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Se lo nota en la actitud más descansada de los guardias de las ciudades junto al fuego. Se lo ve en la cara sonriente de los niños corriendo alrededor. Se lo nota en los yubos impacientes que dan patadas en el polvo y que se engordan para el invierno. Y se lo ve a muchas otras cosas. ¡Atysmas esta llegando!

¡Ven al nuevo Pueblo de Atysmas de los Lutrykins a las 12h - Quinteth, Floris 11, 2nd AC 2596 (*) para la Velada a los Cuentos de Atysmas! El Narrador Lutrykin acogerá la asamblea. Ven para contarnos un cuento, o sólo para quedarte en la bella reunión de Atysmas escuchando las historias extraordinarias de los otros, mezcla de cuentos y de poemas, divertidos o instructivos dejando pensar. Deja a los habitantes de Atys compartir con tus sueños en una historia atysiana.

Esperaremos con impaciencia que vengas en esta maravillosa velada con nosotros, tu y tus historias favoritas.(**)

(*) [OOC] martes 26 diciembre 2017 20:00:00 UTC (6 años hace) [/OOC]

The torn mask
Tale of Atysmas (2017)

You know that we traditionally wear red and white clothes for Atysmas but do you know why?
This is a story as told to me in the Jungle.

Once upon a time there was a Kwai who had lost faith in the Kamis and had chosen to live among the Matis in the church of Jena. Nevertheless, he had remained very much loved, surrounded by friends from the four nations because he was also very kind, always ready to help his neighbour. His mask reflected his inner serenity, without any mark.
One day our kwai falls asleep, tired, at the corner of a fire in a secluded place in the city of Yrkanis. When he wakes up, he feels a little shaky, not as usual but without being able to say why. Returning to the center of Yrkanis, he senses on him the glances of the homins he meets. He feels it as fear or anger. His mask is pulling him more and more and he looks for a smooth enough surface to be able to examine it. Horror! He falls on his knees and tears flow on his mask, but without erasing the marks that zebra it from one end to the other, red and white scratches, marks of treachery and infamy. In vain, he tries to erase them and, covered with shame, he locks himself in his helmet refusing to remove it whatever the circumstances.
Here he is, wandering on the bark, miserable, locked up in his helmet, unable to feel the sweetness of the wind and the rays of the day star on his mask.
Between you and me, I think that the hardest was still not being able to drink beer in charming company at the bar but well, it is a story about Zorai not tryker.
But in spite of these marks, he remains a good homin and one day he sees himself questioned by a Zoraï at the entrance of the Kitin’s Lair in Almati. She lost a very precious pendant in there and needs help finding it and here they are, facing the dangers of the place side by side. After many fights, they arrive in a secluded and quiet room where changing lights create wonderful drawings on the walls. The show is striking and full of happiness, the pendant is there!
The joy of the Zorai warms the heart of the so sad kwai.
- Ari'kami Kito, you are such a good homin. But why don't you take off your helmet? Nu would like to be able to thank you and engrave your features in my memory.
- Shikyo-ne, kai'bini, don't ask me that.
- But why, the place is quiet and the lights are so beautiful. Please, show me your mask!
Without a word, the kwai tilts his head to remove his helmet and raises his eyes towards the homina. Tears of shame flow over the mask without a sound.
- Oh! The homina's eyes widen and her hand extends towards the mask until she touches the marks.
- Ne, I can't believe it, you are too kind to wear these marks. What happened?
He puts on his helmet and tells his story.
- But you must certainly not hide these marks! exclaims the homina. If you hide them, you're right about whoever did them. If you put them out in the open while remaining yourself, you resist the threat and are stronger than him. Believe me, you're not what those marks would mean.
The way back is calm and just before leaving the Zorai turns to our homin:
- Please, trust me, remove your helmet and walk proudly. I will follow you.
Galvanized by the words of the wise Zorai, the kwai removes the helmet and goes back to the others. The first encounters are difficult but the presence of Zorai reassures and the kindness of the kwai ends up triumphing over the last reticence.
Atysmas is here and the kwai multiplies the good deeds so much so that these red and white marks visible between all are greeted with joy and even hoped for.
For this reason, the homins who do not wear masks have become accustomed to wear red and white on their clothes for the period of Atysmas.

The light of fire
Atysmas tale (2017)

Once upon a time there was a young tryker girl who was happy in her family. Rippie Be' Loppy, that was the name of our tryker girl, had peacefully grown up in the lakes but she had joined a family who believed that hominity was more important than sap or faction. As a result, in her family, she rubbed shoulders with all the saps and opened herself to the treasures of friendship. One day she danced with a zorai, the next day she trained with a matis... Life seemed to go smoothly as so much joy of living filled her house. The head of her house was a tryker too. Rippie loved her leader, whom she considered to be her elder sister. Sometimes she could see her close herself off since she had experienced terrible things, even before the Kitins ravaged the surface of Atys. In those moments, Rippie was always there to help her elder sister and they just had to find their other family members to shoo away the darkness with laughter and joy. Nothing seemed to affect them.

However, little by little, one after the other, the members of the house became rarer and then eventually disappeared because life is so made that nothing is immutable.
One day, Rippie and her elder sister were the only ones left. Rippie tried to keep the joy alive, but sometimes the heart was no longer there and without the laughter of others, it became more and more difficult to keep her sister’s demons away.
This fateful day arrived, when far from Rippie's friendship, the head of the house lost her temper. Harassed, feeling overtaken by her demons, the chief joined the blackest of the blacks, severing bridges with hominity and abandoning the reins of her house.
Rippie felt guilty that she hadn't been there and searched, in vain, for her elder sister for a long time without thinking about taking care of herself. She became a true savage and lost her habit of talking to homins.
Exhausted and inconsolable, Rippie returned to Avendale and made the terrible decision to leave her house, which reminded her too much of how happy they had been.
She wandered for a long time without stopping because in each place the flood of her memories threatened to overwhelm her until, one day, she came upon a crying child.

Once again, she had returned to the lakes, attracted by this sweetness that she aspired, in spite of everything, to regain. There she heard crying, tearful but restrained tears as if the crying homin was afraid to attract attention. She, who had cried so much, could not resist the sobbing and, approaching without making any noise, she discovered hidden in a grove of Bambú, a little girl dressed in rags and tatters. Fearing that she would run away, into one of the cloppers on the beach, Rippie jumped over and grabbed the girl to hug her. The little girl began by struggling with all her strength but, visibly exhausted, she quickly let herself go into Rippie's arms and sobbed more and more until finally she fell asleep.
Rippie stayed there for long hours, waiting for the little girl to wake up.
When she opened her eyes, Rippie smiled at her and opened her mouth to ask her name and what she was doing there, but she hadn't spoken for a long time and all that came out was a croaking noise that made the little girl laugh. Rippie could only squeeze this little body against her while they were both shaken by a tearful laughter. Rippie had found a reason to live.
Rippie and the little girl were going through Atys in all directions. Rippie spoke, taught, showed, the little girl listened, learned and trained. In the evening, they fell asleep under the vaulted sky and the roots of the canopy. If one had grief, the other was there to comfort her. If one was happy, the presence of the other strengthened that joy. The yubos followed them wherever they went. Even the cloppers were hesitant in front of such a good mood.

One Atysmas morning, feeling a presence, Rippie wakes up suddenly and sees in front of her an unknown homina. She looks around for the little one but cannot see her anywhere and she pales. The homina in front of her smiles gently and with a very soft voice tells her:
"Don't look for the little girl anymore, Rippie. You took her under your wing and taught her without asking anything in return. She has fulfilled her destiny. To reward you, I will offer you two things, first you will never forget these moments of happiness and will always be able to draw consolation for going forward, then I will teach you to light campfires in which the images of friendship will shine. Those for whom you will light them, will be appeased from their torments."
The homina rises and offers Rippie a lighter which seems to diffuse a soft glow.
"Take it, Rippie, and sow joy on Atys"
And the homina disappears.

Since then, Rippie has been travelling down the Atys paths. She knows every nook and cranny of it and reveal its beauty for all those who want to make a little way with her. At the end of the day, she lights the campfire and the homins who accompany her believe they hear a child's laughter and see a smile that warms their hearts in the flames.
And one day, one by one, her brothers and sisters will cross the campfires and return to the house…

El poder de la Goo

Un cuento karavanero

¡ Amigos, escuchen mi historia !

En este tiempo, los homins aún no estaban al tanto de los Kamis. Sin embargo, los Kamis existían y se observaban Atys, esperando su momento. Jena todavía era el Kami Supremo.

Así, uno de ellos estaba mirando a los homins. Se instalo discretamente en el centro de un pueblo fyros y había tomado la apariencia de un brocal de pozo. Cada mañana, una joven homina venia sacar un cubo de agua para preparar el primer almuerzo. Fue llamada Ulynarus, y el despertar la ponía de buen humor. Mientras tiraba de la cuerda fijada al cubo, cantaba canciones infantiles, sencillas, con una voz suave y cálida, que le turbó profundamente al kami. El estaba esperando este momento del día, con más y más impaciencia.

Una noche, un joven comerciante ambulante llegó a la aldea. Encantador y todo cubierto por el exotismo de su actividad, engaño fácilmente a la hermosa Ulynarus. Su canto matutino se hizo aún más profundo y feliz.

Durante tres días y tres noches, Ulynarus se quedo al lado de su príncipe, sorda a las advertencias de su séquito, viviendo en un momento de intensa felicidad. Cuando se fue, ella quería seguir con él, pero él, con una palabra asesina, le explicó que no la quería. Él amó la la soledad, y cambiar de homina en cada pueblo. La agradeció por los buenos momentos que pasé en su compañía, asegurándola que se guardaría un imperecedera memoria, se despidió, y se fue sin mirar atrás.

El entusiasmo de Ulynarus se murió. No más canciones en la mañana cuando iba a los pozos. Los amigos y la familia trataron de consolarla, y dijeron que el tiempo arreglara las cosas. Otro homin un día podía llegar a reemplazar este amor perdido. Todos en el pueblo era cierto, soló se tenia que esperar con paciencia.

Pero el kami no sabía nada de eso. Al final de un par de días sin cantar en la mañana, él trató desesperadamente de comprender lo que había sucedido. Escuchando las conversaciones, espiando a la guapa, más que nunca, finalmente comprendió.

Una mañana, el brocal del pozo desapareció. Volando a la velocidad del fuego empujado por el viento, el kami encuentro rápidamente a nuestro comerciante, responsable por el silencio de Ulynarus. Invocó su poder de muerte y lo tiró sobre el pobre homin. Comido desde el interior por la primera manifestación de la Goo, el seductor se volvió loco e incoherente y murió a los pocos días.

Enterándose de eso, Jena entró en un profundo enojo.

"¿Que es eso? Les dejo con grandes responsabilidades, las de cuidar de Atys, y les dí los medios para hacerlo ¿Y con eso, que hacen? En lugar de proteger, destruyen ¡No son dignos de este poder! "

Ella retiró el poder de la muerte a los kamis y lo tiré lejos, al fin de tratar de eso mas tarde. Quería desterrar este pequeño kami, pero él fomentó un revuelta, y tomó el poder. Jena tuvo luego pedir ayuda a la Karavan. Pero todo esto es otra historia.

Sepáis que así nació la Goo, la gran plaga de Atys, y Ma-Duk.

Y, para aquellos que se preguntan qué pasó para Ulynarus, ella se consolaba rápidamente, y tenía una vida feliz en su pueblo, casado con el homin venido para reconstruir el brocal del pozo. Su canto en la mañana resonó por décadas.

Amigos, así se acaba mi historia.