Storyteller

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Tessera (Autumn) 81379
Afternoon
At the newly built story cave
Storyteller: Bipedal Literate Musoja't Gyasji 13 years old

<span style='color:green'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>In a hollowed rock sat Musoja't sipping a cup of sage leaf and water. Musoja't favored literature above all else except his skill of Biokinesis. He was young, and his skin was mostly green in color. His tattoo was a red blot on his left flank. He wore small round glasses and a bluish red fire burned at his tail, spiraling and flipping. Musoja't was small, about three feet long, and he seemed to always be serious.

In the story cave, he told tales to the public at the Watani. He constantly moved from place to place to tell stories to different pendragon nations. At Watani, it was in an empty boulder with little oak stools he would tell his stories.

"Ahem," he began, as the crowd started to gather. "Today will be the story of a young pendragon who got lost in a giant Machina. Now listen well, for the stories I tell today, you might want to tell your grandchildren." This was common for Musoja't, even though he had no relations.

He coughed and started on a linen scroll that he previously prepared, writing as he made the story up. "Once upon a time, in a magical land full of Fronima, lived a young pendragon named Ruth. Now Ruth was sportly, and enjoyed flight and cooking. He was a bright yellow lad, with green spikes and red eyes. All the women pendragon loved Ruth for his 'manliness'.
"So it happened that one day, Ruth happened on a giant machina. 'Wow,' he had said. 'A machina in these parts, I will ride upon it!' And so Ruth did, flying to the very top of the huge machina.
"He found there a pile of gold that would surely earn Ruth the title of hero. But the machina was swerved by the land of Fromina. It was too much for the machina, so it started to overheat.
"Ruth was afraid but it was no matter. 'I'll just fly out of here.' he said. But unfortunately he couldn't for his legs were glued to the ground by the slime the Machina had excreted. 'Oh no!' Ruth exclaimed, trying to pull free. 'I am going to die!'
"At that moment Ruth remembered the important words his father had taught him. 'Strength is the key to survival, without it you will be caught in a trap.' Ruth heeded these words and with miraculous motivation, flew free. The ooze dripping at his knees and the gold hauled unto his back, Ruth escaped home. 'It's okay,' he thought. 'I am safe.'
"Unfortunately Ruth was mugged by his jealous cousin, a failure named Borg, who dragged the dead heap and dumped it into the sea. Borg was proclaimed as the hero of that land and blamed Ruth for his past shames."

Musoja't ended with a bow, as the audience applauded and was left to comment on his story.</span></span>

 

<span style='color:green'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> Musoja't the storyteller, was prepared for another story telling in the late afternoon of the Watani. He fixed his glasses on an empty parchment as if seeing words written on it. He set the sitting rocks for anyone who was coming, (which was most likely noone) and put the pen and parchment on the stone desk. He prodded his glasses again and looked out into the audience. He had written stories just in case people weren't at the telling, so they can check what they missed. "Ah," he said as noone was there at that time, "what a peaceful job I chose, no danger. Just the joy of telling stories with fixed twists." Today he had chosen a particular story about a pendragon's opinion on what humans really looked like.

"Ahem," he began in his usual manner. "Today's story, reflects on a forbidden art of visionry known only by an anonymous and nearly forgotten pendragon. We will call him Shadow. This Shadow had only one pupil and we do know her as Ruby Red. One day, he and the pupil conjured together a massive monster we know as The Human. How they did it? Well, I will tell you now listen... Ruby Red created a time rift to bring back a human, and yes it's just a story so time-traveling isn't real. What she brought into our world was supposedly a human. Shadow tried to cast spells to restrain the beast from destroying everything in his lab. It was too late for The Human had stomped on all the tech and equipment cluttered everywhere. The two had to do something, so they went to..." Musoja't pauses and points at himself. "Yours truly. 'Well, the big gray ugly thing wrecked our laboratory with it's demon horns!' Cried Shadow. Ruby Red gasped in horror, 'it's deadly ears smote me!' Shadow combatted her pain. 'It cast magic on my chemical wonders!' I gave a laugh as they complained to me. 'It's a human!' said Ruby Red. Shadow agreed and said, 'you did a good job Ruby, you earned my title. My lab is worthy of being destroyed if you discovered a human.'' I simply said no it wasn'ta human, for the thing was a creature called the elephant. Of course all of the people here barely know what an elephant was, but it was not human... Ruby was dejected as Shadow's pupil of course, for destroying his lab with an elephant..."

Musoja't bowed and ended his story at that.</span></span>

 

<span style='color:green'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>I found this while looking through human diaries. It's interesting...

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What the where am I? Let's see... I'm sitting on a cold metal chair. It smells like Dunkin Donuts. There's a bright light in my eye. Oh yeah! I'm being interrogated by the Swedish Police. But why? I woke up after the wierd dream to find I was in my room safe and sound. Geez, I thought, why do I keep on dreaming such random things. I guess it comes with the package. I mean, if I put my fists together, that would be twice the size of my brain. And I have small hands. I'm serious, I think there's like a black hole or something implanted by God in the back of my head. I could just imagine that. "Oh I got this great idea!" "Oh yeah? What is it God?" "Let's mess this kid's brain up, any suggestions?" "Last time it was the plague... How 'bout a black hole?" "Great!" Yep, that's how it happened probably. I stood up and decided to get some juice to straighten my thoughts. I opened the fridge and said hello to some gelatin. Orange this time. Hmmm, apple juice? No, last time I drank that the worms came knocking at my door. Orange juice? No, the gelatin would never forgive me. Ah! Grade A broccoli syrup! Mmm, tasty! I sat at the kitchen counter drinking my broccoli. What time is it? 6:45? Oh. I tapped the floor impatiently. Something random is supposed to be happening. Why? There's nothing of much attention. Is my black hole of a brian working? I should be attacked by ninjas! Or something... Maybe today isn't eventful. Saturdays for me are always boring. Sigh, I said out loud. Suddenly at the corner of my eye I saw a hooded figure. Here we go, I thought excitedly. J, it said floating closer, I've come to fetch your soul. Alright, I said. But can we hurry this up? My parents are coming home in a few hours. The figure said nothing. It floated closer then picked me up with an invisible hand. Where are we going to? I said. Is it Barryland or Somalis? The hooded figure floated towards a swirling purple vortex. It is Somalis, the king wants to speak with you, it said. Who are you? I told the hood. It stepped through the vortex. I am another of King Budjelbelb's loyal servants, the invisible hood spoke. Yeah, I replied. He get's a new batch after he eats his old ones. The figure looked menacingly at me. You better make sure the king is happy, it said. I don't want to get eaten. I nodded. The swirling of the portal ceased and we ended up in the land of Somalis. This is the Fields of Surevytingsfine. It's the closest the warp could reach King Budjebelb's kingdom. The land of Somalis was the wierdest thing I might have ever been to. There were hills littered with farmland, and the sky was so... So cheerful. It was nothing like the real world. And the ground was soft and tender, the houses were strongly built and furnished. The funny thing is, the world is populated by monsters. You know, one eyed purple demons, tentacled freaks, half-beasts kind of thing. We took the short way to the castle. The Pilgrim's Express. You are not authorized to come through the holy tunnel, a nun said in my ear. Hey are you listening to me? Hello!? By the time she finished we were already through the hole and out the end. Whoo, that was faster than I thought... The king's castle was huge. In fact, I think he might have forced in some renovations. It was a bulking mess of towers and turrets. The chief colors were blue and white. All of the castle's various wings, battlements and extensions were all focused from the center point, which gave the castle the towering look. There were now so many new buildings, that the castle overshadowed the surrounding city. Er, the hood started. I know what you're thinking... The villagers are already preparing the move. The fourth time this year, I noted. The castle was so hugely built, that the whole looked like a giant blue rose. The loopy and elegantly designed arches handled this. Of course, all the architects focused on their work, lest the huge mouth of the king will not only complain, but have a very good meal in the process. We stepped onto the sloped stairs and into the two fancy slanted double-doors at the top. Oh, I said as I grasped onto the wooden doorknob. Wet paint. We entered the castle and right on the newly scrubbed tile floor of King Budjebelb's foyer. Lucky for the hood to be floating. RAAAAAAARGH! Was heard down the hall in front of us full of portraits and golden vases. The velvet and golden doors burst open to reveal a fat frog standing on it's back legs. King Budjebelb was a stout fellow. Yes, he is a giant frog. He had webbed hands, wore a kings garments and a purple marquee suit. With the ruffled color of course. He had slitted yellow eyes, a green slimy body, well soaped. There were huge fins sprouting from his back and a bulby neck. He was fat, in the good way. And somehow, his golden and jeweled crown looked like a jester's hat. J!!!! The king screamed in a gurgling voice. Oh great, I thought, he had just been brushing his teeth. J WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE!? He croaked. Budjebelb seemed to roll towards us. If I had a picture of him walking you would laugh. Uh sir? Said the hood. You sent me to fetch J here to Somalis remember. The king stopped. OH YES! HOW QUICKLY I FORGET! THANK YOU DERM, NOW PREPARE DINNER I'M STARVING! The hood named Derm hurried towards the kitchen, eager to fill the king's stomach with something other than himself. J! I NEEDED YOU! The king started, as he rolled towards me. NOW J, DO YOU REMEMBER... Erm... THE DUKE OF IDONCARE? I nodded. The king twiddled his fingers in embarassment. WELL, HE ESCAPED. I ACCIDENTLY... Umm... WELL J, HE TRICKED ME! I spat out my broccoli syrup that I was drinking. It escaped the gum imprisonment!? I said surprised. WELL YES! He croaked. OH J, I'M SO SORRY! BUT I WANT YOU TO CAPTURE HIM AGAIN. I sighed. This was an annoying task, that I possibly did every time I came to Somalis. Capturing the king's nemesis, and keeping him safe for the king to gloat at. Alright, I said annoyed. I'll do it. GREAT! The king exclaimed. I'LL BE IN THE KITCHEN...Em... EATING."

Wierd huh? Find out next week what happens...</span></span>

 

Neleki gazed somewhat admirably at the storyteller, perhaps some of the stories had been created by the biped himself, perhaps not. In any case, she had not heard them before, and the prolific Teller made it a personal goal to learn as many as possible. They seemed a little boorishly told, but the Teller was young yet, and they were amusing. Neleki, today in a bipedial form, wearing a black shirt with wingholes cut out of it, and standard bluejeans leaned back against a wall of the cave, reflecting on the tales, and trying to commit them to memory. She made a note to speak with the Teller afterwards, perhaps they could swap some tales.

 

<span style='color:green'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>It seemed that time has passed greatly in the dark moist caves of the Watani. Musoja't looked around and entered his cave. "I think I lost track of time..." he said. "How long has it been?" He steps onto a rock and sleeps on it. "I've traveled the world looking for new stories... I come back to find emptiness..." Musoja't sighed a huge sigh and stood up, stretching his back. "Well, I guess I'm going back." With that, Musoja't left the cave once more.</span></span>