Reaching Far
First Day of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
It is a relief to feel the familiar weight of your sword in your hand even if it had not quite returned as it had been from Inge's hands. There is a faint sheen to the metal ghostly blue by light of sun and eerie green by light of moon. Thankfully it does not seem to have been weakened by her ministration, though the girl makes no bones about her work. "Ikomi is no smith and not for her the forge's flame, once she mended this true, twice maybe too, the third time..." she shrugs looking uncertain and young all at once, and it occurs to you that for all she knows so much of this world that is strange she is yet a child and with a child's eyes she sees you.
"That you can play the smith at all if more than I had any right to hope for," you assure her kindly.
"Thank you, I... prayed for it special since I knew how much the weapons and armor were worth here where there are none to forge them." Her manner changes from one moment to the next from chagrin to cheerful smile, then to something a little quieter. "Do you miss it, you home, your people?"
Part of you wishes to give another reassuring answer, but you cannot be sure how how well that will float by those too-wise eyes, so instead you settle on the truth in the best light you can show it, for indeed the light of summer warms your bones. "Every day, but the future is ahead and not behind and in this world not another and so to that I shall bend all of my strength and all my thoughts."
The looks she gives you is searching still. "The world is very big, you should not try to lift it all at once."
The whole day through you practice the sword with Tom at times alone, at times taking advantage of the tireless skill of the Stout Folk, or as you have found they call themselves the Knikut.
Behind their strength of arms and a stomach that can
almost match Antonio, you encounter a welcoming people, honorable in that they hold no grudges over being taken along on your journey to Lirman given the urgency of it.. and with a wickedly sharp sense of humor. That is how you find one evening that their word for men like yourself and the Anwa has nothing to do with height nor any other physical characteristic.
Isuk can mean 'tiller of the soil' when one is being polite, but the more basic translation would be 'shit sitter' in reference to the reek of cities and towns the world over. Considering the general fragrance of most of the settlements you have set foot in besides forest and plain one cannot say in good conscience that you do not see... or perhaps smell their point.
Pungent linguistics aside you can certainly see how the chance to spar with more opponents than you, opponents who are for the most part more hardy and strong then he is help Tom start to work out new ways of dealing with them, ways that do not involve the tried and tested tactics of getting more men on the task
Tom Retraining 3/10
As you lay down your head to sleep each night though no matter how weary your limbs your mind keeps turning, back to the princess and her troubles, back to monster that had given you a title you still know so little of and most of all back to Inge's words. The world is large indeed and strange and perilous besides. what do you hope to earn of the future.
Besides your bed the rune-carved shield glints in the sparse moonlight.
[] Glory, you will be remembered for your own deeds not some strange chance of your passage and you will bring to this world something akin to the songs you learned in your youth
[] A home to call your own, you will work to gain lordship in this land or another, to have a place where you might light a hearth and in the fullness of time if the fortunes of war are kind lay your bones
[] Good works, you will be true to yourself and to your vows and however long or short your life may be you shall leave the world a better place than you have found it
[] Discovery, this world may be wrought upon the same as the one you are familiar with but it is wrapped in strange garb and you would see as much of it as you can, always learning all you can from voices near and far
[] Write in
OOC: The above are just suggestions, feel free to be as creative and as detailed as you wish with this. While it will not be set in stone this is going to be the foundation of what Roland is currently aspiring to beyond just protecting his men, that is duty, this is desire. not yet edited.