While waiting, Inuko Remembers ...
Below the Mountain, now known as Ifrits Cauldron, a small Village sits, neatly arranged below a Lava Rock Overhang. Tonight the usually light and happy Mood is broken by a Ceremony Ancient and Revered.
The Town Square is lit by Torches that glow in a Green Light. All the Huntresses, even the Youngest Ones are assembled in their traditional Red and Black Clothes, even the Male Mithra are there, their Manes covered in GemStones.
The Mass forms a Circle around an Altar, upon which sits a Young Mithra, Alone and in a white Robe. Over the lone Mithra Stands another, carrying an Axe, Face set in Grim Determination. After Hours of Chanting A Priest arrives. Carrying a Brazier, glowing with Coals, holding a Single Stone. "This is The Chieftainesses Stone. Are you Ready to Accept it, barring none of the consequences ?" intonates the Priest, an Elderly Elvaan. The young Mithra in White nods, glancing at the Heavy Axe looming closely. The Elvaan picks up the Stone with some Tongs and nods once more to the youn One on the Altar. He raises the Tongs, and an inhumanly tortured Scream riles the Birds from their Sleep, seconds later.
That Night a Girl sits sobbing in her Hut, holding her Forehead, sometimes wishing the Axe had descended. That Night a
Village celebrates it's Greatest Victory. A Victory over the Forces of Vana'Diel themselves. They Celebrate yet another Year of Living in the Shadow of a Mountain that contained one of the Spirits making up the World they knew.
1 Year later ...
A frightened Goblin sits pinned to the Ground by Axes, staring into the Eyes of a Mithra with an old Scar on her Forehead. He knows this marks the strongest Hunter they Have and most Goblins who stumble into this Particular Tribe never Live to tell the Story behind the Scar.
But short before the Last Stroke falls, her Eyes glaze and the Mithra screams and turns on her Comrades. None of the Kindness and Jest they show towards each other is left now. All there is, is cold and calculated blows with deadly Intent. By now all the Goblin can do to Escape the Whistling Blades now is to Roll Up and Pray. The Furious Fight between the Hunters lasts only a few Moments, until one of the non-scarred ones takes the Leaders Head clean off. The Awkward Angle and the Speed of the Axe ends the Brave Warriors Life also and the last of the Party falls in a Puddle of her own Blood.
The Goblin waits a few more Minutes until he opens his Eyes, and all he sees is Death. Dead and Wounded Mithra lay everywhere. Driven by Curiosity the Goblin searches among the Corpses and finds the Leaders Head. The old Scar was gone, replaced by a shining Gem. Longingly the poor Victim of Fate picks up the treasure and Heads towards Khazam. He hopes to go to a Friend in Jeuno, sell the Gem and become Rich and Fat, making Backpacks for Adventurers who shell out massive amounts of Gil everyday.
What the Goblin doesn't know is that one Week later Ifrit's Cauldron bursts, freeing the Mighty Spirit and burning a Village hidden by Rocks and Plants. And setting the Survivors on a Trek through the Dangerous Jungles. Among them a Hunter called Inuko ...
"Pack, We Hunt !" mumbles Inuko, receiving a sidelong Glance from Jender. As the small Troupe start a Journey towards the Jungles of Yahtor ...
OOC: Ha ! Try this for Plot ! Sorry, Oni but I couldn't resist, I had an Inspiration and needed to put it down somewhere.
