There he dwelt, learning from Spirits of the Elements,
attuning his senses, learning to see without sight.
Feeling the mountains with a body just as stubborn,
flowing like the Rivers his mind flowed with comprehension,
bending like grass with movements just as graceful,
and searching the sky with a soul just as expansive.
Being taught by the old souls of the world,
knowledge he gained, stored for eternity in bones
that are strong as the hills, on untraveled roads.
Upon such an untrodded path, came he to a great hall.
A place that made his great frame feel small.
Giants of Legend, born from the backs of mountains.
Living there for a time, earning the trust of these people,
by feats of strength and battle of wits, he proved himself.
Being called the Blind Mountain Priest, he learned as them.
Staying as long as his restless feet allowed,
Kumano made to depart. As a
gift of parting, in good will,
the Masters of the Mountains gave him a no-dachi.
He took up the sword, called Jiwari, the Earthbreaker.
Departing in peace from a place of greatness,
descended Kumano upon paths that lead elsewhere.
Ahead on such a path, meet he a man of a roving intellect.
An old one of music and song and knowledge of time.
A Bastard of Eastwich, Brimholt the wanderer of years gone by.
Long they talked, and stories they swapped.
Alas, Brimholt knew a group of adventures
that he could be welcome and gain acceptance.
Of all the world, fate brought together this assorted heroes:
The Bastard, the teller of tales and worked over like old leather.
Lily Thorne, daughter of the ancient, wild forests.
Dorian, knight of the realm, restorer of the past.
Chandrika, child of the moon and channeled of the mysterious arts.
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