Eight Arms and the Mask

I first heard this story in an Esrolian barracks. Hearing it is very different from reading it, for when you hear it performed there are always Red Women banging on the tables, yelling encouraging things to the speaker, whistling and cheering, and occasionally throwing glances your way. I found this written version in Holay, in the Knowing God's temple in Fylich Kwan. I cannot at this time speak to any regional differences between the Esrolian, Holayan, and any other versions that may exist. It was the days when the Grand Order had not been lost, but was slipping away. It was the days when Orlanth was King of the Gods and there were many gods to be king of still. It was in those days when Vinga went out from the tula to go fishing. This was not an extraordinary event. She was still a young woman, not quite ready in her own mind to plow the luscious fields of the Storm Tribe. But wherever she went, she carried her spear and her shield with her, and many were the eyes...