Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 11)

Kogu 33, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Fog and icebergs, and now snow!

Fog again! Not as thick as the last two days, but that didn’t help much.

Around mid-day (I think it was mid-day — hard to tell because of — the fog!) we passed through a flotilla of icebergs.

I was standing at the deck railing enjoying a short bit of not-quite-as-foggy weather when it just snapped into view. It was like this mountain of ice lunged at me out of the fog bank. It was three times as tall as the ship, at least, and I think there were some strange creatures moving around on it, like giant, gray slugs. Must have been six feet long. Hard to say, of course. I did hear some loan moaning sounds. I swear these things were talking to each other, and maybe to me.

Just as it was passing out of view I raised my hand and one of those things rose up a bit and, it looked to me like it wiggled back and forth. Then it just disappeared back into the fog like it was never there.

By the end of the day, the weather added snow to the fog. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse.

No sign of the nossring.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 10)

Kogu 31, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Fog!

Woke up this morning and the fog was so thick I couldn’t see ten feet in front of me. Sounds were strange, too. I’d hear a voice right next to my shoulder and I’d turn and no one there.

I never wanted to travel by ship in the first place, so this was too much. I went back to my cabin. Ate wafers all day, and kept waiting for it to clear.

Here we are at the end of the day with no end in sight, or anything else in sight for that matter.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 9)

Kogu 30, SP~4,909, a little bit more

Rhonda Floam

I’m still buzzing, and thinking about the morning’s events, so I decided to calm down by getting some work done on my “lessons”. It seemed to do the trick.

Here’s the outline.

Note to Self: I can’t believe I’m doing this kind of work again — I graduated Naldrin Univeristy two years ago, and I thought I was done with this stuff, but I guess not.

So, here’s the teaching plan for all these Shawmancers-ites (is that a word?).

First things first. I’ll give an intro about the Six Energies. Just review. Everybody on the Continent knows this, though some call them Gods, not Energies. I think I’m about to meet a lot of the former. Follin Twy’s text is a good start; very readable and doesn’t get into the Guilds. A subject I plan to avoid for the most part.

Next, I’ll cover the Ten Races and a couple others like the martles and, after the last few days, probably the nossring. Folk like this. Good stories. Lots of heroics. Some are even true. Korvan Drearey’s, “The Sentient Creatures of the Tamarran Continent, and Others of Note” is pretty dry, but good enough.

Third, I need to get in some basic Continental history. There’s a lot of books on this; way too much, so I’ll just give them the big picture and some pointers.

Last thing, the Council made it clear that I have to teach them about Naldrin City. I expected that, of course (since I’m not an idiot). The problem is talking about only the good things. I brought a copy of “The Cities and Regions of the Tamarran Continent”, by Mallorn Malldorrent. He’s from Tarnath, but still tells it pretty straight. I can embellish a bit more about Naldrin on my own.

[Note to self: It just occurred to me that some guides for travelers could really sell! Tell them what places are like, where to eat, where to sleep. All the good stuff. I wouldn’t mind making some money!]

Well, that’s an outline, and a good day’s work. Two good days’ work. Time for some sleep.

The Hammool Riders

Achrovach, Teller of History

“Glenrah speaks wisely of the Hammool and those who ride them.  These words add to her account, though they still do not tell the full story and its glory.” — Achrovach, Ushen Teller of History.

The hammool riders are a presence throughout the southern plains of the Tamarran Continent.  They are virtually always ushen; the hammool they ride are wild hammool, not those that have been captured and used for transportation over the many roads of the Continent.

To properly understand the hammool riders of the southern plains of the Tamarran Continent, it is first necessary to understand a little something about the southern plains themselves.The Plains of Lochuum (LOCK oo um) make up the largest expanse of open land on the southern half of Tamarra (see the map of the Tamarran Continent).  They cover an area that runs almost 700 miles west to east and 400 miles south to north, with land that stretches all the way to the Zhemshen, the Inner Sea on the south, and the Yomoros Mountains, and the Kellith Sea on the east. The Lauggash Mountains serve as their northern and western borders.

The Plains are a lush expanse of gently rolling hills, rising and falling like the waves of a deep, ancient ocean.  The lowest parts are covered in high grasses, six to ten feet tall, that come in waves of yellows, tans, and browns.  The grasses are interrupted by enormous varieties of flowers, some small and delicate and others that tower tall and flamboyant above the grasses, sometimes reaching out above even the crests of the hills themselves.  The higher rises and hills are often covered in dark green and gray grasses that lie close to the black, rich soil of the Lochuum region.  In the center of the Plains of Lochuum, running northwest to southeast, is the giant Long Lochuum River, which begins as a series of small streams in the eastern outreach of the Lauggash Mountains and ends its journey south of the Yomoros Mountains, where it tumbles off high cliffs and crashes into the Kellith Sea.

The ushen were the first of the Ten Races to populate the southern part of the Plains of Lochuum.  The free and open space of the Plains spoke to the ushen, who value individualism and have a great love of nature. The hammool were already there when the ushen first arrived on the Plains.  Hammool are giant creatures.  An adult is typically 20-25 feet tall  (some are as high as 30 feet), 15-20 feet wide, and anywhere from 30 to 60 feet long.  With eight sturdy legs, they are some of the strongest creatures on Tamarra.  Although they are one of the largest and heaviest creatures on the continent, their natural affinity with Body Energy makes them one of the fastest and most graceful.

It is no surprise that the ushen and the hammool would find each other.  They are similar in temperament, having the same love of family, with strong bonds to even their most distant cousins and kin.  Both species have a love for the Lochuum lands so strong that it often surpasses their own love of life.

It is unclear when it began, but there is little doubt that the ushen have ridden hammool for millennia.  The relationship between a hammool and its rider runs deep.  Both of these proud creatures must agree to the partnership: the hammool must select the rider, and the rider must want the hammool.  The commitment is lifelong.  We do not yet know how the hammool and the ushen communicate.  The ushen won’t say, but it is thought that song is at the heart of it.

Once an ushen has found their hammool companion, the ushen’s tribe performs a ritual: in the hour before sunrise, the rider-to-be eats an enormous amount of food, welcoming the abundance of the life and the journey they are about to enter. They demonstrate the sacrifices that may come with this relationship with a fast that ends at sunrise of the following day.  At this time songs and chants begin and the leader of the tribe bestows blessings, ending after several hours with a sudden silence.  The ushen will then eat three leaves of the crussra, a short, spiny plant that grows only on the tops of certain hills, and walk out into the grasslands, returning the next morning on the back of their hammool companion.

For the rest of their lives the ushen and the hammool companion will roam the Plains of Lochuum.  Most will find other Hammool Riders and become a part of an existing troop of Riders, or form their own.  Their lives will consist of travel and exploration.  They will learn all that the Plains of Lochuum can teach them, from each kind of grass, flower, and root that grows on and under the Plains, to each hill and contour that gives the Plains their shape and texture.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 8)

Kogu 30, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Different Day, Same Sea, farther north, and a whole lot colder!

Found Donnessling. I was poking around down below decks, and saw him and a few of his kin chasing someone, or something. It looked like they’d all been in a hell of a fight. I could feel the anger in the nossring. I couldn’t tell, though, about the thing being chased. It was wearing a long hooded tunic, and I couldn’t see the face.

I followed them, of course.

When they got to the back of the boat, I thought that would be an end to it, but I was wrong. Whoever, or whatever, was being chased jumped out of a small window into the freezing waters at the back of the ship. The thing was really fast and amazingly agile. I could see that Donnessling and his kin were surprised by its quickness.

The nossring looked out the window and I heard Donnessling say, “So, she had help!”

At this point, I couldn’t help myself, so I scrambled up to look out of the window myself. Donnessling was, how shall I say it … surprised, but not completely surprised.

There was a small sailing boat behind. I could see several hooded figures on it. One of them was the creature who had just escaped the nossring. A different one stood up and, facing the sail, raised his or her arms. The sail immediately billowed out as if hit by a powerful wind, and the boat skipped across the waves, speeding away from us.

The nossring were clearly disappointed. They’d gotten so close to capturing this creature, and then, in an instant, it was out of reach.

When Donnessling turned to me, at first he looked mad. Then he saw my face, and decided not to chew me out.

“This is the creature,” he said with a spit to the side, “that killed my kin!”

One of the other nossring something about the unnamed Organization, and Donnessling nodded. He wouldn’t say more, and they all needed to get back to their cabins, or cabin, and clean their wounds.

Before he walked off, Donnessling promised to meet me tomorrow to answer some of my questions, sternly stressing the ‘some’ in that sentence. We’ll see who wins that one!

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 7)

Kogu 28, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Different Day, Same Sea (just like the other day)

Saw Donnessling today. He was trying to avoid me, but I wasn’t gonna let that happen. Had to run to catch up to him.

He was embarrassed about getting caught, pretended he didn’t see me, HA! But I could see he was upset. He tried to hide it, and nossring are good at that, but I could tell. He knew I could tell.  And, I knew he knew it.

He didn’t want to talk, so I told him about Bobby, the attacks south of Naldrin City, and my worries about my little brother. I thought it might break down barriers and get him to talk. I have to say that it felt good to talk to someone about it. I just don’t want to get in the habit.

After I talked about Bobby, I could see the wheels turning and could see in his eyes that he decided to trust me. He said that two of his kin had been yesterday and another was hurt pretty badly. I was shocked. I’d heard nothing about this violence, and I don’t think any of the other passengers had either. In fact I wonder if the captain or crew knew. I’m betting they didn’t. Either way, I felt pretty bad for Donnessling and I know he felt worse. And he was mad.

He hurried away, pretty abruptly. He had “things to do”. I’m sure top on his list was finding the killer and protecting the others who came with him on this voyage.

Also, I finally figured out a lesson plan. I’ll go over some of the history of the Second Age of the World. That’s when the Fekxtah were born. Stories about planets and stars always get folks’ attention. Should help get the idea across, too. I brought The History of the Created World. It’s more mythology than history, but nobody will know. Most folk don’t even know what happened last week.