Adventure 1: Journeywoman, Page 23
"Sadly, we're only here overnight," says Anne to the young monk, "If we were here longer, I'd see how many rungs I could climb up your ladder before our departure"
Narakhan, the monk, takes in a deep breath, his tail swishing in annoyance, "Miss. The Open Path isn't some trick that you can pick up over a few days like sport or some other game. The Open Path demands a lifetime commitment. Trakstar isn't a mere skill, it's a complete life philosophy."
Anne exchanges a glance with Bryn, "Well, I spent my childhood learning how to hone my body in combat arts, as well as honing my mind learning the fundamentals of archaic concepts from across the world." she shrugs, "I don't see why this particular archaic concept would be any different. Once I've been taught the basics, I'm sure that I'm smart enough to get the rest on my own."
Narakhan's ears begin to tent backwards, and he crosses his arms, "Miss, I remind you that you are a
guest here."
Anne rolls her eyes at this over reaction.
"I understand, and I thank you, this has been very educational."
"Miss. The Open path is a holistic way of engaging with the world.
Bryn leans close to Anne, covering her lips with a hand, "I bet he's just repeating something his masters told him." she says, barely audible.
Bryn squares her shoulders and turns to face the monk with a mischievous newborn grin on her face, "Well, I believe that in the past, such beliefs were absolutely necessary."
"Thank you" the young man says, nodding graciously.
Anne almost feels bad for the monk.
"But in an era of enlightened inquiry, as we've begun to experiment to find out what the underlying truths are, we no longer need to submit to totalizing philosophical systems as a way of learning skills."
The monk now crosses his arms too.
Anne can't help but grin. Bryn is relentlessly cheerful, she never holds a grudge, and she hates causing conflict… But she loves a good debate. It's her favourite way of determining the truth. The poor Trakstar monk has walked into a battelief he wasn't prepared for.
"That may be the quick and skilless way to do things. To parcel up truth into small pieces understandable to closed minds. But I believe that truth is a single holistic path. And in my case I follow the Open Path as first marked by Saint Irad."
"That may work for an overarching philosophy of the world." Bryn gestures at Anne, "My friend here is a follower of the Lady of Rivers. They have a religious philosophy on how to live a full life."
Anne raises a hand in casual greeting.
Bryn continues, "But in my education, in my field, we've broken with traditional bindings in order to uncover the underlying mechanics of our field." she says proudly.
"So we should simply discard traditions that have worked for centuries? Built the very building we are standing in?"
"Well-" begins Bryn, setting up a verbal counter as the conversation continues, "People used to have all kinds of strange beliefs about corpses. But once the Circle of Fingers stripped away your so-called 'holistic aspects,' we Osteomancers were able to divorce ourselves from Necromancy, and discover that Osteomancy works on a purely mechanical level. There is nothing spiritual about the discipline at all. It's just bones, accumulated life force, and a osteomancer's tools"
Anne sits back and watches the debate. Quite literally as she drops onto one of the (surprisingly comfortable!) mats that cover the Shrine's floors and leans back, arms outstretched behind her, to watch Bryn and Narakhan's worldviews clash.
Every now and then Anne looks away and notices that the shadows have crept a little farther across the floor.
As the two other young adults argue Anne launches a word in edgewise from the floor. Usually in defence of Bryn's points, but almost as often agreeing with the monk's desire to maintain traditional knowledge. (Never let it be said that Anne didn't have her own views to defend.)
Narakhan suddenly goes still mid-sentence as another monk, much older, enters the main hall from a side room.
"I trust that all is well Brother Narakhan?" Says a powerfully built Harakai man with tightly grouped flowing golden birthmarks as he takes in the tableau before him -Bryn and Narakhan standing opposite each other with arms crossed and Anne watching looking on relaxed from the floor- and gives a half bow to Anne and Bryn, "Honoured Guests."
"Oh, everything's great!" Bryn says cheerfully, any stridency from the debate instantly dropped, "Brother Narakhan's been an excellent guide. We've learned so much!" she gushes, apparently entirely genuine, "It's been a delightful visit!"
Anne tunks her legs under her and hops up with a quick bounce, "Hey! Brother Narakhan's been great. He's been very patient with us." Anne exchanges a look with Bryn, and the Aramvolk girl nods, "But we should probably be heading out."
Narakhan gives a half bow to Anne and Bryn and the two return it bemusedly.
The two exit the shrine, and Anne breaks into a wide grin, "Well I had fun."
"Ahhh!" sighs Bryn with a wide smile, "If I get to do this at every place we stop, this'll be a good trip. We'll learn so much!"
Anne returns the smile, "Don't tell Tarn," Anne drops her voice conspiratorially, "but he could get away with paying me much less due to days like this."
"Don't tell me what, kids?" Comes a familiar voice from nearby.
"Oh!" Anne jumps and reorients herself, Tarn has apparently set up his stall in the square so that she exited the Shrine with her back to the centuaroid man, "Nothing, just that they offered to pay us waaaay more than you do if we stay to teach them our ways."
"Monks like this don't have any money kids." Tarn says, waving the two over, "You know what they say, 'Beware monks in stone houses.' and all that."
"I've never heard that"
"You're young yet kid."
Anne rolls her eyes and hops up onto one of the boxes sitting next to Tarn, "How's business old man?"
"Not bad, we're still on track to leave tomorrow."
Anne's eyes sparkle, "That's exciting, I've always wanted to see the-"
[ ] "-Dominate"
Tarn's route is through a northern pass into the Azenian Dominate. While the tolls are considerable, these Azenian Provinces are well patrolled by Azen's disciplined soldiers and the roads between orderly cities are suspiciously well maintained by the Dominate's household nobles.
Once clear of the mountains, Tarn plans to take an overland route through the Dominate's mountainous easternmost provinces to a trade city at the edge of the steppes.
[ ] "-Wildwinds"
"Tarn's route is through an eastern pass into the Territory of the Wildwinds. There are no taxes, but the caravan will need to comply with the Children of Ibyllia, whose requests on behalf of the spirits can often be arbitrary. But the Territories are safe if one doesn't disobey.
Tarn plans to take a path through the northern territories to a trade city on the edge of the steppes.
[ ] "-Open Lands"
A strip of unclaimed mountains and hills between the Dominate, Federation, and Territories that act as an unclaimed buffer between the three rival governments. No government enforces tolls or demands, but roads are more dangerous and lands wilder outside the scattered villages.
Tarn believes the caravan will shave weeks off their trip by taking a direct northeast route towards a trade city on the edge of the steppes.
This vote is for the next leg of the journey.
A write-in will be 70 words and will replace the "Open Lands" vote as what occupies the unclaimed territory between the three local powers.
I would be looking for what minor nation occupies the space between the three rivals, and why they have maintained their independence.