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*Aramis waves you over to his table and pulls out the seat beside him for you to take a sit.*
"Hey, welcome back," he begins, taking another puff on his cigarette. "So... where did I leave off? Oh, yeah... I was talking about my parents and... no. Where was I? That's right, Meenah. The country where I was born. Let me describe Meenah to you. It's a huge country, the biggest in all of the Eastern Continent. The weather is usually mild and the smell of pine trees hang in the air, even in the dead of winter. Meenah's summers are hot, but not to the point that you think you may die from heat exhaustion. Her springs are bright, full of life, and the air is sweet with the smell of roses and honey. In autumn, her forests explode in a masterpiece of color and the leaves almost look as if they're on fire. It's a beautiful place, really, and for its size, it's relatively uninhabited. There aren't any large cities in Meenah; the people generally tend to live in communities that range from small villages to small towns. The largest town in Meenah is Teehs, where I was born. Teehs is home to the largest Temple to Deus in all of Meenah, and people go there by the thousands during Summer Fest in order to celebrate their faith. Also, Teehs isn't too far from Usugaar Fort, the only military establishment in all of Meenah. The world's greatest rulers studied at Usugaar Fort, and that brought in a lot of wealth, let me tell you. Not only that, but Teehs was under direct control of the world's most powerful man, Alaric Unum. His family, the Unums, were the most powerful and influential family in history and, without a king, Alaric pretty much took his privelage in stride. Alaric had every village in Meenah pay him tribute for 'protection.' And with that money, he built himself a huge estate and paid the Crusaders of Deus."
"In any case, yeah. Teehs. That's where I was born. And another thing, if there's anything in this world, anything, that makes Meenah ugly, its the fact that Meenonites are overwhelmingly racist. They don't really like anyone other than Meenonites living in their country. Now, I tried to brush this off as nationalism, you know, ethnic pride. How can you blame someone for being proud of who they are and where they were born? But Meenonites aren't just full of 'ethnic pride.' No. They're 100% purebred racists."
*Aramis flicks the ashes off of his cigarette and takes a moment's pause to gather his thoughts.*
"Now imagine me, a biracial child, growing up in a town that reeks of racism. My mother tried to protect me as best she could, you know. She tried to shield me from all that society threw at me since she usually took the brunt of their anger. My father knew he was taking a risk bringing his new wife with him to Teehs, but, as a knight, he had to stay near Usugaar Fort and the Unum Estate. Things were okay, just so long as I stood inside the house. My father would come home every night and tell me bedtime stories before I fell into the safety of my own dreams. Everything was tolerable. Tolerable. What a sad word... Anyway, at the very least, we were living in a stable home. That is, until, Alaric Unum died of sickness. That was the beginning of hell for us."
*Aramis' eyes glaze over momentarily, as if a painful memory was trying to force its way through the thick brick wall he'd erected around it.*
"I think I need to get lost in my alcohol for a while. Why don't you come back another time, huh? I'll be more hospitable the next time, I promise. Get home safe."
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Wed Nov 10, 2004 @ 10:25pm · 2 Comments |
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