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Short Stories:
Daochu Village
It was an early morning in the minds of most of the villagers, but when a child was being born, the whole village generally was woken up anyway. The monk who stayed in the village was compentant, with births and other procedures going smoothly. Tonight, however, this birth on the 17th day of Namnai, 1559 was not going well. The poor, now growing elderly, monk was trying his best to ensure that both mother and child survived the night, "...though at this point I was tempted to just try to save the mother. But that would have been breaking my creed, that is, to let someone die whom it is within my power to save them. My creed may have been taken a very long ago, indeed well over thirty years now, but I recall it's every nuance. I, When Gat, declare myself an eternal follower of these, of which, words that follow here..." So the night went on with its hectic events. By morning, there was a baby boy born to the Shea family. As three years went by, the boy grew, and in his fourth year he showed potential for magic-unusual for such a lowly person. In his fifth year the aged monk taught him some of the very basics, but discovered that Shea Mo's, as the child had been named, talents lay elsewhere. In Namnai, 1565, the child turned six, and all Nightmare broke loose that Yundinfang. When it was nearing midnight, a group of thirty naga invaded the village, killing almost all in thier beds, the rest died running or fighting. Shea Mo was shoved in a basket by his mother, and was overlooked by the invaders. As the naga looted the village, Shea Mo crept out of the basket, and exited his home. As the naga swarmed towards him in the center of the village, Shea Mo stood up, raised his hands to the sky and yelled: "My curses on these, whom are not your servants!" and Grenth looked and saw the boy worthy, and destroyed the naga. Their ashes are said to still blow in the wind.
The Monastery
This was going to be difficult. Shea Mo's reputation as a powerful, albeit amatuer necromancer was well known by the people who taught here. He was not sure what to expect of what his teachers would expect of him, or his powers. Shea Mo was well known through out eastern Shing Jea as an amatuer hero, but as somewhat reckless, and out-of-line at times. Which was why he was here: at the Monastery, to learn. As he walked down the path to the gate, a door opened from a hut next to the gate, and a Guard walked out, stopped, and stared at him. Shea Mo stared right back. The Guard curled his lip and said: "Are you just here to watch? Or do you have a reason for being here?"
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