Post by jazborn on Apr 2, 2008 1:15:38 GMT -5
Jazin ran with the other boys that were kicking a carved wooden ball across the ground. Not for lack of trying, Jazin seemed to get pushed aside or knocked down often. The elders chuckled at the little runt, a few even outright laughed.
But among them were a pair of soft gazing eyes ... taking in the scene before them. Pipe smoke wafted gently by them, yet they did not blink. Both intent and intrigued by the youth upon the field.
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Izaboe was one of seven sisters. Although she was not thought of as the prettiest among them, she was most certainly the youngest and the brightest. Her sisters often picked on her, belittled her, and the likes... whenever she would receive praise for an idea she had come up with, or a poem she had written.
There were a pair of eyes watching this one as well.
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The moment had come when they would choose among the young men to determine which would go on to become Riders. Ah the famous Riders of Rohan. Most every boy dreamed of becoming one, and only a seldom few did not. Those that did not, were put into other professions and uses.
Jazin stood beaming with excitement, as his moment had finally come.
When they had announced all the young men that would begin training soon, Jazin and two others were not called. Jazin bit down hard, trying to fight the tears that were welling up. He would not let them see him cry, so he took a deep breath, arched his back...and applauded those who had been named.
A pair of eyes noticed this, and a smile formed below them.
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Izaboe had grown to see all her sisters married off. She however, was content to stay and care for her father and his business. Her father, of course, prized her intellect and enjoyed having her there.
Strangely though, during her daily chores, she kept getting the feeling that someone or something was watching her. She'd look around, but would never see what the source was. Shrugging it off, the best she could... she continued about her daily activities.
All the while a pair of eyes were watching this youngster. A slow smile appeared beneath them as well.
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It had been years since the old scholarly looking man, with staff in hand, had come into their lives. Still it was a moment both would remember in their own ways. He spoke to Izaboe's father, and to Jazin's parents... requesting that they become apprentices to him. In turn, he promised a nice payment, and ensured a very promising future for them.
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Serving their master for ten years, they have earned their right to be Loremasters.
When Jazin asked, "Master... why did you come to pick me? Even when the Riders of Rohan would not think me worthy?"
To which he received a reply of, "Sometimes, young Jazin, people fail to look at something. I mean truly look at it, and it's worth. When they saw that you were smaller than the other boys ... I saw your wit. When they saw you getting pushed down again and again, I saw that no matter how many times it occurred... You stood back up. You have heart, young Jazin, and many other traits to go along with it. When you were informed that you would not be a Rider of Rohan... You toughed it out, and showed compassion in congratulating the others who were called. It was those things I saw, young Jazin... and is why I have the honor of having you as one of my pupils."
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Although concerned for her father being alone, Izaboe took to her studies with a passion. Always asking questions, always hungry for more to learn. Just as her master had predicted... she took to the way of the Loremaster like a fish to water.
Unfortunately near the end of her apprenticeship, she received news that her father had passed on. The kindly old master stayed with her and spoke at length about life and death. He spoke of how proud her father was, that she had become apprenticed... but mostly, he sat with her and listened.
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"So now where will you go?", Jazin asked Izaboe on their last night in their masters place.
"I believe I will head to Bree. There is a man there, that master spoke about at length. I'd like to see what knowledge he holds, and if my services could be useful there"
Jazin nodded, then fell into deep thought.
"What about you, Jazin? Where will you go?"
Snapping out of it, he managed to half mumble, "I was hoping to go with you."
(Jazin and Izaboe ... Human Loremasters)
But among them were a pair of soft gazing eyes ... taking in the scene before them. Pipe smoke wafted gently by them, yet they did not blink. Both intent and intrigued by the youth upon the field.
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Izaboe was one of seven sisters. Although she was not thought of as the prettiest among them, she was most certainly the youngest and the brightest. Her sisters often picked on her, belittled her, and the likes... whenever she would receive praise for an idea she had come up with, or a poem she had written.
There were a pair of eyes watching this one as well.
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The moment had come when they would choose among the young men to determine which would go on to become Riders. Ah the famous Riders of Rohan. Most every boy dreamed of becoming one, and only a seldom few did not. Those that did not, were put into other professions and uses.
Jazin stood beaming with excitement, as his moment had finally come.
When they had announced all the young men that would begin training soon, Jazin and two others were not called. Jazin bit down hard, trying to fight the tears that were welling up. He would not let them see him cry, so he took a deep breath, arched his back...and applauded those who had been named.
A pair of eyes noticed this, and a smile formed below them.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaboe had grown to see all her sisters married off. She however, was content to stay and care for her father and his business. Her father, of course, prized her intellect and enjoyed having her there.
Strangely though, during her daily chores, she kept getting the feeling that someone or something was watching her. She'd look around, but would never see what the source was. Shrugging it off, the best she could... she continued about her daily activities.
All the while a pair of eyes were watching this youngster. A slow smile appeared beneath them as well.
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It had been years since the old scholarly looking man, with staff in hand, had come into their lives. Still it was a moment both would remember in their own ways. He spoke to Izaboe's father, and to Jazin's parents... requesting that they become apprentices to him. In turn, he promised a nice payment, and ensured a very promising future for them.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Serving their master for ten years, they have earned their right to be Loremasters.
When Jazin asked, "Master... why did you come to pick me? Even when the Riders of Rohan would not think me worthy?"
To which he received a reply of, "Sometimes, young Jazin, people fail to look at something. I mean truly look at it, and it's worth. When they saw that you were smaller than the other boys ... I saw your wit. When they saw you getting pushed down again and again, I saw that no matter how many times it occurred... You stood back up. You have heart, young Jazin, and many other traits to go along with it. When you were informed that you would not be a Rider of Rohan... You toughed it out, and showed compassion in congratulating the others who were called. It was those things I saw, young Jazin... and is why I have the honor of having you as one of my pupils."
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Although concerned for her father being alone, Izaboe took to her studies with a passion. Always asking questions, always hungry for more to learn. Just as her master had predicted... she took to the way of the Loremaster like a fish to water.
Unfortunately near the end of her apprenticeship, she received news that her father had passed on. The kindly old master stayed with her and spoke at length about life and death. He spoke of how proud her father was, that she had become apprenticed... but mostly, he sat with her and listened.
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"So now where will you go?", Jazin asked Izaboe on their last night in their masters place.
"I believe I will head to Bree. There is a man there, that master spoke about at length. I'd like to see what knowledge he holds, and if my services could be useful there"
Jazin nodded, then fell into deep thought.
"What about you, Jazin? Where will you go?"
Snapping out of it, he managed to half mumble, "I was hoping to go with you."
(Jazin and Izaboe ... Human Loremasters)
I'll watch for you both in-game.