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Post by Arridia on Jun 1, 2018 20:06:00 GMT -8
Just past the border, that marks the beginning of Arridia, sits a rather unordinary swath of barren land. At night a blanketing array of an incalculable figure of stars conquer the sky. Their breathtaking dance is all but gone in the morning and replaced by the relentless sun. The desert may seem empty, yet often a traveler is not the only thing that roams these otherwise dead sands. Ancient creatures, not awoken since the catalyst, now roam the empty sands; above and beneath. If one were to look closely, they would see ruins of ancient civilization, lost in time, scattered throughout this vast territory. Travelers are warned not to tread foot here, without supplies and a good knowing of the land.
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Amaya Thundra
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Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 2, 2018 18:36:47 GMT -8
One such traveler though, had no such qualms of the danger as she tread through the sands lightly. She took in the scenery curiously, glad she had thought to pull on a hood as she made this journey. She could sense dissent and danger on the wind and she followed it where it took her. Albeit she hadn't expected to follow it into the sand pit, but such was the life of a nomad.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 2, 2018 18:58:45 GMT -8
The caravan waded its way around the rising and falling dunes, the strong, hot desert winds blowing bits of sand against the skin and chapping the lips of the members. From a distance, they appeared to be little more than specks against the towering dunes. Getting closer one would find them... shorter than expected. Short, stout Dwarves marched in a single line, heading southwards, leading large billy goats laden with packs, and riding others. They cut a curious sight as they continued onwards, searching for water to soothe their parched throats.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 19:06:05 GMT -8
If Amaya were to look closely she would see a shadowy shape of, the horizon, so faint that it might have been mistaken as a mirage. But as it neared, she would see that this shape heraled the arrival of what seemed to be a native of this dry desert. As the native approached, a clear strong voice, rang out above the desert; "Outlander what seek you in our land" It was neither friendly, nor threatening, but said in a rather neutral way.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 19:17:04 GMT -8
Unknown to the caravan, were a troop of ten Aridian Crocodiles, that trailed the strange group of dwarves. The blinding sunlight glinted of well sharpened spears and swords, as they tediously followed the caravan. All ten of them rode up behind the group, and one of them that seemed to be in charge stepped forward and stated, "Where hail all ye from and what buissnes have ye here?"
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Amaya Thundra
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Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 2, 2018 19:18:21 GMT -8
Amaya cocked a brow at that stopping where she was blinking and looking down as she sank slightly in the sand due to the weight of her gear. She considered the native idly, golden eyes glinting over him. "I am a traveler. A sword for hire, of sorts. I sensed quite a bit of discord brewing in this land. I have come to offer my services to you, the side I feel is clearly outmatched. If you feel you are fine on our own I will leave this land.But be warned, I will never return once dismissed and my aid will forever be lost to you." She said simply still watching the native.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 19:25:17 GMT -8
The native, looked on with an expression bordering boredom, as she finished her speech. After a good silence he replied, "Your senses are quite extraordinary, for we are endangered by another land that think us to be "weaklings". If you are willing I will gladly take you to our capital to discuss terms with our Sheikh." He then finishes, by saddening his horse, and adjusting his gear to start traveling.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 2, 2018 19:50:46 GMT -8
Amaya seemed a touch surprised by how easy the man was to convince but merely nodded before pulling her feet from the sand and continuing to trudge forward towards him. "If he is your leader, I'd be more than happy to. Thank you for the lack of troublesome questions. I find they waste time more than anything else. Lead the way." She said as with her long strides she came to a comfortable distance from the native and his horse. The beast became rather skittish as she approached, watching her carefully.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 19:53:35 GMT -8
(Move to Aridian Desert Town)
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 2, 2018 19:54:40 GMT -8
The lead Dwarf was richly dressed in bright red and purple velvet, which though fanciful and telling of his high status was not suited for the desert heat. As a result, dark sweat stains were appearing at his collar and his arm pits, making him a rather comical sight. At the appearance of the mounted warriors behind them, the Dwarf first appeared worried, perhaps thinking they were being set upon by bandits. He reached for a hand crossbow he kept in a holster on his saddle, but retracted it when he saw the symbol of Aridia upon their shields.
Raising his hand in greeting, a guttural slew of vowels and consonants assaulted the party, "Sveiki, geras ponai, mes ieškome kaime, prie prekybos ir kalbėti su vietos magistratų."
After a few moments of tense silence, the head dwarf may have realized that perhaps the party may not quite understand what he was saying. Yelling at another Dwarf further down the line in the same guttural slurs, a furious exchange erupted between the two, finally resulting in the second Dwarf riding up to the supposed leader of the Alligators, and haltingly translated, often being interrupted by the first Dwarf, and retorting back, "Good day... fine sirs, uždaryk tai, ... we are... looking for the nearest... settlement Žinau, ką darau... to trade... and speak to the local magistrates."
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 19:59:11 GMT -8
The lead Alligator looked down on the two dwarves from his horse, with what may have been amusement before replying. "We have no...magistrate...you called it. But yes we will bring you to our leader, follow us." At a signal from the lead Alligator all of them turned their steeds abruptly and rode into the desert, not looking to see if the dwarves were following. (Move to Aridian Desert Town)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 20:30:18 GMT -8
Sand. Just... sand. How did she end up in places like this? She could only blame the beast in her blood for wanting to wander and explore. To hunt. Damn it to hell and back. But now here she was, kicking her boot toes through the gold sand with each heavy step. She knew the skin at her belt was only half full by this point, and the hood tugged up over her head was sweltering leather but it kept her from being burned. What kind of prey was one to find in a desert anyways?! Stupid beast...
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 20:38:48 GMT -8
Over the next golden rise stood a man, covered in a tan garb that hindered his face from view. His voice marched clearly over the desert dunes, despite the garb covering his face. "What business have you here wanderer?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 20:46:30 GMT -8
The voice was enough to bring Kiera to a dead stop and her head to snap right up to see the figure up on the next dune. Her hand would move to settle leisurely on the strap of her crossbow that was hanging across her back - not particularly in a threatening gesture, but simply to have the reassurance of the weapon within arm's reach if this sudden stranger proved to be a threat.
She was quiet for a few moments before she spoke. "I have none. I could ask the same of you."
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 20:49:04 GMT -8
He seemed almost to chuckle, as he uttered his next few words; "Do you even know where you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 5:58:14 GMT -8
"I only know I am kicking the sands of a gods forsaken desert, nothing more," she replied, still watching the individual carefully and not making a single movement towards him.
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 6:10:23 GMT -8
"Gods forsaken, no, desert, yes. We have learned to live here in harmony with the desert. But, that is besides the point. I must return to my home, for it is threatened by peculiar being." He finished all the while watching her character, the touching of the crossbow, was a definite sign of a hunter or killer.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 6:15:14 GMT -8
She went quiet for only a moment to momentarily consider what was said. Her hand was still holding the shoulder strap of the weapon like a casual hold of her satchel. Her thumb rubbed along the leather a bit.
"There are people out here, and you have enemies besides storms and the sun?"
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 6:26:33 GMT -8
"Many, for even now my home is besieged by a starnge creature. Why do you ask?" He mutters in return, carefully watching the strap of the crossbow.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 6:30:12 GMT -8
The shadow cast over his covered face by the high sun and her position down the dune made it impossible to read his eyes, but she had a feeling he was as wary of her as she was of him.
"Curiosity. Again, I have no idea where I am. And you are the first sign of life I've seen out here."
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