Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 13)

Kogu 35, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Who’s side is Fweyling on?

Captain Fweyling says we should arrive tomorrow or the next day, depending on the weather. He’s a good ship’s captain. He is a zweyjen, after all, so I would expect nothing less. The zweyjen are definitely the best mariners. Pretty good business folk, too.

Even so, are we lost?  We’ve been stuck in this fog and snow for days now, and I don’t know that we’re going anywhere.  And, the sounds all day, and all night, are just creepy.  Fweyling says not to worry, but I’m no longer paying any attention to him.

No nossring, either. I’ve been looking, too. They might be hiding, but I don’t think even nossring can hide that well on a ship this size.  My gut tells me that Fewyling knows more than he’s saying.  Twice now he’s made excuses about where they were, but both times he was definitely lying.

No blink bats from Bobby for two weeks! Time to get worried … done.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 12)

Kogu 34, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Take a wild guess!

More fog, more icebergs, and more snow!

I’m going crazy with nothing to do. Still no sign of Donnessling and his folk. I went over every bit of the ship I was allowed to see, and a few I was not. I’m starting to worry, and I’m not a worrier, though Bobby would not agree. Why haven’t I heard from him?  Just one more thing to make things complicated.

Got a blink bat today. I thought it was from Bobby, but it was from my editor. Slight change of plans. When I get to Shawmancer (if I ever do get there!) I’ll be met by a reporter from one of the local papers. His name is Chawmer. He’ll provide me with the introductions I need to get things rolling. The paper he works for is called the Partameer Provider. Odd name for a newspaper, but it is Shawmancer Island. I guess they do things their own way.

I saw the Captain today. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough because he saw me first and managed to avoid me. I’m sure he’d deny it, but he definitely was. I was going to ask him about Donnessling. I get the feeling he knows more than he lets on about the nossring. I’m not sure why a zweyjen would be involved with nossring. Just one more mystery to add to my list.

If there’s one more day of fog and sleet and icebergs, I’m going to … oh, what am I going to do. Oh, yes, complain to myself. Glad I brought my diary!

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.