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At a young age the shaman read Thalitha'amak’s fate. It was well known among his tribe. Everyone admired him for it. Everyone expected great things of him. Everyone but him. Thalitha'amak simply wanted solitude. Himself and the hills. Perhaps a nice female goliath on the other side of those hills… But certainly not any grand fate etched into his skin from birth. So he changed it. His skin, his life, and his fate. He wrote himself a new fate and inscribed it into his skin. The tribe was shocked. The shaman infuriated. He was shortly thereafter exiled. He walked away with no regrets following a new fate that only he knew.

Ran sprints today. 100m sprinting followed by 100m walking. Total of 2 miles combined with 1 mile of sprinting. Helped pickup a basketball floor and put up a stage for my workout tonight. Yeah its light but time has been at a premium this weekend. EDIT(realized I didn't post friday's workout): Friday Morning did PT with ROTC. Did a mix workout circuit: Run 50m do 20 Mountain Climbers Run 100m do 20 pushups. Run 150m do 20 crunches. Run 200m do 20 squats. Repeat After 2nd time jog 400m Do 20 squats. Do 20 pushups, 20 crunches, 20 jumping jacks Run 50m sprint. Do 20 pushups, 20 crunches, 20 jumping jacks Run 200m sprint. This sounds like a lot but honestly felt less intense then the 40 min of 100m sprints we did Wednesday.

He looks like a cross between an alley cat, a thin man, and a rat. At six foot he’s a fairly tall biped covered in brown fur with a white tigerstripe pattern, a characteristically furless rat tail bobs behind him. Brownish yellow eyes glance back and forth as he heads down the hallway to his room. An odd looking figure at best, he is wearing a fine black vestment underneath which he is wrapped in a ghostly cloth. A plain cloak and worn gloves complementing dark leather bracers. There are two small weapons sheathed on his shoulders and a bag on his back between them. Intricately knotted and woven green vines wrap around his feet. His head is adorned with a simple tattered cloth band. A small wooden turtle hangs on a rope from his neck. Another carved wooden frog hangs from his right wrist. Alone in his room, he checked quietly for any observers before sitting down and taking off the two wooden animals. Placing them before him he started to talk in his native tongue. “Hey….. its...