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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 11:38 am
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[2] physical training : canaan vs scyeth [CRP 8 / Entry 23]
[3] the white tower : canaan vs scyeth vs wynn vs rufus [Meta 1 / Entry 24]
[4] on the path : canaan [SRP 4 / Entry 25]
[5] losing yourself : canaan vs micajah [PRP 7 / Entry 26]
[6] the sun and song : canaan vs wynn [PRP 8 / Entry 27]
[7] pork, it's what's for dinner : canaan vs bandersnatch vs boars [QRP / Entry 28]
[8] potential and purpose : canaan vs nathaniel [PRP 9 / Entry 29]
[9] feral : canaan vs banish [QRP / Entry 31]
[10] nothing says summer like barbecue : canaan vs burdock vs bandersnatch and students [ERP 2]
[11] purification : canaan [SRP 5 / Entry 32]
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 11:39 am
Physical Training: Canaan vs Scyeth
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:13 am
The White Tower: Canaan vs Scyeth vs Wynn vs Rufus
Canaan, strong and stocky, could carry a lot of weight. Which was good, because his large pack was quite heavy. While the native didn't need too much to get by, he'd still packed quite a bit. A spare pair of heavy clothing, waterproof matches, several blades of his, a good luck carving, snacks [dried meat, mostly, with some breads and dried fruit], and other 'necessary' items.
He didn't seem effected postively or negatively by the trip, and in truth, he wasn't. It was another change, another event provided to him by life. One he would embark on with an open mind and actions. The cold was not his favorite, but it was also not his enemy.
Canaan would be sure to check in with his friends, to be sure they were prepared.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:14 am
On The Path: Canaan
The Cherokee tell a legend of seven boys. Seven boys that became something more.
When I look at those around me, I cannot help but think of this tale, as my Grandmother told me of it whenever someone attempted to quiet my ambition.
Scyeth, Micajah, Wynn, Alexander, Weiyuan, Nathaniel... Myself.
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Long ago, when the world was new, there were seven boys who used to spend all their time down by the townhouse playing the gatayû'stï game, rolling a stone wheel along the ground and sliding a curved stick after it to strike it. Their mothers scolded, but it did no good, so one day they collected some gatayû'stï stones and boiled them in the pot with the corn for dinner. When the boys came home hungry their mothers dipped out the stones and said, "Since you like the gatayû'stï better than the cornfield, take the stones now for your dinner."
The boys were very angry, and went down to the townhouse, saying, "As our mothers treat us this way, let us go where we shall never trouble them any more." They began to dance, some say it was the Feather Dance and went round and round the townhouse, praying to the spirits to help them. At last their mothers were afraid something was wrong and went out to look for them. They saw the boys still dancing around the townhouse, and as they watched they noticed that their feet were off the earth, and that with every round they rose higher and higher in the air. They ran to get their children, but it was to late, for they were already above the roof of the townhouse, all but one, whose mother managed to pull him down with the gatayû'stï pole, but he struck the ground with such a force that he sank into it and the earth closed over him.
The other six circled higher and higher until they went up to the sky, Where we see them now as the Pleiades, which the Cherokee still call Ani'tsutsã (The Boys). The people grieved long after them, but the mother whose boy had gone into the ground came every morning and every evening to cry over the spot until the earth was damp with tears. At last a little green shoot sprouted up and grew day by day until it became the tall tree that we call now the pine, and the pine is of the same nature as the stars and holds in itself the same bright light.
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The most worrisome thought is that I am no longer sure which of us is the pine. Strong, but forever left behind by his brothers.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:15 am
Losing Yourself : Canaan vs Micajah
Great Spirit Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
u-ne-la-na-hi s-gv-si nv-wa-do-hi-ya-di o-s-da a-yi-li-di ni-ga-di gv-gi-ne-tli-yv-s-di ni-ge-s-sv-na ge-sv-i,
a-le u-tla-ni-gi-da a-quu-da-na-da-di-s-di a-gi-ne-tli-yv-s-di na gv-gi-ne-tli-yv-s-di ge-sv-i,
a-le a-ga-do-hv-ne-s-di a-quu-nv-da yu-li-s-do-si d-u-da-le-hna-v-i.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:16 am
The Sun and Song: Canaan vs Wynn
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:24 am
Pork, It's What's For Dinner: Canaan vs Bandersnatch vs Boars
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:30 am
Potential and Purpose: Canaan vs Nathaniel
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:31 am
Feral: Canaan vs Banish
Quote: --- Straying ---
A note has been tacked up on several of the school's bulletin boards concerning a black, stray cat that has been wandering the grounds! If found, this feline should be promptly brought to Professor Burdock's office!
This quest is designed to be either a SRP or PRP between two students, though only one student may bring the cat to Professor Burdock's office and receive credit.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:33 am
Nothing Says Summer Like Barbecue: Canaan vs Burdock vs Bandersnatch and Students
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 9:20 am
Purification : Canaan
Great Spirit (U-ne-qua), whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to all the world. Hear me;
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Help me to remain calm and strong in the face of all that comes towards me.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others.
Help me find compassion without empathy overwhelming me.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy MYSELF.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.
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Letting out a deep breath, Canaan reached up, the blade he'd received from Professor Bandersnatch in his free hand as he gripped his braid in the other. Inhaling, he sliced through the air, severing the dark strands from his head.
A gift to his relationship with Micajah, and its end. A symbolic cutting of the hair in mourning.
Cane was moving on with his studies and his life.
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