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Jancis · **01-09-2015, 09:47 PM**

"At this time I would ask Sir Aporo, follower of Althyk, to share a story with us all."

Koporo Aporo walks up, carrying a large box slung behind him. "Ahem."

"Now, ya'll 'ave probably noticed the locker on m'back by now. Thas' what carries m'swords. Fer this, I'mma need a certain sword in particular." He unfastens the locker from his back, laying it on the ground and opening it up. Inside is a plethora of pointy, stabby objects. "Now let's see..."

Koporo knees and from of the contents of the locker he fetches a falchion made of steel. In the blade were many notches and scrapes, suggesting the blade had been through quite a lot. "This 'ere is Bleeder, my first sword, an' my first introduction into th'importance o' Time. This is, fer all intents an' purposes, m'story tellin sword."

"Now, 'spite m'young appearance, I'm actually older than a lot o' ya'll. Thirty-six thus far; more than I expected t'live."
"This bein', I were born on the back o' the Dunebeast Great Berimu, as part o' m'Clan's caravan in th'sun-baked Sagoli."

"I were a hunter, th'boy what went out an' killed t'bring food back fer th'Clan. Ne'er an easy job."

"Anyroad, growin up in such an environment, ya'll tend t'git different interpretations o' stories an' lores well-known t'ya fellars native or semi-native t'Eorzea. This were 'specially true when it came t'the Twelve, our gods above who blessed us wit' life, however harsh it were."

"I'd like to regale ya'll wit a tale shared t'me when I were barely able t'kill a buzzard. Bein' that small, not much makes sense t'ya...An' when presented wit' death, ya' need context."

"This is the Tale m'momma told me, o' Althyk an' th'Trader, an th'deal they made what set in place th'Cycle."

Koporo kneels, balancing on his sword. "...Long ago in the early days, th'Twelve created all that were, an upon Althyk's shoulders were placed th'duty o' placatin' life. Althyk were a kind God, an' in his kindness he blessed us with lives what never ended."
"Fer a time, Man as it were called were happy...But as Time marched on, endlessly, things turned sour. They grew despondent, runnin' outta things t'enrich their lives. What were the point? It lasted forever."
"Man became sad, an' placated itself wit' solidarity, drowning in despair."

"Althyk were beside himself. He knew not how to make his subjects happy again, t'appreciate their lives. An' so, he turned t'the wisest among the Twelve, the Traders Nald'Thal."

"He asked of them, what were he t'do, an' after thinkin' fer a moment, the Twins responded. "Make life temporary."

"At first, Althyk was repulsed. Wouldn't Man then spend its days fearing death?" But left with his depressed existence t'watch o'er, he inevitably felt he had no choice. Althyk put in place a grand cycle. What lived would come t'die. An what died would feed the growth o' new life."

"An he watched...An' he waited. An 'fore his eyes, Man awakened from its depravity. With only so much time in th'world, every action, every fleetin' moment held more worth than all th'gold in th'world, an life were as it should've been: cherished."

"This, my momma told me, is why we die. It ain't a punishment fer livin. An it ain't a cruel joke on th'part o' the Gods. It's so we treasure what lives we 'ave."

There was a hush silence in the crowd until a blatant voice called out, "Is this where I clap? I can't tell." "Screw it." and started the clapping. The pilgrims followed in suit, applauding the story.

"That is m'story, thank ya fer listenin' t'an old Dunesfolk." he said with a bow.

Celebration of The Keeper

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