Tale of a Simian

I - A Mysterious Temple
After making a journey to the Planu Heath to do some trade, I stumbled upon something that I could not completely grasp. I first noticed it while walking back to my home, CinnFiair, and saw flames above the tree tops about 300 meters away from Planu Temple's center. I panicked and ran as fast as I could! Leaping through the tree tops as the fastest way of travel thanks to my simian blood. And to my surprise it wasn't a forest fire, thank the gods! But in fact it was a temple and atop of it was flames. I decided to my my way up to it. And on the first floor of the monument there were traps! One wrong step and I would be skewered by an arrow! So I prayed to Wildaven and made my way up to the top. I stepped on one of the pressure plates but managed to dodge the incoming arrow. On the 2nd floor of this temple of sorts was not something as dangerous as traps. But something more to keep you from reaching the top of the temple. the stair way ended and there was little places to step. I decided to walk around the 2nd floor. Once again my simian blood came in handy! I found just the right column of vines and climbed up to the 3rd floor. Well it wasn't really a floor. It was more of the top of the columns of the 2nd floor. Once again I looked around for a way to get to the top. Finding the right set of vines was even more difficult. I studied the vines until I found the right patch of vine to get me atop. And sure enough I made it to the top of the monument. It was such a beautiful sight looking at Planu Heath, so I pulled out my favorite snack, a golden apple, and pulled out a vial of water. And had myself a bit of a picnic of sorts. Just gazing out over the forests and plains, and stayed on top of this monument and went to sleep.

II - My Birth Day
Today I am at the age of 250. I celebrated with a adventure to the beach. Helped out my dear friend Lillyanna build a beach resort if you will, it was quite the get away. And to my discovery I had shapshifted into a more humanoid appearance. Unfortunately my tail had not fully transformed. For that is the curse of simian shape shifting.

Something you may need to know about Simians is that once we reach our prime we can shape shift, not completely. For our tails can never change appearance. Not to fear we do not posses the ability to change into some giant beast and tear down cities. But only minor changes.Such as making the leap from monkey to human, with the catch that we can not change our tail. So most of us wrap it around our waist, almost like a belt, and go about our business. But only few simian can have this power. You must be of the royal blood line or be a simian and drink a vial of blood of a member of the royal bloodline.

Being said, the only Simians of the royal bloodline are the current king; Sun Wukong V (Darkmonkey21) age roughly 300, Tai Long (Psycotic1648) age just under 200, and myself Xuanzang. We all have our nicknames, I go by Xuan and my brothers go by Wunkong and by Tai.

I'm not quite sure why I didn't give my usual tale of discovery and relaxation. But I felt the need to clear things up and inform my audience. More lore on my race and my genealogy is sure to come in the coming future, that I am sure. I guess next time I will just have to give you a usual tale.

III - The Attack
There have been strange rumors going around that he who shall not be named has woken. I was just strolling when I walked past a few people talking. I stopped and listened in on their conversation. They were talking about whether or not these rumors have been true. On man claimed that he who shall not be named is a god! Another man called him out and argued that he not a god and doesn't exist! I thought this was quite not true. Considering all the strange occurrences in Frosthall. In fact my baby brother Tai Long has even battled this monster with his companions! So I boasted and said "He is nothing but a false god!" And walked off.

After this it seemed as though day never came. For what should have been multiple days turned into endless night. I assumed something was wrong with Deserma. Or that Wintivalian rituals have been constant. I asked for them to stop these rituals. But they kept happening. I decided to make the best of this never ending night and slay some beasts in the near by desert.

During the mass slaying of monsters, a massive group of creepers attacked! Then Lightning started striking them! What should of killed them only made them stronger! Then out of no where a Dragon came and attacked! I tried to make some space with the charged creepers and pulled out my bow and and started firing. Luckily the charged creepers attack power was all that was improved. Their defenses were all but the same. I easily killed them. But they just kept coming. Massive swarms of them surrounding me. I left my back open... And one blew up behind me! Knocking me on my chest and making me drop my bow. I reached for my bow and another one blew up. Blowing up the one right next to it, JUST starting this chain of explosions around me! Pummling me into the sand. Just leaving this crater with me in the center coughing up blood, bruised and beaten to a pulp. He who shall not be named then left me to die. But I fought as hard as I could to get to the safety of CinnFiair. I crawled back. Under the cover of nightfall.

Once I arrived back I Drunk a potion and prayed for healing. It didn't come though. I was left to suffer even by my god Wildaven. I was shattered. A broken image of who I used to be. I now make sure to watch my mouth and speak very cautiously. Im more jittery. More shot first kind of person. Just broken. And to this day I am waiting for someone to come and help me heal myself back up. My ribs shattered. My leg broken and my body bruised. So I now beg for help. Laying in my bed, waiting for salvation.