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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 22, 2014 0:20:34 GMT -8
 A lone hill within a small meadow valley with some trees and a camp on it. There appears to be a large camp at the top, walled in places by crude palisades and spikes. Multiple campfires light up the hill. To the west is cliffs, which lead down into a cold rocky beach. A longboat and crude dock seem to be these peoples' newest project. |
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Post by shawn on Nov 23, 2014 21:09:06 GMT -8
The being slowly sauntered through the dark forest. He wore a black cloak that covered his whole 6'2 broad and muscular form. His steel toed boots eased gently through the damp brush, His golden dread locks rose and fell with every silent, trained step he took. He looked around as he looked to the baseball sized spider, with purple eyes that seemed to follow him, traveling from tree to tree.|~~[Exounia]~~|| The being known as Exounia, the white spider or at times the white tiger, or anything. She was the Male's Marid. A high level demon that was bound to her master by not only a blood spell, full of an arcane seal..But, love. Exounia was in love with her mestre(Master) and likewise. He loved her. It was a very un healthy relationship. Though, they both didn't mind. She would do anything for him, and he would do anything for her. If no one was looking? She was a beautiful female. The female now sensed no real life threatening danger, and as she skidded from tree to tree her image wavered in a brief flash of dim light. Her true form was revealed. She was 5'8 and had a wonderful hourglass figure. Her curves were intensely contrasted to her toned, but developed body beneath the black silk dress, with the veil that cascaded over her long black hair, and almost glowing purple eyes. She wore no shoes...because it seemed as if she was gliding about the ground. She had a tan complexion, her right arm looped about Shawn's who smiled brightly, revealing his pearly white choppers..|~[Back to Shawn]~|| Shawn smiled in happiness as his beautiful women had her head on his shoulder now. She then slid on some hills and climbed about his back, she weighed practically nothing. She and him had a mental discussion about the people she sensed about a mile up the hill. He held out his right palm and his silver ring, with the green crystal on his middle finger glowed and a light flame arose in the middle of his hand. They continued up the hill. The night sky only illuminated by the very dim light of the crescent moon. Both hidden by the dark wear, and would only be spotted by the light of the small flame in Shawn's palm.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 23, 2014 21:36:10 GMT -8
While in the dead of the night, the fires at the top of the hill seemed to stand sentry; flickering orange dots and pillars of smoke alerting of human presence for what may be miles. The real sentries, however, went unseen. Archers, clad in brown leathers and buckles, padded with fur against the chilly night, waited in vigilant fervor. The excitement over the start of the camp as a settling location still had not left the men's hearts, and each performed their job with an exaggerated sense of fulfillment.
A rustle in the leaves. A breaking twig. Something was in the distance, shrouded in the night.
The man and his accompanying female would hear distant whispers of a frantic quality, before three long-haired men with drawn bows suddenly stepped out of the darkness, their deadly weapons trained on the trespassers. While they didn't shoot, an order and comply would take a second at most.
"Hey, stop where you are! Identify yourselves!"
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Post by shawn on Nov 23, 2014 22:52:52 GMT -8
The male's women simply smiled at the sentries. She had sensed them, and decided that she would LOVE to have some fun; nails sinking into the skin of her lover, she spoke into his mind: "Can i kill them...Just slaughter them...? Please beloved?" Her voice un-heard by the archers that stood in front of the couple. Even as she spoke in the mind she whispered to nothing in particular. "Hora de queimar ", would ooze from her mouth in a slick Gallic accent. Though it was barely even a whisper. Those very words, Shawn knew all to well. These archers spoke in the English tongue..They were Galvanic...and although, they were pointing their weapons at the two....which he found unacceptable due to the fact there was a female present. They had ventured onto their land. So, he would give them the benefit of the doubt. His Gallic accent thick. "We mean no harm good archers. We only are looking for a place to stay...and food. That is all..I ask of you, out of the worry for the safety of this area...that you lower your weapons in the presence of my lover here: Exousia, and i am Shawn." He spoke, though his ring shivered with energy though...it was a dim light, that was hidden by the bright light of the flames. His mind rang back to Exousia. "Not yet, my Lover...patience..Blood spilled that is not necessary is not good blood." His own eyes of a deep Hazel hue never leaving the beings in front of him
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 23, 2014 23:07:39 GMT -8
Skeptically, they lowered their bows. Then, one of them stepped forwards. Not only were the men armed with bows, but dirks at their belts as well.
"Perhaps... this may be arranged. You are far from any civilization that still lives... very far indeed."
Barbarians? Ruffians? Bandits? Their bedraggled equipment made them seem so, but really they were just a band of humans. Humans, with all the quirks and complexity of their intelligence constantly embroiled in the present circumstances. So far from anyone, visitors were very unlikely; so unlikely that those few who did arrive benefited from the group's innate human desire to make contact with other people.
They began leading them up the hill, following a path through the forest they seemed to know instinctively, despite no visible markings or trails. In their travel they would pass other sentries, two of whom joined them on their walk.
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Post by shawn on Nov 23, 2014 23:41:16 GMT -8
|~~[The Amazing hospitality...]~~|| Saved. They had been saved by their desire of not having engaged in combat. The female narrowed her eyes beneath the veil at the sentries that joined them, and the mere fact that she couldn't stand them was beside the point. Shawn had made a decision to give these barbaric people a chance...so, she would obey. She didn't want him to be displeased with her for killing....and decapitating each and every one of their skulls. Her hips swayed with grace and power was shown in the posture of her walk. She still had the slight magical shift from her earlier incantation and decided to continue it, in case her beloved had led them astray and these people were...like...cannibals or something. So, to avoid suspicion she said the rest of the spell in a sing songy voice, a voice...that when heard sent waves of pleasure through the ear, she was a Marid, though her voice had the perfect tone...the perfect pitch. "Hora de queimar meu pequeno ser , ao vinagreta completamente con meu odio por ti cousas miserables" her Gallic accent filling the area as they walked, and she nuzzled her master. The song putting her into good spirits.|| Shawn blinked at his lover's continuation of her spell of death, but when he heard her singing it with that almost hypnotic voice? He let it go, she was in good spirits and just preparing in case he was wrong about these people. Which...he doubted..I mean from the male's words that was leading him up the hill..There was little interaction with these people from the outside world. He had no interest in just slaughtering someone simply, because...they raised weapons to his women..though it still stung a bit, that they wouldn't even notice the female.Though, he would let that slide..His eyes scanned over the area, alert but slightly relaxed. He spoke up, hoping to break this god awful silence. "What happened to all the other peoples here? You guys must be pretty powerful to survive with no interaction...well, little to no interaction. How are you people faring up here?" He inquired, aiming these questions at the one who spoke earlier.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 24, 2014 0:05:41 GMT -8
"Better than the others, but not like we'd like to be," he responds gruffly. "What happened to the people here? There were no people here. We've migrated from the ruins of the old Kingdom of Medan."
He leads them up to the top of the hill, a tiring walk under the moon, stars, and silhouetted forest canopy. Here was a large encampment sprawled across the more or less flat top of the hill. A cold but slightly salty breeze blew over the crest of the hill, carrying with it the sound of distant waves. While not yet visible, somewhere in that black void on the other side of this giant hill was the ocean.
A wooden palisade wall encircled the camp, gaps forming rudimentary gateways into and out of the newly fledged community. At each of these gates were many guards and campires, talking amongst themselves and commenting at the passers by.
Within the camp were many tents and campfires, though many men at this time were asleep or going to sleep. In the center was a large tent, heavily decorated in primitive trinkets and tribal flare, with two heavily muscular guards in thick furs standing sentry at the entry flap with spears and shields.
One of the two door guards, seeing them approach, leaned into the tent and mentioned something. A moment later, someone emerged.
A grizzled, muscular man with thick blonde hair and woven beard stepped out in the worn down armor of a lost legion that nevertheless proved the most valuable set of armor in the community. At his left hip, a spatha could be seen safe in its red leather-bound scabbard. A tattered cape of similar hue made clear to all present who was leader, who moved over to the two with a proud stride to match.
"What is this?" He grumbled, looking immediately to his subordinates rather than the newcomers.
"Travelers, sir...they are lost, and are in need of hospitality."
Wolfgang's eyes flicked towards the two, who presented a very vibrant image amidst the backwoodsy atmosphere.
"Where are you from?"
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Post by shawn on Nov 24, 2014 0:31:00 GMT -8
|~[Hmm...]~~||Shawn listened to the male as he spoke. His partner had long stopped singing and had fallen asleep about his shoulder, as she was on his back. Her head placed upon his right shoulder ever so lightly, he knew that she was comfortable. Though, that did not stop him from admiring the environment as he listened to his guide into this un explored territory. Though, she appeared to be sleep. It was only, to give her some rest from the primary physical functions of being on this plane. Her own body belonged on a higher plan than the one the humans were walking across, she communicated with him through their mental link. She told him of her day, before they had came her. Her day...consisted of the usual: Killing, slaughtering, humiliating, shopping, and getting her nails done. She was a very simple female to Shawn at times when she wasn't very emotional, which he thought was brought about by years of being mistreated by earlier magicians who had summoned her, and to his surprise none found her attractive. It was very uncommon that was, to not find a beautiful girl...well...beautiful. He tuned back in to his guide's words just as they entered the small, but organized village. The murmurs of the villagers, the whispers of the people as the passed. Though...he was no surprised as his lover's eyes snapped open towards such whispers. She hated mumbling and this was going to be a serious problem. He was glad when they came face to face with the leader. It was an appeasing sight, to hear all the murmuring stop, and the leader address a question to them. Though, before he could respond. She spoke mentally, to him: "Please...can we just kill them and get out of here?" She pondered. Shawn looked at the leader giving a small nod of respect before responding to her. "No...We have to stay for the night...We have to feel out the village and really understand them. Then we explore other options...if they refuse? Then we may slaughter them, and use their souls as fuel to upgrade your prowess and that of my ring of Oden. Ok?" He mentally, replied. She just huffed and kept her head down upon his shoulder looking up at the massive being with such a hatred it practically, radiated off of her. That's where Shawn spoke. "I am from Edina..a Realm outside of your own.." He turned to his Amante. She didn't even blink, though her purple radiant eyes barely visible beneath the veil. "I am from the seventh plane of existence." Though she spoke from in front of herself, her voice echoed from all directions. The spell she had said swirled about in her body as she waited, still murmuring the lyrics of the Gallic incantations to herself. Shawn sighed at her express, though he couldn't blame her. He merely spoke again. "I think we should discuss some things in private, as to why we have decided to appear here."
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 24, 2014 1:21:34 GMT -8
"Hm."
Wolfgang was no stranger to magic. It's visible effects were the tip of the iceberg, as Wolfgang knew without a doubt that the strange pull and tug on his almost subconscious detection of the mana weave was coming from these strange newcomers. This was certainly something that intrigued him too, as stared with much experience and wisdom in his old eyes.
"Yes, we do." He nodded with authority and gestured the two inside his large tent. The inside of the tent was much more lavish than what could be seen through the open flaps of the smaller tents that comprised the camp around them. A large animal skin bed sat hanging in a hammock between two poles that helped prop the tent up. Tables of different sizes and shapes formed an outside circle around the center of the tent, mismatched hosts to a dazzling array of incense, books, ancient runes, potion bottles, and the like. The odd, inwardly-curved shape of a bladed falx could be seen laying against one of the tables. Yet, perhaps the most interesting of it all was a small red crystal, glowing ever so slightly red, laying on one of the tables with an assortment of cryptic parchment drawings and runes.
The crystal had what could be felt to the practiced mage as a powerful push, a repressive force that fizzled out magical conjurations with indiscriminate judgment. Shawn and his girl would find their magical powers further and further repressed, to the point of a complete silencing of capability. Yet it was not in a manner of offense that this happened; such was the anti-magic enchantment of one of his gems. Was this done to take away their power or set some kind of trap? No. Wolfgang truly had no dishonest intentions with the newcomers.
"Magic..." he growled. "I haven't felt that in many years." Wolfgang was talking about the ability of magic users to sense it in others. "Why are you here?"
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Post by shawn on Nov 24, 2014 7:28:59 GMT -8
Though, Shawn's abilities were now limited which he had no problem with. Standard magic nullifying would only agree with Shawn's earlier hypothesis. They were not barbaric, and even though his other was in fact, not a magical entity, but a high ranking demon her personal powers vibrated. Though, she put everything to a halt. As, Shawn gave her a mental note: "They aren't barbarians..please keep that sexy evil intent under wraps..It's a nullify gem. That means me and him will be on about equal terms..". The only reason why this mental link still worked is because they had made love, a bond of the souls..they just have trained on that bond awhile, no magic involved simply, the strength of their affection for one another, and her demonic essence which resided in Shawn. His lover nodded slowly, sliding her frame off of his back. Shawn gave a pearly white, and dazzling smile. That was before he laughed, he couldn't help it. It has been a long time, before he had encountered another magic user. He was extremely happy about this surprising turn of events. His laughter was brief but loud, as he came down from the humorous thoughts of his own. He turned back to the male who spoke to him. Then he was serious, just as his smile appeared it faded to that same observant look that consisted of his deep hazel in hue eyes wandering about everything, though. He meant now harm, he was ADHD. Focusing on one thing was not going to happen, unless, it was his lover. His eyes finally, landed upon the taller male's?(not quite sure on your height. I am just assuming you're taller. Shawn is 6'2.)
|~[Exouia's thoughts.]~~|| She was calmed by the nullification of magic. Though, she rarely used it, and instead used demonic lore it had literally, no effect on her. Her abilities came from what she was. Though, she was very considerate of the Male's intelligence to have magic nullification, and when Shawn entered her thoughts she nodded in agreement. They were not going to be slaughtered now at least...well, not by them. She had straightened her back slowly, her heel protected feet landed against the ground without a sound. She graceful made her way to nearby seat. She scanned the area slightly, as she yawned, but not with her eyes, with her sense. This male that was speaking to her beloved would sense what she was, unless, they haven't experienced a Marid before...which is HIGHLY likely, because there are only two left, and the other is sealed within a tomb in Persia, guarding a dead king. She would be sensed as an angel if this guy's sense went that far, which she was sure it did. She had witnessed Shawn's magic. She kept the veil over her face and spoke up before Shawn could answer her. "We're here to warn you...you being a magic user now that there is now a fifth Magic war. I don't know why you aren't on the battle field...If you weren't aware...then you now were. We're the nice Calvary. We came to warn and help you, but this war is spreading everywhere....That, and there is a beast in that ocean..known as Mulleres Centipede de reflexións. She is a personal EX- friend of mine. She is sometime spotted as a beautiful women rowing across the ocean, or when she is near there is a large black shape across the water as she is about 620 feet in length and 50 feet. She eats human flesh, and feeds off souls. We're off to slay her now..She seemed to be from the abyss..we're not sure." She spoke in her Gallic accent fluently and seriously, smiling at Shawn's laugh. Though...this beast was no joke.
|~[Back to Shawn.]~~|| Shawn nodded to his lover's words. She was right. This beast....had not only collected massive amounts of souls as it slithered through ocean coasts, and piers...but, it also, was an EXTENSIVE weapon constructor for the 'bad' side. They are the bad ones to him, because thy wish to exterminate all un-magical life. That was very unethical...and just wrong...Magician's weren't always magical..This side was led by Shadow Claw. The wizard from the abandoned sectors of Edina, who was traveling to universes and seizing things by the storm...quite annoying.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 24, 2014 9:11:57 GMT -8
Wolfgang had just been bombarded with the strangest information. A magic war in distant lands, a sea monster that ate souls. How much of this was true, and just what was going on? Ruins speckled the otherwise nature-grown wilderness, ancient sentinels of a civilization long past. While nothing in particular could be seen from here, their journey to the camp from a far away land would most likely have revealed that a civilization of people once tried to live in these lands, loosely scattered in settlements... and that something had destroyed their civilization. Wolfgang wondered if this war was an echo of times long past - a continuation of the scourge that left the world barren and empty. While little was known about that past, one thing was certain: civilization itself, with pioneers like Wolfgang and Lanceron at its head, had to carve out a new existence within these dangerous lands and rebuild itself.
"A war..? We are a neutral people, and do not wish to be pulled into someone else's war. Are we going to be attacked? And tell me more about this sea monster.... Mulleres Centipede."
They had just finished constructing a naval vessel. Wolfgang's most immediate concern, therefore, was the existence of 620 foot soul-eater.
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Post by shawn on Nov 24, 2014 10:08:05 GMT -8
Shawn had long since sat down upon a chair, where his lover slid into his lap. He could sense her damaged essence..and all though, she had not told him to leave out worry he sensed it. He didn't want to drag her into another fight and risk that. Though he couldn't come out and just tell her to sit out this one..So, he decided to use her magic for other things. His eyes never leaving the speaking male. He pondered though about the competence of this male that stood before him. Surely, the homo-sapient would understand that if the war ended on bad terms. The world would be subject to rebirth by fire. Though, Shawn was doubtful that they had much to any contact with the outside world...So, he would worry about the war later. This monster though had to be slain and her essence captured.By him. Exousia placed her rear directly into Shawn's lap, draping her legs over his lap, and the side of the chair, her lower back against the parallel arm of the chair. Her right arm encircling around his neck, and the other sliding through his light brown dreads. Then Shawn spoke, listening to the Male's concern. He assumed like, most villages, that resembled the Slovak Vikings. That they were curious of the sea, and had planned voyages maybe? It was a far stretch. Though, he could tell that an ocean was nearby due to the smell.
"Yes...A war...Despite your opinion. This is a global war...the only reason you have not seen it, is because they bases have not collided. Though, yes. The Mulleres Centipede is 620 foot soul-eater. That has a tank like top side, and a soft vulnerable underside. It has water magic, and can crawl upon land. It's said that it's face is nothing but darkness, and it has a mist of black widow venom. It is a very dangerous creature and it's feeding time is very soon. We wish to kill it, and extract it's essence. The Mulleres has more than likely set it's target upon this place...", Shawn replied. Exousia slowly craned her neck to the side, her hair, and veil draping down her shoulder.
"So...What do you suppose we do about it...Wolfgang." His names was spoke through her Gallic accent. Something she acquired from the villagers deepest thoughts, and her sort of vast knowledge. Though, she found her energy limited in the presence of that gem.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Nov 24, 2014 10:25:23 GMT -8
He thought deeply for a moment.
"So you've come here to take the essence of this monster... which is nearly upon us. Very well, I will help you. Let us plan, and we will destroy this beast."
This was highly risky, trusting strangers over a story that seemed very far fetched. Yet, the combination of their magical abilities and the even higher risks of not acting were enough to drive the warband leader to a conclusion.
In what felt like maybe the next hour, the three consulted one another on their abilities, potential strategies, and knowledge of their foe. (Be back later!)
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Post by shawn on Nov 24, 2014 12:35:37 GMT -8
|~[The Full proof plan?]~~|| Shawn nods once more looking over the map Wolfgang produced as they were going over the plan. There was a lot of holes in the plan..Though basically, this is what was to happen.
First: Exousia was to put her illusion spell, feitizo ilusión . Then she would hold that spell as she followed the ambush squad to a distant area, where. Shawn would activate his spell Inferno. Which would protect the archers and men from the she-beast. The inferno was a wall of brightly colored flames that could melt through rocks, he would just allow, mini holes in the wall to allow the arrows to fly through. As, him and Wolfgang fought to get to the beasts underside. The leader of this village made it clear, that his men were to have little to no casualties. Shawn was apart of a royal guard for his king back in his universe and had plenty of experience stopping unwanted deaths. This was going to be difficult....he had to let his lover go and draw her out...and lead her to the 'fake' village..while, Shawn and Wolfgang set up the trap. As, Wolfgang gathered his men. Shawn and Exousia walked to the end of the village, to the direction of the ocean. They locked eyes with one another..no words were needed as she stepped closer into his body, his arms enclosed around her hips, and their eyes locked. The mix of the purple gaze and his deep hazel one was one that could be described as beautiful. Then they leaned in to each other, the sound of rustling, and orders being given as their lips locked in a tight, and passionate embrace. A river of emotions flowed about from this kiss, that seemed to be proof of their never ending emotional connection. She felt that familiar rush of a warm...and smooth...intense feeling that ran through her body, and made her clutch onto him. As, he felt the same electric and imminent burst, of emotion and passion that seared into his very soul. A smile, came to both of their lips, and the mental words were said..I love you..and she was gone. A dash of unbelievable speed, towards the ocean. Her form shimmered with light, and melted into a large white Siberian tiger. That sped towards the ocean. As, Shawn followed Wolfgang to the location he wanted, he watched the village begin to shiver out of existence into nothing but trees. He couldn't help but turn around in her direction...worrying..That brief moment was ended by Wolfgang showing him where this trap place was, and his ring glimmered with a ray of green light as he looked around the clearing. This better work..he thought.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Jan 22, 2015 15:41:22 GMT -8
-Several months later...-A lot of time had passed since the slaying of the Mulleres Centipede beast. The spectacle had been an epic combination of the arcane between Wolfgang, Shawn, and Exousia, and the combined efforts of many archers, all of which involved a plot to draw the beast into a nest of giant bees. After the success, work on the Greydan longship continued at triple pace. With an increase in morale, food from fishing, and security in the waters, their small society had grown that much more productive. When the longship finished, exploration of the nearby seas began. Thi s has allowed the discovery of a distant, anomalous expanse of placid sea and mist far out into the ocean, though so far few dared to get too close. Rumors and speculation of it being the "end of the earth" began to circulate, and something of a superstition started to develop.
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Post by Vale on Jan 22, 2015 16:03:08 GMT -8
The first spears of sunlight pierced the horizon and began to flood the land with early morning warmth. The Lone Hill, no matter their current status, would likely soon wake to face the morning ahead - if they had not woken already. Any guards on duty around the outside of the Greydan Camp would see something peculiar: a stranger, climbing the hill towards them.
Vale was a man built well. He wore a combination of leather and chain that could barely be considered armour and a cloak of thick fur had been draped around his shoulders; though this cloak was matted and well-used and could hardly be used to mistake him for a man of particular importance. Armed with a two-handed sword that hung against his back from a leather strap crossing his shoulder and chest, Vale approached the entrance of the encampment in a clearly non-hostile manner.
"Greetings!" Vale called, one half of his face covered by a mask fashioned from the skull of some sort of beast. The other half of his face had strange, tribal patterns painted - or perhaps tattooed - upon his skin. "May I speak with someone?"
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Jan 22, 2015 16:28:21 GMT -8
Archers quickly drew their bows, training their weapons on the man as forward scout guards moved from the bushes and the trees to intercept him. Security was tight around the camp, though he'd find that they were not necessarily hostile. A big, burly man in heavy furs and, like the newcomer, a face mask, was the one to come up to him and greet him flatly with his deep, gravelly voice. ".. Who are you?" |
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Post by Vale on Jan 22, 2015 17:07:50 GMT -8
"This is the clan that owns longboats and other vessels of the ocean?" Questioned Vale, rubbing his hands together in the early morning chill. "I come here asking for aid. It is not a serious matter, but I would welcome any help and there will be a reward."
"The simplest way I can put this request is that I need to hire a boat in order to return home. It would take weeks, possibly months if I were to make the journey on foot. Unfortunately, there's an urgency on the wind that I cannot ignore and with one of your boats, I could sail inland down the Siverion River to my destination in a week. Maybe less. My tribe has trinkets and other valuables we can offer as payment... Plus perhaps even trading opportunities?"
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Jan 22, 2015 17:17:53 GMT -8
"Mmm..." The large axe-wielding man thought hard for a second.
"Come with me," he said, evidently convinced. Standing out here in the open wouldn't do anything. They would need Wolfgang, their leader, to resolve this interaction.
They climbed the hill, crossing into the camp, where they came upon the central hut, a newly fashioned wooden structure where an ornate tent used to stand, draped in various tribal artwork and hides. Within was Wolfgang Von Danzig, who slowly emerged after one of the guards entered to tell him of the new stranger, Vale.
Wolfgang gazed upon the newcomer for a brief moment, then spoke.
"Where is your home? And how did you get lost?"
His voice was grizzled with some age, wear, and tear, but his eyes bespoke wisdom and experience.
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Post by Vale on Jan 23, 2015 3:20:15 GMT -8
Vale followed the warrior in silence, quietly taking in the sights of the camp and the men who lived and worked there. These people seemed to be warriors; all of them. He would have to be careful not to offend, though as a warrior himself he let no single one of them intimidate them. Though his appearance might have been more tribal, more belonging to the forestlands than the rest of them, he almost looked like he would belong in such a place.
Standing before the central hut, he bowed his head as a sign of greeting and respect as their evident leader came forth to meet him. "You misunderstand, Sir. I am not lost, I am a man of the wilds. I follow the land wherever it may lead me and live in harmony with the earth and the trees as my Gods dictate. However, I now find myself needing to return. I can feel it on the air and in the ground when I lay my head at night. Something is afoot; a threat to my home and my peaceful people."
He looked up at the sky and though no eye untrained in his ways would likely understand it, he saw an omen in their very shapes. The largest that covered the morning sky looked almost like a crow; the shape of a bird and a darkness not matched by any other cloud around it.
"My people live in harmony with nature and its spirits. A hundred leagues down the Silverion River, where the forestlands grow. My home has no name, not is it easy to find. But within those trees lie our communities, sheltered from the outside world."
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