Giant's Hand
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Post by Giant's Hand on Sept 12, 2018 17:47:58 GMT -8
Giant's Hand The Nomad capital of Toragana, built atop the palm of the Giant’s Mountain, is a meeting place for merchants and traders of all tribes. No blood is to be spilled here on neutral ground, a rule created so that traders of all kinds would be drawn to the city. No one tribe or nation rules Giant’s Hand: a council of leaders come together to elect a temporary leader for a term. At present, the council has elected Sarita-Sonam as the city’s governor. Giant’s Hand is truly the city of travelers, as most of its structures are temporary, rising and falling as merchants come and go. Only the walls, citadel, and barracks are made from the mountain proper. Guards are stationed at the two main entrances, one of which is a drawbridge over a perilous fall. The other is a cave stairway carved into the mountain, so narrow only two people can walk snugly side-by-side. Within, a plethora of colorful wares and people can be found. One will be hailed left and right by eager merchants trying to sell their wares. There is no shortage of what can be sold: livestock, textiles, spices, weapons, services? It’s all here, and even if you can’t find exactly what you’re looking for, there’s almost certainly a way to make it instead. In the center of the bazaar sits a marble statue of the five tribe leaders that built Giant’s Hand. Their names have been lost to time, but their will carries on in the city’s design. They are depicted reaching out, each offering something different.
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Sept 12, 2018 19:26:05 GMT -8
The rising sun painted the canvas of clouds with the color of dawn. It dripped down onto the walls of the stronghold, lathering the dull stone in dancing pinks and purples.
A layer of morning dew had turned to frost and webbed the ground. Sturdy leather boots crunched over it, pacing back and forth, once, twice, thrice. Then, calmly, they stopped, heels knocking together, toes pointed forward. They faced a whole row of other feet, some booted, some bare, others that weren't feet at all. Every single one was still.
"You have been called here today for an important mission," said a voice: strong, mature, but feminine. "There exists a world beyond our mountains. A world previously unknown to us, filled with opportunities and danger."
The boots paced again, passing by the line. "You are the swiftest and most adaptable of us all. You can scale sheer cliffs and ride through neverending deserts. There exists no natural obstacle that can stop you. Because of this, you have been chosen to be our explorers: offer us your legs, your eyes, your voices. Find what is out there and report back to us. Bring heroes and traders to our door; teach us of the villains and monsters that we wish to keep out."
A lean arm lifted, gesturing to the balcony that hung over a fathomless drop. "Go! Let it be known that Giant's Hand is here! That Toragana stands tall and is ready for the world!"
Every pair of legs bolted toward the overhang on command, leaping into the crisp air and off into the descent before it. Not one would meet a rocky death below. A few sprouted glorious wings or caught the wind below flaps of skins between their limbs. Others chose to use umbrellas or flying carpets. In the flurry, it seemed that someone was riding a cloud. Others simply defied gravity by sheer force of will, urging forward with arms outstretched.
A smile came to the face of Sarita-Sonam, the governor of Giant's Hand. They had not known the world beyond in countless years, and soon Toragana would be flooded with visitors from far and wide. Many of the tribes were against it, but her term was already coming to an end. This task was a parting gift.
Satisfied with her sendoff, the stern-faced woman opened the stronghold doors and wandered out into the bazaar, where early morning preparations were taking place for a busy day of trading. She parted her fur hood and wrapped it around her neck, keeping the cold air out of the neck of her tunic. This revealed a chestnut face and slanted eyes. Dark, but delicate lines drew under her eyes, marking a woman who was no longer young, but not yet old. She glided across the stone floor with a straight back, chin up, eyes forward. Everyone she passed offered a wave or a bow.
"A good morning to you, Saso! You are out before most of us even have time to prepare!" called an older man, back hunched from years of lifting wares. She nodded to him, smiling tightly.
"I always patrol before sunrise, Seyang. You would not notice, as you snore like a bull at that hour."
The man chuckled grumpily at her remark before returning to work, displaying a variety of blades across his tables. A few stalls down, a girl was selling bottles and small cases filled with spices used for food and drink. The governor paused to turn one of the bottles over and scrutinize it, eyes flickering up to the teenaged merchant.
"Dangerous to display galroot powder on your table, little Cham. Put this away immediately: only those who ask should be shown this. Did Yuzana teach you nothing?"
The rosy-cheeked girl, who was struggling to keep an oversized fur hat out of her eyes, looked down in shame. "Forgive me, Saso... I am only setting up and there was only a little time...!"
Sarita's chest heaved in a sigh and shook her head. "Very well, girl. It looks like I will be your teacher today. After all, this is partially my fault, sending my sister away for so long. Ears and eyes open! We have a lot of work to do!"
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Tsenpo Tenzin
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Registered: Sept 13, 2018 14:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Tsenpo Tenzin on Sept 14, 2018 13:22:08 GMT -8
A caravan with a royal escort advanced up the snowy mountains towards Giant’s Hand. Observers would look twice, no doubt surprised to see the banner of the Teng Clan fluttering in the brisk wind. It was a rare but welcomed sight. The royal escort was composed of Tenzin: the new Tsenpo of Mabet, along with his councilors and household guard.
The journey was originally intended as a diplomatic mission. Tenzin ascended to the throne of Mabet after the mysterious death of his father. The former Tsenpo was killed on his way to a diplomatic summit with the Khan of the Tamorjin, although many - like Tenzin himself - believed that his father was killed by the Khan himself. Formalities aside, Tenzin’s trip was necessary to ward off any prospects the other clans had of attacking a leaderless Mabet.
There was also the matter of Sarita-Sonam’s announcement. She may have been the elected governor of Giant’s Hand, but she was still Teng. Her choice to invite foreigners into Toragana was met with harsh criticism back home - at least from the Traditionalists; it was hard enough, they thought, keeping other clans out of their precious valley, now they would have to deal with an influx of foreigners? It was the urging of these Traditionalists, headed by the old coot Rigsan, which agitated Tenzin the most. But in order to rule Mabet and the Teng Valley, the Tsenpo had to heed their words lest he lose their support.
And with the rousing and raising of an armed escort came the cries of the merchants. It was not time to send out another trading caravan, but the traders did not want to miss out on a chance to sell their goods at Giant’s Hand. After much debate with Rigsan and his Traditionalists, Tenzin decreed a caravan be formed and allowed to travel with the royal guard. This was met with mixed reactions within the council, but the Tsenpo’s decision was not challenged.
As they neared the drawbridge of Giant’s Hand Tenzin’s childhood friend, Tsundue, was awed. “What a world awaits the Teng,” he commented. Tsundue was a strong, brash warrior who was not only Tenzin’s closest friend and adviser, but also his favored bodyguard. He was built like an oak, with a broad chest and long bushy beard. Although the Tsenpo admired his strength and friendship, he was often at odds with Rigsan and had flared the old man’s temper in the past.
As they approached the guards at the drawbridge Tenzin held up his hand to stop his column. “I’m here to see the governor, Sarita-Sonam. My traders would also like to trade within the city.”
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Sept 24, 2018 21:36:54 GMT -8
The guards exchanged glances briefly before raising their eyes to the Teng flag before them. This was an unexpected visit from the Tsenpo, but not unwarranted. Tenzin had never spilled blood within the walls of Giant's Hand, and the Teng always brought in rare wares. Without much hesitation, they were allowed inside, drawbridge lowered to the other side with a mighty rattling of chains and the groan of wood.
"Word is being sent to the governor. The Teng Clan are welcomed to sell their wares within the walls! Heed the law of Giant's Hand and spill no blood upon this sacred land!"
The drawbridge was wide enough for carriages to travel side-by-side and strongly built, able to support most anything the people of Toragana felt like delivering into the great nomad city. The gates were not so far behind and swung open to welcome them.
Within, the hustle and bustle of the market had picked up since sunrise. The noise was almost deafening for the amount of shouting and haggling filling the air around them. As the caravan rode by a particular spice stall, a voice perked up.
"Oh, Tsenpo Tenzin. What a surprise."
Walking out, a regal figure wearing a golden veil appeared. "How long has it been? Not since I was elected, I'm sure. That makes it three years? Perhaps more?"
Elegant hands rose up to pull down the veil, revealing a chestnut-skinned woman with slanted green eyes. She smiled at Tenzin, a hand on her heart as she bowed.
"It is a pleasure to see you again."
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Tsenpo Tenzin
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Age: 24
Registered: Sept 13, 2018 14:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Tsenpo Tenzin on Sept 29, 2018 6:37:31 GMT -8
Tenzin nodded approvingly at the guards and advanced along the bridge and through the gates with his convoy. First the Teng would escort the caravan to the market; they didn’t perceive any danger, necessarily, as the sanctity of Giant’s Hand was known even to the Teng. Their caravan and respective wares were in good company. And it was during the trip to the market that the Tsenpo heard a very familiar voice.
Turning to his left he caught sight of the beautiful Saso. “Saso!?” he looked at her surprisingly. He wasn’t that surprised to see her - she was the elected governor of Giant’s Hand after all - and she was exactly who the Teng was looking for. But he expressed a sort of nostalgic amusement, relief even, to see her again. Perhaps most of the Teng, at least the traditionalists, disliked a direct tie between their people and Giant’s Hand, but Tenzin and his own supporters thought i beneficial.
“Saso, it’s good to see you!” he continued eagerly, climbing off of his horse and handing the reins to Tsundue. “You remember Tsundue,” he said, motioning at the bodyguard, “and Rigsan.” He approached the woman happily, smiling. “We’ve come to talk. Good news… and bad news, unfortunately. But at least the caravan was allowed to come and trade, no?”
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Oct 1, 2018 18:06:56 GMT -8
The woman nodded respectfully to both men in turn. "How could I forget?" she answered. "I've known your faces since my childhood days. Even if we didn't speak much, you are certainly not easy people to forget."
Turning, she gestured for the men to follow. "Your caravan is always welcome, Tenzin. The barren season is soon upon us, and many have migrated home for the time being. There should be many places to set up shop. Trade is still good. Adventurers love to pass through here... and you know how much they like to spend."
"Tenzin, you may accompany me to the citadel to speak. How about some tea, or a meal? You must be hungry."
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Tsenpo Tenzin
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Age: 24
Registered: Sept 13, 2018 14:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Tsenpo Tenzin on Oct 21, 2018 13:51:31 GMT -8
"It would be a pleasure," Tenzin replied. He was certainly hungry and tired from the road, and could use a good cup of tea - but he also wouldn't mind reconnecting with Sarita, the only individual outside of the Teng Valley that the Tsenpo could call a friend. "Tsundue and Rigsan should along," he instructed, shrugging, "politics and all that."
"Especially politics!" interrupted the old man, Rigsan, a pointed finger shaking ahead of him.
Tsundue, appearing calm and collective, nudged the elder in the shoulder. "Give her a break. And lighten up, old man, we should enjoy our time here."
As if to fan the flames of an approaching scuffle, Tenzin cast his two compatriots a glare. Turning back towards Sarita, Tenzin smiled and said "apologies... you understand the tensions of court. Lead the way, Governor, we will follow."
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Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Oct 24, 2018 3:57:50 GMT -8
After his trek across the mountains with Namgyel, Nestor was tired and weary, but yet unbound. He had already accumulated much knowledge but it was a tiny fraction of what he needed to know of Toragana.
Thus, taking the advice of his mountainous friend he made the final ascent to the Giant's Hand, raising a friendly hand in greeting. "Hello!" He exclaimed. "I am a simple traveller from foreign lands, I do no harm!"
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Oct 24, 2018 11:38:59 GMT -8
Saso nodded. "I understand completely. I would not expect someone of your status to meet with anyone without a few trusty escorts. Follow." The governor led them straight through the center of Giant's Hand, toward the stalwart citadel. Guards poised themselves at the side, staring dead ahead as the party of four passed through the heavy wooden doors, carved with deft hands to depict a wealth of commodities. [Exit to the Citadel]
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Giant's Hand
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Registered: Aug 11, 2018 12:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Giant's Hand on Oct 24, 2018 13:15:52 GMT -8
The guards aimed their eyes toward this stranger, taking in his appearance. Ah, this was one of those foreigners, no doubt. His garb was much different than those worn by the native peoples of Toragana. It seems that the messengers had succeeded.
Since the man had come from the mountain pass, he would find a drawbridge in between him and the city gates. With a small signal from one of the guards, it was lowered with an immense amount of creaking and complaint. As soon it was down, Nestor would find that there was a small bit of traffic that was also waiting for the drawbridge to lower. A carriage rolled out, lead by two mountain goats the size of thoroughbreds.
It left the path into the city open for the man. When he neared the gate, one of the guards stopped him.
"Outlander, it is of importance that I ask where you hail from. You may enter after answering."
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Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Oct 24, 2018 14:05:08 GMT -8
Nestor looked across the expanse at the guards with a warm smile, apparently not minding the fact he was standing at the very precipice with more than half of both feet upon it. As others went to cross the bridge he quickly side-stepped, letting them all past with a palm forth to indicate he was giving them right of way.
Once it seemed the thickest of the traffic went past and his crossing would not impede anyone he to went across, his staff lightly thudding alongside his sandalled feet. Yet as he neared the gate he was approached by two guards; internally he raised in eyebrow, wondering what for they wanted his time but externally he only reasserted his smile. The Monk listened patiently, then nodded before he spoke. "I come from the Northern lands of the overworld mainland as it is known to most. I was a feral child, found somewhere after my first decade of life to the south of the state known as Audria, perhaps I hail from there, but perhaps from elsewhere."
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Giant's Hand
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Registered: Aug 11, 2018 12:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Giant's Hand on Oct 28, 2018 14:09:12 GMT -8
The guards exchanged glances, then nodded. "You are free to pass."
When the gates to Giant's Hand opened, he would lay his eyes on a colorful world much different from the grey walls he viewed outside. Every tent, every stall, and every person was garbed in bright and exotic cloths with fur trims and finely crafted jewelry. Chatter, barter, and boastings of every ware imaginable was being passed around. Oh... and the smells! Either pungent with spirits or the rich smells of roasting meat, which could be heard sizzling in every corner of the bazaar.
At one stall, a teenager advertised a table filled to the brim with different spices. She set a golden powder in her palm and set it alight, sending the scent of saffron through the air. In another, a blacksmith's son juggled knives to catch the eyes of potential customers. A man with a hefty build, nearly a giant in his own right, hung up bags of yak milk and decorated his table with soft cheeses flavored with herbs.
There was activity in every corner of the great nomad city, all beckoning for the monk's attention.
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Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Oct 28, 2018 16:43:52 GMT -8
Reciprocating their nod and adding in a bow, Nestor proceeded into the Giant's Hand announced by the soft click of his staff upon the ground. He was quite obviously an outlander between his phenotype to his attire, his gait, and rather clueless smile. There were many extravagances about him that looked very appealing, but they were most certainly not for him. While yes, he could ignore bans on gluttony much as Bishop Keiner ignored the ban on lust with Sister Florentine, he felt he'd rather use his indulgences for something more worthwhile.
Thus, he strode over to the heavier set man, the same entreating smile on his lips that he always had. Assuming that the man knew some variation upon the common tongue Nestor spoke: "Hello! For what could I purchase some of your fine products? I would really like some of the cheese, and if you have some of that milk fermented that would be lovely too. Oh, and whilst I am at it, do you think you could give me some directions?"
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Giant's Hand
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Post by Giant's Hand on Oct 30, 2018 11:02:31 GMT -8
The large man craned his neck down to look at Nestor, gracing him with a smile. He stooped down to sit on a broad stool that was more of a bench in its size, then held a hand out toward the cheese. Rosemary, parsley- there were all your normal variants, and then many more that Nestor had likely never heard of before. He then picked up a small horseskin of fermented milk and poured it into a bowl for Nestor to try. It had a bite to it, but the aftertaste like almonds.
The vendor spoke the common language well, though he had quite the accent that made his vowels sharp. He was a friendly sort, however, and his breath was as pungent as his wares.
"Directions where? I have traveled far and wide throughout these lands, and if I don't know, surely someone else will!"
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Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Oct 31, 2018 2:43:33 GMT -8
The Monk looked at the presented wares, taking but the slightest sip of the poured milk and raised a satisfied hand. "Ambrosia!" He'd select the cheeses with the least exotic, but highest concentration of herbs and other non-dairy products to make sure he'd at least try to get some balanced nutrition, whilst also making sure he wouldn't pay heftily for some absurd spice. Once he selected several kilograms worth of his forseeable meals he would proffer the coin needed to pay for it before tyrning to the other matter.
"Well, you see, as you imagine I am a foreigner new to these lands. There is much of Toragana I wish and need to see, and my current map is rather mediocre. Thus, I would first like to know where I might find a maker of them. Next, I need to see the tribes of particular geopolitical importance within the realm. I would like a recommendation of who in particular to visit, starting from here I suppose." One might assume Nestor was making a mistake asking for such things froma vendor of milk derivatives but he felt a common man's opinion was very valuable.
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Giant's Hand
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Post by Giant's Hand on Nov 2, 2018 9:56:05 GMT -8
The merchant scrutinized the coin heavily. It wasn't one he had seen before, but there was someone within the city who could uncover its value to him. He grinned and palmed the coin, then listened to what this traveler had to say.
Stroking his thick beard, he furrowed his brow. "I have a map, here-" He pulled one out and flattened it onto the table. It detailed common paths for caravans and trails that were safer than others for travel. Giant's Hand was at its center, while the Teng Valley was only a small ways southwest of its location. Somewhere to the northwest was a vague marking for Tamorjin Territory.
"Saso will have a much better map in the citadel. She knows the exact location of Dzhambul, the city of the Tamorjin. Only in the last five years did it spring up, and they keep it well guarded. Only messengers are allowed near without fear of indoctrination or death. They have excellent trade items when they decide to visit Giant's Hand, but that's partly because they take so much land from other tribes."
"Our Governor was also Teng, so she is familiar with the valley. You'd be hard pressed to get much information out of her, though. Their secrecy is their strength."
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Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Nov 2, 2018 15:04:04 GMT -8
Giving an appreciative grin to the merchant as Nestor's coin was taken, the Monk took a sack from the recesses of his clothes and took the cheeses and milk with ginger care. With that he walked closer to the merchant to examine his map. It was only a few moments later before with a sigh the Monk drew the map he himself had and tore it quietly apart before letting the vellum pieces fly upon the wind. "Tell me, when and where where might I find this Governess Saso if it would not be an inconvenience?
It seemed that much as Namgyel suggested it best he see the Saso woman that governed the Giant's Hand. "Thank you friend, you have done a great service to me. One last thing - if it is not too personal - to what tribe might you belong?" It wasn't a question far too important, but it would help him along the way recognize who belonged to what group.
With that, Nestor bowed to the merchant before assembling his belongings and with the tap-tap of his staff that foretold his coming he went forth to see if he could petition the governess for her time.
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Giant's Hand
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Post by Giant's Hand on Nov 15, 2018 20:22:21 GMT -8
"The Citadel," answered the merchant. "That is where you will be able to reach her, even if she is not present within. She enjoys taking strolls through the city. Perhaps you might run into her on your way. She is colored like nutmeg and has a veil with the city's symbol knitted at its back."
When asked for his tribe, the man grinned. "None other than the Tamorjin! Most would tell by my height. You truly are a foreigner. Any with this kind of bulk will be a warrior of the khan. If they are not, be sure to let us know, aye?"
The tone became foreboding but lightened quickly. "Safe travels, friend. Enjoy the cheese... and the kumis."
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Nestor Mathieu
Established
Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Nov 19, 2018 16:36:59 GMT -8
"The Citadel...." The man muttered, looking upwards to the structure. It was interesting how the peoples of Toragana were nomadic or more baseline farmers but yet had come together to create this work that clearly required much industry. Whoever organized this was some sort of charismatic genius, that was for sure. Nestor turned with a "Hmmm?" as it was noted that he was indeed a foreigner, and then gave a chuckle coupled with a nod. "It is easy to tell is it not! But yes, I shall...." he stated, wondering what the full implication of the man's words were.
Once more bowing in thanks for the wares, the monk continued on with an eye out for the Sarita Sonam woman. Many things were running through his head, but if some of the interpretations of the man's words were true then the Monk only had more reason to be unsettled. It seemed the pessimistic possibility for the future was getting ever likelier. Regardless, eyes up, he was looking for the Governess!
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Sarita-Sonam
Established
Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Nov 26, 2018 22:15:53 GMT -8
To meet with the governor was not a rare thing. Simply strolling through the markets during the day gave one a high chance of at least glimpsing the blue veil, upon it embroidered a hand holding a golden coin within a red mountain. The symbol was also etched upon the wicker shields of the guards and flew high above their heads atop the citadel.
As Nestor wound through the crowds he might have noticed such a symbol. That is if he kept his eyes sharp and was not so focused on his morning meal. The cloth flittered between the many people flooding the streets in search of breakfast and tough haggling, appearing and disappearing in frustrating intervals.
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