Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Apr 30, 2018 6:53:19 GMT -8
Deep in the unforgiving Aridian Desert lies one of the few towns that populate the harsh area. All who tread in the desert, have a chance of being devoured by creatures both big and small. Practically everything you see is extremely poisonous, and if attacked or bitten the vemon of these creatures will kill you in a few minutes, if you do not find harbor in The Tribe of Aridia's towns wherein the antidotes lie. Only close friends and allies are led through the desert without trouble, for the Tribe knows the way of the desert. Many Venturers have gone mad or never returned from the desert. For the Tribe is not comfortable with outlanders and will kill them if they are a threat, to their secrecy. See: thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3178/tribe-aridia
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 4, 2018 16:19:55 GMT -8
The small caravan trepidatiously poked along the Aridian border, waiting for an escort of some kind to help them brave the desert. They had three flags raised. One was the Isran flag, the second a flag with a tree on it, signifying one of its protectorates, and the third a white flag of peace.
The caravan itself was laden with agricultural products such as food and medicinal potions, semi-precious stones, and supplies for the travelers. It was also well-guarded by a contingent of mounted archers on the backs of wildebeests, and powerful druids.
Sitting in the back of one of the caravans was a strange young man, with a predatory bird on his shoulder, surrounded by piles of scrolls.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on May 5, 2018 16:36:24 GMT -8
The People traveling within the safe confines of the caravan would see a column of dust and sand travel towards them a an alarming speed. The newcomer had a longbow swung over his shoulder and a small silent knife at his hip. His sandy robes and worn clothing suggested, that he had been traveling for a long time. His horse stopped abruptly in front of the travelers, a show of a well trained horse and pure skill.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
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Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 6, 2018 17:43:00 GMT -8
ArridiaThe desert heat washed over the bronzed skinned man as he strode quickly across the shifting sands. His light-colored loosely fitting garb protected him from the worse of the blazing sun, though even if he were stark naked he'd not much mind the sun, thanks be to his Tal'nish, the engraved tattoo like wards that told the story of this desert dweller and granted him various protections from a myriad of discomforts and hazards--- such was the gift of being Far-shaw, the first scout, and not even banishment had been able to take those from him. He had little to go on, rumors more than anything of a desert people living in these parts. Perhaps they where his kin, at least distantly... The marks under his eyes denoting him as banished burned fiercely as the sun as he tried to recall anything of his tribe or their location... No he was not permitted such things, the all mother had decreed as much, but the yearning in his heart drove him forward--- his long legs began to eat away at the distance as he raced towards a stone cliff still some distance off.
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 6, 2018 22:24:44 GMT -8
The caravan's guards took a defensive formation around their charge, but they did not raise their bows nor charge their magic. They figured what was arriving was an escort. At least they hoped it was.
The lead guard bowed respectfully towards the arrival. "Hail. We are a trade caravan from the Land-Tiller's Expanse, a land currently under the protection of the Isran Empire. We come wishing to learn more about your tribe and land, and are willing to trade both goods and knowledge as a gesture of good w-"
"Achoo!" A loud sneeze came from inside one of the covered carts. It was followed by what sounded like a falcon shriek.
"Of course I brought my allergy herbs. They aren't working." A young voice said from within the cart.
The guard cleared his throat. "Echem. Well then... Anyways I assume you are the Sand Cat Lady Naoki briefed us on. Your riding skills are impressive."
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"... Achoo."
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on May 7, 2018 6:25:22 GMT -8
The Sand Cat respectfully bowed, to the caravans guards, then spoke with a slight accent that sweetened his words. "Thank You, and welcome to Aridia. It may not seem like much from here but, through our travel to our capital, I will show you the ways of the desert. And uh...who is this man in caravan?" Asked The Sand Cat curiously.
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 7, 2018 6:57:18 GMT -8
"Ah that is Huata of the Ditanny. He is a young druid in training."
The guard lowered his voice. "Between you and me, he is rather simple-minded. But the elders have taken a liking to him. He has been sent to learn of the wildlife here."
As if on cue, Huata poked his head from under the fabric cover of the wagon. He was a pale-skinned man with brown hair and a boyish face, though his nose was currently covered in a fistful of herbs. Just above his head appeared a falcon's. This was likely his traveling companion.
"... Hi." He said brightly, though his voice was muffled by the herbs.
"I think you're supposed to make a tea out of those." The guard said.
"I wanna see if this works better." Huata replied.
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Atma Yaela
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Appears to be mid-30's in age.
Physical Description: Numerous tattoos and a strange manner of dress hide what could be (or could have once been) a very attractive woman. Atma is 5'9, has a slight build,and piercing green eyes.
Registered: May 4, 2018 17:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Atma Yaela on May 7, 2018 17:25:16 GMT -8
Tam Mhel FarshawWith the sun baring down mercilessly on the sand, and the reflected heat raising off of the desert floor, it might have looked like the woman appeared out of nowhere. Anyone familiar with the natural occurrences of the desert would quickly be able to chalk up the sudden appearance to an optical illusion, but either way the figure approached Tam. As she grew closer, Atma called out to the man in her native tongue; a predictably vowel-heavy dialect specific to the Aridian Tribe and most of the surrounding peoples. As Tam came into focus, she changed tactic and called out in common, a single word but still laced with her heavy Aridian accent. "Outlander?" she asked, her voice a bit loud as she came to a halt. Atma pulled the hood back on her wind-and-sand tattered robe with her right hand, her left hand occupied by her staff. The staff was decorated with the skull of a ram and dangled a grigri made of a human skull. The staff combined with the horns on her headdress and her scattered wisps of hair gave the woman a strange look. She looked upon the large olive-skinned man, and appeared a bit confused.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on May 7, 2018 18:28:58 GMT -8
The reply, was short but pronounced nicely. "Please follow me". The Sand Cat, then proceeded to turn, and start to ride back into the desert. Knowing that the outlanders, would follow him.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on May 7, 2018 18:43:04 GMT -8
Arridia The desert heat washed over the bronzed skinned man as he strode quickly across the shifting sands. His light-colored loosely fitting garb protected him from the worse of the blazing sun, though even if he were stark naked he'd not much mind the sun, thanks be to his Tal'nish, the engraved tattoo like wards that told the story of this desert dweller and granted him various protections from a myriad of discomforts and hazards--- such was the gift of being Far-shaw, the first scout, and not even banishment had been able to take those from him. He had little to go on, rumors more than anything of a desert people living in these parts. Perhaps they where his kin, at least distantly... The marks under his eyes denoting him as banished burned fiercely as the sun as he tried to recall anything of his tribe or their location... No he was not permitted such things, the all mother had decreed as much, but the yearning in his heart drove him forward--- his long legs began to eat away at the distance as he raced towards a stone cliff still some distance off. Unknown to the desert traveler up ahead was a small group of Owls, waiting for his arrival. For they had been tracking the man, for a few days, and finally wanted to know what he was doing in their land. Their bows were drawn taught as the traveler, walked over the last dune, separating them.
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 10, 2018 0:36:35 GMT -8
The caravan guard nodded. He turned around and signaled the rest of the caravan with a twirling fist. "Alright boys and girls. You heard him. Let's move out!"
The wildebeest-mounted guards once again took a defensive formation around the caravan, and the head riders spurred the caravan on in the direction that their escort would lead them. As they prepared to disembark, Huata clumsily withdrew into his caravan, his falcon's wings seemingly shooing him in. As the moved his cart continued to emit sniffing noises.
The druids on board the carts, including Huata, started gathering energy that they would use for various spells, such as summoning small additions of water, defending against desert creatures, or deflecting sand storms.
There was a mix of men and women among them, mostly human but with a few elves, with classic pointy ears and tribal marks on their faces and arms. The guards were mostly men, mercenaries with leathery skin and bows and spears, who seemed well- accustomed to the desert. Indeed there was one on the eastern border of their homeland, though it wasn't quite as harsh as this one...
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on May 10, 2018 6:27:55 GMT -8
They would travel for hours upon hours, sleeping by day, and traveling by night. For the scoring sun, could inflict serious burns, if one did not seek the shelter of a tent. Occasionally, the Sand Cat would venture out into the desert and return with mystery meat for meals. The Sand Cat only carried a couple thing with him, other than his weapons. He carried a small tent, a water pouch, a small leather sack, that held the mystery meat. Several times the Sand Cat pointed out things that the caravan's guards, would probably have never seen(a ripple in the sand that warned of a snakes den, ect.)
The desert would look almost the exact same over every rise, desert dunes upon desert dunes. But the caravan soon noticed could see that the Sand Cat was confident in his knowledge of the desert. Occasionally the group could see a small patch of trees, which signified an oasis. Hours, quickly turned into days, and finally they were there. The Ardian Capital: Djedjusir. One could see from afar that the Aridian people had built their tents, and stuructres on top, of ancient ruins that surrounded the oasis.
OOC: The city is the picture above, at the top of the post.
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Atma Yaela
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Appears to be mid-30's in age.
Physical Description: Numerous tattoos and a strange manner of dress hide what could be (or could have once been) a very attractive woman. Atma is 5'9, has a slight build,and piercing green eyes.
Registered: May 4, 2018 17:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Atma Yaela on May 10, 2018 12:14:59 GMT -8
Huata of the Dittany((OOC: I think Arridia had Atma leading the caravan but I kind of missed the boat on that one so I'll just play it like she was waiting on them! Sorry for any confusion guys!)) As the caravan came into sight, it would take no time at all for word of its arrival to reach into every corner of Djedjusir. Outlanders were not the norm so close to the city, and a caravan full of them being led to the city by one of their own Sand Cats was all but unheard of. The party had only traveled by night, and the first rays of the morning sun were just peeking over the cliffs as they came into view. Atma stepped out of the temple in the center of the city, and pulled the hood of her tattered white robe over her head. In her left hand she held her staff, and began walking toward the front gates of the city. The woman left the temple with only a couple of followers, but by the time she'd reached the gates she'd accumulated a small crowd of onlookers. As the caravan raised dust towards them, Atma turned to the onlookers in her presence. "These outlanders serve at the pleasure of our Shiekh." she said simply, her voice speaking in their native tongue just a bit louder than speaking volume. "And they will not be harmed while they are here." With that, Atma turned back towards the caravan, preparing to meet it.
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 11, 2018 17:26:09 GMT -8
As hours turned into days and days turned into more days, the travelers found that they had underestimated the desert. The elves, who preferred to not eat meat out of principle, were forced to indulge in the mysterious flesh as their supplies ran low. (They wanted to maintain their trade goods and not pick at them too much.) The druids worked overtime to draw what water they could out of the desert mana and protect their animals from sunburn. If it wasn't for the sand cat would have given up and turned back for certain.
The least troubled traveler was Huata, who in between sniffing his nose and helping the other druids would ask incessant questions about the wildlife.
"Are the snakes nocturnal as well? What about their prey? And what do the prey eat? Are the plants perennial? Do they flower? What pollinates them?" The young man seemed surprisingly knowledgeable through his questions, though to the chagrin of his druid companions he occasionally pronounced words wrong, like perennial.
When they finally arrived, they were universally relieved, though Huata might have lasted longer, fueled by curiosity.
The guards immediately percieved the importance of the priestess through her following of onlookers. They would bow their heads, and the leader would say, "We come in peace as representatives of the Land-Tiller's state, a protectorate of the Isran Enpire. May we dismount?"
Huata poked his head out from the curtain of his wagon, carefully observing the pretty lady with awe. Rolls of wet leaves were stuck up his nose, making him look a bit like a walrus.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2018 19:47:34 GMT -8
The anxious crowd parted, then bowed as one to the figure that strolled through the space. The newcomer was garbed in tan robe, that covered his face with a type of shawl. But the caravan could plainly see the the tan skin poking between the robe. The newcomer, created The High Priestess, then turned to the caravan. "Welcome to my lands", stated the newcomer in an even voice, making it clear that he was the Sheikh of the Tribe. "I have been informed of who you are, and I welcome you with an open heart. I understand, that with you is a young one who would like to learn the secrets of the desert... Ahhh, excuse me, where are my manners. Allow me to invite you into my humble village." He stepped back to allow the travelers to pass.
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Atma Yaela
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Appears to be mid-30's in age.
Physical Description: Numerous tattoos and a strange manner of dress hide what could be (or could have once been) a very attractive woman. Atma is 5'9, has a slight build,and piercing green eyes.
Registered: May 4, 2018 17:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Atma Yaela on May 11, 2018 20:52:02 GMT -8
Atma's own words seemed foreign to her somehow. The High Priestess had vehemently on several occasions condemned outlanders on the whole, painting them in her teachings as prideful, greedy, murderous blasphemers; but now she spoke an order for their protection and safety. To her own people, the faithful, she defended the outlanders. It put a bad taste in her mouth, but was her Sheikh's will.
"At your leisure, outlander." she said in common with a slight dip of her head, returning the bow and request to dismount the caravan. Atma thanked the Sand Cat tasked with bringing the outlanders to Djedjusir, and dismissed him to rest and recuperate from the journey.
As the Sheikh approached, and the citizens of the capitol city bowed, Atma followed suit; though she did not bow as deeply as the more common people in the crowd of onlookers. She spoke in Aridian to the Sheikh.
"Sire, please allow me to present the .. outlanders .. brought to us at your request. They hail from a place called 'The Land-Tiller's Expanse', and inform me that they come under the banner of 'Isra'." While Atma addressed the Sheikh in her native tongue, anyone in earshot on the caravan would undoubtedly have recognized the words 'Land Tiller's Expanse' and 'Isra', which she communicated in common. The Sheikh would obviously already know of Atma's misgivings about the outlanders, and she intended to have her say now that they had arrived, but with the crowd gathered it was not the time. The witch bit her tongue.
Atma once again turned her attention to the crowd.
"Return to your duties. Please. Let us not disrupt ourselves more than necessary."
Atma bowed again to the Sheikh as he addressed the caravan and stepped aside, and began walking ahead of the column the caravan created - expecting that they had not come all this way to refuse the Sheikh's hospitality.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 7:25:42 GMT -8
The Sheikh watched intently as Atma lead the outsiders through the the winding, busy streets of Djedjusir. As the caravan walked deeper into the city, they would see what almost no other, outlander had yet seen. What life in Aridia was like.
Exotic fruits, were being carried here and fro. Tents and adobe huts, were perched on ruins of ancient beings that once ruled this world. But life seemed to center itself around the oasis. On the other side of the oasis, sat a small, but humble hut. "This", explained The Sheikh evenly, "will be your home for your time period of stay. Please, get refreshed then I will send Atma to you, in order to discuss, why you are here."
He turned on his heels, and melted back into the busy city with Atma at his heels.
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 14, 2018 6:31:30 GMT -8
Huata stretched his hand out of the caravan to wave at the Sheikh. Immediately after, his companion falcon leaped out from beneath the curtains and sat on his arm. This was a pretty clear sign that Huata was the animal person who was interested in learning about the wildlife. He grinned awkwardly, his nose still stuffed with medicinal herbs.
"Thank you for your hospitality. We promise we will impose on your people as little as possible. Also the young man back there... that would be him."
Huata waved again. His falcon jostled up and down slightly and made a little EEK noise as he did so. The creature looked around at the people intently. Its coloration suggested that it was not a native species adapted to the desert, lacking the characteristic beige with brown speckles. Instead, its wings were a solid grey, and its belly and feet black and white. It was a forest falcon that made use of shadows cast by trees to ambush its prey. It was a bit big for a falcon.
The guards were mostly at ease. They sensed only a bit of tension from Atma, but that was to be expected; if the crowd was any indication these people were not used to outsiders. And priests were typically rather busy people. They dismounted, carefully leading their animals through the crowds. Speaking of which, these beasts would probably be a bit more familiar. They were a breed of tamed wildebeests, a bit like bulls, but leaner and striped, bearded and with ridges of hair on their backs. They were mostly found in dry grassland on the edges of the desert, and managed to function well enough on the trip.
Huata and some of the other druids went ahead and exited their wagons (a few decided to remain inside, too shy to really deal with the outlanders just yet). The humans were the most curious, looking and even pointing out to each other different kinds of fruits and vegetables, and asking questions among themselves about the huts and animals. Huata was among them, though he was distracted by keeping his falcon calm (who was now on his shoulder) and readjusting the medicinal herbs in his nose. The elves, who were paler and a bit taller than the rest, seemed more stoic. They were polite, smiling, but they said little and remained reserved until they arrived at the other end of the oasis. What did interest them was the ruins, but they held off on asking questions.
Finally, they arrived at the other end of the oasis, where the Sheikh introduced them to a single hut. One of the elves gestured to Huata. "You should use the hut first. Might give you some relief from the desert air." She teased.
The head guard turned to the sheikh. "Very well. Once again, thank you for the accommodation." He would then turn back to the group, where they would start unpacking while Huata investigated the hut.
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Atma Yaela
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Appears to be mid-30's in age.
Physical Description: Numerous tattoos and a strange manner of dress hide what could be (or could have once been) a very attractive woman. Atma is 5'9, has a slight build,and piercing green eyes.
Registered: May 4, 2018 17:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Atma Yaela on May 19, 2018 19:26:26 GMT -8
After a number of hours, just as the heat of the day had begun to settle on the desert, Atma approached the place where the outlanders were camped - just on the edge of the city. The witch was clad as she was before, in a tattered white robe with the hood pulled up to protect her from the sun. A small contingent walked behind her consisting of a priestess of her order and two Sand Cats.
Atma stopped just short of the camp and called to one of the guards.
“I seek an audience with the head outlander.” She said, putting the end of her skull-topped staff down in the sand as she and her followers came to a halt. “The boy - the one with herbs stuffed up his nose. Please inform him that the Sheikh requests his presence at the palace, and invites any of his party as the head outlander sees fit.”
Atma was sure Huata or at least some of his party would have questions, and as they collected around her she turned and began walking in hopes that she wouldn’t have to answer many of them. She led the outlanders in a direction that appeared to be tangentially away from the city, which would seem strange until they came to a narrow pass in the cliffs that surrounded the city. Once through the pass, they would see that the small village that they’d come through in their caravan was only part of the tribe’s home, as a long and winding path down through yet more cliffside into a large ravine held the remainder of it, including the palace.
Huts and housing partially set into the cliffside jutted out from the rockface, and rope bridges ran across from one side of the ravine to the other at varying heights above the stone floor below. As they descended, the outlanders would undoubtedly notice a marked decrease in temperature as the stone was much cooler than the hot sand above, and the sun would only directly enter the ravine for a short time every day.
Once the party had reached the bottom, they would find themselves at a large set of wooden doors with ornate carving in them - obviously the entrance to the Sheikh’s palace. The doors were opened for them, and Atma led the outlanders and her contingent into a foyer. The room was lined with tables on either side, and much of the same exotic fruits and delicacies the group had seen being carried about in the village were laid out on wooden or hand-blown glass platters on the tables.
“Please remain here, I will tell the Sheikh of your arrival. Our Sheikh has ordered these refreshments prepared for you. There are people here to see to any other needs you may have.” Atma continued her pattern of being right to the point with the outlanders. She was bound to carry out the Sheikh's wishes concerning the outlanders, but nowhere did it say she had to be friendly towards them.
With a slight nod of her head, the accompanying priestess came to Atma, who handed to the younger girl her skulled staff. Atma pushed her hood back off of her head, and then pulled the robe back on her shoulders before pulling it off completely. She handed the robe to a servant who came to take it from her, and took her staff back from the young priestess. The witch’s strange tattoos, horns, and jewelry were laid bare, and she excused herself – alone - to one of the inner rooms of the palace.
The group would just now have to wait until they were asked to follow.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2018 8:08:04 GMT -8
A short while later, a pair of the many doors swung open to reveal the Sheikh. But this time he wore a more casual set of clothing, like ones that the caravan had seen aboveground. He was trailed, by two of the sharp-eyed Red Guard. The Sheikh looked around the room for a short while before asking; "what have you outlanders come here to accomplish?"
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