With the apparent success of the latest Orzan, Pamorii Korzain decided that she should see our AshaniStones. Five of us paid our respects to Jarazine Saer Nav and he gave us his and the Orzan's blessing to journey to our Ashani stones. We had a difficult road to travel, as we were unfamiliar with the country and the people there were suspicious and hostile towards us.

After one cycle of the Irkorai (the white moon)we found the Ashanistones of the our tribe. We were filled with horror to see that the four stones had been taken from their sacred grounds and were used as the corner stones of temple of the One God. The Ashani had been placed near the very spirits that seek to steal them from this world. We wept for our ancestors and we were filled with rage with the disrespect shown to them. Korzain restrained our fury and with great care went to inspect each Ashani stone.

The sacred marks were filed smooth and filled in. In turn the symbols of the One God were brazenly carved on top of the ancestors signs of power. Although, it was dark a priest of the One God watched us. The Pamorii began to commune with the ancestors in the stones. Even though the runes were erased and the One Gods symbols are defacing the Ashani Stones, Pamorii Korzain was able to speak with the Ashani. To demonstrate that she did, the erased runes glowed with the light of the ancestors and we trembled with hope. Korzain told us that the Ashani were fighting for their existence. The power of the One God was drawing the Ashani to him and riping them from this world. They had lost many, but were renewing hope because we had come. Pamorii Korzain said that the Ghost Callers must be told of what is happening to the Ashani stones. As we turned to go the priest shouted at us to stop, calling us agents of the Dark Praj. When we turned to run he called for the guard. We quickly slew the six guards they sent after us.

For the next several days we engaged in a running battle with forces of the Pirem Empire. To buy time for the Pamorri, Naeran and I stayed behind and set ambushes for our pursuers. For four days we fought alternating between ambush and hunting those who would detain our Pamorii. On the fourth day Naeran and I ambushed four horsemen. Fate, wounds and fatigue determined that these riders were a bait set for us and we sprung the trap. Although, we struggled and fought with courage and savagery, it was not enough. Naeran was killed and I fell into darkness.

I woke in a cell. My wounds tended and slowly healing. I learned that my life was bought, for my skill with a spear became valuable for some. So I was now in the hands of a slaver. After I had recovered I was sold to gladiatorial stable. I was filled with despair and did not want live as a slave and entertain the rich and the soft, I could not lie down and die.

If I die here ... in the sands of the arena who will take my spirit to the Ashanistones? I may be captive of the people of the One God, but I will not willingly give my soul to the One God. I will see the day when the Ashani are liberated from the stones and once again live.

I am Kurai, spear of the Ghost Callers (GhostCallers?) and I will colour the sands red to win my freedom.