It is often strange how some objects can become the center of myths. These objects are not necessarily magical, but are still regarded with great importance. The Spear of War'ka'chour is one of them.
According to the myths of the Raindancer tribe, it was once held by a litorian named Talon, a strong capable warrior who always used the spear in the first hunts of the new year. He was very successful with it and eventually he and the spear became well regarded within the tribe. The spear was passed on through his descendants, when it was lost to "one who smelled of the west at war when the sun shone red in the morning sky, and the winds carried the cries of the lost and hopeless". No one knows what the description means, but the story has always told with those words.
The spear was said to "carry the sent of the first rain of the new year, the wood notched with the ages of the world old, yet it felt hearty. The top held within, a shaft of light from the setting sun. When it flew, it was true, like a hawk catching it's prey, swift like hard rain striking the cold ground."
It was said a descendant of Talon set out to find the great spear. He passed through many lands, saw many sights, and encountered many things. His travels became stuff of stories in the tribe. Sadly, he returned to the tribe many years later, having never found the spear.
The story of his journeys became the basis of one of the Trials of First Honor amongst the tribe of Raindancers. The rite is where the young are given a task to prove themselves in some way of being worthy of being apart of the tribe. Sometimes the tasks are difficult, but the expectation is not to complete the tasks. Instead the task gives insight to the person, proving one's worth to the tribe.
T’chour had always been a different one, with strange notions about the world around him. He regarded honor as something that governs other rather than regarding it as individual honor. He would also have a spiritual side. Many times he would be lost in thought, wander off by himself in search of something he could not describe. So when it was time for his Trial of First Honor, the elders thought that the Journey of Talon would be a suitable rite. It was not known if he would ever return, but clearly the young warrior yearned for a life outside the tribe.
On the advice of the elders, he went to seek out the family of Herzi to help him start on his journey. The family’s name was held in honor amongst the tribe. Several years ago they had saved several children Litorians from a pack of monstrous beasts. The tribe honored them and the family stayed with them for several weeks. They became well known in the tribe.
As T’chour traveled, he came across a band of warriors that knew a strange method of fighting as well as a strange way to live. He felt drawn to them and traveled with them for many months, learning the ways of monks and their life style. He resided for a time in the Monastery of the Emerald Dawn, but eventually his wandering heart called for the open road and he left the monk to continue his task for the Spear of War'ka'chour.
