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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 11:55 am
Magic and War
Solo Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750
Prompt
The earthlings were welcoming and open to the ways of Kahikina, willing to trade knowledge for knowledge. In the initial years of relationship development, the people of Kahikina learned about battle and magic. When before a rare few could cast spells, now anyone could learn if taught properly.
Healers, casters, fighters and warriors. All of these new jobs were novel for the trade-based Kahikinans. What an expansion to a world they never knew!
This solo-only prompt is for you to explore how your character deals with the new classes and magic of Tendaji. Do they embrace it? Shun it? Are they interested enough to take on a new class compared to before?
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 11:56 am
"Father, you're back!" Mid-bite, Ahio leaped up from dinner, stuffing the rest of the bite into his mouth before bustling over to the entrance to their home. "How was your journey?" The words came out garbled, spat out around the bite of food he was trying to swallow as he hastened over to his father to help unload the bags of goods slung over his shoulders.
"Thank you, Ahio, it was... eye-opening," his father said tiredly, letting Ahio relieve him of the bags as he slowly sank into a seat. The swim back down from the surface was not easy, even for a strong swimmer like Ahio's father, and the young prentice watched with slight concern as the older Kawena took his rest.
"Eye-opening?" Ahio echoed, sliding down into a seated position beside his father, watching with curious, coral-colored eyes.
"Yes, I learned quite a bit, traded some knowledge for knowledge, as it were. Magic. Magic is something anyone can learn now," his father said after a moment's pause.
"Magic?" Ahio leaned forward excitedly, eyes bright and wide. What a wondrous thing, this magic was. He had never even dreamed of it as a child, knowing how rare magical ability was among their people. But now that the land walkers had come to Kahikina, they had brought with them concepts of battle and magic that the Kawena had never even had to think of before, sheltered as they were down in their comfortable caves.
As his father launched into a explanation of magic as he had heard it from people he had met at the surface, Ahio felt his imagination begin to spin. He knew that species that didn't live in the deep sea didn't glow - and that some people found thsi bioluminesence to be a bit of natural magic in an of itself - but that wasn't at all the same. It wasn't nearly as exciting as being able to conjure spells and summon powerful channels of natural elements in battle.
The people of Kahikina had always been trade-based before the arrival of the land walkers, but the arrival of a battle-hungry people with advanced fighting techniques meant, most likely, that Kahikina would need to adapt as well. As much as the Kawena would want to cling to the old ways, to farm moss in these underground caves and keep to themselves, there was always a chance that peace would not last. They needed fighters just in case.
They needed magic.
Ahio was growing more and more excited about the idea, rising from his seat to dance about energetically as his father continued to explain the concepts of magic. "Just imagine!" Ahio said, knowing he was interrupting and feeling to frantic to avoid it. "Father! Being able to summon the power of nature... Being able to channel Iokaila's strength in battle! It could be me."
He was wide-eyed, face a mask of wonder and endless imagination, thinking about a future Ahio who had the strength of the entire ocean behind him. He would be invincible.
"Careful what you say, Ahio," his father was saying, vaguely, sounding so far away that Ahio could barely even hear him. "This magic, it could be dangerous. The people here may not welcome it, even if we do."
The young prentice felt his bubble of excitement deflate, and he resolved not to let it. Reality might burst it soon enough, but he didn't want to let his father do it so quickly. He wanted to dream, even if it was just for a moment.
"But that's only because they don't understand, father!" he protested, twirling where he stood, trying to expend some of the energy building inside him. He couldn't sit, not when he was thinking about something so big and so important. "If they could see it for what it was... a skill, a defense for our land, they might start to embrace it. It's not some dangerous, foreign thing that we don't understand. It's something we could learn and harness."
Ahio's father nodded. "You might be right, child, but don't ever underestimate how powerful a people's desire to hold on to tradition may be. It would do well to be cautious. That's all I'm saying. It's like swimming in the deep sea - the current is there, even if you can't see it, and you may be swept away if you aren't careful."
Ahio sighed. "Yes, I remember, father," he said reluctantly, letting himself sink back into a seat as the fanciful dreams of being Po'lua's first magic-wielder faded into the back of his mind. He didn't like to think that trading down in the caves was his destiny, even if he might one day step into his father's shoes and begin traveling to the surface for goods that they could bring back down into the caves. He loved his home, and the last thing he wanted was to shun the traditions with which he had been brought up.
But there was so much out there. So much more, apparently, and it was all so exciting. Ahio couldn't help but think that maybe it was all worth thinking about.
wc 855
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