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Post by Gandigan on Jul 19, 2023 3:24:59 GMT -5
Gandigan's free time had been consumed recently with his travels into the Outer Plait. His goal of finding settlers for his grand city had it's ups and downs, but he had been pleasantly surprised by the support he had received, especially from Treses. The Mazoku's multi-caste village had given him hope that his own city could succeed, though he knew that with an increased scale would come it's own difficulties. But he was trying to take things one step at a time.
One thing he had learnt from Treses was the importance his people placed on the Ajisa tree. He knew that for many Namekians there was some reverence there, but for the Capax clan is was sacred. Although Treses had offered unconditional support, he could tell that for him and his people there would need to be respect for the Ajisa within his city for the Capax to feel at home there. He would need to learn how to prepare farm land for them, and maybe even recruit a few others to his cause?
That was what Gandigan had told himself when he prepared to travel to the Ocar Farmlands. He knew that deep down, there was a much more painful reason he needed to go. While possessed by Amon, he had done truly unspeakable things. Things he wanted to forget, but choose to remember. He made that choice so that one day he could make things right, and today was apparently that day. The Ocar Farmland had been one of the places where he.... where he feasted on unsuspecting victims. Amon demanded flesh, and so Gandigan provided.
He could never undo that. He could never make things right. But he had to do something, else be consumed by his bloody conscious. At the very least he could admit what he had done, and try to work from there. Payment could follow? He had saved up some coin, but he didn't know if the villagers would be happy to be paid off or just offended that he tried... maybe he could speak to Nero and see if he could offer some advice, though he was already asking so much of Nero; he wanted to try and win one of his own battles for once.
Coming up to Ocar, he could feel only a few Namekians out in the farms today. That might make things easier? He was never great at speaking to crowds. Gandigan touched down just out of view and did his best to shift across his scar, hoping not to scare people off by sight alone. At least let them hear him out before making their judgement. Stepping out from behind the trees, Gandigan spoke up and drew as much attention as he could. "Namekians of Ocar; may I borrow your ears for a moment?"
One thing he had learnt from Treses was the importance his people placed on the Ajisa tree. He knew that for many Namekians there was some reverence there, but for the Capax clan is was sacred. Although Treses had offered unconditional support, he could tell that for him and his people there would need to be respect for the Ajisa within his city for the Capax to feel at home there. He would need to learn how to prepare farm land for them, and maybe even recruit a few others to his cause?
That was what Gandigan had told himself when he prepared to travel to the Ocar Farmlands. He knew that deep down, there was a much more painful reason he needed to go. While possessed by Amon, he had done truly unspeakable things. Things he wanted to forget, but choose to remember. He made that choice so that one day he could make things right, and today was apparently that day. The Ocar Farmland had been one of the places where he.... where he feasted on unsuspecting victims. Amon demanded flesh, and so Gandigan provided.
He could never undo that. He could never make things right. But he had to do something, else be consumed by his bloody conscious. At the very least he could admit what he had done, and try to work from there. Payment could follow? He had saved up some coin, but he didn't know if the villagers would be happy to be paid off or just offended that he tried... maybe he could speak to Nero and see if he could offer some advice, though he was already asking so much of Nero; he wanted to try and win one of his own battles for once.
Coming up to Ocar, he could feel only a few Namekians out in the farms today. That might make things easier? He was never great at speaking to crowds. Gandigan touched down just out of view and did his best to shift across his scar, hoping not to scare people off by sight alone. At least let them hear him out before making their judgement. Stepping out from behind the trees, Gandigan spoke up and drew as much attention as he could. "Namekians of Ocar; may I borrow your ears for a moment?"
PL: 100,000
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Improved Constitution, Vampiric
WC: 466
TWC: 466
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Improved Constitution, Vampiric
WC: 466
TWC: 466
