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| Topic Started: Aug 22 2008, 01:07 PM (201 Views) | |
| NRE | Aug 22 2008, 01:07 PM Post #1 |
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Mutso, Principality of Kartli It was a clear a beautiful day, high above on the slopes of the Greater Caucasus mountains where small village of Mutso sat, like it's nearby neighbor of Shatili. Posted Image The two villages shared many things in common with one another. They were both built during the medieval era at a time when Georgians feared the advances of their enemies from the North. They built these fortress villages as outposts but when modern conveniences proved that these sites where unnecessary their people left, moving far inward into the country's interior. Both villages were inaccessible to most accept by foot, leveling these beautiful fortresses untouched by human hands for several years after the last of their people left. An in more recent times they became the home of the Langarri, a nomadic people who for the better half of several decades have continued to pop-up in small bands throughout the Middle East. Many of them came to Georgia from the Holy Land, being of the tribe of Langarri that had settled there near the dead sea. Others came from the North, from the tribe that had once inhabited the coastline of the Caspian. They came to start again, to survive, and to come along with many of the other nomads that had evolved when the Roman Empire fell, leaving many to wonder where they'd go to call home. Ever determined to survive, and peaceful in nature the Langarri scouted the territory of Georgia until finally they found these forgotten and abandon villages and decided to call them home. It was a place where their people could live in peace, free from the strains of the outside world. It was a place where they could concentration, a place where they believe they'd find the purpose of their people, the purpose of their lives. As said, it was a beautiful day in the mountain top village of Mutso. Children were out playing in the streets, men were in their small gardens tilling the earth and making food where there once was none. The women were inside, stitching patches in torn cloths, baking bread and preparing the meals the village as one family would enjoy that night. Even a few herders were out with the love stock and it was there that the discovery was made. The peacefulness of the village was broken as two herdsmen rushed into two with a third body propped up between them. It was a man, of a indeterminable age with his clothes tattered and torn, looking as if he hadn't washed them or his body in days. He wasn't a very heavy man either, with both the herdsmen telling the others that they didn't believe the man had eat in days either. They had found him near a small pound, on one of the most southerns slopes of their trail. They almost missed him as he was laying face first into the ground next to the water. Had they not stopped to allow their livestock time to drink he would have still been left out to the wilderness. They had no idea how long he'd been out there but knew he'd been out cold on the jog back to the village. After laying the man's body on a cot many of the village's eldest men and women came out. The women broke some water and food while the men came out to examine the man. They soon determined that he had just passed out, most likely due in part to him not having eat in sometime. Water was then introduced into him while the women also began to wash his face. Keeping him cool while trying to rehydrate him the elders were excited when the man began to open his eyes. Giving him some space, they waited for him to blink them several times before finally asking him what his name was. Being a people who traveled, the Langarri knew a host of languages and the elder speaking to him repeated the simple question in as many languages as he knew. Finally the man gave a response, in an Asia language the Langarri elder could not quite recognize. "Ganos" the man said, and said it twice before collapsing back into sleep. Edited by NRE, Aug 22 2008, 06:36 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Aug 22 2008, 01:42 PM Post #2 |
Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- :o :o :D :D :evil: They back!! |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Aug 22 2008, 05:28 PM Post #3 |
The Devil's Advocate
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| NRE | Aug 22 2008, 10:38 PM Post #4 |
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It had been a few days since the Herdsmen had brought the stranger into the peaceful town of Mutso and though many still worried over the man who continued in his deep sleep, for the most part the villagers went back to their daily lives. Natela Amiranashvili was a woman in her early 40s, with beautiful dark hair and an ageless face. Though a native Georgian, she left the hustle of Tbilisi for the secrene life among the Langarri a year ago. Though mostly keeping to themselves, Langarri never refused anyone who wished to join their peaceful existence and so she was welcomed with open arms. Known only as Natela, her surname was dropped since by Langarri standards, all were family where by blood or not. It was Natela who offered to take the man in and care for him while he slept. The elders felt there was nothing wrong with the idea and it would give Natela more responsibility among her people. She kept his face clean, and tried to get water into him as much as possible. Today she had left him as she always did, only briefly to get to the town well for more water. Unlike most days though, when she returned he was not in bed. A bit frantic, she began to wonder around her small home, looking for him but could not find him. Finally she looked out the doorway to the terrace. There, the man stood looking out over the valley and mountains in the southern direction. Slowly Natela moved closer to him, hoping not to disturb or frighten him. He seemed so clam, as he stood up right as firm as a mountain glazing over the land deep in thought. Judah...Ammon...Edom...Moab...Egypt.....Babylon, some much has changed.... He never saw Natela approach him and would have never acknowledged her presence if it weren't for her greeting disrupting him as he thought to himself. "I see you must be feeling better" she said standing by him. He turned and looked her over once before he responded. "Yes" he said in a kind and gentle voice "I suppose I have you to thank for my recovery. You have been to kind to me and I hope I may repay you some day" He bowed slightly towards Natela as he turned and face her. "There is no need to thank me" she said. "The herdsmen found you half dead out on the slopes, it was only luck that they found you. No vehicles can make the trek up this far, we of the Langarri are the only ones who pass through these parts. My people help all those who need their help as long as it's within their power to help" "Then I have your people to thank" he said while moving towards Natela. "Tell me can your people spare any food. It has been quite some time since last I ate." "But of course" said Natela as she led him back into the house and to the kitchen table. From some hanging baskets in the kitchen she produced several beautiful fruits and vegetables and laid them across the table. She then got a bowl and wooden utensils for the stranger to use. Placing them all on the table she told him to eat his fill. "Thank you..." the man paused. "I do not believe I know your name" "Natela" she replied, "I am Natela of the Langarri. What is your name?" "I am..." the stranger paused while a puzzled looked came over his face. Natela was thrown back by this as she could not believe someone would not know his own name. He looked as if he knew it would could not quite remember, as if it were something he hadn't used in some time. "MY name is Ganos Desala" he finally said after some time thinking. "It is nice to meet you Ganos Desala." Natela said. "Perhaps you hit your head on some rocks by the pound and it has clouded your memory." "Perhaps" Ganos said, his mouth now full of food. Natela brought him water and watched as he ate.....and ate....and continued to eat for almost an hour. Never before had she seen someone eat so much, it was as if he hadn't eaten his entire life. She almost laughed a few times at the expression that came over him as he ate something new, as if it were the first time he was experiencing the taste and flavor. She saw nothing special in the fruits and vegetables the Langarri grew but struggled the matter off. When Ganos finally had his full, she cleared the table taking the dishes to the kitchen to wash. When she returned, she told Ganos to come with her to the public square. It was getting dark by now and as usual the Langarri would be building a huge fire where everyone could come out, hear the latest news of the town, tell stories and sing songs until it was late into the evening and people would get ready for bed. Giving him some new clothes to change into, donated from one of the herdsmen who found him, they walked to the village square which was in fact a large terrace overlooking the mountains, valley, and river below. When they arrived, the Langarri greeted Ganos as one of their own, telling him how worried their were when he first arrived and how happy they were now that he was awake and moving around. "Natela will take good carry of you" one of the older men said. "She is a good woman, very carrying of others." No one seemed to really noticed or much care that though he had spoken an obscure Asian language when he arrived, he now seemed fluent in their own. When things settled Ganos and Natela found a seat and sat back as the elders of the village went about the daily business. Crops were up which was good, it meant that people could take more than they were usually were allowed. The western section of the fortress was almost completely refurbished which meant, that many people sharing spaces in the village now could look forward to having a space of their own if they wished. When business was adjured, they young people of the group called for a story to be told. Usually it was one of the elders who would get up in front of the group to tell a story, but tonight they turned to Ganos. "You look like a man who has traveled as we have" they told him "perhaps even farther than we. Surely you have some stories to tell and we would be most honored to hear them." Natela told Ganos that he did not have to speak, knowing the trouble he had remembering his own name. Ganos told her it would be ok, and rose to take his place at the head of the group, just in front of the large fire. Taking his seat there he turned the group and introduced himself again. "I do believe I have a few stories to tell..." |
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| NRE | Aug 23 2008, 04:44 PM Post #5 |
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Ganos got comfortable in front of the large group. The night was young but the darkness and silence had long since laid itself over the mountains and valleys surrounding him. Looking over the group he, he then looked down towards the ground. Searching his thoughts for just the right story, Natela out in the crowd was worried that his memory wasn't fully restored, she feared they might be pushing him too much. Finally a soft smile broke over his face as he spoke. "Yes I do believe I have a story or two to tell. I have been and seen many places and many things but I think this story holds true to the lessons it teaches since it is a story that holds true to these mountains. If you're willing to listen then I think only knowledge will you gain." Ganos who was sitting on a pillow at the head of the group rose and in a manner befitting a good story teller of old, he began his tale. "Listen children, to a story that was written long ago, about a kingdom on a mountain and the valley-folk below. On this mountain was a treasure that had been buried deep beneath a stone, and the valley-people who lived below swore they'd have it for their very own." "So one day the people of the valley sent a message up the hill, asking for the buried treasure, swearing it was tons of wealth for which they'd kill for should the mountain people refuse them. An answer came from the kingdom which read, With our brothers we will share all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there." "Now this was not what the valley people wanted to hear and soon the valley cried with anger,they yell Mount your horses! Draw your sword! echoed throughout. An army was raised and they march on the mountain, killing the mountain-people and in doing so they won their just reward." So now the valley people stood beside the treasure, on the mountain which was now dark and red. Pleased with their work they turned the stone and looked beneath it...finding only a message...Peace on Earth was all it said." Ganos went silent for a moment as he looked over the group and saw their reaction to the end of the story. Though peaceful themselves, the Langarri still seemed to be searching themselves and find instances where they themselves made terrible mistakes such as the valley people. Ganos then continued, preaching the moral of the story to the crowd. "So my friends you can go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. You can do it in the name of Heaven, because you could justify it in the end. But there won't be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day, On that bloody morning after....Only one soldier will ride away..." Ganos bowed slightly when he had finished and the square remained silent until finally Natela broke the silent as she began to applaud Ganos for his story. Others followed and soon the entire square echoed with the applause of the Langarri thankful for the story Ganos had to tell. He thanked them for their kindness and then returned to Natela's side. The elders then dismissed the group as it was late and everyone need their rest for the day ahead. When they had returned to Natela's home, she confronted Ganos on his story. "It was a powerful story" she said "but was it really true. I have never heard such a story told before." Ganos looked out the doorway to the terrace and then beyond to the mountains and valley. "Do you know the legend of Mutso?" he asked. "Sure" said Natela who had before her decision to join the Langarri was a historian of Georgia. "Legend has it that the villagers worshiped the Broliskalo Icon of Archangel. They were renowned as fighters and hunters, and considered themselves permanent members of the army of the sacred flags and guardians of fabulous treasury donated to the Icon over the centuries. The legends say the treasury that is still kept in the high mountains around Mutso waiting for the chosen one to come." "Why is it hard to believe" said Ganos as he turned to face her "that those villagers aren't the valley-people of my story. Face with the terrible fact that they killed those who came before them here, they dedicated themselves to salvation, gathering a true treasure in hopes that it would one day amount to the price of the lives lost for their foolish conquest. To be judged by the chosen one who would come?" Natela did not asnwer Ganos' question since although a stretch it was a possibility. Instead Natela ask another question, looking for an answer to something she had noticed when watching Ganos tell his story. "When you told that story" she said " you seemed so sad, as if you had seen something that horrible. Why is that Ganos, what pain do you hide?" Ganos sighed slightly as he turned ago the view outside along the terrace. "It is true" he said quietly with a calm, mournful tone "that I have seen such foolishness before. I had a family once, long ago and to the East. They believed as I had taught them and did as I had instructed them. Yet somewhere, somehow they lost their way along the path I had taught them to take. Eventually they died off, some even went to the extreme of using weapons to try and survive, to bring death to his enemies. He was put down luckily, though not without cost. He brought me great saddens to see this all unfold and took me a long time to come to my decision." Ganos then turned again and went to the cot that had been setup for him when he had first arrived. He sat down on the bed and Natela followed, sitting beside him, in wonder at what decision he had made. "What was this decision Ganos?" she finally asked, hardly about to sit in the suspense of the moment.... Edited by NRE, Aug 26 2008, 07:46 PM.
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| NRE | Aug 29 2008, 02:57 PM Post #6 |
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"To see that they know the truth once again" he said flatly. "It's what I must do, I owe it to them." He turned to Natela with a warm look on his face. "It is late and I am tired, if I may I would like to rest." Natela gave a nod and went to the cabinet and pulled out a blanket. Giving it to Ganos, she wished him a good night's rest and then retired to her small bedroom. On a similar cot as Ganos' she laid her head down and fell asleep. The next morning came quickly as the first rays of light climbed over the mountain tops and into Natela's bedroom window. Washing her face she emerged from her bedroom as she did every morning, ready to join the others in the small gardens for harvest. Entering the common room of her small home she found that Ganos was once again not in bed. Looking to the balcony she found he was not there either. Could he have been a dream? she thought to herself as she went to the kitchen for a small piece of fruit for breakfast. Knowing there was work to do, she left her home and headed towards the village gardens. She passed through the town square and then by the blacksmith's forge where she spotted Ganos. Calling to him she walked over to see what he was doing. "I was worried when I woke and did not find you" she said. "I apologize for my early departure" said Ganos with a smile "but I find that an early start makes the days last longer." Just then the Blacksmith emerged from his hut with a iron pick and a shovel. He grabbed a small backpack and began to pack the tools inside. "This should do you just fine" he said handing it to Ganos "not exactly sure what you're looking for Ganos, but this should help no doubt of that."Natela looked confused as she turned to Ganos "what are you planning Ganos?" Ganos again smiled, thanking the Blacksmith before turning to walk towards the village square. Natela followed and he explained his actions. "I was on a journey when the herdsmen found me" he said "an now with the rest you and your people have provide I can now complete my journey without worry." Natela was still confused and worried of Ganos' safety. "Where does this journey take you Ganos, are you to going to leave us?" Ganos again smiled as he stood near the same spot as he did the night before, telling of the mountain kingdom and valley folk below. Sitting his backpack down he too came to rest on the brick square with his legs crossed. "This is road to my jounrey's end" he said as he closed his eyes and began to drift into a meditative state. Still puzzled Natela continued to question Ganos until she realized that it was too late. He was for all intensive purpose gone, deep in his thoughts. What he was looking forward or where this "road" of his was going to take him she could not tell. Noting that she could do no more and get no more answers out of him, she left for the gardens. Ganos also left, but did so along a different road, the road of his mind.. His thoughts and mind were chaotic as imaged seemed to flood into his mind's eye without warning or order. So many places, people, and ideas it was hard for him to concentrate. He was looking for a memory he had not tried to unlock for quite sometime. It was old memory, perhaps one of his oldest and his journey from where he came to where he ended up, here in Mutso, had cost a lot from him including many of his memories. Still he knew deep down the one he searched for was still there, collecting dust on a shelf deep inside the library of his mind. He walked down the long halls pass hundreds, thousand of books which he could not touch, he could not read. He had come to this place in his mind for one one thought, one memory and it would be the only book he'd be able to understand, to touch, to read. Edited by NRE, Sep 5 2008, 12:39 PM.
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| NRE | Sep 5 2008, 01:51 PM Post #7 |
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"Do you think he's dead?" "Yeah, I mean he hasn't moved in an hour now" "You two are idiots, of course he's not dead. Look at his nose, he's still breathing" Several children had come to watch Ganos as he sat motionless in the village square. When not made to work in the gardens with their parents the children of Mutso spent their time exploring the ancient towers and rooms of this fortified village. Many of the spaces within the village had yet to be utilized by the Langarri so there was still plenty of spaces left to explore. Today however, the children found Ganos to be a much more interesting thing to watch. They were so curious about what he was doing, how he seemed to just sit without motion allowing nothing in the outside world to both him. "I bet we could throw rocks at him and he wouldn't flinch" said one of the children, eager to try out the experiment. "How'd you like it if we threw rocks at you" said another child, a bit bigger than the first. "No we'll get in trouble for sure if we did that. Hey, lets go to the North tower, I think I found a new hallway to explore." The children came to an agreement and left Ganos the way they found him. He himself never knew they were there as he continued to brave the storm of his mind. He was getting closer to the memory he was looking for yet still it was like a violent hurricane of images, sounds, smells, and feelings. So many things happening all at once it would have surely driven a lesser mind insane. Ganos was no small minded individual and stood like a rock against the harsh winds of his memories and thoughts. So many people, places, events; it was hard sometimes to know whether he was traveling in the right direction or not. Still he stood firm in his belief he was looking the right way and continued on. He would not be detour by confusion, he had to find what he was looking for because he knew it was here, just not sure where. Finally however, though it only seemed like minutes in his mind but was in fact hours since he had sat down in the town square, there it was. Like a beacon of light to the ships sailing through a disastrous storm, the memory he had searched for seemed to part the clouds and chaos as he himself drew near. In a instant he knew what he was looking for, where it was he wished to go, how he was to get there. He open his eyes slowly as the light of day filtered into his eyes and they again adjusted themselves. He rose slowly as he looked around to his surroundings. The village square was mostly silent as the towns folk were in the gardens, the children inside the ruins. Though no one was there to here it, the click and clank of the backpack echoed through the streets. |
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| NRE | Sep 7 2008, 08:04 PM Post #8 |
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Natela and the others who had spent their day in the garden were well beat and more than happy to call it a day as the sun hung heavy on the western horizon. The villagers had had a productive day in the gardens, harvesting a good bounty of food. The herdsmen of the field had also seen to a plenty supply of meat as well. It would all be evenly dispersed among the residence according to their needs. Those with more people living under one roof would get more. It was the first time since her decision to live in the Langarri that Natela qualified for more food than the rations she was aloud for herself. The food was taken to the two square where it would be divided among baskets and then given out. After returning home for her basket to find that Ganos was not there, Natela believe he must still be at the square. A good thing she thought, since she would certainly get two baskets of food tonight and would need the help getting them home. She was disappointed however to find that aside from the rest of the villagers now gathering in the square, Ganos was not among them. Scanning the crowd she confirmed this three or four times before she began to look in different directions to find him. Questioning others, she found that no one had seen him nor had seen him leave if indeed he was gone. She was a bit worried as her search was producing nothing but more questions however, she did not alert to anyone that anything was wrong. The fact was she did know if anything was wrong. Perhaps Ganos decided to leave, returning from whence he came? Maybe he had just went somewhere more quiet to think to himself or perhaps catch a calming nap. Her questions were finally answered when one of the children who had watch Ganos as he sat, had notice him finally get up and walk over and into the old chapel. Given that the Langarri did not practice a christian religion or any religion for that matter they had never before needed the use of the building. Though they believed should their numbered ever grow large enough they'd use the building, there was for the time being plenty of other spaces to use that they could respect the building for it's significance and leave it alone. Natela walked over the building and open the large, solid wooden door. It was a simple chapel that had survived the battle with time. It had none of the ornate tapestries or religious relics but the carvings on the walls and the layout of the room told it's story. "Ganos?" said Natela as she entered the room looking around. She got no answer but could hear the sound of an iron pick, being used against stone. Following the sound she found her self descending into the basement/crypt of the chapel. Though dark, she could see the faint light of a torch. Following the light she came around a corner and found Ganos, iron pick in hand, picking away at the stone wall before them. From what she could tell, the wall had had some sort of intricate carvings on it before Ganos began his demolishing work. When she came by his side he did not stop his work but just kept picking at the wall. It wasn't until she spoke that he stopped, out of courtesy, to speak to her. "What are you doing way down here Ganos?" Natela asked him. "There is a room beyond this wall that I wish to enter" he said plainly. "How do you know there is a room there Ganos" she asked. As far as she knew this was the first time Ganos had ever been the Mutso. "You must simply trust me" he said and then went back to picking away at the wall. Knowing she could not help him she went back to the square and took her portion of the harvest home. She prepared a meal for the two of them and after eating her share at home, packed up Ganos' food and returned to the chapel. Again she found him picking away at the wall, farther than he was before but still with no hint of being closer to any room that could be there. Convincing him to stop, they sat together as Ganos ate. She asked him questions about this supposed room but he returned with only vague answers that were more like riddles. When he had finished eating and thanked her, he again returned to the wall. Against Natela left him to his work as she joined the others in the square by the fire. They asked her were Ganos was, she told them he was sorry for not joining them but was busy with some work. When they asked to help she told them that she was sure he wished to do it alone. The evening soon turned to night and everyone went home. Natela returned to Ganos seeing if he wished to finish his work another day. He told her he had to finish tonight and then returned to the wall. She left him at the wall and went home. Retiring to her bedroom she tossed and turned for several hours in bed, worried over Ganos. Finally, about 3 in the morning she returned to the chapel and confronted Ganos. He seemed no closer to the room he spoke of than he was when she first found him. "Come home with me Ganos, you seem no more closer than you were a few hours ago when last we spoke. " she pleaded. Ganos stopped and starred at the wall and then at her. Finally he smiled, "you are probably right" he said and then turned to walk out with her. They both turned and began to walk out of the room when Ganos stopped. Looking at the iron pick in his hand, he then turned and looked back at the wall. Natela grabbed his other arm, tugging for him to come home with her. Moving out of her grasp he raised his pick one last time, and with a mighty heave he lashed out at the wall. With a loud clash that echoed through the hallway and crypt of the chapel the hole Ganos had dug began to crumble and a room finally reveal itself. Natela looked a Ganos with amazement as she returned to his size infront of the hole that was just big enough to put one's head through. "You, you were right" she finally said to Ganos. "I told you" he said "that you could trust me." "What in there?" she asked. "The past, the present" he said "and most importantly, the future." |
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| NRE | Sep 20 2008, 04:25 PM Post #9 |
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The village of Mutso was quiet as the early morning light finally reached over the mountains and filled the valley and cliffs where the village resided. On any other day in any other week the village would be slowly bustling with activity as many would be heading out to the gardens while others out to watch the herds. Today however, everything was silent as houses and hallways, fields and gardens were empty. Only the faint sound of conversations could be hear by anyone trying hard to hear them. Follwoing the sound would take you into the old church, down into the crypt and though the well dug hole and into a vault no one knew existed. Natalia had called everyone out to the site just before dawn as the excitement of the discovered was still fresh. Every man, woman, and child were summoned to the catacomb that had been discovered. Small lanterns in hand the all converged into the large vault as they found Ganos slowly picking through the items inside. The vault was a massive catacomb with the walls covered in hand-made wooden book shelves. Hundreds of thousands of books, scrolls, tablets, and other materials with written words on it seems to be everywhere. Tables, chests, and smaller shelves littered the middle floor of the room, themselves also ramming full with written materials. Some of the villagers began to look around, picking up books, tablets, and scrolls and looking over them only to find that most were written in languages they couldn't understand. The ones that they could read, they were astonished to see the material they were holding in their hands. Finally after moments of silence, the questions finally came out. "What is all this?" one man asked Ganos. "This is a treasure of the mountain people" he said. "A long time ago two tribes inhabited the valley, one who lived here in Mutso and another in the valley below. A treasure was sad to be buried here and when the valley people demanded it of the mountain folk, and the moutain folk told them only that they would share it, the valley folk mounted an army and assaulted the mountain people's village. They found this vault and discovered that the only treasure here was that..." Ganos pointed to the farthest wall from the entrance that he had made. One the wall the langarri could could barely make out in the poor light an inscription from an language they did not know. "Peace on Earth" said Ganos " is what it roughly translates. It was the central belief of the mountain people and their tribal religion. It was a concept that they considered to be their ultimate and priceless treasure. As you can image, when the valley people realized that their greed had lead them to destroy a people they could have learned so much from, they were overwhelmed with grief. They're leaders swore from that day forward that they would honor the mountain people by gathering all the knowledge of the world and storing it here as an offering. It was their hope that through knowledge, future generations would not make the mistake they did. The result was the construction of a library that has some of the worlds oldest written documents from all across the world." "But why find this Ganos" asked natalia "how did you know it was here." "I came here to give this library new light" he said "this library represents the knowledge of the ancient world. It was believed that man who has enlightened his mind, will not follow the roads of greed and hatred an that such a person would not make the same mistakes as the valley people." Ganos walked over to a shelf, looking through the leather backed books that dawned the shelf, he picked up a large book and sat it on a near by table. "Long ago I came here and made my own offering to the library." he said pointing to the book. "It was my life's work that I gave this library in hopes that future generations would read and follow my example." "What is it?" asked Natalia. "It is a manual" he said " a manual to help cultivate the mind, the body, and the soul. Through this book I can lead you to a road of ascension from the lives you lead now, to lives in which you reach true nirvana. To follow this path however, you must be willing to invoke the spirit of the valley people and continue this project that they started. You must be willing to understand that there is no religion higher than truth and you must be willing to follow my three pillars. First, to accept a universal brotherhood of humanity, without distinction of race, creed, sex, caste or color. Second, to encourage the study of Comparative Religion, Philosophy and Science. An third, you must be willing to investigate the unexplained laws of nature and the powers latent in man." "This path is not for everyone" Ganos said. "I taught this path to others once but along their journey they perverted my teachings and lost their way. In doing so it lead to the lose of their lives as well. So I cannot force anyone to follow the path I myself has taken, but I can assure you that if you are willing to take the path and follow the road as I have laid it out, then I can assure you that a enlighten life is at it's end. So, will you follow me to the future?" |
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| NRE | Oct 1 2008, 12:23 PM Post #10 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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A month had pasted since the stranger had entered their village, the man from the east, the man who called himself Ganos Desala. Before his arrival the langarri of Mutso, that sleepy little village in was and still is one of the most remote places of the wold, were continent with their isolation. They worked their gardens, herded their livestock, and kept one another entertained. Now again they would debate scholarly subjects, but for the most part they enjoyed the more mundane conversations. Now however, things were different and it could be seen everywhere in the village. The gardens were still worked, the herds still kept, but what was different was the time away from these chores. Ganos had come to teach and the Langarri were ready to listen. His ideas and his philosophies were well received by the Langarri. His status in the village soared in little time, until the people recognized him as a teacher, an unofficial leader of their people. Under him they would learn much more than they could ever image. They add many knew events to their daily lives, the most obvious was the meditation. Langarri when not at work in the gardens or other work that may be needed in the village could be found in silent places, deep in a meditative state. It was crucial Ganos taught to cultivate the mind as they did the ground. "Meditation" Ganos would say "Cultivates the mind, the body, and the soul; and we must always cultivate the soul." With in a months time many of the techniques and practices that Ganos had given the Langarri was becoming common practice to them. They were also beginning a restoration project of the village, repairing and in many ways restructuring the old village into almost a monastery-like home. "More will come to live as you, the Langarri live" he would tell them "an we must always make fun for those who wish to follow the path of enlightenment." Everything was taking shape, a new society which centered not on the acquisition of wealth but instead on the acquisition of knowledge. They were before, and now more than ever culturally different from the Kartli that still legally held dominion over them. Ganos told Natalia that this could no longer be. The Langarri had to be free if they were to flourish in this new age he had begun for them. Thus he entrusted Natalia with a mission, to travel to Tbilisi and stake the Langarri claim to the Prince and parliament. "He is a just man" Ganos told her as he saw her out of the village "He will listen to the words you speak." Natalia was not as confident as Ganos about the situation. After all he was talking succession from the Kartli, they already had to share Georgia with one state and she doubted they'd be willing to share it with another. |
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