#urkai

The Hunters Three.

I think I must have accidentally chosen the same flashpoint option on every single playthrough I've done - when I went to look up their names I found to my surprise that the werak name isn't always The Shattered Hearts.

ALOY: Didn’t need to tell them a thing. They already knew.

The Hunters Three

- Tatai

- Tulemak

Luwyn meets the Urkai

The cluster of horses enclosed around them. The woman in front still waved her spear in Luwyn’s face. Her face was marked with red and blue paint, and elaborate patterns swirled around her arms and thighs. She wore a tiara made of pale blue beads, and the same beads dotted her scarlet braids.

She thrust her spear out again. “You. Come with us.”

Garu stepped in front of Luwyn.

“He will be going nowhere with you,” Garu hissed. His swords were extended and he nearly growled at the woman.

She shook her head and curse and waved her spear’s blade at Garu’s neck. “Move, elf of Reilin. Your home is far from here.”

Garu shrugged. “I’m on a job. And that job is to protect this one here.”

She shook her head again. “Our job. He is our blood.” She turned and looked at Luwyn with large, sad, pale blue eyes. “My blood.”

Luwyn looked into her eyes, and stepped in front of Garu, ignoring his protests. The woman get off her horse and stepped closer to Luwyn. She was nearly a head taller than him, and thin muscle lines her arms and legs. She was an imposing figure, but her face was so tired and sad, as if she was remembering someone she had lost long ago.

Luwyn swung his pack around and pulled out the tattered little leather bound book that the strange old woman had given him at the Late Market in Siros. He flipped it open and turned to the page with the drawing of an Urkai tribesmen. Luwyn lifted the drawing next to the woman’s face. The red colored hair and dark skin matched, the pale blue eyes matched. He flipped to the next page and read a line. Horse lords who ruled the grasslands of Gaelenor.

“Asai,” Luwyn said fluently. The words snapped of his tongue, the pop echoed through the air.

The woman smiled and nodded. “U arume asai, me arume, me ara,” she sounded off in the god-tongue.

“What did she say, Luwyn?” Garu asked, calling Luwyn by his actually name for the first time in nearly a week.

Luwyn understand her just fine. He looked back at Garu. Fila smiled at Luwyn behind him and nodded.

“She said, ‘your family are asai, shaman. My family. My blood’,” Luwyn explained. He turned back to the woman. “Do you know someone named Kya?”

The woman’s chest swelled and her eyes watered until fat tears fell down her cheeks. She held her chin high, but Luwyn could see the tremble in her jaw.

“Me serr,” she said. “Te’o mar, te’o fe siir! Asha Anwe, asha Ise e Isani!”

Luwyn choked up. Tears pooled in his eyes as the woman stretched out her hands toward Luwyn.

“My name is Kaea,” she said. “Kya was my serr, my sister. Which would mean you are—”

They embraced, hugging each other hard, as if they hadn’t seen one another for a very long time. Luwyn cried into her shoulder. He hugged her for the father he never met, the mother he has never met, and the uncle he had lost. They embraced for what seemed like forever.

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