This is no Poetry thought Naema, although it was a poetry of a different kind as she wiped the kitin blood off her sword. Huffing and puffing after killing wave after wave of kitins with loyal guildies to server her king, it was a poetry of 'battle'. She knew they didn't all pledge loyalty to him, but she was able to rally support for the overall cause of eradicating the Kitins from her homelands from her guildies. She was thankful of the hours upon hours of kitin killing she went through now which made her muscles lean and limber, able to quickly move and slash kitins for a long period of time. After all, she did not earn the title 'Kitin Mass Murderer' for nothing which she wore proudly. For her it was an honor to serve the Matis. Even her daughter Nemana has become a Matis Vassal although a half Tryker girl. Even though Naema was not a Matis Vassal herself, she felt the loyalty to her guild was satisfaction enough to repay such friends. Even if it sacraficed her fame with her people, and others sought out titles for it.
While walking amongst the trees after the great battle of Knoll of Dissent where they destroyed the Terminator Kitin with other Matis loyals and soldiers, she reflected on rumors the Matis were taking things into their own hands in this Kitin of the deep invasion. No time to wait for the other nations she felt. This is what 'I'm talking about, lets do this!' she thought. She heard rumors Ser Erminantius was making efforts to study this kitin threat further and other nations were trying to either interfere, or trying to learn more about it. She felt proud of her people again even though she could not be at the meetings.
After discussing this with the Matis soldiers in the camp, one blurted out a rumor of a Kipesta killed in a camp far away in the Masters of the Goo camp in the Jungle.
"Kipesta?" another soldier asked? "What does that have to do with anything? Kipestas are killed every day."
"yes, but this one was one they had in a pen, a Kitin of the deep, maybe even infected. You can not trust anyone who experiments with the goo I tell you, especially if they have a Kitin of the deep!
"Nonsense! Nobody knows how to catch a Kitin! Besides, are not Masters of the Goo friendly with the Karavan?"
"Oh, you need to go on vacation more! Of course they know how. Many diggers have complained over a shooki ale about how they were attacked by this tribe, even accusing them of keeping secrets, personally, I'm thankful they are on our side...."
Naema took this to heart, as she though about it, she knew she would find nothing out from the Masters of the Goo. Then a light flashed in her head! She knew working her fame up with the Black Circle was not in vain since she knew they were friends with the Masters of the Goo and would go down and try to find out more from them. (She didn't even think about the Anti-Kamis who were also friends with the Masters of the Goo, because they would be impossible to talk to. They were so Isolationist where they put their camp, and secretive). From the Black Circle she knew she would get a straight answer. The Masters of the Goo even seemed too quiet for her....
Maybe they were keeping a secret....?
"They better not be infecting Kitins of the deep with goo" she thought. That would be a disaster!
She decided to go talk to her friend Be'Marrell Brermen, he was a fellow hunter whom she went way back with in the Grove of Umbra. They had many good times hunting Najabs, and Gingos with, even once took down Maniah together once. Be'Marrell is detatched enough from the Black Circle tribe enough to tell it to her straight she thought, 'I will go ask him what he knows."
She set off to investigate for herself...
While walking amongst the trees after the great battle of Knoll of Dissent where they destroyed the Terminator Kitin with other Matis loyals and soldiers, she reflected on rumors the Matis were taking things into their own hands in this Kitin of the deep invasion. No time to wait for the other nations she felt. This is what 'I'm talking about, lets do this!' she thought. She heard rumors Ser Erminantius was making efforts to study this kitin threat further and other nations were trying to either interfere, or trying to learn more about it. She felt proud of her people again even though she could not be at the meetings.
After discussing this with the Matis soldiers in the camp, one blurted out a rumor of a Kipesta killed in a camp far away in the Masters of the Goo camp in the Jungle.
"Kipesta?" another soldier asked? "What does that have to do with anything? Kipestas are killed every day."
"yes, but this one was one they had in a pen, a Kitin of the deep, maybe even infected. You can not trust anyone who experiments with the goo I tell you, especially if they have a Kitin of the deep!
"Nonsense! Nobody knows how to catch a Kitin! Besides, are not Masters of the Goo friendly with the Karavan?"
"Oh, you need to go on vacation more! Of course they know how. Many diggers have complained over a shooki ale about how they were attacked by this tribe, even accusing them of keeping secrets, personally, I'm thankful they are on our side...."
Naema took this to heart, as she though about it, she knew she would find nothing out from the Masters of the Goo. Then a light flashed in her head! She knew working her fame up with the Black Circle was not in vain since she knew they were friends with the Masters of the Goo and would go down and try to find out more from them. (She didn't even think about the Anti-Kamis who were also friends with the Masters of the Goo, because they would be impossible to talk to. They were so Isolationist where they put their camp, and secretive). From the Black Circle she knew she would get a straight answer. The Masters of the Goo even seemed too quiet for her....
Maybe they were keeping a secret....?
"They better not be infecting Kitins of the deep with goo" she thought. That would be a disaster!
She decided to go talk to her friend Be'Marrell Brermen, he was a fellow hunter whom she went way back with in the Grove of Umbra. They had many good times hunting Najabs, and Gingos with, even once took down Maniah together once. Be'Marrell is detatched enough from the Black Circle tribe enough to tell it to her straight she thought, 'I will go ask him what he knows."
She set off to investigate for herself...