The Labyrinth's Child
Rains did not fall on the face of the first who guarded the KurGei Labyrinth. He did not feel the cold in the winter or the heat of the summer. There was only duty and honor, and his name was Murikesh KurGei, First Son of the Theviar — 1st Age, 13th Moon from scrolls of Elisu The Scribe
Rain fell heavily with each biting, cold drop hitting any flesh that was exposed to the elements. The form that would have towered a head taller than most Humans hunch itself into the thick weight of the cloak and faced away from the wind. Large hands of mottled brown and black were thrust towards the fire.
Enormous, grey stones towered to each side and at the back of the one at the fire. The look of the walls bespoke thousands of years of being out in the elements. Walls guarded no castled but protected the labyrinth and the ancient magic within the heart of it.
The fire the male warmed himself by lay in a basin of stone that had been formed at the time of the Labyrinth walls. Edges of the basin were cracked and center spreading outwards to those edges the stone was blackened from countless fires that had warmed its guardians for centuries.
Guardian was the term the Humans used. Among the Theviar, they were Gatul KurGei, meaning Sons Of KurGei, or KurGei Sons. A single guardian knew himself as G'KurGei. Or he would call a fellow Gatul KurGei by Lorsk, meaning brother. The KurGei Labyrinth was always guarded by no less than six and no more than eight.
The G'KurGei that guarded the Labyrinth has done so since his birth alongside the aged protector that had served before him. And his name was Kelus Teilujok. When his time began within the time worn walls, his horns had barely broken through the skin of his head. But that had been over a fifty years ago. Though he was still considered a child among his race, he was larger than more humanoid males. His towering height and bulk were like his brother guardians.
As the fire burned in the large pit, his brothers paired off to talk among themelves of various things: of better ways of handling a blade, when their age of marrying would come or if they would step outside of the old walls to even see that it happened, and of other things wondered about that went on beyond the holy ground that they walked upon and guarded with their lives.
Kelus released a rumbling breath and stood. The heavy cloak of patchwork leather and layers of coarse furs was thrown about his shoulders to refuse the cold. He did not complain of the weather but of solitude he found even in the small group of brothers. They were as much his kinsman as fellow warriors but he could not speak with them on things beyond weapons and sentrying the Labyrinth.
Black mane warmed his neck and his back between his shoulders. Beneath the weight of the cloak he wore tunic, trousers, mail, boots, bracers, and a belt about his waist that held weapons and leather sacks. The weight of it all would have broken the backs of some races, but he felt as if enough was not with him that night.
He wandered the courses of the ancient maze that had no roof to it and no protection from any sort of weather. The young Theviar moved through each section without looking up, knowing every twist and turn. Every vine creeping up those stones. Each rut in the ground that had been worn from years of many walking it.
The walls were even obscure to the young Theviar, having seen them all of his life until he knew every bit of rubble, slant of stone, or how many hands heigh the walls were in every various section of the magical maze.
Rains did not fall on the face of the first who guarded the KurGei Labyrinth. He did not feel the cold in the winter or the heat of the summer. There was only duty and honor, and his name was Murikesh KurGei, First Son of the Theviar — 1st Age, 13th Moon from scrolls of Elisu The Scribe
Rain fell heavily with each biting, cold drop hitting any flesh that was exposed to the elements. The form that would have towered a head taller than most Humans hunch itself into the thick weight of the cloak and faced away from the wind. Large hands of mottled brown and black were thrust towards the fire.
Enormous, grey stones towered to each side and at the back of the one at the fire. The look of the walls bespoke thousands of years of being out in the elements. Walls guarded no castled but protected the labyrinth and the ancient magic within the heart of it.
The fire the male warmed himself by lay in a basin of stone that had been formed at the time of the Labyrinth walls. Edges of the basin were cracked and center spreading outwards to those edges the stone was blackened from countless fires that had warmed its guardians for centuries.
Guardian was the term the Humans used. Among the Theviar, they were Gatul KurGei, meaning Sons Of KurGei, or KurGei Sons. A single guardian knew himself as G'KurGei. Or he would call a fellow Gatul KurGei by Lorsk, meaning brother. The KurGei Labyrinth was always guarded by no less than six and no more than eight.
The G'KurGei that guarded the Labyrinth has done so since his birth alongside the aged protector that had served before him. And his name was Kelus Teilujok. When his time began within the time worn walls, his horns had barely broken through the skin of his head. But that had been over a fifty years ago. Though he was still considered a child among his race, he was larger than more humanoid males. His towering height and bulk were like his brother guardians.
As the fire burned in the large pit, his brothers paired off to talk among themelves of various things: of better ways of handling a blade, when their age of marrying would come or if they would step outside of the old walls to even see that it happened, and of other things wondered about that went on beyond the holy ground that they walked upon and guarded with their lives.
Kelus released a rumbling breath and stood. The heavy cloak of patchwork leather and layers of coarse furs was thrown about his shoulders to refuse the cold. He did not complain of the weather but of solitude he found even in the small group of brothers. They were as much his kinsman as fellow warriors but he could not speak with them on things beyond weapons and sentrying the Labyrinth.
Black mane warmed his neck and his back between his shoulders. Beneath the weight of the cloak he wore tunic, trousers, mail, boots, bracers, and a belt about his waist that held weapons and leather sacks. The weight of it all would have broken the backs of some races, but he felt as if enough was not with him that night.
He wandered the courses of the ancient maze that had no roof to it and no protection from any sort of weather. The young Theviar moved through each section without looking up, knowing every twist and turn. Every vine creeping up those stones. Each rut in the ground that had been worn from years of many walking it.
The walls were even obscure to the young Theviar, having seen them all of his life until he knew every bit of rubble, slant of stone, or how many hands heigh the walls were in every various section of the magical maze.