Fantasy THE CHRONICLES OF EIRIOND: Chapter One

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CHAPTER ONE
The Khaddorian Prince of Nothing
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GM Note:
Read every single post as some information may pertain to your character later on. Besides, it is common courtesy to read everything as people put a lot of efforts into creating a consistent post for the story.

It is a sandbox opening post. Meaning you may do as you wish with the given information and you may add to the details of the setting (highly encouraged). You do not have to start with direct interactions, although you must use the three locations given below.

Please make it clear atop every post where your character is located and with whom they interacting.

The next GM movement post will be Sunday, May 21st, 2017.

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Seafaring Myths
Location: Barnacle Point Harbor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Temperature: Humid, hot with no clouds.

The clock struck one. A bartender, also known as Curley "Two-fingered" Soames, looked at a crew of swashbuckling pirates entering his territory. It wasn't much, a swampy landmass and one of the many hundreds of islands composing the archipelago Barnacle Point Harbor, but it was his place. It was very close to the main islands of the pirate hub with three bridges branching off to surrounding islands. Only, there was one distinguishing feature about this particular landmass ... It was small. It was so small that only one tavern could be built on it and the island adopted its name. But Gods above, it was the most divine of all taverns.

" Welcome to the Saint-Pufferfish Alehouse." The toothless owner said over the loud chaos happening inside the tavern. His wrinkly face looked more disheveled than the rag he's been using for fifty years to wash the counter and he was probably one of the smallest valekian pirates that ever existed.

"What can I do for ya?" He said as he snorted whatever mucus didn't drip on the floor.

" I will just take a cup of ale, please. " A handsome elf said with very fluent Andaric. He stood out incredibly. His hair was blonde and cut short. His ears were not as pointy as most elves, but nonetheless a predominant feature. His clothes were of a turquoise silk and encrusted with rare gems. It was a complete contrast to the typical marauders clothing.

" Yea, not until I see the money, kid. " The old man said with his sloppy lips, just propping his elbows on the counter with his palm open. The blonde elf looked at his dirty hand, only two fingers and nails curving downwards. Gross.

" Of course, " He said politely as he pooled out a bag of coins and placed it on the wooden counter. Two-fingered Soames raised his eyebrow, making his forehead look like an obese valekian lady's belly. "Yeah, no. I see those ruby's and diamonds, " he said, his smile expanding and able to make a poor child cry. The freebooters around laughing wholeheartedly.

" Ya tell ham, Curley! Ain't no rich boy's neighborhood, elf. " An orc spat, boasting his hairy green chest as he laughed.

" Shut your mouth, Kagor. " Curley said as he jumped off from his chair disappearing below the counter. Some noise could be heard behind the scene and then a cup of black ale was smashed in front of him, spilling some of its liquid on the counter. " Here ya go, son, " he said before bawling next to serve another client.

The elf looked at the drink, eyeing it for a second before bringing it to his lips, to his misfortune. He managed to keep a stoic face before placing the drink back down.

" Aymon," A women said as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Finally, Elora. " he said as he stood up from the stool with grace and proceeded to follow his partner.

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General Knowledge of the Pirate Hub:
- 1,500 residents.
- A notorious site for pirate hangings.
- Trading point between Eadith, Khauran, and Shegura
- Overrun by gambling, theft, prostitution.
- Streets lined with taverns and brothels.

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Hell Hath no Fury
Location: Western Khauran
Time of Day: Morning
Temperature: Warm with a breeze.

The main entrance was crowded with the populace. It looked like it was overrun by ants high above the grand castle of Caelfath. From the prince's perspective, it was quite hypocritical to see such a gathering. Only a week ago, many citizens and a lot of noble families contested the decision of King Tithus. Marrying a Jotaigy woman of all things. An uncivilized, barbaric, daughter of a brutal Kaist known for being merciless with the execution of not 1 or 2, but 10 Taurenites. Sure, they were criminals who disobeyed the treaty established between both tribes, but many called out King Tithus for not doing his duty to protect them.

Yet, here they were, all crying of joy that finally both tribes were joining under matrimony and that unnecessary bloodshed between brothers would stop. It was probably one of the most sacred rituals in their culture, yet here he was stuck with a woman he will probably never love. A woman with nothing but hatred in her heart. He did his research on her. Not much in common and certainly a nightmare from rumors.

" Prince Helsien," a servant said as he bowed before the Prince. " Your father requests you at the entrance of the castle, " he added as he waited for a response, his eyes never rising above his chest.

" Understood. You may leave Qassam, " he said as he took a deep breath as he stood up from his comfortable red velvet sofa. The servant proceeded to leave the moody prince on his own. Helsien was known for his temperament when one on one. If you did anything to challenge him or patronize him, your life could well possibly be on the line until the King saved you. And these days, the King didn't have much energy to deal with his son. His power was dwindling and he had very little time left on Eiriond.

Helsien walked down his golden room, his head held high. He was ready to meet this infamous daughter of Kaist Throdd. In fact, he was equally curious about this Khaddorian given the title of the Merciless unlike his father named after his weakness for the populace, Tithus the Poor. Were they of any use to them? The Tauren tribe held a powerful army and could easily crush them, but his father had other ideas and much more noble values. He truly believed in a united Khaddorian nation and Helsien... Well, he wanted to understand his father's dying wish.

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General Information about Tauren Kingdom:
Size: 8,522 sq miles
Civilization: 39%
Wilderness: 60%

Castles: 12
Castle Ruins: 3

Population Density: 72 people per sq miles
Total Pop: 613,584
Rural: 92%
Urban: 4%
Isolated: 4%

Urban Population Centers:
1. Caelfath (pop: 9,300)
2. Town (pop: 4,600)
3. Town (pop:5,000)
4. Town (pop: 2,800)
5. Town (pop: 2,843)

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Tales as old as Time
Location: Metsa Jungle, southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid

Thundering footsteps echoed throughout the jungle. The sound of branches crashing into the dirt below as a majestic Gru walked amongst the trees. What seemed almost strange was the sight of a young Khaddorian sitting in his hand, feeling the wind dancing across his gray fur. He was no bigger than the Gru's pinky branch, but he looked like he could conquer this world tomorrow with his childish grin.

"This is the best day of my life!" He shouted throwing his hands in the air as he laughed. "Thank you so much for the trip, Fladrif!" the little kid said as he grinned with his mouth full of sharp teeth.

The Gru's voice echoed loudly as he laughed, sending leaves flying high above the skies. " Oh Rakat, just like your ancestor himself. Full of curiosity, " he said as he made a loud step forward.

Rakat nodded eagerly in response. "He was so cool, Fladrif. I am so happy mom called me after our prophet. He was powerful and kind, wasn't he?" he asked the Gru. It was a fun experience for Fladrif. He only knew this little fella for perhaps half a year. He was the son of a cultivator and lived in a nearby town not too far from Rakatstad.

" He was powerful indeed, and as kind as he could be, " Fladrif said with a sigh. " You know, Rakat... I actually knew him. He was a friend of mine. " he said and the young Khaddorian's eyes glimmered. " I know silly! You told me already! You really do have a fish memory!" he said with a small laugh.

" Hey now, I've been alive longer than most. I know a lot and I can't remember every single thing, you know? " Fladrif said.

That is when he saw a camp not too far away, but far enough for them not to have identified the source of the sound. The Gru immediately stopped music as he rooted his feet on the ground already. Rakat looked at him noticing how the Gru was already starting to solidify and blend in with the other trees.

"What happened?" he whispered not seeing any immediate threat.

"Shush... You must escape before they find you, Rakat. Do so before, now! " he said as his eyes closed. It was rare for any Valekians to even be here. And the sight of them now was as unpleasant as it was rare for the Gru.

Rakat didn't see the danger as he raised an eyebrow. " Huh?" he asked himself as he just laid down and stared ahead finally seeing the camp. He was high on the ground and they probably wouldn't see him if he stayed there.

"What a strange bunch of fur-less Khaddorians... They look weird!" he said with big wide eyes showing a bit of disgust at how ugly they were.

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Jotaigy Territories:
Size: 7,056 sq miles.
Civilization: 19%
Wilderness: 80%

Castles: 5
Castle Ruins: 1

Population density: 35 people per sq miles.
Total Pop: 246,960
Rural: 87%
Urban: 8%
Isolated: 5%

1. Rakatstad (pop:5,900)
2. Town (pop:2,800)
3. Town (pop:1,900)
4. Town (pop: 6,900)
5. Town (pop: 2,257)

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[Green Pepper]

Ashfa & Ylva

Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid

Even though Ashfa had lived in hot temperatures her entire life, this was something different, even for her. Humidity was making her sweaty and itchy, and she could only imagine how much worse it was for her friend and companion, Ylva. Sitting where she was, under the shade as a pretense of staying cool, she watched as the Nord began packing up camp. She thought of helping her, but then stopped herself. There was actually a better way.

She stood up and raced over to her pack, quickly unbuckling the cover and then pulling out one of the compartments. It was going to be a quick fix, but at least her friend wouldn’t feel too horrible. As for Ashfa, she figured she could handle the heat… hopefully.

“I need your canteen,” she called out. She didn’t wait for permission, grabbing it before heading back to her pack. “Don’t worry… uhm… it will still taste good…” She gave a little chuckle before taking hold of the compartment and heading back to where she had been sitting before. Once settled, she opened the compartment, taking out a rather small pestle and mortar. It wasn’t long before she chose the dry herbs she wanted to use and began crushing them into a powder.

As she did, she couldn’t help but sing softly to herself, a habit she had picked up from her mother. It made her feel nice, and it helped her work faster.

“Sweet little bird resting in my arms,
The songbird is singing on the road
This is the happiness in our world
There are no tears in our world”

The sound of Ash singing was enough to bring the tiniest of smiles to Ylva’s face despite everything. The heat was getting to her, souring her mood. It was not long after dawn and she could already feel sweat running down the small of her back and on top of that she felt exhausted. The night hadn’t been much cooler and she had spent most of the night tossing and turning as real sleep eluded her. Still, there was something about Ash’s enthusiasm for life that was infectious enough to lift Ylva’s spirits a little.

After wrestling the last few items of camp detritus into her pack and tying it shut Ylva slumped in the against a tree trunk in the vain hope that shade would make the slightest bit of difference to her discomfort and watched her companion. She had no idea what Ashfa was concocting but it was alway mildly interesting to watch her work, her hands darting between the various little pots as she ground and mixed their contents.

As she watched out of the corner of her vision Ylva watched as a flock of bird poured into the sky before circling and settling down in a new tree. This wasn't the first time this morning that this had happened and the birds had been rather closer than she would have liked this time.

“How long will this take Ash?” Ylva asked, keeping all traces of concern out her voice, she didn’t want to worry her friend for what might be nothing. “We ought to get moving soon. There's a lot of road still to Rakatstad and something is moving around out there that I’d rather avoid if we can.”

“Not much longer,” Ashfa promised. She was nearly done. It was much easier to grind dried ingredients than fresh ones, even though fresh ones would have been more potent. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, however, and she was sure this much would be enough.

Soon enough, the powder was in the canteen. Ashfa shook it vigorously before standing up and handing it to Ylva. “Don’t uhm… don’t drink it all in one go… alright?” She smiled at her companion before turning around to pack up her pack once more. If something was out there, she didn’t want to be the reason they couldn’t head out in time. It wasn’t too long before she had the pack on her back once more, tightening the straps so that it wouldn’t accidentally slip off.

She then sidled closer to Ylva. “I’m ready... uhm…” She looked at the trees surrounding them; her eyes saw nothing but green, and her ears heard nothing but jungle sound. Well, she trusted Ylva and could expect the Nord to have better senses then her. “Let’s go…”

With Ash ready to go Ylva stoppered the canteen and slowly worked her way to her feet. Whatever Ash had mixed into her water seemed almost magical, every time Ylva took a sip of water the heat seemed to become more manageable for a small while. The girl had talent, that was for certain. Ylva sometimes wondered if she shouldn’t gently encourage Ashfa to give up the road and settle down somewhere. Her friend could make far more coin if she had a shop rather than peddling her wares from a pack at the side of the road but then it was hard for Ylva to imagine life without Ashfa by her side and the girl seemed content enough with her lot and so Ylva never quite got round to suggesting the idea.

Another column of birds leapt from a tree on a ridge to their left and just for a moment, Ylva could've sworn that there was someone on the rise watching them. She stared at the ridge until hey eyes stung, maybe there was no one there. Sometimes birds just flew. She tried to put the thought that someone might be watching them out of her mind as she buckled up her sword belt and swung her pack onto her shoulders but the feeling continued to gnaw at her already frazzled nerves.

“Right, back down to the path and then the same direction as yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that” Ylva said with a grin that was far more certain that she felt.

Once Ash had disappeared behind a tree Ylva unhooked the small folded crossbow from her belt, extended the arms, cocked and fired it - the string snapping back with a highly reassuring twang - and hooked the little bow back on her belt fully assembled. As she walked to catch up with Ash the arms banged against her thigh and generally irritated her but at least if anyone was following the pair they wouldn’t be taken totally unprepared.

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Nar'Vosi
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He might not have woke, nor taken that fateful inhale of ash-filled air if not for the excruciating pain that surrounded every part of his body. The elf's lungs contracted--their seawater contents spilling back out in haggard, deep heaves. The knee-length cloak that had been his regalia had become heavy and waterlogged--a prison of tangled cloths and belts. Somewhere ahead of him, obscured by a field of shattered refuse, was his hat; the signature feathers danced atop the garment in the morning breeze. With outstretched and bloodied claws, the Dunmas grabbed a hold of the nearest chunk of wood, and pulled.

It took him several belabored tries before he could muster enough strength to lift himself from the sea. Even when he did at last roll over onto his back to rest, he still could not open his searing eyes. Some combination of ash, seawater, and tears had driven them red and raw--his crimson irises barely discernible against his inflamed scleras. Truthfully, he didn't want to open them. A deep inhale told him all he needed to about what awaited his gaze on the other side of his eyelids.

All around him, he could hear the rhythmic pounding of waves and the sharp crackle of burning wood competing to see which force of nature was louder. It didn't help that his head was both hammering and floating at the same time. It was all he had to think but a simple thought:

How am I still breathing?​

With a start, the captain rolled back over on his belly and forced his eyes open. His deep grey hands were flecked with crimson, and a myriad of shallow cuts and bruises lined his body. He felt almost none of it though, when at last he confronted the sight before him. Leaning against one of the hundred isles that dotted Khauren's southern coast was a monster of wood and canvas. Like a harpooned whale, she had been pinned and punctured by the judgement of a hundred cannonballs. Almost beautifully, the smoldering corpse of his dreams let off a towering cloud of pitch darkness into the sky above.

Against the cliff face, the port-side of the craft's hull had taken the brunt of the attack, and little but for several supporting beams remained of it. Like an architect's drawing, one could make out each of the floors below deck through the space where the hull had been moments before. The innards of his ship had been scattered in a hundred directions from where they had been thrown. He himself had drifted northwest from the bow, and as the great blaze continued to devour his craft from the inside out, the dehydrated sea captain locked eyes with the Avariel figurehead--her wooden eyes crying blackened tears of ash. If any of his crew yet lived, he could not hear them over the din. It was at that moment that Nar'Vosi wondered if in some cruel twist of fate, the captain alone had survived the slaughter.

As if to confirm his morbid ruminations, a thunderous cracking sound tore through the space around him. One of the masts--now little more than a fiery column framed by the rising sun--came towering forward, slamming into the figurehead of the ship and dislodging it. With a bellowing KERPLOOSH sound, both the mast and the Avariel tumbled into the water below. In silent shock, he watched the head of his angel dip beneath the surface, and for every moment that the outstretched wings sunk after it, he felt hot tears beginning to build.

When they finally did disappear into the murky depths below, the sadness in his heart was replaced by a blithering rage. Like a cornered animal, he lashed out: the dunmas screamed wailed against the soaked wood, all the wile pounding it with both fists until he succeeded in splitting every knuckle on both hands. Like the fire that surrounded him, the elf hoped he'd be swallowed by the sea again:

What cruel fate to be saved but only to relive this misery!​

Though he wished for nothing more in that moment than to let go of the driftwood, a familiar voice pulled him from his frustrations. Before he could tell who was speaking, the elf swiveled onto his back with a renewed vigor; he was both thrilled and anxious to know who of his men yet lived. To see Twembo's face again was like bathing in ice--he was both calmed and shaken at the same time. Of course it made sense that his merfolk friend would survive.

"Cap'tain. I found you." Twembo's pale aquamarine visage did not mirror the joy in his voice. Even Nar'Vosi's right hand man looked stricken with shock--neither pirate yet in full control of their faculties. Nar'Vosi opened his mouth to respond, but had little left to say. In truth, he was afraid to blink lest Twembo not be there when he opened his eyes again. The elf shook himself into shape, and spoke.

"How? How did you survive the blasts?" Nar'Vosi gripped his surrogate brother's face with both of his bloodied hands in glee, before helping his friend aboard the ramshackle raft. "I dove off, and stayed below the water. Tried to find drowners, but the water became cluttered fast." The pirate was succinct in his words, his recount a means of processing the tragedy that had befallen them. "I found you though. Pulled you up and out. Went back for the hat." Indeed, Nar'Vosi had barely noticed that Twembo had retrieved the hat from where it was floating, and now held it in one hand. The captain nodded wordlessly, and took the piece from his friend's outstretched hand.

Delicately, Nar'Vosi positioned the singed cap atop his head once more, and though the feathers remained limp and the lip tattered, he felt a great deal more in control. "We're not going to die out here. We go north through these isles until we hit Khauren. Better brush up on your Jorgethi on the way." Nar'Vosi tracked the rising sun with his eyes, before pointing ahead of himself. They would be traveling through an opening between two jutting isles--the warship that had ambushed them had been positioned on the other side of the gap. He had seen the name of the ship as it passed behind the islands, but in that moment couldn't recall it.

After twenty or so minutes of paddling, Twembo asked, "What's the plan when we get to port, captain?" Nar'Vosi looked over his shoulder at his companion, and through clenched teeth he responded.

"When we get on dry land again, the plan is to figure out who did this. Then, the plan is to make them pay." ​

 

[Calypso Major]

~Cerylia Dwynwen~
Location: Western Khauran
Time of Day: Morning
Temperature: Warm with a breeze.
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Stepping off of the riverboat, an elven girl silently observed her surroundings. While she had realized the couple of months' travel by sea wouldn't bring her directly to Rakatstad, she never thought she would have had to take another boat in order to get to here!

Khaddorians are so complicated...

Then again, perhaps not. After all, she was invited to what was considered as a fortress in terms of Khauran civilization-- so it would make sense that it would be harder to access than others. Hence the reason she was confronted by a couple of Khaddorian guards at the front entrance, where she was inquired to show them the invitation she carried.

When asked to take off the mask, she politely refused. "In my tribe, it's forbidden to show our faces until we've been claimed. If you need to confirm my identity, double-check with whoever sent these invites personally." Somehow, the guard in question decided that she was believable enough to let through the doors, and so Cerylia found herself walking into the city--not ignorant of the large amount of ruckus coming from...well, she wasn't sure.

Trying to locate the source of the noise, Cerylia continued to walk, turning a corner to find herself on the outskirts of a large...very large crowd. After a few minutes of struggle as the elf attempted to observe what was going on near the front, she noticed a couple of jutting edges from a nearby building. With a couple of jumps, she soon enough found herself a decent pair of footholds to stand on--her hand grabbing the corner of the building behind her for support.

Ah, so it's some sort of ceremonial chorus? The crowd's gathered in front of the castle...

Hopping back down, the elven girl tried to find a way through the crowd. It would be rude of her to not inform the engaged couple of her presence--not to mention she had absolutely no idea where else to go. "Excuse me, pardon me--ah, my apologies." Keeping her mask secured with one hand, she slowly began to make her way through the crowd, making sure to stop every now and then when the crowd became extremely clustered.

By Velik, this is going to take some time.

 

[Furasian]

The Ranger's Awakening
Location: Caelfath, Military district.
Ending Location: Caelfath Main Gate

The barracks was almost desolate with today's events calling upon those who served the king's military arm. There were many bunks in the wooden structure that showed to be vacant ever since the military and guard had been issued their orders. In the far corner of the dormitory though sat a young khaddorian, his back turned turned to the door that lead to the world beyond this empty room. It was a young Ansen Leegot, alone with a rather well-kept bow on his lap; his bow. He had patiently suffered through the past few weeks, watching other soldiers grabbing their equipment to earn their stories while he stayed within the safety of the walls, his heart longing for the unknown beyond the walls of Caelfath. The ranger expected this day to be another day full of training, full of waiting, while everyone else went to protect one of the most historical moments in Tauren history. Little did he know what fate had in store for him.

That fate came in the form of a well dressed Khaddorian, one who was familiar in the young ranger's eyes. It was a Jag by the name of Riekholm Alvaster, a aged fellow who had been burdened with supervising Ansen ever since the ranger had emerged from the healer's hall. Even thoug he was stable, he was never cleared to resume his duties, and that man made sure of that. At first it felt like the jag was his warden in a prison he did not wished to be locked up in, but as time passed he grew to understand the man and eventually they developed a mutual connection between eachother. It was like a babysitter keeping a rebellious child from sneaking out of the house for a night of shennanigans, in this case however the jag preferred such shennanigans over what Ansen truly wanted to do.

When Ansen picked up the sounds of someone entering he looked over his shoulder to see who it was. Upon noticing the other Khaddorian the ranger shot up on his two feet and stood erect and still, his eyes forward while he waited for his superior to say something. The moment Ansen made the motion to stand though, his superior officer raised a palm up to the ranger, gesturing him to remain seated.

"Remain seated, Dakon... We have much to talk about." The old Khaddorian said, a grunt escaping him as he sat down on the bed across from Ansen's bed.

Ansen hesitated at first, but followed the man's wish, his hands resting ontop of his recurve bow that returned to his lap after he sat down. However the moment Riekholm laid eyes on the weapon a hand was extended out towards Ansen.

"The bow, please." The response was almost impulsive and Riekholm got the bow like requested. Once it was placed in his hands, he began inspecting the weapon, looking over the recurve, plucking at the string. "Your bow... You have swapped out the string and polished the wood. Are you planning to go somewhere, ranger?"

Ansen shook his head in response to the inquiry, reinforcing his answer with a statement. "I have... Instructions not to leave the capital until you release me, sir." The old didn't say anything at first, but eventually a heavy sigh surfaced.

"Ansen you are young. Many young men here have been just as eager as you to earn their stories." Riekholm said, his half-eyed gaze peering over the piece of art in his hands. "If you are too anxious over going back to your front, you will forget to live your life before it is too late. Many like you have died because of their reckless ambitions, and many more won't know what to do when their military career comes to an end." He stopped again, then peered into the ranger's eyes. It was obvious Ansen was listening, but Riekholm could see that this wasn't something that could merely be told. It was something that one would learn through experience if they survive long enough. "Are you familiar with current events?"

"Yes, it is the only pass time I have, sir."

A chuckle escaped the jag that sat before Ansen. "With the many things to do here you choose to listen to the daily gossip, Ansen? Perhaps the men here have yet to corrupt you with ideas of late night destructive behaviors." As the old man spoke he stood and held the bow out in his right hand, while his left hand motioned the ranger to stand. "Come with me and bring your equipment Ansen."

The order made Ansen's eyes widen. There was a new sort of excitement coursing through his veins, one that could easily compare to a young man getting his first sword. Could this be it? Could this be the old man finally cutting him loose? He thought he would never live to see this day. IT had been weeks, perhaps months, but on this morning Riekholm was leading him out of the barracks. Of course he got his gear together and soon after the two made their way out. "Does thi-?"

"I am only releasing you to your duties because I know you are needed, Ansen. However I still see the flame in your eyes and it concerns me. Do not make me regret this, young Dakon. You are gifted and in a mindset to do good things, but you can not let that lead you to your death." The two traveled through crowded streets while they conversed. With the special event dragging everyone out of the daily routine it would have been difficult for Ansen to navigate to the gate alone. With the help of Riekholm however they were able to get more exclusive access and paths of travel. While they proceeded to the gate the pair spoke to one another, but this time it was more strictly about the business of being a soldier rather than well being checks. With each statement followed a question from Ansen which would remain dormant until the jag was done explaining his role in securing the region surrounding the paths intended to be used for the royal guest's safe travel.

"But can we expect this to go uninterrupted? Why not have me oversee the usual frontier? If you do not mind me asking sir.."

"Because very few can do what rangers are trained to do, young Dakon. There's a tad bit of tracking that needs to be done, if we are to make sure this historical event has the protection it deserves." Once the discussion was through Riekholm and Ansen were at the main gate where he would give Ansen a scroll containing details of those he is responsible for.

Ansen took the scroll, staring at it for the longest of time. He then tucked the scroll away in his satchel, taking a step back to give the jag that stood before him a slight bow. "It would be an honor to take this assignment."

"Then review your orders, and head out whenever you are ready. Keep in mind there are people waiting on you... Every minute counts. You now carry a very serious burden... Remember what I have taught you during your time here."

With that Riekholm left Ansen who still tightly clenched the scroll in his hand, his gaze rather fixated on the rolled up piece of paper. He was free to do his duty once more, but even now he began questioning whether or not he was ready for the task.

 

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The next GM movement post will be Sunday, June 4th, 2017.​

Hell Hath no Fury
Location: Caelfath, Western Khauran
Time of Day: Morning
Temperature: Warm with a breeze

A carriage made of carved Aesniper, a type of tree only grown in the region, was stationed right at the front of the majestic castle. It is a rich red color, carved by the best Taurenite woodworker. It had bright blue curtains with a shadow appearing. Helsien knew instinctively that his father was already waiting and without further discussion with the servants, he entered the carriage.

"I was starting to wonder when you would come," His father said. The smell of oranges filled the restrained area as King Titus cut his fruit with an adorned knife.

Helsien stared at his father with this disappointment. It was a shame to see him turn out that way. He was disheveled despite all the wealth covering him, his broad shoulder lumping forward and his fur very thin and weak. "News ended up being well received by the mass. It is reassuring to know. Although, rumors run that in Rakats-" he was about to say before coughing loudly. The knife dropped onto the metallic plate and his hand reached to his mouth. Blood splattered on his hand and Helsien immediately grabbed the tissue next to him and wiped the hand of his father with no hurry.

"Have you taken your medicine, Father?" He asked him calmly. Titus gave a snarky laugh as he looked at him. " Oh if you think that medicine will help me, you are a fool just like your father," he said. He coughed once more, leaning his head against the pole. " I've sinned. I've sin terribly. This is a mere curse from the Gods." he said before coughing loudly. The carriage stopped and the royal guards asked if the King was okay.

"I am fine! Move forward you halfwits!" he snapped angrily. Helsien simply waited to see what his father would do next. It was odd to see him snap to the guards, but when he did, it usually indicated sadness.

" Perhaps I am a fool like my father. One who prays for Gods out of fear rather than love. Nonetheless, it is no excuse to avoid taking the medication of the Physician. He went out of his way to collect the ingredients, even roam in Valekian territories. " he said as he managed to remove the bits of splatter stuck on the claws.

" Oh trust me. That was no heroic act, " he said looking with spite at his son. He took him by the collar and pulled him closer. " Give or take three days, I will be gone. But you promise me one thing Helsien," he said very quietly. "Just one thing..." he trailed off but the carriage finally came to a stop.

Helsien took hold of his father's fist and frowned. Something was strange about him, this man did not resemble his father whatsoever. This man had hatred in his eyes!

"My King," A guard said as he opened the curtain, " My Prince. We have arrived at the commoner's place. " he added as he took a step backward giving them more than enough space to step down. The crowd before them immediately bowed down at the sight of the royal family. Rarely did they come out of the castle these days.

The announcers blew their horns making it loud and clear that the King and Prince have arrived. They were lead towards the overlooking platform where the royal family usually sat during festivals and such. It was a special occasion after all and no better than to be amongst the people, as King Titus would say. Ambassadors from across Khauran were gathered in that marbled platform. In fact, even a few from the Sheguran continent were present. Most of these ambassadors were leaders of small Khaddorian tribes that have pledged their loyalty to King Titus or count on doing so. Only a handful was of different species and even less were elves.

Meanwhile, in the crowd stood a lost ambassador. Every single leader on the platform looked as a guard struggled to help out this lost elf princess. She was obviously out of place with her oversized mask covering her face and her ears sticking out.

"Why hasn't anyone escorted her here?" King Titus asked with some anger in his voice. The Guards didn't really have any answer and the King gritted his teeth. No one really knew what to do at that moment but Helsien came before his father blew a fuse.

"Make sure her room is decorated with the most delicate flowers and a letter written to her apologizing for the inexcusable mistake," he said with his silky voice saving the ass of these freshly promoted royal guards. They quickly nodded before leaving the lieu and Helsien simply took in a deep breath before faking a smile. It was his engagement after all and a very important event in the history of Caelfath. Seeing all these foreign faces, different sub-species of Khaddorians that he never knew existed except in legends. It was truly something fascinating.

One by one, he welcomed them to his home but he was most curious about this masked lady. An elf? They were allies of Valekians which whether they wanted it or not are their long lost rival. He could see that she was probably amongst the Alozahni tribes with her longer than usual claws and the mask, of course. He wondered for a second what his father could possibly be plotting in his dying days.
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Tales as Old as Time
Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid.

Ylva's arrow came dangerously close to Rakat, he could feel the fur scraped right off his scalp. He's pupil dilated as he remembered the stories of his ancestors. 'Bare skin with only hair on the head, short and skinny, delicate hands and skin as pale as snow! I-it's a Valekian! he told himself. His heart pounded rapidly as he looked at them walking straight towards his village, towards his family!

'I have to tell them! he thought and he rapidly jumped towards the closest tree ever. He made a lot of noise and it could not be blamed on the wind. His fur was straight like a blade as he tried grabbing on the next branch he was hooking his claws on. He looked at the Valekians and he's eyes caught one of them. His heart pumped rapidly, fearing for his life. He knew that this was a flee or fight situation, and the first option seemed so appealing to him especially with the little knowledge he knew. There is never just one of them. Behind every Valekian stood ten. That was their power. They were big clans and they were cruel.

" You won't get away this time!" he said in Jogethi and in a split of a second, he sped off. He would not get caught by the likes of them. Sure, he was no taller than the smallest of them both, but he was a Khaddorian, a proud one at that. He was a direct descent of Rakat, the protector, their leader! He could not afford being captured now, besides he was fast. There were no chances of him getting caught, not unless they pulled some dirty trick of some sort he told himself.

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Mālsträm
Location: Rakatstad's Isles, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Moderate.

Warriors of the Jotaig tribe gathered on the edges of the isles. Their spears cocked towards two figures swimming towards the shore a few miles away. A warning had been sent already the moment two war boats were spotted with the addition of a pirate boat. Normally they would have let it past if it was only the Avariel, but they did not recognize the two foreign vessels.

Approaching the two figures, five Khaddorians with a menacing look fished them out quite roughly onto the boat. Two of the massive rescuers held ropes and were about to neutralize Nar'Vosi and his comrade, but the leader of the rescuing boat stopped them from doing so. He recognized Nar'Vosi from past trades, but he was never particularly close to him, not since he left the main crew.

" What are pirates doing here? It is not the trading season," he said in his native tongue. He wasn't sure if Nar'Vosi would even recognize him. Afterall, he was only in the same crew as him for perhaps a month before leaving.

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[Giltine13]

Zonran
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Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid


Zonran allowed a thin gust of air pass his lips as he reached for an arrow from his quiver. He was just about to nock, take aim and release the arrow when the ground shook under his toes, effectively scarring away the flock of Jaaghis into the sky above the reach of trees. He tried his best not to pout putting the arrow back in its place. He'll need to gnaw on grass for dinner again, if he doesn’t catch something good soon. He could already feel sleep curling its nasty fingers around him and to top it off right now there just weren't that many safe hunting grounds.

Another step thundered through the forest bringing the mix-breed’s attention to the towering Gru making their way past his hiding spot. He always found them quite the sight, but he couldn’t imagine being that size was very comfortable. Confusion filled him when a young, chirpy voice tickled his ears in between those powerful steps. There was no way that was the Gru’s voice and after a closer inspection, he could make out a small figure sitting in the Gru’s large palm.

Zonran crooked his head to the side when the two’s little stroll came to an abrupt end and the Gru hurriedly merged with the surrounding trees. He could only assume that the giant had noticed the Valekians camping nearby. He tiptoed closer to the scene, avoiding every twig and rustle while staying hidden in the shadows. He wanted to take a peek at the intruders in case something the Gru had seen was worrisome for him as well. The mix-breed had been trying to avoid fights for now, but that didn't mean he'd cower when someone had stepped over the line. If anything, he was itching to blow off some steam.

Zonran had caught wind of those two on the first day they had entered the forest, but he hadn’t initiated any sort of confrontation. Recently, there had been a lot of movement through the jungle – he had seen more faces in the past days than in his entire life. He also felt some kind of tension in the air, the trees carried some nervous whispers and he knew something big and possibly bad was about to happen. So he stayed away from all the intruders, abandoning his walks around his territory and shrinking his hunting areas. The whole ordeal irked him more than he'd like to admit, but there weren't all that many options.

However, as far as Zonran knew, the Valekian women were quite unaware of Khaddorian hate towards their race, or they were looking for a place to die. He almost jumped when one of the women sent a shot in the little fellow’s direction. However, he believed the bolt missed its target as the child remained frozen in place. Zonran turned back to regard the unwelcome guest’s retreating back, wondering if he should chase them off. How had she spotted the child to begin with? Was she aiming to warn him or missed the kill she thought had landed? He hadn't reached a conclusion when a loud noise somewhere to his left interrupted him. The mix-breed shifted to inspect it and bulged out his eyes. That little dumb brat was jumping around, making tons of noise and then had the decency to shout at the two and sprint off! Zonran spluttered in anger, what kind of a Putdrak taught this brat?

Annoyed, Zonran lowered his longbow to the ground – there was no time to unstring it, so he couldn’t put it back in his holder – and stealthily moved in between the fleeing Khaddorian and the two Valekian women. His movement made no sound, although even if he did, there were quite slim chances he would be noticed when such an intense target demanded the women’s attention. His claws were rather handy when keeping him high above the ruckus to stay out of their sight. Now if they attacked the boy, he’d be able to quickly intervene.

Zonran would take out the smaller one in one hit first. The taller seemed like she could put up a fight, but the shorter woman wouldn’t be able to. If anything, she probably provided support, possibly a magic user or some other kind of trickster. He'd make her death fast, she won’t even know before it was too late, won't even see her killers fa- ‘Coward!’ Zonran mentally scolded himself, ‘What part of an ambush is fair, anyway?’ Upset, he scowled at no one in particular. He was starting to realize thinking and planing was something only cowards did. Instead the mix-breed decided to charge straight at the taller woman at the slightest of provocations. He’d make for a much more interesting target giving the boy enough time to scram.

 

[conman2163]

Calindar​

Location: Barnacle Point Harbor, Seafarer Slave Market

The shackles that wrapped around his ankles and wrists were cold and unforgiving as he stood in the line at the market. Eyes stared at him, an odd sight in a market for slaves. Most elves would not have stood to be enslaved and even fewer would have stood to see one of their kinsmen enslaved, which is what made this so rare. As eyes stared and assessed him though, they were all surprised to see the look in his eyes that set him apart. He was not broken in spirit like most were. He had not surrendered to the chains like so many others. He had not given up hope of rescue or escape. In short, he was unbroken.

The spirit he displayed had earned him plenty of trouble though, and the scars across his naked back showed it. More then enough times when he was pushed he had pushed back, and been whipped for it, something that made him undesirable as a worker. Not that most wanted him as a worker, after all he was an elf. More wanted him as a conversation piece. Yet few could understand just who they were dealing with, and none of these pirates seemed to realize that if his grandparents knew where he was, they'd burn this entire city to the ground trying to rescue him.

It was one of the main things that kept him going, that and the thought of home, the home that he loved so dearly and wished nothing more then to return to.

Calindar began to let his thoughts wonder wistfully to home as he stood in the line of slaves, the stink of unwashed bodies pervading his nose. As he did so he looked around, and barely noticed the line of slaves begin to shuffle forward as the next slave was called to the auction platform. While he stood there he was shoved forward, and whipped around to look at who had shoved him, only to yank on his chains from the front and pull the person in front of him backwards. The scuffle of pulling continued as the other person yanked back, and the force pulled Calindar over, knocking him to the ground.

A nearby guard walked over and gave Calindar a kick in the gut while he was prone. "What are you doing knife ears? Get up, now!" Calindar stood up quietly, then stared hard at the guard. He received a backhanded smack across his face that left a taste of blood in his mouth as a reward. "Next time don't fall over!" Once again the words of the guard reached his ears, the man getting in his face, the offensiveness of his breath matched only by the sight of his crooked and bent teeth. Such was life for Calindar now.

 

[Donut]

Aryn Talos
Location: Barnacle Point Harbor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Temperature: Humid, hot with no clouds.

It was a long day

Unlike most days, this one was by far the longest he's ever had. Following the usual morning routine, Aryn found himself tasked with much more work than he was accustomed to. Apart from the list of errands he was given by his captain, Aryn also had to tend to caring for the Marlain, the vessel he'd been living on for three years as cabin boy. The other crew members besides the captain were off frolicking around after dumping their workload on him, much to his chagrin. Thankfully, he'd completed most of the work earlier in the day, while they were gone.

"Here I thought I'd be able to go look around. This sucks." He complained, letting out a ragged sigh and leaned against the railing of the ship's starboard side. "Yet, here I am stuck swabbing the deck and watching the ship.... Again..." He pushed the mop with his right arm, the only one he was fully capable of using. The left was amputated as punishment for an incident that occurred when he was 13.

It was very busy at the docks, mainly with other pirates loading and unloading cargo from their respective vessels. Seagulls flew overhead, while some could be seen perched atop cave formations. The warm tropical sunshine lit the scenery to perfection followed by a breeze that blew past causing the palm trees to sway back and forth gently.

Aryn dug into his pocket and fished out an unopened envelope. He examined it and slowly traced his finger across the signature of the sender. His mother. Ever since Aryn left home to work if his mother's debt, he'd try to make time to write a letter to his mother and send it off. Lately he'd been busy thanks to the extra pile of chores he'd received and was unable to find time to read it. However, now seemed a good time as any to take the chance and read it.

He peeled open the side of the envelope with his mouth and pulled out the letter. Previously, she has explained to him how she converted the house into an inn and that she was making good money to support herself. In return, he wrote back with tales of his adventures and travels, making sure to leave out the details of his work and treatment on the Marlain. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry too much.

Spreading the letter out, Aryn scanned the first line and noticed that it was indeed his mother's penmanship. He began to read with anticipation of what news his mother had for him this time.
A smile was planted on his face as he read each line,

Dear Aryn,

I hope you are well.

Every day I think of you and how I long to see my baby's face again. Even though we write to each other, it does not ease my aching heart.

As the season change, I pray that you are safe from danger. That is all I can really ask for now.....

He continued reading as tears streamed down his face and his lip quivered. Sniffling, he set the letter down and wiped his face with his shirt. He missed home, where even though it was just the two of them, and the times he spent with her beforehand having to leave were irreplaceable. Aryn picked the letter back up and resumed reading.

Suddenly, a hand snatched the letter from his hands.

"What be this 'ere then, lad?" Said a voice accompanying the hand.

Aryn looked up to see Vargo, the ship's Quartermaster. He eyed the letter and then looked to the boy. Aryn slowly rose and swallowed. His hands started to shake and his breath became ragged. He had to get away and fast.

"Well well well, another one eh?" He snarled, revealing crooked yellow teeth with a couple missing. Vargo was well known for his personal hygiene, but moreso for the cruel punishments he dishes out to unruly crew members. He seemed to target Aryn more than he did the others, just for fun or whenever he was in a foul mood.

"How many times 'ave I told ye, lad? 'Nuff with these bloody letters, aye? Plenty o' times I said ye'd be keelhauled and cast into tha' sea, huh?!" Vargo shouted, with his raspy voice and spit flying out of his mouth. You could see a vein appear on his forehead as he stretched his neck and leaned in close to Aryn. He drew back and waved the letter chuckling.

"Ohohoho, wait till tha' cap'n ere's 'bout this, boyo!"

Aryn clenched his fist, "Give it back, Vargo."

The pirate shook his head, clicked his tongue and frowned, "Temper, temper. I'd watch yer tone, lad. Or it won't be good fer ye." He placed his hand on the holstered pistol resting on his belt and stared at Aryn with a brow raised.

Aryn sighed and looked down in defeat. Vargo gave triumphant laugh and moved his hand, "Hehehehe, that's what I thought." He turned to walk towards his quarters.

And that was a mistake.

Aryn grabbed the mop he used to swab the deck and launched the bucket at Vargo. The bucket flew and landed on his head, surprising Vargo and made him stumbled about. This gave Aryn the chance to close the distance. He thrusted the mop into Vargo's chest and swept his legs from underneath him. Vargo hit the deck with a solid thud and finally pulled the bucket of his head as he groaned in pain.

"You little-" he began before Aryn kicked him in the side and reclaimed his letter. Aryn opened the hatch to the lower deck and pulled Vargo to the steps.

"Since this is the last time we'll see each other. I'll let you in on a little secret. Im fully capable without my other arm, been that way for a while. I'm surprised you hadn't caught on yet, seems you aren't as bright as I thought" Aryn revealed with a huge grin on his face as he rested his foot on Vargo's side.

"Fuck," Vargo gasped in pain, "Ye'll...walk...the...plank...fer...this." He managed to get out inbetween breaths before Aryn pushed Vargo down the steps.

"It's been fun." Aryn said as he watched Vargo tumble down below deck. He quickly turned and ran over to a pile of boxes and miscellaneous items. Moving a few items and reaching behind it, he pulled out a knapsack filled with whatever belongings he owned. He'd stashed it away in case the opportunity or time arose when he needed to go.

Now was the time...

 

[radiojelly]

Nar'Vosi fished for the words in the deep recesses of his memory. He was conversational in Jorgethi once upon a time, when the best captain he had ever known interned him under a sailor of the bestial breed. Back then he learned quicker, spoke faster, and listened better--such was the necessity if he was going to keep up. His position had since flipped that script: now men learned his tongue if they wanted to keep up.

Well, at least that's how things were at the start of the day.

"Not trading." Twumbo's thick accent rolled off of the harsh Jorgethi consonants, though Nar'Vosi doubted any of the Jotaigi had heard the accent of a Mer before. The captain shot his first mate a sideways look of appreciation, and took a sigh of relief.

Thank the gods his father was as stubborn with him as he was me.

Twembo focused his gaze on the Jotaig that spoke directly to them, and addressed him. "We were..." The lad's gaze met the floor as he barely could force the words. "We were evading." Twembo looked back sheepishly at Nar'Vosi, who still hadn't pulled himself out of a kneeling position on the deck. His captain snickered halfheartedly at his friends wording. The Dunmas slowly stood, and grimaced under the weight of his waterlogged garb--his burns and shallow cuts becoming quickly irritated by the salty cloths.

"Valekians..." Nar'Vosi spat at the ground, the bitterness in his mouth matched only by his heart. Even saying their name appeared to cause him pain. "Warships. Cornered us. Only survivors." The elf's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he took two steps towards the Jotaig who had spoken. "Did you see? Did you see name of ships?" His grammar was nowhere near perfect, and the more agitated he got, the worse his pronunciation became.

Of the two, it was Twembo who noticed that the Khaddorian was a familiar face. He nudged his captain with an elbow, and gestured to the man's face at which point it dawned on Nar'Vosi as well. He might've noticed sooner if not for his weary, salt-ridden eyes.

"You. You shared my ship once, no?"

 

[★Under The Stars★]

Nemo (Princess Ufara) and Star (Kaireina) Collab​

Kaireina looked over the city of the Tauren people and was astonished to find it was quite the extravagant place since she had last visited during her early childhood years. She had loved the hustle and bustle of the place when she was younger and she loved the organization of the areas surrounding the royal palace. The marketplace was placed relatively close to the arena, which was also placed decently close to the castle. This pathway leading to the castle ensured some form of entertainment for all folk that lived inside the city. Having the arena near the marketplace was also a very efficient economic decision, considering that there were more than a few spectators who probably wanted to buy wares beforehand to either snack or throw at the combatants inside the arena. She always thought an arena was a barbaric place, which shouldn't belong in a society at all. She thought the actual idea of it was completely insane, yet it functioned extremely well in major cities. People seemed to get some sort of adrenaline from watching other people fight. She didn't understand, but that didn't mean that she couldn't make the best of this misunderstanding.

Kaireina shook her head as she continued to look out toward the city on her mount. The Ka'rishna that she and the Princess were riding, as well as a few guards were some of the quickest and most well-kept she'd seen in a long time. She would have to commend the stablemaster for keeping them in such amazing condition. But before they moved past the last set of temples before reaching the last stretch of road leading to castle. She yelled toward the Princess, "Princess, I believe we should talk about the etiquette you should be using when addressing the Prince and the subjects that may follow behind him. Would you please tell me what you remember about this?"

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"I remember the no spitting in his face part." Ufara said with a sigh. "Must there be such a certain ettiquette, I know how to feign respect after all." She glared over at Kaireina. "And what have I told you about calling me Princess?" This was not something she wanted to happen or really had thought to happen in a million years. Her life fell along the lines of becoming the Kaist like her mother, preferably without marriage. Pushing those thoughts away, she observed the city with a sour eye. She had to admit that there was a beauty to the chaotic extravagance that was this city, something she quite liked if she were to be honest.

Given any other type of event, Ufara would have thoroughly enjoyed the site but the looming wedding darkened any appreciation she had for the city. Turning back to Kaireina, she motioned for her to come closer so they weren't yelling back and forth at one another. "Let's go over this etiquette once more, so I could save having to talk to the prince anymore than I already have too."

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Kaireina looked over to her best friend, who was to be married quickly after this visit to the Prince. Ufara, the crown Princess of the Jotaig tribe, was a woman who she respected deeply and was more than happy that their relationship was that of a loving friend. As the Princess commented about how she shouldn't have called her Princess, Kaireina blushed a little at her blunder. "Well, I've been practicing so I don't seem informal in front of the Prince, Ufara. I'm sorry my tongue slipped. But, about the etiquette." She had her Ka'rishna move closer to the Princess as she spoke. "There will be a number of dignitaries, from my belief, to see us enter the castle and greet the Prince. You must stay upright at all times, hold your chin high-but not too high-and you must always, ALWAYS keep your mouth shut. As he is the crown Prince of the Tauren, you must always make sure you don't make any offensive comments in public. When you two are behind closed doors or with me and his assistant, then you may smatter him with a flurry of verbal blows. As a general rule, anything that will hurt your standing among the Tauren people, you should not do. Oh! And one very important thing! Make sure you have a strong presence when I introduce you and even a small smile would do you well, I believe. And lastly, I believe in you Ufara. If anyone can unite our people and end conflicts between us Jotaig and the Tauren, it is you. I know you didn't want to get into this mess of political affairs, but if all works out well in the end, then you could be known as the most influential Princess of our time." Kaireina nodded as she looked Ufara in the eye, then smiled as she continued to stride away on her Ka'rishna.

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Ufara sighed. It would be take biting her tongue off to not say something biting towards the Prince. She shifted her posture, not wanting to say another word to anyone as they neared. Kaireina made a good point, this marriage went beyond her own wants and needs, this was a marriage meant for her people. Sacrificing one's life goals for the sake of an entire people was something that would be worth it, even if the means of doing so want to make her rip her eyes out. Looking at her best friend, she was unaware of the forlorn expression that took over but her mind was teasing thoughts of what if and it worried her that she would never know the answer especially when it involved Kaireina, one of the few people who stayed by Ufara's side. "Kai, I don't want to accept this marriage. I'd rather castrate him first." Despite her words, her sigh showed that she accepted this course of events.

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Kaireina laughed politely as she continued to ride. "Well Ufara, as soon as you birth an heir, you can castrate him all you want. Chances are he might like it too." Kaireina quietly laughed once again.

As Kaireina and Princess Ufara approached the castle, Kaireina was in awe at the castle's beauty. It was certainly going to be difficult to get no influence from this beautiful architecture when she consults for some of the royal builders. As they approached the gates, she straightened her back and tried to look as professional and regal as possible, but not stick out more than the Princess. She was less beautiful than the Princess after all, so there was no way she was going to outstage her.

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Ufara chuckled at Kaireina's words before straightening herself as they neared the castle. It was high time for things to get moving as she looked around her, slowly petting the Ka'rishna she was riding to calm her nerves. Her mind went wild with how things would turn out. "I don't like this." she muttered under her breath, a sharp steely gaze possessing her face as she stopped her nervous gazing and settled in with a clear mind and a held tongue.

 

[Furasian]

The Ranger's Awakening
Location: Caelfath, Main Gate
Interacting: Calypso Major
Even while Ansen stayed still the world continued to move on without him. All around he noticed the crowd shifting towards the sound of horns playing at the main castle. Such a tune meant one thing: the king has emerged from the castle. Such a event made the young ranger tense up, his wide eyes peering through the crowd towards the elegant wagon that transported the royal family. He couldn't necessarily see past the masses, and it was probably for the better for he did still have a job to do. This was merely a distraction and he was intent on turning away to begin his journey into the great unknown, but something subtle yet distinct caught his attention.

In the moment of peering over the crowd Ansen caught the glimpse of a rather strange figure that stood out in the Khaddorian dominant crowd. The mask peaked his interest, for it was a very uncanny practice in his eyes. Upon noticing her within close proximity to the bustling event in progress the ranger took the initiative to address the stranger, confident that the mask had a ulterior motive that needed to be confronted. With that he tucked his scroll away in his satchel then began his approach, carefully navigating through the crowd so to avoid bringing any attention to himself. Should the girl he was now pursuing look his way, she'd notice his gaze fixated directly on her, the only red flag that could tell her she had company.

Spoiler: Should Cerylia decide to remain or even confront Ansen

Once he reached the girl Ansen reached out to rest his left hand on one of her shoulders. During that motion it would be easy for the traveler to notice the ranger's ring, the only question was whether she knew Tauren customs or not.

"You... Look lost?" The khaddorian said in his not soo fluent Ardaric tongue. He followed the inquiry with a inviting smile, but even then his right hand remained under his cloak firmly gripping the handle of the knife he had out of plain sight. There was no foul play behind this subtle action, for it was simply a defensive measure, should she decide to strike at him. "I go to gate. Will you come?"

Spoiler: Should Cerylia decide to run

At first Ansen expected her to have not notice him during his approach, but soon he would realize that was not the case. One moment he saw the foreigner, then the next she was nowhere to be seen, lost in the crowd. His eyes would widen upon discovering he had lost the girl before he frantically began sifting through the crowd in a last ditch attempt to find her. If he was able to succeed there would at least be progress at the expense of disrupting a small section of the crowd, hopefully the royal family wouldn't notice this for he knew there would be great consequences for his actions. . .

 

[Applo]

Ashfa & Ylva

Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid

Ylva didn't say a word as she watched their observer scramble through the trees, or to be more accurate, watched the effects of their scramble. It was gratifying to know her instincts had been proved right and she wondered how her shot must have been to cause them to panic so, she hadn’t though the little crossbow to be so accurate. She didn't bother with the idea or giving chase to the figure. The trees were old here and the foliage so dense and tangled that trying to spot their watcher would only lead to eye strain and keeping up with let alone catching them was a fool's labour. The ranting of the figure were a complete mystery to Ylva. She could get by in Tarian but she didn’t deal with enough people who spoke Jorgethi to make it worth the bother of learning and she turned to look at Ash for a translation.

“We won't…” Ashfa blinked, still too preoccupied with the young Khaddorian whom she could no longer see. She had recognized the language, it was similar to the dialect of Ardaric she had grown up around. What helped her more in understanding however was due to her childhood; the troupe she had grown up with had a Khaddorian as well. While she wasn’t too great at speaking the language, she could understand Jorgethi to a certain degree, if she concentrated hard enough. The gist of what the boy had run off saying caused her to believe that he thought they were going to hurt him. Why in the name of Ysmir and Durena would he think such a thing?

“Ylva…” She looked up at her companion, eyes wide and worried. It was hard to tell what the hardened Nord was thinking. “Did you do something or…?” Maybe she thought the child was some wild animal?

“Nothing!” Ylva said a fraction of a second quicker than she should which earned her a prolonged sideways look from Ashfa. “Well almost nothing anyway.” she added with a mutter before setting of along the path again. “We should keep moving, I've heard stories about a group bandits living in this jungle. Whoever that was has probably let anyone in five leagues know we're here and I'd rather not deal with them in this heat."

(collab with Greenie)

 

[Vaila]

Location: Caelfath, Western Khauran
Time of Day: Morning
Temperature: Warm with a breeze
Interacting with: D d1uni5ys24si3o

Dahy had spent most of the morning buying some company. He found that mornings were always the best time for such things for several reasons. For one, the girls were always cleaner in the mornings. And the establishment was also quieter. He didn't need to compete for attention, especially when he was paying for it.

He was quite handsome by Valekian standards, but to Khaddorians.... not so much. His love life was utterly dull and boring because most of the women only wanted him for two things. His money, of which he had only a little, or his friendship with arguably the most important man in the city. Prince Helsien.

His friend didn't particularly like the fact that Dahy used the cities brothels. But Dahy kind of liked it. He liked the atmosphere. The smokey room dimly lit only by the windows which were covered almost completely by the shutters, only letting occasional streams of light through. The walls were bare brick, covered with silken clothes of red and gold, and there were beds everywhere shrouded by curtains. There were no rooms, and you could hear everything, but it was just part of the charm. And Dahy found that it made him want to perform better.

Of course, his current girlfriend, Elizabet, had no idea. Or if she did, she didn't say anything about it. She was the daughter of a nobleman who wanted more than anything to use Dahy to get to Helsien, and though Dahy didn't really care.... his daughter was insufferable. But for now, he would make do. He needed someone like her to make him seem more committed to Khaddorian society because looking at him you wouldn't think that he belonged in a city such as this. The people here often spat slurs at him as he walked by, and at an important time such as this, he needed to seem as un-Valekian as he could.

He made his way through the town easily. He didn't need to take the streets, which were overly crowded and busy, instead, he took a secret path through the backstreets and over fences. He'd been taking it since he was a boy, on his way from any one of his foster homes to the palace where he would take his lessons. And it wasn't long before he was inside the walls of the Palace itself, looking over the crowds as he joined the King and his childhood friend.

"Your majesty,"Dahy said in greeting to the King first before slapping his hand on Helsien's shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Hello brother," he added with a grin before the next small group of people moved in to be welcomed. "Having fun?" he asked, and both knew that Dahy was teasing him. It was no secret that Dahy would not wish to be in the Prince's shoes. Always having to act according to his title, or do his duty. "Have I missed your big introduction to your fiance, or am I right on time for the chaos to begin?" he added mischievously chuckling as he flicked his hair back from his eyes.

 

[d1uni5ys24si3o]

The next GM movement post will be Friday, June 30th, 2017.​

Hell Hath no Fury
Time: Morning
Location: Caelfath
Temperature: Warm & Breeze

The King acknowledge Dahy with a head nod and continued talking with other royals. Helsien grinned at his brother in arms. " Dahy! Finally, you come out of your rat hole! I was starting to worry the whores kept you tied up, " he said making a sex joke in probably one of the most inappropriate times. He didn't seem to mind much as he hugged his friend tightly as they walked to their respective places. The feast was grandiose and only the finest silk was covering the ridiculously carved wooden table. The food was colorful and the smell was mouthwatering, even Helsien never saw or ate anything of such delicatesse.

" Believe it or not, I am not too excited about this whole thing. " Helsien whispered in Dahy's tiny ear. He sat down next to him and cleared his throat as he glanced at the other guests around the royal table. He could hear the distinct sound of Tauren music. Soothing but strong vocals accompanied the string instruments as they hit every note as they should.

Spoiler

My voice rings out, this time, from Caelfath
It rings out from the house of my mother and father
In Khauran. The geography of my body changes.
The cells of my blood become green.
My alphabet is green.
In Khauran. A new mouth emerges for my mouth
A new voice emerges for my voice
And my fingers
Become a tribe

I return to Caelfath
Riding on the backs of clouds
Riding the two most beautiful aaphan in the world
The aaphan of passion.
The aaphan of poetry.
I return after sixty years
To search for my umbilical cord,
For the Taurenite barber who circumcised me,
For the midwife who tossed me in the basin under the bed
And received a gold lira from my father,
She left our house
On that day in Tyme of 429AK
Her hands stained with the blood of the poem…

I return to the womb in which I was formed . . .
To the first book I read in it . . .
To the first woman who taught me
The geography of love . . .
And the geography of women . . .

I return
After my limbs have been strewn across all the continents
And my cough has been scattered in all the hospice
After my mother’s sheets scented with lavender soap
I have found no other bed to sleep on . . .
And after the “bride” of oil and thyme
That she would roll up for me
No longer does any other "bride" in the world please me
And after the quince jam she would make with her own hands
I am no longer enthusiastic about breakfast in the morning
And after the blackberry drink that she would make
No other wine intoxicates me . . .

I enter the courtyard of the Shakans temple
And greet everyone in it
Corner to . . . corner
Tile to . . . tile
Dove to . . . dove
I wander in the gardens of the King of Kings
And pluck beautiful flowers of God’s words
And hear with my eye the voice of the mosaics
And the music of agate prayer beads
A state of revelation and rapture overtakes me,

Returning to you
Stained by the rains of my longing
Returning to fill my pockets
With nuts, green plums, and green almonds
Returning to my oyster shell
Returning to my birth bed
For the fountains of Velik
Are no compensation for the Fountains of Caelfath.

" What a beautiful piece, " Helsien said under his breath as he looked at the singer and his heart beat rapidly as his eyes widened. Yamila... he thought.

Meanwhile, the guards approached the rightful leader of the Cu tribe. They immediately pushed the soldier touching her a few steps back. " Know your place Ansen Leegot, " one of the guards said with spite. The royal guard were most douchy soldiers of the whole Army. Always bullying others for not making the cuts and in particular this piece of artwork. Tall, pitch black fur, it was Xadok, the strongest academy graduate. He was automatically placed in the royal guard and let's just say he always enjoyed ruffling Ansen up quite a bit.

The guard that accompanied Xadok, an older guard, simply directed him elsewhere as Xadok took care of escorting the ambassador, apologizing to her for their mistake.

" Jag Ansen, " he said as he smiled. " Good to know you are back in service, " he said with a smile. He was a sweet Khaddorian, always there to help. He was a father and truly a beautiful husband as well. He came from the muddy suburbs of Caelfath and rose to fame when he saved the life of the prince in his early age. One of the few who was genuinely nice and heroic. " I believe the Princess is arriving soon, I would suggest you warn the guards to start making space for their arrival. No mistakes, " he said giving his fake authoritative look which probably would make anyone roll their eyes.

And as if on cue, a horn could be heard from the gates as they opened. A few Ka'rishna could be seen. They looked menacing, yet were very loyal to the Jotaig tribe and quite docile some would say.

" Come on, we are already behind in plans!" he said as he sent Ansen off and turned his gaze to the ambassador and Xadok escorting her by pushing some citizens to make a path.

Tags: Furasian ★Under The Stars★ Vaila Calypso Major Miss Nemo

Mālsträm
Location: Rakatstad's Isles, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Moderate.

The fisherman gruffed as he waved his hand, " Yes. Once, and never again. " he said quite aggressively. It seemed like he grew to displease foreigners and he wasn't very welcomed to see these faces. " The man looked beyond them and just scuffed. " Anyways, come now. We will dry your clothes and get you new ones, " he said quite annoyed as he sat down on the large wooden boat. Four of them started rowing towards the shore but the menacing ex-pirate simply looked at Twumbo and Nar'vosi.

" So, two Valekian warships? Do you have names? How do you know they are Valekians and why bring them in our territory? Do you not know the sacred rule? You do business with us, you better shut your mouth. " he said quite annoyed at this situation. Things weren't doing great in Rakatstad and with this situation in hand, it was sure to throw a storm in the house of elders.

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Seafaring Myths
Location: Barnacle Point Harbor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Temperature: Humid, hot with no clouds.

The sight of an elf prince, a rightful heir of the noble house of Arcamenal getting beat up and sold in this filthy slave market. It enraged Aymon, and even more Elora. The both jumped from the bridge above the dangerously wooden road suspended over water. Elora grabbed the leg of the disgusting guard and flipped him over before spinning behind Aymon who flew above him to throw a punch right at his face, but the pirate wasn't weak. He punched Aymon square on the face making him fly in the river. "Aymon!" Elora shouted as she hurried to the noble as the pirate tried to stand up, but with difficulty.

"I will get you out of here, it's a promise. " Elora said to Calindar. She was beautiful and looked like a much more delicate version of Aymon. Her blonde hair and green eyes looking straight at the noble elf. She managed to release his legs but the Pirate and his crew surrounded them and laughed mischievously. Elora stood in front of Calindar and pulled out her two swords, looking at them menacingly. " You won't get away with this much longer, " She said as the floating floor started wiggling as some pirates jumped behind them. It was impulsive of them to jump now, but the Elvish loyalty and pride were too strong. They were wise, but that was more a reputation for elves of Anenfiel where the king resided. If you want more south, like the Eornian or even the Sheguran elves... They were a lot more... Hot blooded.

" Three elves, huh? How many gold coins be that per head, Ruben?" The nasty guard said with his rotten teeth.

"A good 1000 rubies master!" Some disgusting creature that Elora had to squint to see. It looked like a dried up, gray fish on the shoulder of that pirate!

" I said gold, ye moron! " The pirate said once more as he looked over his shoulder and a shovel hit him square on the head. The pirate tumbled behind, leaving all the other moronic pirates speechless as they tried to understand what just happened.

Then Aymon finally showed up, the glittering water falling from his golden hair as he shook his head side to side. " Not the most elegant way to defeat a foe, but it will do it. I guess, " he said as he passed a hand through his hair calmly. Elora looked at him and just broke a smile partially forgetting the pirates surrounding them since they went so quiet as the body of the unconscious (probably drowned) pirate resurfaced with that dead looking fish trying to swim somewhere else... Then a shark appeared and it's large mouth just took half of that floating body... leaving Elora and Aymon and everyone else utterly speechless. They blinked for a minute, the Pirates looking at Aymon, the man who just murdered their captain. Aymon cleared his throat as he lifted a finger to defend himself.

" CHARGE!!!" The pirates shouted and Elora immediately grabbed the chain of Calindar and dashed making Aymon spin on the spot. " NO time for diplomacy!" She shouted as she was already ahead by a few meters.
Tags: Donut conman2163

Tales as old as Time
Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid

The tension was high around the trio. Zonran warned the two adventurers to back off and warned them of the incoming danger coming from the path ahead. A large settlement of hunters was lurking the surrounding, and from his understanding, the young Rakat probably came from that outpost. Unfortunately, Ash and Ylva could not understand fully the rubbish he was saying. It confused both Ylva and Ash, but the smallest of both seemed to understand a bit of Jorghethi surprisingly. Ash tried to reassure Zonran, saying they won't chase the young boy and they took a step back. The bow still cocked towards them, threateningly. He could release that arrow anytime soon. His hideous body was tall and he seemed quite in shape for a slender mix-breed. It was no hiding, he was a freak on his own, and one that could easily wipe them out at the slightest wrong move.

Will Ylva simply continue on to chase some petty bandits? Or will she find challenge and maybe capture this freak? He certainly would be of great value in Valekian territories, especially for his patched fur. It wasn't complete, but the few patches could be worth a fortune.

As for Ash, her genuine curiosity in biology and herbology. Would this mix-breed perhaps spark some curiosity in her? His body functioned differently and his eyes intense. He seemed...different.

Lastly, will Zonran let them go, trusting their word? Does he see something in them that displeases him or perhaps the opposite? Pleased him? Could his loneliness finally get to him now that he sees Valekians, similar to his father. Especially the tall girl with the similar hair color and eyes.

Tags: Applo Greenie G Giltine13

GM NOTE: I am sincerely sorry for the delay in the posting. There was some procrastination, I will admit, but it was honestly the lack of time I had the past two weeks. To be fair, all my roleplays staled! Ask Vaila hahaha!

Love you all tho and hope you guys enjoyed this post. A bit long but I found some aspects of the post pretty funny!

ALSO, sorry for the grammar mistakes and all. The post deleted so I had to rewrite everything... and I promised you guys I'd post before my training TODAY (not tomorrow), but hope it wasn't too bad haha!

 

[conman2163]

Calindar
Donut D d1uni5ys24si3o
Location: Barnacle Point Harbor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Weather: Humid, hot with no clouds

Calindar nodded to the elven woman who looked at him, a startlingly beautiful sight amongst the ugly city of Barnacle Harbor. He had little time to study the elven maiden though, as before long more pirates had fallen upon them, Calindar's legs were free from the chains though, and that meant they could run easily enough now.

Or they could have, if they weren't surrounded.

Calindar's look grew grim as he stared at the group of pirates. There was no way they could escape this, and the two who had just joined him would likely be in chains just as quickly as Calindar. The she-elf was not keen to give up though, and she wore a look that he had seen his mother wear as well shortly before she was killed. A look of complete defiance and confidence in her own abilities. Calindar was about to say something to the she-elf, a suggestion of surrender, at least then she would live on, but his thought was interrupted by the reapearance of one of the elves, now wielding a shovel. Not only that but this elf had knocked the guard who had hit him into the water, where a shark ate half of him. The elf seemed about to say something when the pirates decided charging was a better idea and instead Calindar was left to follow along desperately trying to keep up as she tugged on the chain keeping his shackles together.

As Calindar looked over his shoulder he could see the group in hot pursuit. He had memorized each of their faces in the past few months of his captivity, they were ones he would never forget. He was most certainly going to make a visit to this sorry excuse of a port in the future, and when he did he planned to hang the pirates and free the slaves here.

Of course before that though came the matter of escaping.

 

[Giltine13]

Ashfa | Ylva | Zonran
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Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid
Collaboration between: Applo Green Pepper G Giltine13


Zonran was practically lying down on the branch: his hands folded under his head, his stomach flat against the tree’s bark. His eyes stayed fixated on the spot he last saw the kiddo while his ears listened in on the Valekians below. They spoke a language he knew, yet it sounded so alien. The words were still recognizable, but they were pronounced all wrong making him cringe. From what he could gather the two weren’t interested in killing the dumb brat. The mix-breed almost let out a snort at the mention of ‘some bandits terrorizing the jungle’. He was fairly certain he was the only freeloader here.

Once the ruckus of the fleeing onlooker had died away Ylva gave Ashfa a little nudge on the back of the girl’s pack to get her moving again. They needed to get away from here as quickly as they could. It was in Ylva’s nature to be quiet but now as the pair of Valkians made their way along the path she was doubly so, listening constantly for the noise of breaking twigs or a startled animal that meant someone was sneaking up on them.

“He was saying something.” Ashfa murmured under her breath. She followed along quickly, trying not to make too much noise, which wasn’t hard as she was mostly a quiet sort. Still, she made the extra effort because it seemed to her that Ylva was being extra cautious. It made sense, given the situation. Her mind continued to wander, however. Khaddorians weren’t used to Valekians and the same could be said for her people. She was an anomaly, having grown up around a non-Valekian. There was no way the boy could have known this though. It only made sense that he thought they were going to hurt him… especially seeing he was almost hit by an arrow.

A small sigh escaped her as she wiped her clammy brow. If they were lucky, they would have nothing to worry about. And if they weren’t…

There was danger. Zonran’s eyes caught a rather interesting sight – a flock of Jaaghis suddenly rushed to the sky not too far away. His guts gave an annoyed growl, but dinner was the least of his concerns. Jaaghis are very sensitive and cowardly by nature, disturbed by the smallest of things. That’s why they were such a hard, yet rewarding catch. However that wasn’t what put the mix-breed off, the lack of any kind of other birds and flying creatures was what made the sight suspicious. His best guess was that something was sneaking their way towards him and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who could it be. After all, little kids didn’t get shot at by Valekians every day.

Zonran immediately knew he had to hightail out of there. Khaddorians knew the jungle much better than these women and they were much more hostile to his kind than the Gru. But he wasn’t the only one hated by the feline warriors; the Valekians were seen the same way. Yet they didn’t look aware of that fact, he doubted they could even sense the danger coming their way. ‘Not my problem,’ he stubbornly reminded himself, shifting to move back towards his bow. He only got to the next tree before growling in frustration and heading back just to stop again.

Zonran couldn’t walk away even if everything in his mind told him he should. He wanted to prove his worth, he needed to start somewhere, but getting himself killed wouldn’t help. ‘There’s gotta be some screws loose in my noggin or something,’ he huffed as he hurried after the Valekian women to warn them, then he’d get outta there. When he was right by them, Zonran jumped down a bit ahead to stop the two in their tracks.

The descending blur caused Ylva to come to a stop in a reaction that had nothing to do with her brain. Generations of Nord blood screamed at her to attack the hideous beast that had landed in front of her but she overruled the impulse moment by moment, she hadn’t gotten this far by being rash. Instead, and without doing something as needlessly provocative as moving her head, Ylva eye’s raked the thing in front of them up and down. As she did, she noted the various weapons, her eyes pausing for a moment on the talons that capped the end of each finger instead of nails.

Ylva knew people who would have been very interested to meet the person, that was probably the right word, in front of her. Mixed breeds like this were rare and valuable commodities though this was of little interest to Ylva. It didn’t matter who or what this person was, right now they were just another problem to be dealt with before moving on as quickly as possible.

Sliding her pack down off her shoulders Ylva tried to look like a simple weary traveler, which wasn’t actually so far from the truth. Placing the bag on the ground at her feet she spent a moment fussing with the straps before straightening up to face the interloper, only now she had palmed one of the small blades lodged in her boots. She hadn’t survive this long by being stupid either.

As for Ashfa, she was startled enough that she stumbled backward, barely managing to catch her step. Being caught unaware was something she should have been expecting, but this person had been exceptionally quiet. Why was he here? Was he someone the young Khaddorian had called for help? He didn’t look like them, not exactly. A hybrid? That piqued her interest a little. Ash straightened herself and took a step forward, taking note of Ylva’s actions. Maybe if she spoke, he would know they were simply passing by. At least, that’s what she hoped.

“Uhm… g-good day…” she started, attempting to smile. “We… uhm… we’re just passing through…” She wasn’t quite sure if he’d understand what she was saying; Jorgethi wasn’t her first language, after all. She paused after that, however, unsure if she should continue.

Zonran suddenly felt like one of the Gru rooted to the ground. He should just tell them and get it over with, but his jaw refused to cooperate, the muscles there taunt forcing his lips into a thin line. Although, that didn’t stop him from taking a few steps back when the taller woman lowered her burden to the ground, eyes on him all the while. His right hand was already hidden in his sash from those prying eyes and his left quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword. The mix-breed didn’t pull it out just yet, but it did serve as a warning in case those two tried something funny. He wouldn’t say he was frightened, there just was a hefty dose of shock in his system that didn’t quite reach his features. Soon enough it would turn to bloodlust and he wasn’t good at hiding that.

From so close the women looked a lot…smaller. Zonran was practically looking down on them. Surprisingly, it was the tiny female that spoke first, forcing his head to snap in her direction. It took a while for the words to register in his brain and they made him frown. Was that Jorgethi? It sounded even worse than the nonsense he heard before. However, now it seemed like some of the tension eased from his clenched teeth and he managed to squeeze some words out in rough Ardaric, “You’re Immatsu at this – speak Valekian,” he spoke in an accent that couldn’t be really pinned down. After a short pause he decided to add the information he actually came to pass down, “Get your ass outta here. Or die.”

Ashfa blinked at the hybrid, not sure if he was just being rude or if her broken Jorgethi was really that bad. However, the ‘leave or die’ bit was more than clear to her. She supposed it was kind of the hybrid to tell them to leave rather than just kill them first.

The death threat didn’t really surprise Ylva. It was rare in her experience that well armed people who had decided to suddenly block your way were just really anxious to offer you a refreshing drink and possibly a light snack. Still their ambusher didn’t seem at all interested in her bag which meant that either he didn’t know what was in there or that he wasn’t trying to rob them. That was actually pretty strange and oddly refreshing. Maybe he was just an insane hermit or something. Surely being a cross breed would be enough to drive someone mad, that stood to reason well enough.

“We’ll do just that then” Ylva said in the careful quiet voice of someone dealing with a person who might at any moment try to eat their own ear. Slowly she picked up her pack with her free hand and then made to step crab like in an arch around the mixed breed.

Ylva seemed to have the right idea, so the smaller Valekian nodded. “F-Farewell to you then,” she replied in Ardaric, bowing her head politely. There were many things she wanted to ask, and the businesswoman in her was begging to pause just long enough that she could sell him an item or two, but Ash knew better than to tempt fate. Survival was always highest on her bucket list, and right now leaving seemed the right thing to do.

Zonran frowned at the tone the taller one used, or maybe it was how slowly her words dragged out, but nonetheless he was glad everything resolved so easily. For like a split second or two. Then he watched as the woman weirdly maneuvered around him, her back touching the flora on the side of the road. The mix-breed whipped his head back around at the sound of the others voice, but had no time to even comprehend what she said as she moved to follow the retreating woman. He tried to say something, probably wanted to demand for them to stop, but it came as a helpless splutter.

Did they honestly want to get themselves killed? Zonran didn’t mind the older looking one doing just that, she could make stupid decisions all she wanted. But the other one.. He had no idea how Valekians grew, those two were pretty similar height-wise, but she looked young to him. Maybe she wasn’t even considered an adult and he couldn’t allow a young spark to fade this quickly. He growled, displeased by their sheer dumbness, and reached out with his left hand to grab the smaller woman by the scruff, dragging her back, “O-oi, the other way!”

“H-huh?!” Ashfa’s eyes widened in shock, feeling herself being dragged back unwillingly. What was the matter? They were doing as he said, they were leaving! Did he change his mind and wanted to kill them? “Let- let go of me!” She twisted in his grasp before reaching a hand out for her companion. “Ylva, help me!”

For the second time in a couple of minutes Ylva’s mind came a poor second to her muscles. She’d been feeling on edge since she'd first noticed something moving around the jungle earlier that morning and now all the built up tension unwound all at once. In the space of a blink of an eye Ylva had closed the gap on the half-breed and the wicked little blade she’d taken from her boot was pressed up against the creature's neck.

“Put her down.” Ylva voice had a level calmness to it as she spoke. She didn’t reach the beast’s shoulders but right now Ylva knew exactly what she had to do and how to do it. She had no fear of this monstrosity and would harbour no compunctions about killing it if she had to to keep Ash safe. All that was left was to wait and see what the halfbreed would do.

Zonran knew there would be trouble the moment his catch called out for her friend, but he didn’t bother avoiding it in any way. Part of him was curious what would the woman do and another was still hoping there would be no need for a fight. He sneered when a blade was pressed to his throat followed up by an order - a one the mix-breed had no obligation to do. Instead he tightened his hold on the fruitlessly struggling Valekian. The edges of his lips curved upwards – he knew exactly what to do and he might even save both of their asses.

Too bad for the Valekian, Zonran had plenty of room behind himself to take a very quick step back and grab the dagger with his teeth before she could follow along. He ripped the blade out of her hands, delivering a kick to her guts to buy him some time. As the woman went down, he hoisted up the smaller one on his shoulder and took off. The mix-breed ran in the opposite direction from where he knew the threat was coming, grabbing his bow along the way. He backtracked the route the Valekians had used to get here for a little while, then changed it for a smaller footpath that soon melted into the jungle’s overgrown floor.

He was much too strong for her to escape, and if she fell from this height with her bag... well, she wouldn't get very hurt, but there would definitely be bruises. Ashfa was scared, but most of all she was angry because she didn't know why this half-breed was taking her away. They hadn't done anything to offend him, they had listened to what he said!

Worse of all, Ylva was leaving her sight. The thought of losing her friend sent her in a panic. She bit her tongue, the pain causing her to calm her thoughts. She needed to do something. Struggling, she tried to pull herself away from his hold, but it seemed that wasn't an option. Suddenly something hit the back of her head. She blinked. My pack! Suddenly she knew what to do. She reached back, pushing her hand under the flap. There, a posey of flowers she had picked the previous day for their medicinal properties. She brought them forward, looking at the pink and purple flowers. Hopefully Ylva will see these.

So, as the half-breed ran forward, a trail of petals was left behind.

Ylva’s eyes watered as fangs raked across her hand, tearing open the skin and ripping the dagger from her grasp. Before she had a chance to recover a blow like a sledge hammer slammed into her stomach ripping the breath from her lungs and knocking her backwards into the mud. By the time Ylva had managed to force a little air into her lungs and lift herself onto her knee the half breed monstrosity and Ashfa were already fast disappearing around a distant curve in the track.

“Viokna” Ylva groaned as she examined her injured hand. The beast's teeth had left stinging red tacks in her skin that were slowly oozing blood and hurt with renewed vigour with every movement. Using the blade tucked into her other boot Ylva cut a strip of fabric from the bottom of her tunic and bound it round the wounds as best she could before gingerly hefting her pack onto her back.

At first the half-breeds tracks were easy to follow. The soft fetid mud the topped the path made it easy to see each footprint and Ylva followed them at a run. However as the tracks lead on to lesser used paths and trails were the vegetation was denser she had to begin more patiently looking for tracks. It was not a difficult task for Ylva, she’d grown up tracking quarry through the ancient woodlands of the North and knew what to look for. It was however slow work and the thicker the vegetation got the longer things took, increasing the distance between Ylva and her friend.

It was as she was examining a snapped twig that a splash of pink and purple caught her eye. The vibrant little flower head was strange, the stem had been cut very neatly in a way that was entirely unnatural and what was more Ylva was sure she had seen one just the same a minute earlier. Turning around Ylva was able to spot a at least handful more flower all on the path she had just forged through the overgrown plants. It was now that a little fact that had been niggling at the edge of Ylva’s mind finally clicked into place and she smiled. Ash had left her a trail.

Ylva had known for years that Ash was smart as a whip but it seemed that the girl also had hidden reserves of cunning and nerves. It was still going to be hard pushing her way through the jungle but now, now Ylva had a path to follow. With her spirits lifted Ylva drew the large knife from her back and began to hack at the vegetation in her way as she followed her friends trail.

 

[Furasian]

The Ranger's Awakening
Location: Caelfath, Main Gate
Interacting: Calypso Major D d1uni5ys24si3o

At the time Ansen was rather focused on the lady he was speaking to with everything else being nothing more than a mixed together din. It was his first day out and a sort of paranoia was setting in. Questions swirled around his mind and the luxury of safety had taken a toll on the young ranger. It took a rather harsh shove and harsher statement to pull the ranger back to the real world. The royal guard gave a command, and it was to be followed without a look of distaste or word of protest unless one wished to challenge their authority. That recent distasteful encounter however was quickly brushed aside for a well needed reunion with a friend.

" Jag Ansen, ... Good to know you are back in service, "

The statement caused Ansen to twirl around and face whoever was approaching him with quite a startle. "Aha! Ahm.. Yes it is good to be out and about!" The now flustered khaddorian said as he started to scratch the back of his head as if that would help him sew together a better explanation. Fortunately for him this was a more informal interaction and he knew that the one who stood before him wouldn't think less of him for such a reaction. His mouth remained open as if he were about to continue, but the sound of the horn cut Ansen off. The agitation could easily be seen on the ranger's face, the untimely horn had just robbed him of his opportunity to talk to a friend. Regardless a job had to be done, and Ansen had to an assignment. He'd bow slightly to the older fellow then set forth to organize the guard like ordered. He started towards the gate then whistled towards one of the guard.

"We must begin to make way through the citizenry, grab whoever you need and tell them to start carving a path! In a proper fashion at that, we can not afford to present a bad image to the arriving guests!" The ranger said, taking on his new responsibilities head on in hopes that he would not have to see another royal guard for the rest of his day.

"Under who's authority?!" The guard shouted back over the noise of the crowd as he approached the ranger with a rather confused look drawn on his face. It isn't every day when a ranger has to dwindle in a guard's business.

"The royal guard gave me the burden. Can we start rallying up the men and get the citizens to make way before those Ka'rishna start becoming defensive?"

 

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"So, two Valekian warships? Do you have names? How do you know they are Valekians and why bring them in our territory? Do you not know the sacred rule? You do business with us, you better shut your mouth."

The level-headed first mate couldn't help but feel a palpable irritation building within his captain. Noticing an opportunity to pacify his master's seething rage, Twumbo jumped into the conversation first. He assumed (correctly) that if he hadn't, Nar'Vosi would've reacted in a less than civil manner. He didn't expect sympathy from the Jotaigs for their loss, but nonetheless he wasn't particularly pleased with the manner in which he was being addressed either. He didn't let that show when he spoke up, however.

"We didn't have a clear line of sight on either ship's hull. One was using one of the channels between these islands to fire upon us, while the majority of the hull was blocked from sight. The other was tailing us, but we were ahead of it from the moment it appeared." Nar'Vosi shot Twumbo a look of mixed displeasure, before cutting in himself.

"I've been a captain for a decade. I know a bloody Valekian warship when I see one." Nar'Vosi's words did a worse job of hiding his contempt for the man's disrespect than Twumbo's did, and though his familiarity with the many ports of the Western continent did contribute to his knowledge of Valekian ship-craft, he had a far more intimate relationship with their breed than he would've let on to the Khaddorian. To the Khaddorian's point on the sacred rule, Nar'Vosi had to pause to gather himself. It was clear he was not dealing with an intuitive sailor.

"I know the bloody rules. You think I sailed over to Eadith, sold out your people--and by extension my business--just so that when we got here they could annihilate my ship and crew?" Nar'Vosi might've laughed if the circumstances weren't so dire. "I don't know how they knew we were here. We only stopped for two nights for routine maintenance. When we pulled up anchor and began to sail northbound, we caught sight of the first ship. It had been waiting for us at a three way channel, and drove us straight into a pin." The Dunmas fingered the tattered edges of his coat, and felt a tad regretful for snapping at the Khaddorian. He had a right to be as scared of the Valekians as Nar'Vosi was, and his suspicion was not unwarranted.

After a while, Nar'Vosi met eyes with the leader of the Jotaigy crew and, in a less pointed tone, asked him, "Where are we headed, exactly?"

 

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Aryn
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Seafaring Myths
Location: Barnacle Point Harbor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Temperature: Humid, hot with no clouds.

After disembarking the ship, he'd made his way through the docks and out into a plaza. He'd been running around for nearly an hour now, hoping that he hadn't been seen by any of the other crew members off the boat as Aryn glanced over his shoulder in the midst of him catching his breath. He briskly weaved through the crowd of pirates and rogues into a more secluded area away from the noise.

Straightening up, he leaned against a wall, hiding in its shadow to collect his thoughts. First up, figure out a plan of action. Considering what would happen once Vargo recovered, he'd grab a couple of the boys and spread word that Aryn had mutinied. Then, a bounty would be issued and he would definitely be out of luck. Aryn scratched his head, "The best option would be for me to steal a boat, and even then that is hard as it is. I'd need help getting that done, unless I stowaway on another ship."

He kicked the dirt at his feet and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Gah, this is a mess. Too soon for me to have made a move, but that damn cretin left me no choice." Aryn grumbled and peeked around the corner. There were two pirates with their back turned to him laughing and pushing each other about. Both were armed with a knife, but the one on the right had a flintlock holstered. Granted he'd be able to take them, it wouldn't be the wisest choice and there wasn't a benefit.

Instead, Aryn snuck past the two and ran into an alleyway. A muggy stench filled his nostrils causing his face to contort in disgust as he entered the narrow passage, "Eugh, this is gross. Best watch where I step." The young Valekian carefully walked through the alleyway and rounded the corner. Much to his surprise and dismay, a group of pirates blocked the way forward. One of them looked up to see him and nudged the one next to him, "Oi look wot we 'ave here," he chuckled, "You lost boy?" The man was a bit bigger than the boy, with a raggy and disheveled appearance.

His buddy grinned revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, some missing and others with holes inside of them, "Ey mate, what brings ye 'ere to these parts?" Aryn looked at the both of them and the others behind them, "Ummm, you know, just...ah...passing through, but I clearly made a wrong turn so I'm just gonna...." He turned to make his escape but was stopped by the two of pirates he had seen earlier, who managed to hear the commotion. The disheveled man stepped forward and gestured towards him, "Awww, don't go yet. We just wanna have a bit o' fun, ain't that right lads? So, what say you boy?"

Aryn eyed the man and looked behind him as well. Taking note of the situation, he racked his brain for options on how to handle the situation. He sighed and looked at the supposed ringleader, "Wellll, my mum told me to never play with strangers, but I guess I can make an exception for today." All the pirates began to laugh and murmur amongst themselves. "Hear that lads, he can make an exception for us!" remarked the leader with a hearty, but raspy laugh. He raised his hand, signaling at the other men behind Aryn and they began to inch towards him.

When they had gotten close enough to grab him, Aryn quickly ducked down spun around, punching the taller one dead in his face. This surprised the rest of the group and left them dumbfounded for a moment. The pirate staggered backwards, "Fuck!!!" He howled painfully, clutching his nose, which had broken on impact, and bumped into the smaller man besides him. Aryn shook his hand and hissed, "Ah, damn that hurt!!!! More so you than me though, eh?"

The smaller man lost his balance trying to evade his incoming partner, "Watch where yer goin ya big lug!" Aryn then reached for the knife of the man he punched, which was holstered in his belt. Grabbing it he wrenched it out of its sheath and plunged it into its owner's leg, twisting it. A howl of pain escaped the mouth of his target and he dropped to his knees. Taking the opportunity, Aryn vaulted over the him and shoulder tackled the smaller man into the wall, pulling his shirt over his head and pushed him over. He looked up to see the other men moving towards him, although Aryn had achieved his goal, clearing a path for escape. He preferred not to waste too much energy on any useless endeavors. Escaping was top priority and he only had so much time at his disposal.

Without a moment to lose, he flashed a smile and directed his attention to the group leader, "I'd love to stay and chat, but it was nice while it lasted!" and began running out of the alleyway. As expected, the others were hot in pursuit, but not for long. Aryn took a series of turns and managed climb up the side of a building using a stack of crates. He dropped onto his stomach, held his breath and hid, peeking out just enough to catch his pursuers pass by and search the area for him before giving up and leaving. Once they were out of sight, he breathed out and rolled into his back.

This was going to be much, much harder than he anticipated.



(Note: Took a good while for me to get this post together, I was inbetween travel while working on this, in addition to having network issues. ORZ. BUT HERE IT IS.)

 

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Princess Ufara
(For The Time Being)

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Hell Hath No Fury
Location: Caelfath, Main Gate
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Kaireina headed toward the Capital with the Princess by her side. There wasn't much else to tell her since they had just gone over everything she needed to speak with her with. As they approached the gates, Kaireina kept her chin up and made sure to carry herself in the manner of a royal servant-of-sorts. She exuded a royal aura, although she quelled most of her aura as to not distract from the Princess.

The Princess looked over toward Kaireina who was already looking as she should've. It was to be expected from someone with as much pride for the royal service as Kaireina had. She always seemed to exceed expectations and Ufara wasn't going to lose to her. They were friends, but she also had pride. She was royalty and she wasn't going to let her best friend outdo her in the theatrics department. She was going to make sure this was fun, despite the bland and bitter experience of an arranged marriage. Sure, it would connect the tribes, but this was going to be a giant pain.

Kaireina looked over to the Princess, who seemed to be holding up well against her own posture. If she was able to smile, she would've. They arrived at the gates and Kaireina hopped off of her Ka'rishna. She held the reigns to the animal and gave a small bow toward the group of Tauren who were at the gate. She couldn't tell which one was the prince right away, but she made sure to gesture toward the middle of the group, as she assumed that was where most people's attention would be. She came up from her bow and said nothing. As the host, the other party would speak first as a formality, as was custom when greeting guests. She hoped that they practiced the custom. For now, she helped Princess Ufara off of her Ka'rishna and held her reigns as she dismounted from the creature. She made sure to stand behind Ufara as she made her way toward the front of the procession following them.

Princess Ufara was not all that impressed by the Tauren. Sure, they may have built beautiful buildings, but beauty was not the core to what mattered in a leadership. The ability to lead, the commanding of power, the poise of royalty, it was all part of the core aspects of a society. She was afraid that most of these dirty Taurens did not practice most of these things. They hid in their beautiful cities and fought with cowardice and trickery. There were rules of battle for those with pride for the sword. And as she saw the group gathered before her to greet her, she was not impressed. She did not change her image in the slightest, but internally, she was annoyed. This was what was greeting her? Princess Ufara waited for Kaireina to make the first move, as she should. She wasn't told by Kaireina to keep on her mount, but she had a feeling that it would be necessary. As a princess, there was a particular image and sharpness to it and she was not about to break this mold on the first impression. Although she was not particularly excited at all for marriage, in fact, she despised it, but she would swallow her pride for the future of their societies. As Kaireina grabbed her hand to bring her down, then she made a poised move off of her Ka'rishna and stood before the group of Tauren. Let the introductions-no-the games begin.​

 

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The next GM movement post will be Sunday, July 23th, 2017.​

Hell Hath no Fury
Time: Morning
Location: Caelfath
Temperature: Warm & Breeze

The joyful citizens of Caelfath cheered for there new princess as her tribe marched with pride through the dense crow. She was their new hope, their merciful future. She was key to fulfilling the prophecy of the past Queen, the beautiful, fearless Queen that would rule two nations and conquer the world. Now, don't be fooled by the festive celebrations and religious convictions. Not everyone was pleased and more than a handful saw more profit in calling this marriage off.

The Kar'ishnas made the ground bellow shake, their long and sharp teeth threatening whoever got too close. The princess and assistant probably saw a few soldiers quite literally poop their pants. After all, they were foreign creatures to Caelfath's regions. It didn't take long for them to finally halt at the center of the city, just for a quick gathering before the people. Not more than an hour and they would head to the council of elders to talk politics. It would also be quick for the Jotaigy to finally rest after a perilous travel from Rakastad to here.

Helsien greeted the elven princess and immediately took hold of her hand and kissed it. Unlike Valekians, elves matched the height of most Khaddorians. Yet, the prince was probably the tallest of them all and it was quite threatening. "Princess Cerylia Tiballa Dwynwen, it is an honor to see a representative of your nation. I am immensely sorry for the inconvenience... " he said, then he noticed he had to see the princess and he had no real time to talk to the masked princess. " Nonetheless, please enjoy yourself with our delightful dishes. I would try the mountain boar thinly cut and wrapped around... Actually, mostly eat roots and greens. Then I suggest the Caelfath famous dish, moonshine roasted walnuts tart or the dried orange Salmon. " he said with a smile. That is when Ruskin took over and helped his friend, Helsien, by guiding the Princess to the appropriate place.

Helsien sighed as he finally grouped with his father and all the higher ups at the marble stairs where they would finally meet with the leaders of the Jotaig tribe. It was a historical moment that would change the course of their destiny, and he sure as hell wasn't planning on fucking this up. And so, the moment the door opened, he found himself finally breathing as he just noticed how beautiful she was...
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Mālsträm
Location: Rakatstad's Isles, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Moderate.

The fisherman looked at him realizing he might have been insensitive. Only, Rakatstad has been having a lot of tensions and the economy was drastically dropping. A lot of their fish somehow disappeared and the riots have been slowing down business drastically.

" I am sorry." he apologized as he placed his hand over his heart. " My name is Leon by the way," he said as he looked at them both. " I will escort you to my home for you to rest. It must not have been easy losing something as precious as your boat. I remember the pain I felt when I saw mine fall in the hands of distasteful Valekian pirates. I swore to never step foot in the Pirate hub again. " he explained, not that he expected anyone to understand him besides a few words here and there.

Leon looked at them both and gave a small smile, " Now I must warn you... Rakatstad looks nothing like it once did. Poverty and famine have been plaguing our people ever since Awa." he explained. "But hopefully, you will find nostalgia from past visits, " he said with a hopeful look. He wasn't very threatening despite his intimidating allure. His eyes were innocent, which was rare for an ex-pirate.

" You know, we try to make honest business now. The elves inspired us quite a lot. I am not sure everyone appreciates it... but I think most." he started saying, taking a load off of his chest. From how things looked, he might have been under a lot of stress. He did look much older than when they last saw him.

A few moments later, they finally slide through the wet sand and finally anchored in shallow water. Leon jumped off the boat and started walking towards the shore. " Now come on," he said as he glanced at them. " Nobody will bite you here, well... Not as long as you are with me, " he explained. " I live just a few miles off shore. We should get there by the time the sun is above us, " he explained.

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Seafaring Myths
Location: Barnacle Point Harbor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Temperature: Humid, hot with no clouds.

Elora and Aymon ran as quickly as they could, but the Prince simply couldn't keep up with his feet chained. " Aymon! We need to unchain him!" she screamed as the pirates started to be meters away. Aymon glanced and quickly thought up a plan, " Meet me at the South gate by midnight!" he shouted as he made a sharp turn and swiftly grabbed the Prince in bridal style. And just like that, disappeared in a small street. Elora finally stopped and smiled as she saw the five or six pirates still chasing.

" So, who are you choosing to chase now?" she said with no fear. After all, now it was just her and them. They looked unsure, but them being them, they just smiled with their dirty mouths. " You of course. Who cares about a low life and weak elf like him... He wasn't selling for much anyways. " the leader of the pact said.

Elora narrowed her eyes at him, " How dare you.." she said, and as gracefully as she spoke, they didn't live long enough to speak a word again.

A few miles south, Aymon was carrying the Prince and jumping over cargo creating a lot of distance. There weren't a lot of pirates in this part of the islands. Mainly drunken pass out and small, honest (somehow) businesses that simply tried to live in anarchy. What was funny about pirate hood is that despite how anarchist it was and barbaric, they still maintained a healthy economy. Then again, they destroyed the mainland's economy to survive but that was another story.

Panting, Aymon finally stopped and dropped Calindar on his feet. " I am sorry Prince Calindar. I saw no other options," he explained as he leaned on the wooden wall. It took them a good hour to finally get here and Aymon was a bit worried for his sister, but he thrust her. He knew she would be more than okay and actually enjoy finally being alone with those pirates.

"Let me unchain you, " he explained as he kneeled down and broke off the chain with his dagger. In less than five minutes, Calindar was finally free. Aymon looked at the prince and shook, " What kind of un-elven treatment! " He said seeing how disheveled he looked. He walked next to the pile of textile and stock right near them and pulled out a bag. It seemed to have been hiding there and Aymon immediately opened it. " You will find all you need my prince, " he explained to Calindar as he looked at him hoping this wasn't dishonorable or anything.

Meanwhile, Elora was walking around the city. It was mostly made of wood and moist overun the place, but it didn't quite matter to her. It was quite charming. She actually had a smile on her face as he twisted her sword in a circular motion, enjoying that fight she just had. " This is life!" she said as she made a quick spin on her feet, she just spoke a bit loudly and a certain person hiding on a roof top probably heard this very charming and feminine voice. It was a bit too charming for a pirate.
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Tales as old as Time
Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid

It wasn't a fair game, not for Ylva anyways. As she finally closed in on her friend and the beast of Metsa, six Jotaigy warriors finally catched up to them with their inhuman speed. There face was threatening and she stood absolutely no chance against these warriors. They were tall, powerful, beastly to Valekian standards. They were frightening.

"A falykyan(A Valekian)!" One shouted.

"Aietaqadat 'anaha kanat thamarat khialihi, 'ana alshaqay! ( I thought it was the fruit of his imagination, that brat!)" The smallest said.

"Sakhif silsilat laha hataa wataqdimiha 'iilaa alrabi fashyr. rubama sanuqatil 'akhiraan 'ana alalihat takhalaa ean alzawaj mae eashiq mithlii aljins hnak (Fucking chain her up and bring her to Lord Vashiir. Maybe we will finally kill that Gods forsaken marriage with the Gay lover over there)!"

And they slowly closed in on Ylva who looked down at the beautiful flowers Ashfa left behind. Their spear was quite literally pressing around her neck, letting small blood drops drip down her neck.

"Daeif jiddaan (So, weak)... " one said, " Kayf 'aslafina hataa yafqidun hadhih ... al'ujna (How did our ancestors even lose to these... fetuses?" one said in disgust.

The only one who'd remain quiet all this time, only analyzing the situation finally retracted his threatening spear. " Where is your... companion?" he asked in perfect Ardaric. His eyes, a piercing yellow as bright as the predators up north. He was different than the others. Older definitely, more threatening than all of them, yet he was the only one not posing a direct threat to her neck.

The older Khaddorian kneeled down to her level and just stared at her. " What is your business around her?" he asked her.

One of the warriors dramatically backed down as he looked at him. " Limadha tatahadath 'iilaaZa'ashi! An't Shozu? (Why are you talking to the Fhelten (bitch)? Are you Shozu (fucked in the head))!?"

"Ah Faque! Yumkinuk 'iighlaq alfumi balfiel? (Can you shut your mouth already?)" Za'ashi said as he turned back his attention to Ylva. "So tell me, friend," he said as he gave a smirk that said a thousand words.

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GM NOTE: ;-;
Ok so I tried this thing. To facilitate language difference, specifically when DIFFERENT languages are being spoken in the same post, I kind of used google translate... Chose the language that most closely resembles what we already prechoosed. I put them in italics and size 2// just cause ya'll don't want to start reading shit your don't understand.
So this is a trial. If it doesn't work, I will find something else. The trial is on.. the last part...The one in Tales as old as time. Let me know in OOC how you feel it flows if there is something better that can be done etc.

 

[radiojelly]

Nar'Vosi and Twumbo sat in Leon's boat, both doing well to keep their mouths shut for the time being. Nar'Vosi juggled words in his head, but was struggling to come up with anything worth saying. It was only then did he start to truly calm down and--in doing so--see where he had been callous before. Thankfully, the Khaddorian spoke first.

"I am sorry."

Both Nar'Vosi and Twumbo did a poor job stifling looks of surprise. Sailors were a blunt folk, but a proud one as well. Twumbo opened his mouth to speak, but Nar'Vosi cut in first. "Think nothing of it. It wasn't your fault."

Nonetheless, Leon went on to introduce himself. The shore quickly approached to his rear as he continued on about the pirate hub, Rakatstad, and lodging for the night. Nar'Vosi strained to make out the complex details, but felt a synchronized distaste for the state of the Pirate Hub.

When Leon mentioned the state of Rakatstad, Twumbo--seeing the contorted look on his master's face--provided the necessary translation in Tarien for the specific vocabulary that gave his master pause. Nar'Vosi bristled a bit at his companions public display of assistance, but was internally thankful for it. As it turned out, Rakatstad seemed to be going through its own hardships, and Nar'Vosi braced himself for the desperation that clings to poverty. He had lost his swords in the wreckage, and made a mental note to arm himself as soon as possible.

The boat came ashore, and the lot of them departed onto the beach. Nar'Vosi moved quickly to Leon's side, and motioned for his companion to stick close as well. The Dunmas didn't know how to broach it, but he knew he was going to need to deal with his sideman soon enough. He considered asking Leon, but instead held his tongue as the old Khaddorian prattled off about making it home in time for sundown.

Nar'Vosi was only half-focused on the matter, but did intend to find someway to repay Leon if what he had promised came to pass. That would all have to come later, of course. As they approached Rakatstad, the captain's eyes scanned the trees and brush, all the while keeping a keen eye out for movement.

"The path into Rakatstad. I assume it's well traveled enough that we won't be ambushed or followed by some jungle beast?" Though he appeared stoic, the Dunmas's fingers reflexively twitched in the direction of where his falchion hilt used to be.

 

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Calindar

Location: Barnacle Point Harbor

Time of Day: Afternoon

Temperature: Humid, Hot with no clouds

As Calindar was dropped to his feet he couldn't help but spare a thought for the elven maiden they had left behind. Not exactly an ideal situation to leave her in after all.
He turned to face the Elf who had carried him all this way, taking moment to study him. "I take it then if you know my name and title that my grandparents must have put the word out that I was missing. Thank you for your rescue. Might I ask your name? Calindar silently accepted the bag, looking into it to find some decent clothes to wear as opposed to the rags he had on before hand. Nothing fancy to be certain, but something that wouldn't mark him as a slave. He quickly put the clothes on without a second thought.

Calindar looked around again, studying the place they were in. Some sort of businessish area. "How they treated me is of little importance. The south gate at midnight you said yes?" At the very bottom of the bag Calindar was surprised to find a small knife, nothing fancy, a rusted blade with a worn wooden hilt, but a knife all the same. He gripped the weapon with one hand and then dropped the empty bag off to the side. "I'm eager to leave this place. If you can help me get out of here and find a way to get back to my home i'd be grateful, not to mention their is likely a reward for my safe return being offered by my grandparents. Not that you haven't already done plenty, just for what you have done so far I am already in your debt."
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[Donut]

Aryn

Location: Barnacle Point Harbor

Time of Day: Afternoon

Temperature: Humid, Hot with no clouds

Aryn jolted up into an upright position after hearing a loud voice coming from behind him. He turned to see a figure out in the streets happily waving her sword about. Puzzled, he climbed down from his hiding spot and brushed himself off. Inching closer towards the strange figure he could better make out their appearance. It was a woman. Elven. Shimmering, golden hair bounced about and emerald green eyes carried a feeling of mystique. Aryn stopped and stood in awe for a moment before gathering himself, Best keep my distance, but get her attention. She might be able to help me out. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of what could go wrong and then shook his head, sighing, “Worst case scenario is that she tries to kill me…”

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