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In recent days, a lone Monk can be seen intensively training at the Crouching Lemur monastery.
After several days of solitary training he would post a small notice in the inner sanctum of the Monastery.

"I, the monk known as Ryvvik am seeking others of the cloth. I believe there is much we can learn for each other given a little time and effort. After all, perfection is not an easily walked road."

The lone monk may have been peripherally aware of the passage of another ascetic who did not often linger, nor intrude upon his training, but would make their way through the grounds as a racing shape of blue, purple, and brown. Today, that tall, narrow figure did linger; neck bent in attention to the message that had been left...

Those traveling to the Crouching Lemur Monastery would continue to see the Ryvvik in constant training despite the recent events. He seems to have resumed his regular cycle of mediation and harsh physical training. From time to time passer-bys would notice him speaking with the other monks in hushed tones.

With the alleged lose of the Horn, Ryvvik can be seen returning to the Crouching Lemur Monastery. Offering no words on the subject to those that would visit and wish to speak on the topic. Instead he would busy himself with the grounds of the Monastery.

A small blindfolded hin frequently comes and goes from the monastery. She spends time training, particularly taking advantage of the fact the training grounds are fairly open and mostly flat to sprint about and perform various acrobatic exercises that less flat or familiar ground prevents. She seems perpetually cheerful, and likes to both tell and listen to stories from anyone who has the time.

She doesn't notice the message, but that would be for fairly obvious reasons.

What the hin might notice with her hears is the sound of shifting soil and digging. While the sounds had been off to the side of the main path leading into the monastery, now they were in the middle of the slope leading down to the Place of Meeting.

A new arrival is seen lurking in the Lemur Monastery grounds. He appears little more than a young urchin, but he continues to closely observe the monks practice from afar. In exchange for food and board, he performs menial labor tending to the grounds-- though this appears to give him light frustration.

In the morning hours, before his duties demand his attention, the boy can be seen practicing against a wooden dummy in isolation.

Though he is no pupil of the monks within, it is clear he seeks more.

Soft steps signaled the pilgrimage of another visitor, hooded and cloaked in shadow.

Last edited by That Guy on Wed, Mar 16 2016, 17:30 PM, edited 1 time in total.

The Hn, known to many as Ally, makes her way through the Skull Crags to the grounds of the Crouching Lemur Monastery, there, she cloaks herself in shadows, and strides toward the main grounds and the other monks present there. After coming out of the shadows, she says a few words to them in greeting, and mentions a single name, Ryvvik. She says plainly that she wishes to speak to him, if only to find that he is indeed safe.

// Don't want to speak for the NPC's, so if anyone was to point her where she would find Ryvvik, let me know! Thanks.

The same hooded figure was seen conversing with a male hin inside the Monastery, after some debate the two left without fanfare, only the hooded figure returning.

That Guy wrote:

The Hn, known to many as Ally, makes her way through the Skull Crags to the grounds of the Crouching Lemur Monastery, there, she cloaks herself in shadows, and strides toward the main grounds and the other monks present there. After coming out of the shadows, she says a few words to them in greeting, and mentions a single name, Ryvvik. She says plainly that she wishes to speak to him, if only to find that he is indeed safe.

As she was often present on the grounds lately, digging away, Ahsra would be willing to share that she had seen Ryvvik fairly recently - several days ago. She isn't much help beyond that, however!

Mr. Hackums wrote:

A new arrival is seen lurking in the Lemur Monastery grounds. He appears little more than a young urchin, but he continues to closely observe the monks practice from afar. In exchange for food and board, he performs menial labor tending to the grounds-- though this appears to give him light frustration.

In the morning hours, before his duties demand his attention, the boy can be seen practicing against a wooden dummy in isolation.

Though he is no pupil of the monks within, it is clear he seeks more.

Although he is not directly approached by Ahsra, she does begin setting up a strange tree of training equipment in the lower grounds again. It seems to be for general use...

Those who would visit the Monastery as of late would notice Ryvvik hard at work, his fingers combing the dirt of the garden, his hands pulling free the remains of the old windmill. But his mind, however, was clearly elsewhere, those who would push the matter would receive little more than a few words in response.

Ash fell from the Skull Craigs like snow, with the passing of Winter, new clouds of white circled above. A hooded figure rested, meditating quietly in solitude. Occasionally he would stir as to not be buried from the volcanic residue. Insence burned from a dangling ball of dark green sea glass, wrapped in silver. Candles with inlaid stars were left in a small row, unlit, snuffed from the falling material.

The garden finds itself rid of a few weeds, a green clad man with red sash taking the time to tidy the soil and add some moisture. His time at the monestary was spent alone, enjoying time to himself. Distant and isolationary, one might infer he was dwelling on events current and prior. Water dribbled from the water bucket to the point of droplets. Once the surface was given a thin watering, the transient wanderer uptured the first inch of soil and repeated the process, careful to not disturb any earth that might upset the plants from their regular routine. Dead wood was collected to maintain a small fire, left in a neat pile.

His silent ruminations was broken when a prismatic winged Aasimar wandered in, shiny plate a stark contrast to the earthen tones of the monks.

One of the other largely solitary 'groundskeepers' became aware of his presence and activities; and a covered bowl of soup was left out for him where he might find it, bu without approaching him directly, and his introspection and peace was not otherwise interfered with.

After a venture to elsewhere, the sashed man returns, the bowl of soup eagerly consumed after a hard days work. His thanks were left for whomever was his benefactor. Meal consumed, star etched candles were laid out in a row with the individual retiring to meditation.

After months, Ryvvik would be seen returning to the Lemur's Monastery. Resuming his work around the Monastery as if nothing had happened. He would offer a small nod to those visiting the Monks. A few kind words to those that would address him.

Ahsra was still patiently, slowly working on her own project on the grounds, but took pause to greet him with much the same attitude that Ryvvik himself held about the absence.

With all the recent activity around the Island the lone wanderer would return to the monastery, a small nod offered to the small group of monk as he resumed his work. His eyes drifting down the mountain from time to time, a small sigh escaping his lips.

The lone Monk known as Ryvvik can be seen carrying building supplies between Kampos and the Monastery, a small pile of assorted wood slowly growing next to the remains of the old Windmill at the Monastery.

After the event of the tournament, Ryvvik can be seen lingering at the meeting grounds, diligently working to clean and repair the trampled plants and filthy benches. One might notice the smile that seems to linger across his features that appears to have replaced his more stoic attitude.

Ryvvik can be seen returning to the Monastery, bloody and broken after several days of absence. His body covered in lash marks and spots of frostbite. If asked Ryvvik would simply answer "Penance" and return to working the fields in silence, much of his new found emotion drained away as he worked the soil.

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