Kalamendar
From Istaria Lexica
| Location: | Chiconis |
| Job: | Chiconis Guard |
| Rating: | 100 |
| School: | Dragon Adventurer |
| Health: | 270 |
| Coordinates: 24042 / 21788 | |
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Kalamendar tells you, Greetings. If you're beset by trouble, I'll gladly lend a claw and see you through it. Though with chance being what it is, one can never truly promise victory.
Kalamendar tells you, Chance, luck, chaos, call it whichever you please. Some seek to embrace its power, as it can shine upon you at any time. Do you have time for a bit of a story?
Kalamendar tells you, Some time ago my warrior training began to grate on me. Endless slaying of simple beasts for no purpose other than to sharpen my claws for the next. I began to travel the continent, looking for something else to engage my time -- even going so far as to look into the professions some of the lesser races make use of. I briefly studied an unwieldy thing called 'archery,' which involves the use of a mechanical device to launch a projectile at high speed. I spoke to a 'monk' and learned they practice a form of weaponless combat that, absurdly, uses neither tooth NOR claw! These were novel and amusing concepts to experiment with, but still I was unfulfilled. Then, I had a revelation.
Kalamendar tells you, At some point I travelled northward, and set down from my flight at the top of a peak, surrounded by fresh falling snow. The freezing air felt good against my scales as I surveyed the landscape around me. I stood at the edge of a slight overhang of azure stone. Strange ice formations gleamed strongly blue in the distance, peeking up through a snow that shimmered white like the surface of a pearl. The only sound was that of my own breathing, and I stood for some minutes enjoying my solitude, and watching the gentle swaying and bobbing of the snowflakes as they fell. Suddenly, a tremendous force crashed into me, I felt a sharp pain in my side and a rush of heat as I was sent tumbling towards the precipice! I dug my claws into the stone and snow, barely stopping myself in time!
Kalamendar tells you, As I looked back from the edge, my vision was filled with the largest fire golem I had ever seen. It had smashed me with a crippling blow that left me groggy and slow, and I suspected my wing was near broken -- there was no chance of getting away in time. The creature was easily ten ranks above anything I could handle, and as I pulled myself back to my feet it approached, its every step through the fresh snow causing great clouds of steam that split into white swirling tendrils as it passed. I knew I had to put distance between myself and the cliff's edge, and lunged forward with an attempt to hamstring it as best I could.
Kalamendar tells you, My blow fell wide, and the golem deftly sidestepped my attack. Its speed was unthinkable given its size, bringing its massive fist around and crashing it down onto my back as I passed. I smashed to the ground, rolling with my momentum. The pain was extraordinary, and I could feel that my back was badly burned, but at least this time I wasn't against the precipace. I shook myself of the snow and began to turn, slipping a bit as the newly melted snow had already begun to freeze into sheer ice, when I felt a sharp sting and a yelp caught in my throat.
Kalamendar tells you, The thing had stepped on the end of my tail! I turned and clawed the creature as hard as I was able, and desperately pulled my tail free at the same time, something that might've been impossible without the layer of ice now coating the rock. The thing's foot flew forward and it lost its balance, crashed backwards onto the rock, throwing up another billowing cloud of steam, and suddenly disappeared. It took me a moment to realize it had, by some miracle, tumbled off the cliff!
Kalamendar tells you, I stared at the quickly freezing rivulets of water where the golem had been a moment before, marvelling at what had just happened. What were the odds that a being of pure fire would come to be in the middle of these snowy mountains? What chances had led it to this place just as I was here, and had let it somehow sneak up on me? What twist of fate had allowed me to survive the encounter despite my far inferior rank? It then occurred to me that if there was one thing in this world truly universal, it was chance.
Kalamendar tells you, Indeed. What moral do I have to offer? Nothing of great note, just that sometimes one must necessarily trust to fate to overcome an obstacle. Among the lesser races, those called chaos warriors take this to heart and actually incorporate it into their fighting methods, I'm told. Regardless, I thank you for listening to my tale, and with barely a hint of nodding off the whole time! Good travels, I'll be back to my duty.
Quests available[edit]
No quests for this NPC.
