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[Fiction: Native to the Uncivilized Tongue] (This is back story involving the Hermit.)

The hermit scowled at those who had interrupted his solitude as of late, though he had known eventually they would amount to him. It was as he was told they would, after all. Many days ago, far past those which he could still count, he had been an adventurer;

He had gone through the deepest caves, the darkest dungeons, and the highest cliffs, but he always yearned for more. There had been rumors of a clan of savages that while their customs were like to that of the former wild tribes, were not outwardly hostile as the balance were of outsiders. It was said that these particular savages held the key to finding a mystical temple, and it was this that he was concerned in. In traversing the lands to receive them, he knew that he had finally made his way to the Temple, but his store was sketchy at best. He vaguely remembered some kind of terrible accident befalling him, and waking up quite some time late in the charge of one of the shamans. His wounds were for the about part healed, but he plant that a more distressing issue had arisen; He had forgotten how to utter in his original tongue!

It was many months later before he was capable to pass and speak well, but since the savages knew little of Brittanian tongue, they had instead taught him their own. In doing so they had taught him of the entire account of the Temple, the cause behind their fear of it, and so much more. His deprivation of remembering had caused him to suffer his smell of use as well, but he had now constitute a new one. With all that the savages had told him around the temple, he knew that it was something that required to be guardedto be saved from those who were not suitable of entering it's halls. To do so would probably save countless lives of the unwitting, and still more soprevent an even greater tragedy from befalling. When he explained this theme to the Captain and the Grand Shaman, they expressed disbelief that an outsider would be willing and capable to do such a thing. They put his devotedness to the trial through torturous practices and traditionsbut he passed each one with a courage seen by the fiercest of their warriors. With the approval of the Chief and the aid of the Grand Shaman, they constructed the EpiOlmec Cascajal, and the chieftain hid clues in the words of the Brittanians throughout Malas. With the EpiOlmec Cascajal secure with his tribe, and the clues to unlock it scattered across the lands, the captain bid a last farewell to the Hermit. Should the worst happen to the tribe, the bequest of the temple would go on. And the hermit intended to be amongst the lands of Malas for the ease of his days.





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