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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Jan 23, 2015 10:05:02 GMT -8
Indeed Vale fit in. What may seem at first like just a barbarian ruffian band would slowly give way to the perception of just another struggling human culture, with all manner of occupations and tribal art styles and beliefs, trying to make it in this forested world.
"People..." Wolfgang said, pondering. "There are others, out beyond these woods? In what direction?" Vale may have noticed in his travels that while numerous ruins of civilization long past dotted the lands, from plains to forest alike, few living human communities existed in these deep woods or for miles and miles around. Wolfgang and his isolated band of men and women had been in search of other communities for quite some time now, and Vale had provided the first lead.
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Post by Vale on Jan 24, 2015 0:41:06 GMT -8
"There are. Isolated, hidden perhaps, but they do exist. When you roam far enough over land you will see them; small farming villages, perhaps a town, perhaps just a group of huts surrounding a central fire. They might be the only one of their kind for a hundred leagues, but if you know where to look you can find them. When you travel further inland, in the direction I ask you to take me for instance, you will even encounter small kingdoms led by titles of royalty and nobility. Civilization is rebuilding in this age, I have seen it."
Not sure what else to say on the matter, Vale instead began to turn in order to inspect the camp. It seemed an interesting place; in ways it reminded him of his home, though there were clear differences that he could not ignore.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Feb 3, 2015 10:22:18 GMT -8
"Hm.." Wolfgang thought for a moment, and decided to visit something slightly off the current topic. "So far there is only one location of interest to us through exploration by longship... a strange misty region far out from land. You seem well-traveled. Do you know anything about this anomaly?" He asked in his gruff voice, after allowing Vale a moment to absorb the details of their primitive and rustic culture.
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Post by Vale on Feb 12, 2015 10:46:55 GMT -8
Vale thought for a moment, then looked up towards the sky to peer at the clouds. He watched his breath form a clear smoke as it left his throat, then peered back down to Wolfgang Von Danzig with what he hoped would be a worthwhile answer. "I have not seen it myself, for I have not crossed the seas. But the spirits of nature tell us that mist is formed when cool air meets warm air, especially by water. Perhaps the anomaly you seek to understand is a place made hot by the ground, but battered by the cool airs of the seas to form your mist."
"I'm sorry I can't be of more help."
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Feb 12, 2015 14:02:08 GMT -8
Clearly Vale wasn't quite sure about what Wolfgang had mentioned. Because that didn't work, he moved on to his next idea. "Very well then," he said, as if retracting the notion that their exploration needs were confined to one place, "you may board the ship and guide us to others. I'll have the crew begin preparation for the journey. I wish to know more of these kingdoms."
One of the other barbarians nodded, knowing without any saying that it was time to prepare for the sea. He walked off, presumably to pass along his leader's orders.
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Post by Vale on Feb 14, 2015 2:02:42 GMT -8
Vale kept himself composed as the barbarian moved off to prepare for the warlord's implied orders to pass. "I see. How long will be needed before we leave? I could use a few hours to seek herbs and alchemical ingredients in the wild. I prepared some beforehand, but I wasn't honestly expecting to even be heard here, much less for you to graciously agree, so I took no more than I found on my walk here."
He opened a pouch strapped to his waist, then pushed against it so that the opening could be seen at Wolfgang's angle. It held several strange roots, coloured leaves and moss. "I can make some basic potions to help with healing and illness."
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Feb 14, 2015 22:26:47 GMT -8
"Oh, we won't be setting sail until tomorrow morning. Until then, you may go freely throughout the camp and beyond. Just don't start any trouble," Wolfgang warned, though he seemed to think, on an intuitive level at least, that Vale was a trustworthy and mature individual who had much to offer the Greydan. Both the Greydan and their visitor were lucky; Vale's mission necessitated the very fruition of their own. "And perhaps at some point, we can trade knowledge of plants and their properties," he said with a final note, referring to herbalism and primitive alchemy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 12:28:53 GMT -8
The hawk had been disoriented by the immense fog he'd flown through. He flew higher than he was supposed to, to help his Mistress. And now he couldn't find her. He couldn't see her with his sharp eye, and he didn't know why. Where was she? Why wasn't she trying to look through his eyes? The forlorn bird chirped as he tried to alert his mistress that he was still alive and well. His wings were growing tired, he needed to rest. But where could he? How could he, when something was so clearly amiss and that he couldn't even find the wolf that was both his friend and his sister in that she too, was part of Feruzia's party.
He swooped down from the sky, extending his talons, wings beating to exhaustion in his haste to find purchase. The tired animal crashed into a tent, and he gave startled squawks of dismay as he became entangled in the fabric, panic welling up in his feathered breast.
Poor bird... He just wanted to find Feruzia, and now he was lost, exhausted from flying through hours and hours of fog, and a great pain seared through his wing, which was broken as a result of his crash landing.
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Post by The Ravkens on Feb 18, 2015 22:57:55 GMT -8
Somewhere off in another part of the camp, at the same time as the interaction between Vale and Wolfgang, a hawk had lost its flight and crashed into a tent, stirring up everyone around the sudden incident. People of all types within the community circled the crash zone. It wasn't everyday something strange like this happened, but it wasn't exactly suspicious, either. A hawk was sick or reaching the end of its life, and made its unfortunate final landing here at the camp. Such was the circle of life and death. A few seconds after its landing, the dark night sky began to sprinkle. Rain clouds must have moved in under the cover of darkness above. A moment passed, people unsure or in disagreement as to what to do (" someone help it!" or " I think maybe it needs to be put out of its misery"), until someone parted the group and walked authoritatively to the poor bird. He was instinctively granted access to the creature of interest, and for a good reason: he was the camp's falconer. "He will be alright. It looks like the wing is broken, and that he'll recover in time." He had guessed at the bird's gender based on its size and appearance, and was already gingerly scooping the it up into his arms. It if allowed him (well, he'd find a way regardless), he would transport it with utmost care to his tent. It needed his care, and he was due for a sea-bound journey the following morning. Could he nurse a hawk to health out at sea?
(The next scene in this story is here.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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