Post by TheScribe on Dec 20, 2013 8:39:24 GMT
A short autobiography: The story of my life so far
By Abda Nazima Charna of the House of Kardesh
»My life began some thirty years back, when my honoured mother and father, Nazima and Nazeem of the House of Charna welcomed me into this world. I trace my heritage back to a rich and influential merchant family that has lived and prospered in the Port City of Schendi for many years and still continues to do so under the watchful eye of both my parents.
My early years of childhood were happy ones, although my guardians would often disagree, for I was not the easiet of children to handle. Fondly, I remember the days when me and my older sister would climb the walls of our garden and run into the streets and the harbour to play with the other children. As we grew older, my sister turned to more feminine past time activities, while I still pursued the wild life of a, by then, 10 – year old adventurer. Often me and the company of like-minded friends I sorounded myself with would even venture into the outskirts of the jungles at that time, fight mock-battles with branches and sticks and discover wondrous ruins of the glorious days of old, oddly in the formation of rocks and tree trunks. It seemed to us back then that our days of merry-making would never come to an end. Mine did sooner than those of the rest, when one day, the stick-battle for the preservation of honour got heated and my jaw suffered a direct hit by the pointy end of a branch. After my father found out about that incident, he doubled the guard on me and so, my days of high adventure came to an end.
In those long ahn of boredom when I sat in my chambers alone, I, for the first time began to read on my own initiative. It started with short stories and poems made for children of my age, but my spirit would not let me rest, it seemed, and soon followed the tales and legends of the heroes of old. So, for the next few years, I filled my mind with images of glorious battles, heroic deeds, bold adventure and the dreadful cunning, all depicted in the acts of these valiant and honourable men.
Around that time came the first arguments with my father, for he wished me to continue the family tradition as a merchant. My older sister was out of the question, for she was intended for Free Companionship due to the fact that of us two, she was the well-behaved and proper one. I, in contrary to my father's wishes at that time dug myself into books at the libraries and scribe offices around Schendi in determination to become officially qualified to explore more of the legends and ancient tales that so inspired me in those early years. Little did I know that my efforts at that time would bear such plentufl fruit, for after several years of frantic work, research and flayed nerves, I ascended in caste, laying down the crisp white and gold of the merchants, only to don the rich blue of the scribes.
More determined than ever now, I continued studying on my own, drinking the knowledge of our World's histories like a dry sponge, learning the language variations the peoples spoke, aquiring a skill in calligraphy by using pens, quills and brushes alike. At that time, I also discovered a long hidden passion for the visual art and depicting the world around us in picture, either by ink or charcoal; a skill I still strive to improve.
In the middle of my feverish studies, my father came to me with an offer of a possibile work place, even an apprenticeship in the Turian Embassy in Schendi, owned by an Arkin Kardesh of the before mentioned city. Willingly, I obliged, and so I found myself sorting the Embassy's accunts and other paperwork which had, for some odd reason, been left mostly unattended. I also took my apprenticeship at that time under the lady Ariel Cieran, the half-sister of the Emissary. I worked there for several years with many a story to write down from that time.
Little did I realise then that my time working for the Embassy would come to an end, mostly due to unforseen and largerly unexpected events that took place, for the greater part consisting of a Free Companionship in the making between the Emissary and myself. After the ceremony had been completed, I had moved to Turia with him, expecting to spend my life there, behind the nine gates and the high walls. Of course, as it would happen so often, life once more proved me wrong.
Months later, when I was already heavy with child, we departed Turia, our faith in the reigning Administrator shaken and now, laying crumbled on the floor. I returned to Schendi for a few days to stay with my family there as my Free Companion settled the most urgent matters in regard to the move, before we departed for Jove. We stayed there for some months, so that I could deliver the twins, Ayla and Mehira, who are by now sleeping beside me as I write, and to greet some old friends of Arkin's. After we had properly organised ourselves, we set way for the far off city of Thentis, where we settled down for a while as well. I then tended and renovated the Cylinder of Records in Thentis, while a tarn's wing was also formed under the name of our House, to provide trained guardsmen, warriors and tarnsmen. Soon, we departed Thentis as well for reasons, I myself yet do not fully realise and turned south, claiming the Home Stone of Fort Haskins for ourselves, where we reside now. »
To be continued.. .
By Abda Nazima Charna of the House of Kardesh
»My life began some thirty years back, when my honoured mother and father, Nazima and Nazeem of the House of Charna welcomed me into this world. I trace my heritage back to a rich and influential merchant family that has lived and prospered in the Port City of Schendi for many years and still continues to do so under the watchful eye of both my parents.
My early years of childhood were happy ones, although my guardians would often disagree, for I was not the easiet of children to handle. Fondly, I remember the days when me and my older sister would climb the walls of our garden and run into the streets and the harbour to play with the other children. As we grew older, my sister turned to more feminine past time activities, while I still pursued the wild life of a, by then, 10 – year old adventurer. Often me and the company of like-minded friends I sorounded myself with would even venture into the outskirts of the jungles at that time, fight mock-battles with branches and sticks and discover wondrous ruins of the glorious days of old, oddly in the formation of rocks and tree trunks. It seemed to us back then that our days of merry-making would never come to an end. Mine did sooner than those of the rest, when one day, the stick-battle for the preservation of honour got heated and my jaw suffered a direct hit by the pointy end of a branch. After my father found out about that incident, he doubled the guard on me and so, my days of high adventure came to an end.
In those long ahn of boredom when I sat in my chambers alone, I, for the first time began to read on my own initiative. It started with short stories and poems made for children of my age, but my spirit would not let me rest, it seemed, and soon followed the tales and legends of the heroes of old. So, for the next few years, I filled my mind with images of glorious battles, heroic deeds, bold adventure and the dreadful cunning, all depicted in the acts of these valiant and honourable men.
Around that time came the first arguments with my father, for he wished me to continue the family tradition as a merchant. My older sister was out of the question, for she was intended for Free Companionship due to the fact that of us two, she was the well-behaved and proper one. I, in contrary to my father's wishes at that time dug myself into books at the libraries and scribe offices around Schendi in determination to become officially qualified to explore more of the legends and ancient tales that so inspired me in those early years. Little did I know that my efforts at that time would bear such plentufl fruit, for after several years of frantic work, research and flayed nerves, I ascended in caste, laying down the crisp white and gold of the merchants, only to don the rich blue of the scribes.
More determined than ever now, I continued studying on my own, drinking the knowledge of our World's histories like a dry sponge, learning the language variations the peoples spoke, aquiring a skill in calligraphy by using pens, quills and brushes alike. At that time, I also discovered a long hidden passion for the visual art and depicting the world around us in picture, either by ink or charcoal; a skill I still strive to improve.
In the middle of my feverish studies, my father came to me with an offer of a possibile work place, even an apprenticeship in the Turian Embassy in Schendi, owned by an Arkin Kardesh of the before mentioned city. Willingly, I obliged, and so I found myself sorting the Embassy's accunts and other paperwork which had, for some odd reason, been left mostly unattended. I also took my apprenticeship at that time under the lady Ariel Cieran, the half-sister of the Emissary. I worked there for several years with many a story to write down from that time.
Little did I realise then that my time working for the Embassy would come to an end, mostly due to unforseen and largerly unexpected events that took place, for the greater part consisting of a Free Companionship in the making between the Emissary and myself. After the ceremony had been completed, I had moved to Turia with him, expecting to spend my life there, behind the nine gates and the high walls. Of course, as it would happen so often, life once more proved me wrong.
Months later, when I was already heavy with child, we departed Turia, our faith in the reigning Administrator shaken and now, laying crumbled on the floor. I returned to Schendi for a few days to stay with my family there as my Free Companion settled the most urgent matters in regard to the move, before we departed for Jove. We stayed there for some months, so that I could deliver the twins, Ayla and Mehira, who are by now sleeping beside me as I write, and to greet some old friends of Arkin's. After we had properly organised ourselves, we set way for the far off city of Thentis, where we settled down for a while as well. I then tended and renovated the Cylinder of Records in Thentis, while a tarn's wing was also formed under the name of our House, to provide trained guardsmen, warriors and tarnsmen. Soon, we departed Thentis as well for reasons, I myself yet do not fully realise and turned south, claiming the Home Stone of Fort Haskins for ourselves, where we reside now. »
To be continued.. .