[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/146572ed-ee3b-477b-a1cb-fbd6adb87448.png[/img] [b][color=96512B][h3]Gerrik Far-Teacher[/h3] Level 10 Hain Hero 36 Prestige[/color][/b][/center] [center][i]circa 14 years Post Realta[/i][/center] The sea lurched backwards as the ship was propelled forwards by a synchronised thrust of the oars. Just as the initial burst of speed was about to wear off a second set of oars pushed the ship again, followed by a third set. The vessel lurched rhythmically, without weariness or variation, as the mechanisms of wood and string manning the oars continued in their ceaseless task. On the deck of the ship, alone among the crates, barrels and sacks of trade goods, were two hain sitting silently. Gerrik and Elword. Gerrik sat clenched, staring without looking. Elword watched Gerrik morosely, then shifted his gaze to watch the receding shore of Fibeslay. The lurching of the trireme was not pleasant, although there had been a few improvements to the rhythm since the original prototype. Gerrik groaned and put his head in his hands. "It all went so [i]wrong[/i]." Elword looked back to his master and waited between lurches of the ship for Gerrik to continue. "I can't stop thinking about it either, replaying every moment with crystal clarity, and I still can't figure out how to make it right." "Rumination. That's normal, given the circumstances," Elword said. "I know. Doesn't make it better." Elword hesitated, then said, "I think you handled it pretty well. It was a very difficult situation. I think you're being too harsh on yourself." Gerrik grunted but did not answer. "How about you walk me through it," Elword suggested, "It might get it off your chest." Gerrik breathed deeply. "The biggest obstacle was that I had no data on the politics of such a large place. Never before had I been in a settlement where I could not see every home and inhabitant at once. This, I realise, is not my fault. If I had more time, a few days, I could have studied the dynamics, figured out the power structures properly, made formal introductions, got something better than biased second-hand information. Then I would have known what could be done, what could work, how to make it happen." "But we weren't given time," Elword said. "No, we weren't. Maro spotted me almost immediately, and no doubt some of the Shammikists would have recognised me eventually. Jindchin spying on the meeting did not help." Elword looked surprised. Gerrik continued, "Yes, he was a Shammikist spy. Not a Shammikist himself. The poor kid - I had to let him go. Those factors substantially reduced our chances of moving slowly and carefully. So we had to move quickly and decisively. And while we saw some successes, I was overconfident. In a day I could unbalance public opinion, but..." Gerrik clenched a fist, "people are just so damn irrational!" He quietened slightly as he added, "And I was too ambitious." "It was the meeting with chief Hucori when I saw things going downhill. I wasn't given the time I needed. Heyek forced me to engage on his terms. That might have been fine if I had a coherent plan, but I did not. I lacked sufficient data to have one. So I relied on my authority and prestige, only to find that it carried no weight with Hucori. I am the prophet and figurehead of the largest, oldest and most widespread hain religion on Galbar. That had always gotten me what I wanted thus far, yet that arrogance proved detrimental. If I had won Hucori's support then we would have had a very different outcome, but I had not appreciated how entrenched the Shammikists had become in Fibeslay." "But there was one last advantage I had. Mugnas and Zantor advised me that if I could show some new invention or technique in public I would gain Hucori's interest. Of course, it was too late for a good first impression, but the opportunity remained. Maybe I could impress the public of FIbeslay, or change Hucori's mind. That's what the water driven millstone was for." Elword nodded. "The water wheel was a pretty good invention." "Yes. I'll set one up in Tallgrass when I get back. And it might have worked if that damn thug Vidin hadn't started a riot. I could handle Heyek's debating and arguments. Logic and debate are strengths of mine. But that fool! You cannot control a mob. A mob is never under your control. It is like a wildfire; once you light it it burns wherever the wind blows. Vidin thought he was stirring a mob against me, but instead he unearthed hatred against all Chippers." "That is the irony of the Shammikists. Their biggest fear was having the persecution against Chippers start again, yet they themselves ensured the fulfilment of that fear by feeding the latent suspicion and prejudice against Chippers. I had been optimistic; the influx of migrants had not been sufficient to dampen that prejudice." Elword said, "We did a pretty good job at handling the riot, though. None of the Chippers got hurt." Gerrik allowed his palm to turn upwards. "Yes, that is our one victory, that all the Chippers are safe. A pretty important one. We did pretty well with the conservatives of Fibeslay roused against us. It was during the riot that I knew that it was not possible for the Chippers to stay in Fibeslay. I had disrupted things too much for them to remain in hiding and making Fibeslay safe for them to live in was now potentially impossible. A large portion of the populace was at least mildly amicable towards Chippers, but the hostility of the elite was greater. As you know, the following day Chief Hucori called in Heyek and myself, demanding an explanation. Things were... heated. I was mad, furious even. I raged against the Shammikist's folly. I raged against Hucori's inaction in all these years, having failed to quell this division before it boiled over. But inside I raged against myself for my naivety. I had enough data now to make a definite judgement." Gerrik hesitated before saying, "I admitted defeat. Just like last time." For a time there was only the lapping of waves and the rhythmic beating of oars. "But it's what you did next that was important," Elword said. "Yes. It was heart-wrenching to break the news to the Chippers. For fourteen years they had hoped that I would bring their salvation, stewed in a fanaticism as strong as the Shammikists'. Yet I failed to deliver the salvation they had hoped. Instead I brought them a different sort of salvation, but one tinged by failure and loss." Gerrik stood up and cast his hand across the western horizon, where there was a thin line of land still visible in the distance. "We led the Chippers out of Fibeslay. Beyond the territory of that city I could assert my influence properly. I called in some favours and got all the Chippers settled in villages where they would be accepted, welcomed. The loss of Fibeslay was still bitter in many of their hearts, but I know that in time they will experience a peace and happiness that they have not felt since they entered that city. They are free now. Free to think. Free to work. Free to be who they are and to express themselves without fear. There were bright minds among them which will be a blessing to those who accept them." Gerrik stretched out an accusatory finger towards the speck of light which was the lighthouse of Fibeslay, framed against the dusk sky. "But woe to you, city of Fibeslay, for you have scorned the blessings of Stone Chipper. Word of your actions has spread. All outside who know of Stone Chipper's blessings will be wary of you. You were meant to be a center of influence, a nexus of cultures, yet you have proven yourself to be insular and unwelcoming. Though you are wealthy and prosperous now, how long can that last while you reject the outside world? Many others will take the glory you were once promised. Woe to you, Fibeslay, for your age of prosperity will soon end." The horizon receded further, until the lighthouse dipped below the horizon. Gerrik then sat down once more among a bundle of silks. He flopped backwards, eyes staring up at the stars appearing in the sky above while the rhythmic motion of the boat rocked him. It took only moments for days of exhaustion to catch up with Gerrik and sleep overtook him. [center][b]~~~~[/b][/center] Everything was blue. The sky above was blue. The sea all around them was blue. The only thing that wasn't blue was the trireme. Elword had scanned the horizon for a time until the monotony of that task had bored him. He then spent a significant portion of the morning inspecting the trireme in detail. He studied the mechanisms of strings and levers with fascination. The intricate craftsmanship which came together to produce complex motion reminded him of the toy frog Gerrik had purchased from Dibbler. Elword searched the ship from bow to stern searching for the motive force behind the trireme; Gerrik had said that the toy frog was powered by a coiled piece of starfiend carapace. Yet Elword could find no such device on board this ship. Eventually Elword noticed something odd about the strings. They seemed to twitch and stretch slightly more than regular string should, as though it was alive. Elword sat for a while staring at one of the strings, wondering what magic gave these strings this animation. "Fiberlings," answered Gerrik's voice. Elword's head perked up and a set of eyes settled on Gerrik, who was just sitting up. "You're awake." "I'm always aware," Gerrik said. He looked at the strings Elword was sitting beside. "The fiberlings were bound to the mechanisms of this ship somehow, both in body and will. A clever solution, although the method is a mystery." "We could study it," Elword suggested. Gerrik waved a hand. "Perhaps. Although experimentation would be required, which is not practical right now. No, I have another use for our time. I'll teach you Alefprian." Elword's beak turned towards Gerrik slightly and his eyes became slightly wider. "Since when did you know Alefprian?" Gerrik tapped his head. "Stone Chipper taught me the basics while you were poking about the ship. It's not as good as properly learning the language from someone who actually uses it but it will have to do. It will be enough to get you started." Gerrik gestured to the floor in front of him. Elword took a seat at the indicated position. "We shall start with basic greetings, which are more complicated than you are used to. Different greetings are used for different subjects, occasions and times, but most of them can be derived from a small set of basic greetings. Now, repeat after me..." [center][b]~~~~[/b][/center] After several long and dreary days of lessons in Alefprian and watching the open ocean, land finally came into view. Gerrik and Elword stood at the bow of the trireme to watch the city of Alefpria come into view. First they saw the lighthouse crawling up from the horizon, a magnificent tower with light shining brightly from its top. Then the buildings of the port city came into view. The architecture was unlike anything the hain had ever seen, and the city was even larger than Fibeslay. This sight alone would have awed them, but as they got closer they saw a vast shape looming in the clouds above the city. "By the gods, what is that!" exclaimed Elword. Gerrik stared at the shape for a long time before answering, "I don't know, but it isn't moving so it's probably safe." The rhythm of the trireme's oars changed as it slowed down to approach the docks. The vessel came to a stop beside a pier, with numerous other wooden vessel bobbing in the water nearby. Gerrik and Elword stepped out onto the pier, much to the surprise of the dock workers. The group of humans and Lifprasilians looked and murmured to each other. A couple of them glanced backwards to some guards standing on the shore, dressed in steel armour with steel polearms - more wonders these two hain had never seen before. As the two hain walked down the pier, they were stopped by the dock workers. "Who are you? There wasn't meant to be anyone on that boat." Gerrik answered in broken Alefprian. "We are here to see Mugnas and Zantor. This is their boat. We were..." he scrambled for the word, "invited." One of the dock workers raised an eyebrow. "Is that the case? I'll go get them. You stay here." The worker walked away, muttering, "They won't be happy that they've got stowaways." Gerrik did not know what 'stowaway' meant, but he could tell it could not be any good. Gerrik and Elword waited patiently. A few minutes later two Quara Korala approached the docks and waved towards them. The guards and dock workers relaxed at the familiarity and the hain were permitted to continue to dry land. "Gerrik Far-Teacher! Elword! I'm glad you could make it to Alefpria," Mugnas greeted. "Hello Mugnas, hello Zantor. Thank you for allowing us to use your boat," Gerrik replied. "How did things go in Fibeslay?" Zantor asked. Gerrik's expression darkened. "We settled to Chippers in lands outside Fibeslay. I couldn't make it safe for them to stay." "Oh. That's... unfortunate. Maybe we could reintroduce them in the future." "Unlikely." The two Quora Korala glanced at each other and their skin shifted through several shades, hues and patterns. They looked back to Gerrik and Mugnas offered, "Would you like a tour of this fine city?" Gerrik opened his mouth to answer then stopped, his gaze looking behind the Korala. They turned and saw a hain standing in the road, wearing a leather apron, a cloak which concealed his arms and face, and a walking stick. "I think that won't be necessary," Gerrik answered. "Of course." "Thank you once again for your help. Elword will stay in touch." Gerrik and Elword walked towards the newcomer while the Quora Korala made themselves scarce after receiving a glance from the apron-wearing hain. Gerrik and the newcomer embraced with a clink. "Stone Chipper, it is good to see you again." [colour=Peru]"It is good to see you again too, Gerrik. And you too, Elword."[/colour] Elword stood for a moment in awed silence, his eyes wide and palms facing the apron-wearing hain. "Stone Chipper?" he squeaked. Stone Chipper flicked up a palm. [colour=Peru]"In the flesh."[/colour] Elword whipped off his broad-brimmed hat and bowed deeply. "It is an honour to meet you, Stone Chipper!" Gerrik, meanwhile, could not restrain himself any longer. "What happened to you?!" Elword looked up and inspected Stone Chipper more closely. Gerrik had described Stone Chipper as being a strong and healthy hain, yet the Stone Chipper before him needed a walking stick to stand like a decrepit old man. And although the cloak concealed the details from a distance, up close he could see that Stone Chipper's hand and half his face was made of starfiend carapace rather than hain shell. [colour=Peru]"I got into a fight. It went poorly. I am very fortunate that Toun, Ilunabar and my daughters were there to help me."[/colour] He could read the expressions of Gerrik and Elword. [colour=Peru]"Don't you worry about it now. The perpetrator is being dealt with. Your concerns are far more grounded."[/colour] He turned around and hobbled up the road. [colour=Peru]"Come along. You've come all this way. Let's look at this city."[/colour] Stone Chipper led them through the grand city of Alefpria and showed them many of its wonders. They marvelled at the beautiful architecture and the brilliant construction techniques. They saw the wealth of precious metals and stones and exotic dyes. They smelt spices from far off lands and tasted new foods. They jostled through the crowds filled with species both familiar and unknown. They spied upon the steel foundries, fuelled by some of Alefpria's peculiar magic. They gazed upon Father Dominus and the Cosmic Knights. They were fascinated by the methods of trade in the marketplace. They found many new tools and instruments. Stone Chipper also explained to them this place's history. It was a city founded and built by Ilunabar and her muses. It was and technically still is ruled by the demigod Lifprasil. However, while this city was once a glorious beacon of civilisation, its golden age has passed. Shortly after the night the stars fell, Alefpria got involved in a war against the god who had sent the starfiends. This was when Father Dominus and the Cosmic Knights came to Alefpria. While Alefpria and her allies technically won the war, Lifprasil was gravely injured in the battle and is now incapacitated. He had only woken once since then, and only briefly. Some groups were starting to migrate to other places, although there were also still groups migrating to Alefpria. Alefpria remained a central location in Galbar's geopolitics. [colour=Peru]"There's still plenty which can be done here. A while ago I promised Lifprasil that I would help him establish a school here. I figured that's something you could work on. But that's only a start. Alefpria has connections to many places across Galbar and beyond, so you can go pretty much everywhere from here. And there are people from everywhere who have come here. I've got a few good contacts here, too. My daughters Kinesis and Conata frequent this city. I can get you an audience with the captain of Father Dominus. Really, you won't run out of threads here to follow for a long time."[/colour] By now sunset had cast the streets of the city under long shadows. Lamps were being lit and people were concluding their day's work. Stone Chipper, Gerrik and Elword navigated a few winding side streets and came upon a small workshop, where a hain was closing the doors. [colour=Peru]"Excuse me, we'd like to use to workshop,"[/colour] Stone Chipper called out. The local hain looked up at them. "Sorry, we close up the workshop overnight. You could come tomorrow morning." "Stone Chipper has need for this space," Gerrik said. The hain froze. Thoughts flickered through her eyes and posture. [colour=Peru]"Twice in such a short amount of time. Such a blessing. If you'd please open the doors, my apprentices and I would like a little privacy. We'll lock up after we're done."[/colour] The hain nodded. "Of- of course, Stone Chipper." There was a clunk as the door was unbarred and opened. Gerrik and Elword entered. Stone Chipper paused for a moment to address the hain. [colour=Peru]"Send my regards to Conata next time she's in town. Also, listen to my apprentice Far-Teacher. He'll be needing help from the Chippers here in due time."[/colour] "Yes, Stone Chipper." [colour=Peru]"Oh, and we've been travelling all day. If you could find someone who will offer us a meal and beds for the night, that would be appreciated."[/colour] "Oh, I'll do that right away, Stone Chipper." [colour=Peru]"Very good. No need to return to get us; we'll find the place after we're done. Have a nice evening."[/colour] As the hain hastened away, Stone Chipper stepped through the door and closed it behind him. Gerrik had lit the room's candles. Elword was inspecting the shrine to Stone Chipper beneath the tool rack, with its bare stone slab and simple steel hammer. "Twice?" Gerrik asked. [colour=Peru]"Yes. I met with Conata here. You can ask her about it some time."[/colour] There was tenderness in his eyes as he recounted the memory. [colour=Peru]"Among other things, she made that nice bronze chisel you see there."[/colour] Stone Chipper walked at his hobbling pace up to the altar. He took a feather duster out of his apron, dusted off the hammer and altar, and put the feather duster away. He then picked up the hammer, inspected it briefly, then put it down again. "Will we be expected to create a tool?" Elword asked. [colour=Peru]"Only if you break something. Now, find me something to sit on and let's get down to business."[/colour] Gerrik pulled up a stool in front of the altar for Stone Chipper to sit on. Once seated, Stone Chipper leaned his walking stick against the tool rack, then looked to the two hain standing before him. [colour=Peru]"We all know why we're here. Gerrik has been preparing you for this moment, Elword. Are you ready?"[/colour] "Yes, Stone Chipper," Elword answered. [colour=Peru]"And Gerrik, are you ready?"[/colour] Gerrik hesitated, taking a slow breath in, before answering, "Yes." [colour=Peru]"Good. Now, the Eenal Bow."[/colour] Gerrik took the compound bow out of his bag, strung it, and handed it over to Elword. [colour=Peru]"A weapon fit for a god and a mark of the office of Far-Teacher. Pray you never need to use it in anger, although I shan't have my servants go around undefended. Now, the Guardian Shield."[/colour] Gerrik put a hand to the wooden disk on his arm and the strap loosened. Gerrik removed the Guardian Shield and handed it to Elword, who put it on his own arm. [colour=Peru]"Some parts of the world are dangerous. This shield will likely save your life. Now, Elword, listen carefully. Will you continue the work of Stone Chipper and Gerrik in teaching the mortals of Galbar and advancing civilisation?"[/colour] "Yes, Stone Chipper." [colour=Peru]"Are you willing to follow this work for many mortal lifetimes, until such time that you choose to raise a suitable replacement?"[/colour] "I am, Stone Chipper." [colour=Peru]"Will you conduct yourself in line with the values taught by myself?"[/colour] "Yes, Stone Chipper." [colour=Peru]"Gerrik, are you ready to pass on the mantle of Far-Teacher to your apprentice Elword?"[/colour] Gerrik sighed and closed his eyes. "I am." [colour=Peru]"Good. Now come close."[/colour] Gerrik and Elword stepped forwards, and Stone Chipper laid a hand on their foreheads. When he next spoke, his voice resonated with divine power, and a faint golden glow filled the space between the three hain. [colour=Peru][b]"By the power of myself, Teknall, I transfer my blessing from Gerrik to Elword. You will have strength, speed, stamina and longevity above other hain. Your senses shall extend beyond your mortal limits. And above all, your mind shall be sharp and clear, that you may be able to truthfully and accurately discern fact, that you will be able to learn new things about this world and share them with the rest of mortalkind. You will be my prophet among the hain and the other mortal races, my representative and messenger. From this day forth, you shall be known as Far-Teacher. Now arise, my new chosen."[/b][/colour] Elword stood up and blinked his eyes. "Oh... oh wow." Gerrik meanwhile was reeling. He took a few shaking breaths before he managed to regain his composure. "When you said you could see everything, I never imagined it was [i]this much[/i] everything," Elword said. "You'll get used to it pretty quickly. I did. Oh gods, I feel like an old man now." Elword gave Stone Chipper a worried glance, who gave a dismissive wave in return. [colour=Peru]"Only by comparison. There are a few traits which can only be sustained by active divine power, like your new senses or flawless, bottomless memory. But Gerrik's body and mind are as sharp as the fittest hain's."[/colour] "I had almost forgotten what it was like to be normal," Gerrik said. He let out a single laugh. "But now I get to live a normal life. With Sharon, and a family, and a home. I've had enough adventures for a hundred lifetimes." [colour=Peru]"And you, Elword, will get a hundred more. Of course, Gerrik's final lifetime will be anything but mediocre."[/colour] Stone Chipper reached out behind him, grabbed his walking stick, then pushed himself to a standing position. [colour=Peru]"There's a group of Chippers waiting to give us dinner. Let us not keep them waiting. I'm sure they'll want to hear the good news. Tomorrow I'll get you home, Gerrik. As for you, Elword,"[/colour] Stone Chipper curled up a palm, [colour=Peru]"That's for you to decide."[/colour] [center][b]~~~~[/b][/center] [center][i]A few years later[/i][/center] Conversations and people flowed through the recently constructed halls of the Alefprian College. People of all sorts occupied the college. Hain were the most common, but there were also rovaick, humans, and Lifprasillians. There were even a small number of quora korala, Sculptors and urtelem. In one chamber, members of the public filed in to hear about the exotic land of Mesathalassa. A few people dropped coins into the donation box on entry. Another chamber, large and centrally located, had many wooden shelves. Most of the shelves were empty, but some hosted a few scrolls, tomes and tablets. More works were being added on a regular basis. Some rooms were workshops. Some were quiet studies. A cafeteria provided food for those in the college, while dormitories and a small number of private rooms provided accommodations for those who did not have lodgings elsewhere in the city. Elword walked through the hallways, broad-brimmed hat on his head and wooden staff etched with intricate geometrical patterns in his hand. His Perception touched each of the rooms that he passed. Here was a scholar writing a new chapter in a historical treatise. There was couple of people investigating the properties of aqua regia. Here an urtelem was composing a mathematical proof, with a keen hain trying to keep up. There a Sculptor was transcribing what they heard in the telepathic network of the Sculptures while a human tried to sort the useful information from the worthless chatter. And over there a small team of hain and goblins tinkered with a new invention. Elword came to a door and opened it. The room inside was dark, although that did nothing to slow Elword down. He shifted his grip on his staff and some of the lines engraved in it glowed with a soft golden light. Elword stretched out the staff with glowing Spiral Script towards a lamp, which immediately burst into flame. The glow on the staff subsided, and Elword lit the other lamps in the room with the lit lamp. The room had a large round table with numerous chairs. Elword unrolled a large map of Galbar, or at least what was known of Galbar, and put it in the middle of the table. Soon other people filtered in. Most of them were hain, but there was a mixture of other species. There was even one Sculptor, for as unsettling as they were they could be quite intelligent and well-connected. When everyone was gathered, each person gave their report on what subjects they had been researching and what connections they had established. Then, finally, it was Elword's turn. "What are you going to look into next, Elword?" Elword made a show of inspecting the map. "There is much to be done. There is more to be learnt from Spiral Script. I could unlock the secrets of Tounic Calligraphy, held so tightly by the Rovaick azibo. There are a few languages I could help translate. But a lot of those things you can look after. I'd like to travel; I've spent too long in one place." He leaned forwards and put a finger on the map at the place marked 'Alefpria'. Then he ran his finger through the region labelled 'Amestris', and circled around the White Ocean, going through Yorum and ending at Mesathalassa. "I've heard of things happening in Western Mesathalassa and would like to see them for myself. I can check out what's in between as well." He tapped two other points on the map. "Meanwhile, someone else should check out Metera and Vetros." Elword looked up. "Goxiq, would you like to come with me? I'll need a travelling companion." Goxiq had been one of the first Chippers Elword had sought out to form his team of Scholars. Goxiq was a passionate Chipper and an innovative thinker, making him a great candidate. Goxiq had also been in dire need of new direction in his life after his exile from Fibeslay. Now he looked up with surprise. He had wanted to become Gerrik Far-Teacher's apprentice. Now Elword Far-Teacher was making him this offer. There was only one answer he would give. "Yes! Of course. When do we go?" "Tomorrow afternoon, to coincide with an urtelem herd heading the same direction." "I shall prepare my travelling gear immediately," Goxiq replied. Elword nodded. "Good. Meeting dismissed." The Scholars filed out of the room. Elword stayed back and inspected the map once more. It was a big world, and he had heard there were worlds beyond as well. While Gerrik may have travelled widely for most of hain history, he had only experienced a tiny slice of what Galbar had to offer. There were still many more adventures for Elword to have, and countless more discoveries for him to make. A warm glow filled Elword as he rolled up the map. The future was just beginning. [hider=The End of Gerrik Far-Teacher, and the Beginning of the Future] Gerrik and Elword are leaving Fibeslay in an unmanned trireme. Things went poorly in Fibeslay. The Shammikists tried stirring up a mob against Gerrik which instead unearthed the town's latent hatred against Chippers, which the Shammikists had been inadvertently keeping alive all this time. The best Gerrik could do was lead the Chippers in an exodus to neighbouring lands where attitudes were less hostile. Gerrik feels pretty down about his failure. In a portentous declaration, he says Fibeslay will fade into obscurity for having rejected the Chippers and their knowledge. Gerrik spends the trip teaching Elword the basics of Alefprian (which Gerrik learned by brain-dump from Teknall). They are met by Teknall in Alefpria. He gives them the grand tour. Teknall transfers Gerrik's hero status from Gerrik to Elword. Elword is the new Far-Teacher. Gerrik goes home to live a 'normal' life. Over the next few years, Elword founds the Alefprian College and the Scholars, a global hub of learning and knowledge. Among the Scholars is Goxiq, one of the Chipper Adventists from Fibeslay. This begins a bright future of adventure and discovery. [/hider] [hider=Khookie Summary] [i]Start:[/i] 36 Khookies [i]Earned:[/i] 10 Khookies [i]Spent:[/i] 5 Khookies for building the Alefprian College. 8 Khookies for establishing the educational institution. 10 Khookies for founding the Scholars, a Holy Order. 2 Khookies for learning writing. 2 Khookies for learning cartography. 2 Khookies for learning basic Spiral Script. 2 Khookies for learning alchemy. Elword Far-Teacher probably did many other things, but these are the one which appeared in the post. [i]End:[/i] 15 Khookies [/hider]