>>5668139>Art: Herb Kawainui Kāne>Alt-text: The Pu'ukohola Heiau at sunset the moon and a mountain in the background. Several native Hawaiians stand on the slope of its hill.The seaspray stings your eyes as the fleet pulls to shore. Your parents always gave you shit for that “Ours is the tribe that knows the sea” and all that, but they’re locked up and you’re free, so who's really the smart one?
“Finally, land! Someone get me a drink.”
Nizax: You’re not a chief anymore, Makana. You’re here to serve The Great Peace, not party.
“I’d be a lot more <span class="mu-i">peaceful</span> with a few in me. Speaking of...”
The telltale smells of Kalua Pua’a fill your nostrils as soon as hit the beach.
Nizax: Ambassador Lani, thank you for the celebration. Not all of the fleet are Ahi but this feast will be welcomed all the same.
Lani: Of course. My tribe was shown the true way of the Loa, it is my duty to spread it to the others.
“And to build yourself a pretty nice temple while you're at it. “
Lani: The Moku ʻole Heiau brings honor to us and The Loa! This place was barren of their blessings before we came.
“And how much of our Dreamdoor did you sell to pay for your pleasure place? Last I checked we were here for their weapons, not your vacation."
Lani: Insolent-
Nizax: That’s enough Makana. Lani was chosen for her faith. Spreading The Great Peace can’t be done with trade alone. We’ll need to change hearts and minds here as well.
Lani: My thoughts exactly. Come with me Captain, there is much to discuss
Nizax: You can say it here. I can’t lead a crew if I’m keeping secrets from them.
You give the ambassador a smirk as she begrudgingly accepts
Lani: This Not-Island looks at peace, but it is a sick one that is fraying. They have no chiefs or even laws. Money and bloodshed are the only powers here. The wealthy band together in “Guilds” each selling a different necessity as if the human life was something to be carved like a swine.
Nizax: No chiefs? But last I was here we saw a ruler and the Anyaten...
Lani: Are a cult of death worshippers from across the sands. Raises from youth to kill in some perverse vision of “mercy.” The Guild that controls all water pays them in weapons and slaves to indoctrinate. In return, they kill the guild's enemies.
Nizax: Slavery, death cults... maybe this place does need the Loa's blessing.
Lani: It has it. The tides of rebellion are forming, I’ve spoken with those who seek change. Change we can bring.
