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Post by Travelling Merchants on Dec 16, 2017 10:24:36 GMT -8
At night, the camp went silent. A few guards remained on perimeter watch, but within all work and traffic stopped at mealtime and everyone was abed not long after dusk. With these men it seemed desert habits died hard, where the rising and falling of the sun meant so much to them and their survival as a people. The night was uneventful and silent, but by the time the sun was beginning to appear in the morning horizon the warriors and traders of the camp were up and packing. Breakfast was served quickly, which they ate while loading wagons and carriages with locked chests and crates or sacks of supplies.
As morning rolled on the tents in the camp were taken down and packed also, including all furnishings inside from tables to ornamentation. All seemed to find a place in the caravan, even the things they didn't originally bring. When they were finally ready, the men began to mount up with the captain taking his place by the front.
"Has anyone seen that old woman?" He could be heard asking his companions.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 17, 2017 11:06:19 GMT -8
Travelling Merchants The merchants wouldn’t be kept waiting for long. Only a few minutes after they had finished mounting up, the old woman approached, riding the same gray donkey as she had been riding yesterday. Waving at the captain, Grandma pulled her mount up to a stop about ten paces away. “Good morning, Captain. As expected, I see your camp is quite efficient when it comes to packing up. If you don’t mind my asking, where is the next destination we'll be headed?” Grandma intended to follow the man regardless of where he was going, but she’d prefer to have a vague idea in advance.
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Post by Travelling Merchants on Jan 18, 2018 11:48:28 GMT -8
"The desert!" The Captain replied to Grandma with a grin. "The Swallowing Sea, the endless sands; Deadly, unbearably hot, near impossible to survive in, yet beautiful! You will see why our people have survived there where few others can - not because of race, pride or greed, but because of perseverance, strength, co-operation and a few ancient secrets found here and there along the way." He looked back behind him, by which point all his men were ready to go and the entire camp was packed into the convoy and ready to travel. "Feel free to sit on a wagon rather than your mule, if you should find yourself wishing for some more comfort on our journey." With that, the captain blew three sharp whistles and took hold hold of the reins then gave them a small shake to make the animals start moving forwards. Within a few seconds, the merchant convoy was on the move.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 23, 2018 16:08:58 GMT -8
“I have yet to extensively travel the deserts on this continent, but if they're even half as interesting as you make it sound, I’m sure I’ll thoroughly enjoy our journey there. I think I shall also take you up on that offer captain, besides, my mule will also grow weary if I make it carry me the whole way there.”
Guiding her animal over to the wagon, Grandma dismounts and climbs up into it, leaning up against whatever is most convenient. The donkey seems to know to follow after its master, despite not having a rope tied to the wagon or anything else of the sort to physically compel it. It plods after the wagon, apparently content with the situation it is present in.
The old woman idly wondered how long it would take the convoy to reach the desert. Although she hoped it wouldn’t be an excessively lengthy journey, she did have a few things to keep her occupied on the way there. From within her robes, Grandma pulls a black cube-shaped object, covered on all sides by runes so small they’re barely visible to the naked eye. For the foreseeable future, unless interrupted, the old woman simply studied the object.
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