to my usual readers: The following short story takes place in the world created by White Wolf "Exalted". Who does not know this incredible story this is largely not understood. I rejoice over, however, any comment, even in relation to grammar etc. So, have fun ^ __ ^ And again at least a blog entry!
-The Garou
"You should not always treat me with such wonderful tea, old friend." Mnemon Asaru looked with his gray eyes in the bright green Eyes of his opponent. Asaru had made himself comfortable on the roomy bed, and watched his good mate for a while.
"You should be careful who you anyway you think a friend, Iko" said Asaru, and ran his hand quickly over his head shaved. He then turned his short-sleeved Uwagi that it was much too large. Asaru would have long since attracted other clothing, if he possessed for what. The life of a monk of the Order of the Pure was a challenge, but it would not do Asaru entirely different. But really it did not matter whether he is now held by the laws of the pure doctrine or not, he already broke the highest law of all: do not operate with an anathema. And no matter what a good-hearted man Iko, no matter how good targets, he used his charisma, Iko was a threat to the empire, just because one of the highest gods called him to a higher purpose. It may have been like that would have led long ago, the servant of God, on the case almost throughout the world, but why give the son the blame for the deeds of his father? Asaru was already so wise, this opinion is not in the presence of his monks, or even to speak of his mother. He did not immediately welcome the next morning the ax.
"I know who I can trust and who not to, Asaru. But I'm not here just to chat, and you know that "Ikos look was no longer calm, but challenging. Yes, Asaru knew why they had taken in the dirtiest, most scales of the rich trading city of Nexus. It reduced the chance that servants of the kingdom they would get here. Asaru afraid this is not his head in an emergency he could tell the judges, nor that it was part of his plan to provide to the anathema. But no matter how talented Iko and his two Katanas, the "streamlined" may be, against an army of highly trained dragonblooded he could not exist alone. Carefully handle the monk in his little leather bag that was next to his straw hat on the couch. He took out a small package. In size could not be difficult, however, had the young monk is clearly an effort to reach it with one hand on the table, in the hands of Iko. This clearly seemed to have no trouble keeping it in one hand, and even to throw up and down. Iko pushed his glasses off his nose to nose, and examined the package. He pushed the linen cloth that wrapped the content a bit to the side, and reflected in his glasses is a greenish glow.
"You know, Asaru that you will support the one with luck Anathema get a life sentence? Most will but ... "
" ... executed. I know. But I have heard of the project of your circle. You guys really set up what in helicopters! A city open to anyone who feels violated! My common sense obliged me almost to support such a project. "Asaru got for a brief moment a glow in his eyes, which even surprised Iko. Quickly gained back the monk. Showing emotions reveals the way to weaknesses, "he said softly to himself
" It's good to know that there are dragonblooded who think only of their own power and that of their family. Mnemon Asaru, I thank you for this. Come in two days to the eastern city gate, and look under the stone with the cow on it. There you can find your payment "Iko said as he put the package in his backpack and slowly got up from his seat cushion.
"I.. I do not need payment, Ikony" Asaru could not pronounce that name on. The view from Iko was indeed filled only for a brief moment of hate and pain, but this moment was just when the eyes of the two crossed paths. Iko turned around, and strapped to his backpack. His sword slapped up against the short side, but then hung back silently to his belt. It was still at the table, because Asaru was always shocked. How could he be so stupid and address Iko so!
"forget this name, Asaru. I am no longer the child of Cathak Myrmon, and you should know ... "Ikos voice was monotone, free of any feelings. But the young travelers Asaru knew for far too long. He knew what he had to pay attention to emotional state Ikos interpreted: his hands. They trembled, and she had to Iko clench into fists to keep them calm.
"Sorry, friend. I ... I should have known better. "Iko quietly walked the room, but as he opened the door of the private room of this pub, he turned around shortly.
"We had it all better should know. Long ago, long time. But I've made my choice and regret it for a second. "He waits briefly, and then continues.
"You know where to find me, Mnemon Asaru. You are welcome to the pearl of the south ... "With these words he strode from the room out, and joined shortly thereafter, the door behind him.
Now it was quiet in the room. Far too quiet. Asaru lowered his head to the ground. You have nothing to regret, he thought. No, Iko, you've made the bold choice. You fight for everything to the you think. Suddenly Asaru felt so weak. Yes, he had muscles, but for what he used them? Not for such strong Objectives, such as the former Cathak Ikonymon would use it. Asaru puts his head in his hands. The silence embraces him, and in her arms, he lets the tears flow ...
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