Renarr
Translated (SFS): Five
For twenty rises and for twenty falls
Of Etutheria primary, the star Etu,
Remoor the Hirogen hunted and slayed His
brethren, the K'rta Beasts.
As word of his deeds spread
Throughout the K'rta,
The beasts quickly abandoned N'noka,
The Garden of Etutheria, and
They took to the Wild.
The Braves hoped that Remoor,
Whom they believed had lost all sense,
Would let them go.
They hoped for their families, and
They hoped for their very lives.
But the Crusade from N'noka
Failed to slow Remoor's hand.
In order to complete His trail,
A sentence placed on Him by the powerful Gratta,
Remoor moved beyond N'noka,
The Garden,
And He tore into the very heart of the Wild,
Where Etutheria itself bared witness
To what one of its children had become.
Wanting to stay the bloodshed,
The World spoke through its wind
To the Hirogen.
'Remoor,'
It called.
'Remoor, Remoor, Remoor.'
Surprised to learn that the World
Would still speak to Him after what
He had done,
Remoor stopped to listen.
'Remoor, why do you do this?'
The World asked.
'He Who Governs
Has made it so,'
He said.
'But He Who Governs
Did not create you,'
The World replied.
'We created you,
And you owe your allegiance
To us.'
Remoor knew that He could never make
Etutheria understand the reason
For His actions.
'I must kill all the K'rta Beasts,'
The Hirogen said.
'They are your brethren,'
The World replied.
'And I will always be thankful
For that which they gave me,'
Remoor said.
'Then you must see that
What you are doing is slaughter,
Not justice,'
The World explained.
'There is no slaughter,'
Remoor said.
'There is only the justice of the Hunt.'
When N'noka itself begged for His mercy,
Remoor refused to listen.
The Hirogen braved the Wild, and
The Cruel Fates stirred something in His heart.
Despite the disappointment of his actions,
Remoor began to enjoy the Hunt.
Despite loathing Himself for K'rta He silenced,
Remoor began to sense
The pulse of His Prey's heart
In His own blood, and the
Sensation drove Him to a calculated madness
That pushed Him further and further and further
Into a murderous frenzy.
Despite the insolence He showed Etutheria,
Remoor tasted the scent of Fear
Blowing at Him in the winds and
It fed Him when He hungered and
It wet Him when He thirsted.
Despite the anger He felt at taking the lives
of His brethren,
Remoor began to enjoy the Hunt.
Quickly, He grew efficient with Thunder, and
He grew efficient at killing.
All the while, Etutheria watched in horror.
After twenty rises of Etu,
Remoor had finished the deed.
The World was empty of K'rta.
Throughout N'noka and beyond,
There breathed
No Braves, no Frails, and no K'rtalings.
From His place where He governs all things,
Gratta watched the Trail of Remoor and
Was pleased by what he witnessed.
The Powerful One returned to N'noka, and
He met Remoor as He returned from the Hunt.
'For your obedience, I shall reward you,'
Gratta said.
'I do not feel the worth,'
Remoor replied.
'Worth is beheld by the eyes of an immortal,'
Gratta explained.
'The Hunt is for the mortal.'
'A Hunter deserves His spoils,'
The Hirogen said.
'I will take my reward.'
Gratta smiled,
As He was pleased.
'As you proven your worth, I shall make you
A race of people,
A race of Hunters,'
He Who Governs decreed.
Remoor's heart grew heavy.
'The Hunt is a sacrament
Between the Hunter and His Prey,'
He said.
'You are disrespecting My name,'
Gratta warned.
His anger tempted,
Remoor cried,
'You have made me kill my brethren
As a show of obedience!
Why would I think I was deserving
Of more brother to kill?'
'You would not kill
Your own kind,'
Gratta said.
'Why would I wish it to have more
Like me,
Staring back at myself?'
Remoor asked.
'Why would I want to look upon
My own guilty face
Everywhere I looked?'
Gratta smiled, as He was pleased.
'You may do as you wish,'
The Hirogen said.
'Regardless, I will only Hunt alone.'
'As Remoor has counseled me,
He Who Governs will counsel Remoor
By telling you that
You may do as you wish,'
Gratta said.
The Hirogen suddenly felt weary, and
His vision blurred.
In His haste, He lay on the ground in
N'noka, the Garden,
And he slept.
Etu rose and set
Three times
While Remoor slept.
When He awoke,
The Hirogen found Himself surrounded
in the Garden
By more and more and more
Visions of himself than He could count.
His brethren,
His true brethren,
Stood
Everywhere that He looked.
Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds
Of eyes
Stared back at Him ...
Waiting.
'Here is the reward
For your obedience to He Who Governs,'
Gratta said.
'We cannot all live in
N'noka, the Garden,'
Remoor explained.
'There is life beyond the Garden,'
Gratta said.
'Where are we to find sustenance?'
Remoor asked.
Gratta smiled, as He was pleased.
'You must continue to hunt,'
Gratta said.
His heart pounding,
Nearly breaking His weary chest,
Remoor looked to his brethren.
'Is there no other way?'
The Hirogen asked.
'You are being ungrateful,'
Gratta warned.
'I have given you a life,
And you have given me complaint.
I have given you Spirit in the Hunt,
And you have doubted your worth.
I have given you a world, all of Etutheria,
And you have given me disrespect.
I have given you a race, the Hirogen,
And you give me nothing but questions.
Certainly,
Remoor is not deserving of my graces.'
'Oh, powerful one,'
The Hirogen said.
'I meant no ill tongue
For you,
For your rewards,
For your graces.
Forgive my blasphemy, and
Let me take back my words.'
'Not without a penance,'
Gratta said.
'Whatever pleases you, oh powerful one,'
Remoor replied.
'You have brethren to feed,'
Gratta decreed.
'You have wounds to mend.
Perhaps, together, we can service both needs.'
'Whatever pleases you, oh powerful one,'
Remoor said.
'To erase your disgrace,
I decree that you must teach your brethren the Hunt,'
Gratta decreed.
'But, He Who Governs,
There are no K'rta Beasts
Roaming the plains
Left to hunt,'
Remoor explained.
'No,'
Gratta agreed,
'But there are the defenseless Irro.'
And
Gratta smiled, as He was pleased.