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AoM wrote:Sanchez gets the win. It was Alexander Mason, or Lord Mogul Blackrock as he preferred to be known towards the end.
Rafaela Cervantes was associated with Alexander Mason, but she started the clan which became known as the nation of Mobilia.
Okay, Sanchez gets to ask the next question. I'm off the hook.
sanchez wrote:Spider, it's yours.
My name is Jerry Hatari. This name may mean nothing to you, and I’m not offended by
that. I just want the story of Sring-sri Island to be heard and known. In that
story, I’m also going to include my own experiences, both in life and in love, so
I’ll ask you to bear with me….
I’m a simple man…. Well, I –was- a simple man when I came to the age of 20. I
simply wanted to spread joy with music. No, I couldn’t sing, but I could create
simple rhythms and beats using my voice and the objects around me…. But I’m getting
off-track. I had simple desires that would… did… make others feel good. Bri Kamaco
was one of those people. Her voice, that of an angel. We made an excellent team…. My
rhythm, her song….
The island of Sring-sri is a dangerous island, in and of itself. Small creatures
with backs as hard as rocks, also known as scarabs, along with other dangerous
animals inhabit the land. Many of the people were very kind, though. Food and
information were given freely. A free society, much like the town of Naron on the
mainland.
Little known to the free people, a team was being forged in the mountains. This
team was known as D.I.G. The Dhung Iron Guard. They had a fortress set up many years
ago. Back when iron could be pulled from the ground with bare hands. They used an
iron fist and a steel blade to take control of the island, herding everyone out of
areas that they wanted to control, and killing or imprisoning any who stood in their
way. I know, because I was one of the many imprisoned. Thrice. Each time they
imprisoned me, they were prepared to simply starve me to death. Bri and I were
together two of the three imprisonments…. Every time, though, a resistance group
came and freed us… As an example to the rest of the island, the groups were mostly
killed. Others fled….
Twice, I was brought near death by DIG’s sabres. Once, the animals nearly took all
of my strength. I fled with Bri, heading to safety. When we finally –did- find a
safe spot, Child of Twilight was there with her boat. She was our saviour… *He
smiles at this point* Child gave us something no one had given us before that point.
A way out. A path to freedom. She helped us to escape. She set us free from the
torments of Sring-sri Island and DIG….
For years, Child, her friend, Bri and myself travelled by boat, searching for land,
until we ran out of food. We were losing hope, starving to death, until we found the
land where Naron lies. Afterwards, the four of us went our separate ways. Bri and I
left, hoping to find a safe place…. A quiet place… A place to call home. We paused
in Lad. Were we to leave, we were told we would be killed. Just like back on
Sring-sri. In Lad… Bri came to have the sleeping sickness. She is dead….
After a time, a plan began to form in my mind. A plan to return to Sring-sri. A
plan to rid the world of DIG and anyone that thought the way they did. Violence is
not how to rule over a people. Violence does no one any good. Ever. I’ve returned to
this island, this island of hell, thanks to the help of the good people of Naron,
such as Director Zany Dane, and Thrud Boarclaw. Moreso thanks to the help of….Rob
Stainton, Pandora, and Wulf. If you wish to rule in this land, know its history. If
you wish to survive in this land, know its animals. If you want to stay on this land
to rule, rule no matter the numbers. Otherwise, with all due respect, king of Dhung,
you do not belong in my home.
... I was actually on that boat to Naron, I think ... or on the boat behind them, but I think it was the same one ...