Heartshot
Bringing nothin' to the table since birth
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@Moonshadow @Skout64 @Impocractes
In a busy market street stands a building lined far out the door with waiting customers. The business belonged to aged widow Aila Juba, famed throughout Nontle for her trademark spiced vinegar, a tasty addition to many meals that Nontle natives craved. The highly decorated Captain Tessema is seen exiting the building, waving farewell to the woman whom he'd known as a young ruffian when this area was impoverished. Captain Tessema walks across a crowded street to a few of his men getting the last necessities for the voyage, making sure to flaunt his jar of Juba. A rambunctious people by nature, what would typically be considered a disrupting display of enthusiasm elsewhere would hardly go noticed here in Nontle.
"Booaai!!" Captain Tessema exclaimed the common Nontle expression used in a variety of situations.
"Look here, look here so you are seeing this." The Nontle's had a habit of repeating their intended meaning in a various amount of ways - ironically with the intention of clarity.
"Be ma gran' prize!" Tessema finished as his men gathered around him excitedly.
Juba was a very difficult thing to get, only Aila made it and her batches were sold once or twice a month. At their enthusiastic pleas, Kifle made a decree. "Each one, you all, will have one - I say have it only this time once to dip into my Juba and then it will not be time again, no more. Private get me a loaf."
Kifle let the men rip away at the loaf of bread and each get a single dip of the flavorful Juba vinegar. As the men were finishing their snack, Kifle ran his eyes across the supplies they had gotten. Salted beefs, cured hams, sun-baked fish, and finally he saw the most important item. Seeds. Seeds of all kinds in a tiny leather envelope.
They would have the first ever Field Lanai on an airship, an area dedicated to viable fields for agriculture. Kifle is pleased with his men's competence. The Captain reminds himself of the other crew members. They had both lived in the city for some time, and were used to the training schedule - but were allowed plenty of time for leisure. Adapting the Nontle way of life could prove challenging for many, but over the years Kifle had learned to respect the team he would be risking his life with. Today was the usual favorite of the week. Whatever may lay beyond The Portal, it was decided that the crew touching land was a huge possibility, and that traversing difficult terrain would be aided by the use of the signature Nontle Danemaer. A Danemaer is a canine creature as large as a horse, highly intelligent and capable of more dynamic maneuverability. They were the best companions in the realm. The crew members, over time, had learned to bond with a specific Dane-Mayor. It would soon be time to meet at the stables and take their respectful mounts on a trail circumnavigating the city. Kifle waited at the Danemaer stables for the rest of the crew, leaning into the stall of his Danemaer and stroking its snout,
"Be resting, Toti...Good, good boy. You want to run? Is that what you are wanting, eh?" He chuckles. The Captain notices a figure making its way to the manor...
@Moonshadow @Skout64 @Impocractes
In a busy market street stands a building lined far out the door with waiting customers. The business belonged to aged widow Aila Juba, famed throughout Nontle for her trademark spiced vinegar, a tasty addition to many meals that Nontle natives craved. The highly decorated Captain Tessema is seen exiting the building, waving farewell to the woman whom he'd known as a young ruffian when this area was impoverished. Captain Tessema walks across a crowded street to a few of his men getting the last necessities for the voyage, making sure to flaunt his jar of Juba. A rambunctious people by nature, what would typically be considered a disrupting display of enthusiasm elsewhere would hardly go noticed here in Nontle.
"Booaai!!" Captain Tessema exclaimed the common Nontle expression used in a variety of situations.
"Look here, look here so you are seeing this." The Nontle's had a habit of repeating their intended meaning in a various amount of ways - ironically with the intention of clarity.
"Be ma gran' prize!" Tessema finished as his men gathered around him excitedly.
Juba was a very difficult thing to get, only Aila made it and her batches were sold once or twice a month. At their enthusiastic pleas, Kifle made a decree. "Each one, you all, will have one - I say have it only this time once to dip into my Juba and then it will not be time again, no more. Private get me a loaf."
Kifle let the men rip away at the loaf of bread and each get a single dip of the flavorful Juba vinegar. As the men were finishing their snack, Kifle ran his eyes across the supplies they had gotten. Salted beefs, cured hams, sun-baked fish, and finally he saw the most important item. Seeds. Seeds of all kinds in a tiny leather envelope.
They would have the first ever Field Lanai on an airship, an area dedicated to viable fields for agriculture. Kifle is pleased with his men's competence. The Captain reminds himself of the other crew members. They had both lived in the city for some time, and were used to the training schedule - but were allowed plenty of time for leisure. Adapting the Nontle way of life could prove challenging for many, but over the years Kifle had learned to respect the team he would be risking his life with. Today was the usual favorite of the week. Whatever may lay beyond The Portal, it was decided that the crew touching land was a huge possibility, and that traversing difficult terrain would be aided by the use of the signature Nontle Danemaer. A Danemaer is a canine creature as large as a horse, highly intelligent and capable of more dynamic maneuverability. They were the best companions in the realm. The crew members, over time, had learned to bond with a specific Dane-Mayor. It would soon be time to meet at the stables and take their respectful mounts on a trail circumnavigating the city. Kifle waited at the Danemaer stables for the rest of the crew, leaning into the stall of his Danemaer and stroking its snout,
"Be resting, Toti...Good, good boy. You want to run? Is that what you are wanting, eh?" He chuckles. The Captain notices a figure making its way to the manor...
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