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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 11:46 am
The Rysękkę Skaglands is a medium sized region comprised of a large, split mountain range, and a rain-shadow desert in between (a dry valley). The only reason it is inhabited at all is because it is conveniently between the two large countries Naiøria and Tørstår. It has become a refuge for the disenfranchised and pariahs of both countries. Elves are usually treated a little more rudely, but all are welcome.
Type: Wilderness
Faction: Unowned
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 4:34 pm
Ash of Rysekke Skaglands Ash was sat cross-legged on a ledge looking down over a small town just watching the day go by for now as it was rather pleasant today and there was no sigh of any disaster or duststorm so he had made the choice to just sit and watch the world go by as he had no pressing matters and he had yet to make a decision of what nation to go to first
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 5:17 pm
「 Narx 」
"Revenge is a confession of pain"
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Narx was awaiting his master who was still in side the local farm house that they rented for the night. The farmers were nice and hospitable people. A rare sight in the Skaglands. Narx had gone out for a short walk and over the ridge he saw someone sitting on the ground watching the nearby town. Narx slowly approached the man as to not startle him. "How are you on this fine day sir?" Narx asks inquisitively. He hopes not to raise suspicion, because in truth he was merely making sure the man posed no threat to his master. Nax also noticed the man was dressed rather strangely. "and may I ask why the strange garments? I mean no offense."
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■"It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.” Homer - The Iliad (XVIII, 109)
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 4:11 am
 Ash of the Ryskke Skaglands Ash looked up at the voice beside him before nodding at the first question before he rose lifting off the floor slightly and turned to the person before he spoke softly with a echoed chime within the tone
"I am fine today thank you for asking, yourself? And as for my garments they are the normal robes of my clan of nomads, it's simple protective grab from the dust-storms and the like, as for the colour it's the colour of our scouts and guides"
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 10:46 am
「 Narx 」
"Revenge is a confession of pain"
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So this man was not of of anywhere in particular. Interesting. "I am fine, thank you. I did not know Nomads were so polite. I always envisioned them being some sort of terrible creature like those that dwell in the City of Twelve." Narx took a step closer, feeling a bit more comfortable. "So are you currently a scout for your clan? How far behind are they?" Narx looked out, away from the city, to see if he could imagine some large nomadic caravan approaching, but he saw none. "I have actually traveled with some nomads before. When I was a slave to a man named Ramir. He was one of the better masters I had. The Nomads ignored me then, but probably out of respect of my Master now that I look back at it."
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■"It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.” Homer - The Iliad (XVIII, 109)
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 2:30 pm
<---------- Rift----------> Character Theme: Im not a vampire Encounter Theme: Passionite Rhythm Battle Theme: Beliveing my Justice"Go ahead and hit me if your able."
"Guess you figured Mercy is off the table" Saruin walked along the road with out a care in the world he flipped a apple up into the air and snatched it out of the air with his right hand, it was a red apple, shining from the sun bouncing off of it. It was funny in a way the apple it's self was symbolic of sin and Rift was the definition.
A kid bumped into him on the road and you could feel a murderous intent coming off of Saruin "Watch it or you lose it." the kid ran off and he continued down the road following it to another area, thats when he came upon local farm house and a cliff. The view from the cliff was amazing, how ever he thought it would had been better with less people crowding it, he was 1/2 tempted to kick one of them off the cliff, he stared at the two, Narx and the Nomad longer than he should have, should I kick the smaller one off? he thought to his self thinking it would be funny kicking Narx off the edge. "You think you can spare me like I'm some Pawn?"
"I am there mercy, I am there Vengace, I am Determination."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 7:56 am
Ash of the Ryskke Skaglands Ash chuckled softly before shrugging before answering
"I'm not to sure as currently I am on a personal trip away from the clan at the moment, I plan on visiting various lands to learn more runic spells and anything else i can to help them out, I was given this cloak to show this fact. Ramir.......yes I remember the man, Little rough around the edges but has helped the clan sometime before but from a separate clan"
He subtly took a glance at the person who had appeared but decided to remain quiet and wait and see what happened but as a precaution he twitched a finger hidden under his robe and had one of his Wyrm-Golems wrap around the arm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 10:51 am
「 Narx 」
"Revenge is a confession of pain"
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Narx liked the nomad, he seemed to have a kind and productive spirit. Which was more than he could say for most people who lived around the Skaglands. "Well, if my master continues to sleep in, or whatever business she is up to, I would love to teach you some runic tech skills I have learned over the years, and-" Narx's speech was cut off, he heard the sound of another stranger approaching. He turned around abruptly, his cloak following just behind. There was a well dressed man with a menacing demeanor. When the man was close enough Narx addressed him properly. "Hello sir, I hope you are having an extravagant day. May I inquire what your name is?" Narx didn't use to speak like this, ever since he entered into Elven servitude he learned to speak in only the most proper Elven ways. Though one could tell that he was not native to it, as he spoke is an oddly stern fashion, and had poor wording.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 12:52 pm
<---------- Rift----------> Character Theme: Im not a vampire Encounter Theme: Passionite Rhythm Battle Theme: Beliveing my Justice"Go ahead and hit me if your able."
"Guess you figured Mercy is off the table"
Saruin looked the man over was it to late to kick the man off the edge? When the man noticed him he smiled at the two charmingly hiding his evil intent "Your a very rude boy, you give your own name first before asking for others. How ever, regardless of you giving me you name, I still wouldn't give you my name. You don't matter to me and I don't plan to ever see you again after this your obsolete, worthless, and don't matter in the slightest to me. So tell me why I should care." The whole time he kept a charming and innocent smile but his words were laced with that of a superiority feeling.
"How ever I wouldn't mind getting to know your friend more intimately." he winked at Ash.
"You think you can spare me like I'm some Pawn?"
"I am there mercy, I am there Vengace, I am Determination."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 1:17 pm
「 Narx 」
"Revenge is a confession of pain"
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Narx never expects anything good from others, but this man was particularly cruel. Narx had had worse masters and so this was trivial. Words meant nothing, only action, though a man of this kind of cruelty should be watched he thought to himself. "The mere fact that you ask me to justify anything shows that I have some meaning to you, and also I have not given you my name yet" Narx tilted his head as if to wink, but his right eye was merely a black void. He always forgot that he had to wink with his left eye from now on. Which felt unnatural to say the least."For formality's sake, I will tell you my name, not that you deserve to know even a slave's name. It is Narx." Usually Narx would bow, but this man was undeserving. Narx's traumatic past made him slightly interested in this man though. He understood people like this. They always had something motivating them, usually trauma, sometimes it was more, and this man seemed to be in the latter category.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 11:26 pm
 
Traveling by foot was always a drag. Once she had a mount of her own, but that one she had long since outlived. A sad thing really, but she knew it'd happen eventually. Even the spiders from her home did not grow that old.She'd have saved up some coin for a horse, if only she knew how to ride it. She hadn't stuck around long enough in places to truly learn it. She missed the companionship of her sweet spider. She'd have to find a place to stop for a while, she was thirsty, tired after a long trek.
Mayrae whistled one of many marching tunes she's picked up over time, if only to distract herself from what was the long trek from town to town.She was low on coin, so she figured she needed to get herself a hire. Ah, the curse of her chosen profession, no home, no ties, and often no money either. Though she knew to keep her gear well in order. The hallmark of a professional mercenary on the road. Not far away, she knew there was a town, hopefully she could find some manner of work. Preferably a caravan, or some noble looking to fix a... dispute that required her expertise.
The town she was heading finally appeared in her sight. She noted a couple of people gathering outside it, near a farmstead. Mayrae furrowed her brow, attempting to observe them at a distance. Sunlight was still a bother after all these long years. She could tell at least one of them was a traveler, belonging to a particular group of nomads she encountered a long time ago. The details, however had faded from her mind long ago. A kid wearing a metal mask, likely to conceal identity or hide some horrid scars. And finally, a male wearing black garb, functional armor as far as she could tell. She approached them, hoping to possibly scope out possible hires. Locals usually had the best news when it came down to caravans and merchants.
Her sword remaining in it's scabbard, the daggers left where they were. the chain she possessed was slung loosely along her shoulder, crossed straight with the sack that hung from her right shoulder. She was wary, but not hostile as it was right now. "Well met, strangers. Any merchants or caravans in town? I'm looking for a hire." She spoke in the common tongue, though her accent still betrayed her origin, as the time spent on the surface did nothing to fix that. She was Drow, one of the subterranean cousins of the elves, known for cruelty and their contempt for the surface. Mayrae's voice was without contempt however, through her expression was neutral. 
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:17 pm
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Elowyn Kasier
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Elowyn awoke in the morning to find that Narx had already left the little farmhouse they had spent the night in. Walking over to the window, she peered out, noticing that he was speaking to a nomad of some sort. Shortly after another man came along, his smile seemed innocent... But there was something off about his smile and his body language. With a small sigh, Elowyn pulled herself away from the window and dressed herself for the day, braided her hair half back, and through on her traveling cloak before leaving the room.
Before leaving the house, she thanked the nice couple for Their hospitality and wished them well. Elowyn then walked out of the door, towards Narx and the other two men. "There isn't a problem here, is there?" She asked, looking between Narx and the other man. There seemed to be a bit of tension there.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 3:26 pm
Ash of the Ryskke Skaglands Watching all of the new people turn up made Ash curious but he held his tongue to start with but once the Drow woman spoke he turned and walked a little closer to her and shook his head "I'm sorry but I am not aware of any work available at the moment unless any of these other people need the added assistance," his tone remained in a even if not amused tone before he turned next to Narx
"Oh and I will gladly take up your offer to teach me some Runic you've picked up and to make it fair I'll teach you some of my own as well as if you travel often mine should be rather helpful" he finished before taking a step back to see what would occur next at this impromptu gathering of sorts
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 10:06 pm
<---------- Rift----------> Character Theme: Im not a vampire Encounter Theme: Passionite Rhythm Battle Theme: Beliveing my Justice"Go ahead and hit me if your able."
"Guess you figured Mercy is off the table"
Saruin chuckled darkly "Cute, you think your people. he looked Narx over slowly when he heard the other male say there name he gave a wicked smiled "Narx hmmm? sounds yummy." he grabbed Narx by the front of his robes and pulled him close and right up against his chest."~Narx~"
He lifted the mans mask and kissed his lips before the other could react. "Wow Narx! you really are tasty~ an on top of that cute, just my type... to bad" he smiled putting the mask back on the male "O Narx I guess you could say Im-" He lifted his foot and placed it on Narx's chest and kicked him right off the cliff sending him hurling over it "~Falling for you~"
Saruin stood right next to ash and looked over the edge putting his hand over his eyes in a way like he was trying to increase his vision "Wow steep cliff." He looked at Ash "What do you think Sweet heart? death, coma, or just broken bones? hmmmm ~ " he smiled innocently at the man like he just hadn't kicked a man off a cliff "How about me and you go some where private for a while since the shrimps gone?"
"You think you can spare me like I'm some Pawn?"
"I am there mercy, I am there Vengace, I am Determination."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 12:11 pm
「 Narx 」
"Revenge is a confession of pain"
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Narx was about to respond to the kind Nomad, and his Master, when he was suddenly pulled by Saruin. Narx was very agile, but surprise always trumps speed. After Saruin kissed and kicked him off the cliff Narx immediately did a flip in the air such that he was facing the cliff. He surprisingly didn't make any yelling or screaming sounds as the air was completely kicked out of him. He had no time to ponder what the hell had just happened. He quickly threw out one of his chains which thudded into the cliff's face. He swung on the chain and with a second thud his body was slammed into the cliff wall. "Ouch. . .Damn that part hurt.." Narx looked around, but saw no branches, or ledges with which he could climb back up. He would have to rely on those above for help. So he did the only thing he could do. "HELLPPPPP!!!" He wrapped the chain around his arm to secure it even more. Then stabbed a second chain end into the cliff wall for even more support. He looked up desperately seeking a friendly face.
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