Prompt:
The past five years have continued to meld and mesh the lands of Tendaji. Where once tribes kept to their own lands, many were now seeing their colorful neighbors on a regular basis. While the cultures still stand, a welcoming sense of curiosity and openness has resulted in a peace across the entire region.

What have you done these past five years? Have you explored? Have you welcomed others? What has your story been and how have you grown in this new future of Tendaji?

This solo-only prompt is for you to explore the growth of your character these past 5 years in relation to the cultures of Tendaji. You must walk us through how your character's impression of the other races has changed or evolved, and how they've grown as a result.


The years had found many changes in Tacrith’s once stable world. For a few years on Yeal, he had his purpose at the clinic. He was a healer, and good at what he did. For most of his adult life, there really had been minimal uproar outside of the individual nuisance that would naturally pop up in life. Then everything had been turned upside down once again. Everything he knew was gone; his home, the clinic, the safety of the familiar towns, all gone. He had watched it drift away while trapped on a large ship, the safety of the crew chosen over his personal desires. While he had eventually come to terms with his situation and understood, he had been devastated and miserable in his predicament. The only light had been what appeared to be a budding friendship with the ship’s captain, a ruffled miscreant with a taste for the rougher side of life. Still, the man had treated him respectfully enough, made sure he was as comfortable as possible on the dreadful ship, and had promised to return him home after making port in Oba.

Things had changed, though. His “guardian” had vanished, and Tac had no idea what had happened to him. It could have been anything considering the man’s associations, and he feared it was something less than pleasant that had pulled the captain away from him. He could hope, but Tac figured it was going to go the path that most of those who got close to him went… Fending off the pain of the loss, Tac had to find a new way back to Yeal. However, he had arrived with only a medical pack in hand, and any ships going to Yeal were not nearly so generous as his ride in and seemed to want more than just a helping hand for transport. So, Tac had searched for work.

The time that it was, not many would give their trust to a strange Yealian with no contacts to reassure wary employers of his abilities. It had been slow progress, but he was nothing if not persistent. If a mercenary healer could be considered a job, then that might be what he would have called himself. Without a clinic to base out of, Tacrith became a healer for hire. Just about anyone willing to hire him got his talents. Then the war with the dretch had acquired his attention, keeping him longer than planned.

After the war ended, Tac found himself.. lingering. Oba certainly wasn’t Yeal, but that wasn’t always a bad thing. There was a large variety of earthlings there. He had never been one to fear the “mainlanders” that visited Yeal, and, by now, the locals seemed less concerned about his presence as well. He became less of “one of those strange Yeali” and more just another face in the crowd of faces. Others didn’t look up and stare at his hair or at his eyes or at the block gems decorating his skin. He was just another guy. In turn, he was no longer shocked by the variety of colors and textures of those who passed through.

It didn’t mean he had opened up to be one of those who talked with every stranger he met, but interaction with other was not the chore that it had been before. There had once been an adventuring spirit inside Tac, way back as a youngling eager to face the world with his family. Tragedy had stuffed that eager youth into a cage deep in his mind. That cage was creaking open rusty hinges, and really.. wasn’t so bad. Each race brought something different to the table, and Tac found himself enjoying exploring the different nuances of the different cultures. Plus, seeing how they were all starting to work together rather than as multiple separate entities that once fought tooth and nail to keep separate was refreshing and rather uplifting.

Back on Yeal, there had only been suspicions over anyone who looked different. Here on the mainland.. while it wasn’t perfect, it was much more tolerant; especially with the passing years. Everyone had practically been forced to work together, bringing their own experiences and knowledge and opinions to fight a common enemy. Now, those differences were working together to make a more cohesive and fluidly moving world. He wasn’t sure if Yeal had improved at all, but he suspected it would be slower than where he currently stood.

For Tac, it was actually quite delightful to watch. While he remained in Oba, he had the chance to see the world. The different cultures were moving and spreading across the land. While he hadn’t meant to become a part of that shifting world, he found himself not too displeased with where he had ended up.

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