues of autumn, unlike the other trees that were resplendent in verdant greenery during summer and barren during winter, this mighty tree never lost its colors. The centerpiece of our village, a grand edifice, was built into the very heart of this tree.
Our village boasted a humble school, a repository of ancient texts and manuscripts, and a handful of quaint shops. Among our other public buildings were a hunters hall and a council chamber, presided over by the wise elders who governed our local affairs. Despite being one of the many outlying villages of the Py'rai, we lived in harmony with the natural world, a tranquil haven that exuded a sense of safety and serenity. Yet, the same seclusion that sheltered us also bred a wariness towards the outside world, a trait that was deeply ingrained in our kind. Despite this, I hungered for knowledge of the wider world, devouring books at the village library and immersing myself in tales of the distant lands inhabited by the Velan and the Dunzenkell, much of which had been passed down to me by my parents.
My father, a dignified figure in our community, held the coveted position of Village Leader, occupying the foremost seat in our council. He was a man of great stature, exuding a regal bearing that spoke volumes about his unwavering pride and staunch adherence to our ways. My beloved sister, Tonili Myrunji, on the other hand, had an insatiable appetite for adventure and was often found traversing the wilds, engaging in one-sided conversations with the creatures that crossed her path. Sadly, our mother left us a year ago, and the circumstances of her disappearance remain shrouded in mystery to this day. Nonetheless, it was in this very village that my own story begins.
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