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 Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 9:41 pm
Night.
Stars dot the lonely sky. Two radiant moons watching over us like shepherds tending the flock. The smaller of the two, no.. that isn't right, it's just further away they say... It's clean, a florescent white. It seems free, among the heavens, unscathed by this world and its pain... So much pain. Look there, the closer one. It knows this pain, it has seen the anguish this world brings upon itself.. the smoke from the fires burden it. I see it in its copper hue.
Her neck is jerked forward by the chain. She winces; her focus taken to the sores upon her collar from the metal eating at her raw skin. Her gaze falls back to the ground passing below her as she tread onwards. The mud was a welcoming sight. It brought some small amount of relief to her swollen, bare feet and occasionally would even loosen the chains upon her ankles if it were wet enough. Though tonight, the air was dry.
She could see her breath, rolling out into the shadows. The cold became apparent as she shivered. The ruined shirt she was given was thankfully too large for her small stature, covering the tops of her frail legs, above her knees. And although it spared her some small amount of shame, regretfully, it granted no warmth. The filthy rag was all she wore; aside from a single, ornate earring adorning her right ear.
Her thoughts drifted to it. The piece was old; though it had no signs of wear. She simply.. felt.. its age. Forged of a material no longer known to this land, it bore a near white hue, incandescent as the far moon. The end of the earring passed through her lobe, whilst the center of the piece wrapped elegantly around the outer edge of the ear to rest atop it. A woven design made up most of the piece. A small symbol was engraved upon the weave on the outer face. Those that knew of the old ways would describe the symbol's meaning as, Echelon.. 'what will be'.
I still remember the tale, no.. not remember, I couldn't have been there...
She began a hymn, singing under her breath with but a whisper of a voice escaping her cracked lips.
"The discovery, it changed our land...
As elders foretold,
A pale stone of old.
This power, not meant to withstand.
The stone not of stone,
A mind of its own,
Denied all request, refused all demand."
The man in front of her motioned for her to cease walking. The three men lay the chains along the ground before they crept through the small village, checking to see if the people were in their homes. She did not think of escape. For her, there would never be an escape. She closed her eyes as she continued, knowing the innocents would not know what was to come.
"A proposed disaster,
This ill-fated master.
A fear none could understand.
The stone to be severed,
Ne'er to be endeavored,
Scattered to the grove, sea, and sand."
She could hear two men run away into the night, their footsteps hastened. Next the last man would fix the chains onto something nearby, likely a wooden fence or something of some strength. The fastening of metal clasps chimed around her as he bound her in place. They would come back for her at dawn... after.
"How to protect it,
So that none may perfect it?
Their souls, their ward, their brand.
Revealed by the night,
Under pale moon's light.
Awaiting those destined its command."
She knew what would come next... the cut. She heard him approach her and nearly fell to the side as he tore the left arm of her tattered garment. The familiarity of the cold steel was brought to her mind as the small blade was placed to her shoulder.
Forgive me. Please... forgive me
A single droplet of salted water touched upon her foot.
The pain was sudden, but expected. The man ran. The blood trickled down her arm to the chains that bound her wrists and fell silently to the mud below.
Her eyes opened to the far moon, her irises now matching its brilliance; a clean, ashen silver, blurred only by her tears.
It's coming....
"But pay heed this warning,
Unjustly adorning,
Reaps sorrow, so gravely...out of hand."
Her screams echoed into the darkness. The dawn would not come swift enough.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 1:33 pm
Sharaesh Usheri wandered from stall to stall of the festival. He had arrived in this town early in the morning, before anything had been opened, and the promise of such a celebration had pushed all other thoughts from his mind. His timing seemed almost miraculous. The fact that the nearest Knor town would have been having a festival just in time for him to make it here by foot after leaving his homeland for the first time was almost too good to be true. His first experience with outside cultures being one of celebration, and colors, and costumes, and food. Sharaesh was practically salivating at all the food. Meats from animals he had never seen before, let alone eaten, cuisine that is supposedly from leagues, if not continents, away. And the aromas were amazing.
He had been here only two hours, and the coins he had set aside for the day this morning were nearly depleted. He ripped another piece off of his meat on a stick. It tasted vaguely of bird, and was coated in a thick sweet/spicy sauce that had been caramelized by being cooked on a grilling rack over an open flame. He had failed to ask what it was, because it had smelled so good.
The people were in a truly festive mood. Everyone was smiling, and talking loudly to one another over the crowd. A good fifth of the crowd appeared to already be partaking of alcohol. And Sharaesh could have sworn that man who just ran by was not wearing any pants.
Sharaesh soon found himself in the center of the festival, and stood frozen to the spot. Here, in this place, he could see down the streets in all directions, he could hear the buzz of the crowd all around him, and he could almost feel the pulse of life as people came and went.
Sharaesh had never seen so many people in his life, let alone in one place. And he was transfixed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:19 am
The early day sun shone high above the horizon, making its way lazily upward still and bathing the brown and gray buildings in its warm red rays. Adonar had entered the Knor city knowing little of what to expect. He had only dealt with their people a handful of times, and though they usually tended to be friendly enough, all of his experiences had been with traders and merchants. He could scarcely predict how the common man would react to his sudden and unannounced appearance in their daily lives.
Though, as he wandered the streets, he couldn't help but wonder… just how ordinary was what he was seeing? The more he explored, the more he realized, they must be preparing for a celebration. On the very day his own people would be feasting in celebration of the life of the forest, so too, it seemed, would the Knor. The very same day that he was cast out from his own people. He had been forbidden the joy of the dances, only to be thrust into a gala like none he had seen. It was bittersweet. On the one hand, he was surrounded by such wondrous colors and smells, everywhere he looked there was such life and joy in the buzz of anticipation and preparation. On the other, however… in every happy face he saw his beloved, his son, his good friends, even his own smile beaming at his now fatherless family. Every cheerful voice seemed a stab to his chest. Yet another reminder of that which he could no longer have.
Many of the stalls had already been set up, and were selling sweet or spicy smelling foods. Those, as well as the tents being erected all over the city, sent long, stretching tendrils of shadow over the ground. They matched Adonar's own heart- darkened and worn thin as the light of his life grows ever further away. He felt truly alone, even more so now surrounded by another people. He couldn't help but feel that even as he made his way about the stands, every Knor eye was upon him. It may have been his imagination, but wherever he went he heard a hush fall over those around him, as though he were being watched through the bars of a Tamer's cage. When murmurs began to erupt, he quickly turned, ready to confront whoever had sparked such a flame. His glare met some women, but they were simply standing between him and the gossipers. At his fierce gaze, they quickly moved along, sending backward glances to him as they left, whispering amongst themselves.
Adonar sighed.
At this rate, I'll likely be sent away from here as well.
The irony of the fact was, that in his desire to halt gossip about him, he had sparked even more. This was not lost on him; in fact, it agitated him more. He stepped toward the men he had heard before. As he drew nearer, however, what he heard was not centered around him.
"-of 'em! Not a ONE still breathin'! No one got a clue as ta who's done it, but if ya ask ME--"
"NOBODY'S askin' you, Durv. We all know what you think did it."
"EY! You ain't never SEEN what I seen! I been--"
YEAH, yeah. We know what you've seen, Durv."
"Bone warpin', long toothed, grabby handed CULTISTS! Faces all mangled, boney tails hangin' from their rears--!"
"That's enough, Durv. We heard it all before. We won't be jumpin' ta any conclusions. No one knows what happened, for all we know it coulda been a couple o' rusidae."
"Russies?? Slaughter a whole village?! In a SINGLE NIGHT?! Yer crazier then ME if you think--!!"
"Keep your voice down! This's a day to appreciate, don't go scarin the dancers! I still need some good relief from yesterday! It doesn't matter how it happened right now, besides, it's just rumors!"
"PAH! Rumors are the truest form a knowledge!"
"Explains a lot about you, Durv."
"Whatcha mean by THAT, Banner?! I been…"
Adonar turned quickly, walking toward one of the stands selling food.
An entire village!? And... in just a SINGLE NIGHT?! What under Phria's ruby sun could possibly--
"--for you, stranger?"
Adonar's eyes snapped up to the merchant. He forced a smile and scanned the fresh baked goods being sold there.
"Ah, forgive me. My mind was… elsewhere. What kinds of breads are these? They smell… quite pleasant."
The merchant gave a chuckle at that.
"What a compliment! We serve only the FINEST traditional Southern Knor breads! Here, you look as though you haven't eaten since yesterday! Have a travel loaf! This one's on me! If you like it, be sure to come back for more, friend!"
Adonar took the small gift and nodded, before turning and following the flow of people toward the center of town. After listening in on that conversation… he was considerably more tense than he had been prior. His senses were peaked, as if he were in danger himself. Small details he would have missed stood out like red beetles on a black oak's trunk. A man with a mole on his cheek, a woman with small scrapes on her knuckles, the fraying edges of a young farmer's shirt, even the feel of his shoulder quills clinking slightly together. He noticed a door slightly ajar, where a mother scolded her son, named Thomas, for pushing his sister Lada and ripping her newly sewn dress. He saw a wanted poster for a Knor accused of robbery named Nelek Grindwal and another for one accused of murder named Ehrinn Gyle. He heard children playing as they wove between the crowds. He had to stop and compose himself, his heart was beating much too fast. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When his eyes opened again, he noticed there was a small group of Knor gathering just ahead of him. They seemed very excited, even compared to the current buzz the city seemed to be in. Many people around the outer edges of the circle were trying to stand higher, or push through for a better view.
Adonar's curiosity got the better of him. He was already surrounded by unknown culture, what could it hurt to find out a little more? As he drew near, his high stature allowed him a clear view of what was in the center of the excited gathering.
It was a Shae.
And he looked as ecstatic as those around him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 1:28 am
The morning sun shone down on the town in the valley below, highlighting all the extra color from the founding day decorations and the brightly dressed people enjoying the festivities.
Jaxarath limped along the road leading to Sutch, eyes fixed on the town, hoping with everything in his being that today would be the day. There was a greater chance than usual because of the festival. But he also knew that coming here was a bad idea.
Maddock were mistrusted and feared all over, but few hated them as much as the inhabitants of Sutch. And the funny thing was that (for once) it wasn't their fault.
Sutch's king had decided it was time to clear the neighboring swampland of all of it's savages 10 years ago and his armies had paid the price. Hundreds, if not thousands, had died because of one fool thinking he could outmatch the Maddock on their own turf. But instead of blaming the fool, they blamed the Maddock. It didn't really help their image when they promptly killed the king after the fact; but then, my people don't really care about their image in the eyes of others. To them everything revolved around one thing... the hunt.
Then he realized what he just thought and sadness and longing filled him. His people... in their eyes they hadn't been his people for a decade. And after so long away he rarely thought about it anymore. But when he did, the weight of his solitude was almost more than he could bear. And all because of a stupid accident... he shook his head at the thought.
His limp was also something he didn't think about much anymore, even though the thoughts of fixing it consumed most of his waking moments. He had shown such promise too, the master hunters had fully believed he would surpass hunters several years his senior in no time. One wrong move cost him everything.
A shout at his back started him out of his poor-me moment and he quickly stepped to the side as a cart rattled past. The driver started to shout something angrily back at him but choked on his own words as he got a look at Jax's face. Turning away, he flicked the reins and shouted at his horses to pick up the pace; afraid he may be next on this particular hunter's hit list. Jax sighed as he trudged along, knowing this was only the beginning.
As he got closer to Sutch more and more people filled the street, but all made sure to keep a good distance from him, no matter how much they had to crowd one another to do it. As he passed, he could feel their eyes on him. Most of their gazes filled with hate, the rest with fear. He knew it was the fear of his people alone that kept them from tearing him limb from limb. Not that he couldn't take care of himself, he'd been doing it for years. But there was only so much one man, no matter how skilled, could do against this many. He found it best to let them all think that to harm him would bring the wrath of his brothers upon them.
Before too much longer he was in amongst the stalls, mentally going through the lists of potentials he saw. Most he'd already visited for they moved from festival to festival, hawking their wares and remedies; none had been able to help him.
When he saw the Dnaldure ahead he slowed his pace, thinking that was the last thing he needed right now, a confrontation with his "cousin". He had more important things to worry about.
He was about to turn down another corridor of stalls when he saw a crowd gathered around a Shae and saw an opportunity. The Shae must be on pilgrimage, therefore he'd been around and might have information Jax could use. Now the question was, how to get said information?
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 1:44 pm
Diadem walked with her head held high. Her mouth full of some sweet meat as she walked around and bumped into numerous Knors. She didn’t pay them any mind as she kept going. Where? It really didn’t matter, there was another stall just over there that was selling some form of spicy food, and frankly this sweet crap wasn’t doing it for her. She came to this town to sell fireworks, but that wouldn’t happen until later tonight. It needed to be dark before she could even consider bringing them out. How else would she impress people? Fireworks are just better at night, its a fact.
This festival wasn’t the biggest to be sure, but it had a nice vibe to it. Everyone seemed to have a smile or something like that. Best of all it looked like the night was going to be fantastic and clear. Even though that was agonizing hours away, the festival would keep her distracted until than. Shoving her way past some more Knors she reached the booth and walked right up to the guy in it and demanded,
“‘ey! Oai wants one! ‘ow much!”
He pointed to a sign that said the amount and she grumbled a bit to herself. Damn cheapskates… Digging into her pocket she brought out the coins and just about threw them onto the booth and he handed her the spicy food. She tossed her sweet meet away grabbed the spicy food and began to walk away. Taking a huge bite out of the spicy shiskabob she chewed and swallowed it near instantly. Ugh, this crap wasn’t even spicy. Damn Knor and their idea on what “Hot” was. Shea always did it better. Damnit, Gramps had ruined spicy foods for her.
She marched right on through the crowd anyone stupid enough not to get out of the way she bumped into. She kept at this until she hit something hard enough to send her right onto her butt. She looked up at the guy who bumped into her. Only to see a damn Dnaldure! Hoo boy haven’t seen one a them in a long time! Quills and all of that. Tall too, taller than most Knor she’s met. She didn’t know what exactly to say. So she said the first thing that came to mind,
“Oi! Quill face, the ‘ell you doin in moy way!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 11:57 pm
Adonar had been so enamored with what he would have called comical any other day. He simply... could not bring about such feelings now. The people acted as though they had never seen a Shea before, and though he himself was impressed at the sight of him, he hardly felt compelled to--
"NGH!"
His balance unwavering, he gritted his teeth and turned his head sharply around. With a distasteful leer over his shoulder, he addressed his apparent assailant.
Or rather, the Jhour who claimed HE was the assailant.
"Excuse me? In your way? Then are you the sole owner of these roads? Or perhaps only this particular area, where I happen to be standing?"
He turned around to look her fully in her glassy eyes. With arms crossed, an eyebrow raised, and his quills flared, he continued his "greeting", thickly laced with sarcasm and disinterest equally.
"Well, then. Pardon my obvious offense. I should most certainly have known better than to occupy the space of this road that you so clearly stake as your own. I might suggest you repave, there are a number of overly worn stones."
Adonar pointed to the ground, caring little whether the stones he was indicating were actually worn.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 1:37 am
Slate made his way through the crowd and headed towards where he'd be meeting his client in another hour. The collaborative joy in the atmosphere alongside the flavor of his half-finished frozen banana was turning his first Founder's Day festival in Sutch into a good one. He couldn't help but add a little skip to his step as he guided his golem through the streets.
"Mind the trunk, Wedge."
Behind the sharp-dressed giant was a cinder golem carrying a large wooden case. The golem only came up to the waist of the average knor, but seemed to be handling the box with ease despite it being the size of the golem itself. It continued scampering along at a steady pace as the duo weaved through the bustling city.
Jeb could see the square from a few blocks away. He still had an hour to kill before the duchess arrived. Knowing her, though, she'd be there before the hour was up. Hopefully, she'll ignore the recent scandals Hardcastle Distribution has been caught up in. The fact that she was willing to meet him in person was a good sign. This will be their first personal deal together if everything works out, and Jeb could always use another royal's name on his contact list. Especially since many once-trusted names have decided to take their business elsewhere over the past few weeks.
Around a month ago, it came to the attention of the media that Hardcastle's own Clyde Hambridge had been funding extremist movements against Drouhin's Knor kingdom. Of which Sutch is under. During the first few days, radicals began calling HD a 'nest for assassins.' Claiming the industry was founded on anarchic beliefs and managed by heartless monsters who wish to rule higher than kings through the almighty coin. There are many who still feel this way, and may continue to do so. It's most definitely come at a price. Royal deals haven't been easy lately, and advertisement hasn't been accepted very well. Hopefully, this deal with the duchess isn't an outlier in an even longer dry spell.
Slate found a comfortable seat on a fountain in the middle of the square. He made a waving motion towards the golem behind him. "This looks good. You wanna take a breatha for a while?" The golem continued to stare forwards while hoisting the trunk over it's shoulders. Jeb waited for a response from the lifeless construct before making the slightest flick of a finger. The golem quickly looked into Slate's eyes and nodded eagerly before gently setting down the trunk next to the fountain. It then propped itself up on the fountain next to him and began swinging it's legs in an adorable fashion.
The rest of the festival flowed around them as Jeb finished his banana with his favorite golem, Wedge, beside him. Watching the festivities had always been more enjoyable to him than participating. With any luck, something entertaining would come his way while he waited.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 3:15 am
“Ef oai owned tha damn Stree’ oai woulnt pave et moyself would oai? Sa wots th’ matta? Gat ya Quills ina knot?”
Diadem hopped to her feet as fast as she could and closed the distance between her and the Dnaldure. She had to crane her neck all the way back just to look him in the eye at this distance. Her chin just about scratched against the Dnaldure’s shirt. Her glassy orbs unwavering as she stared into his eyes for several seconds. Her face straight the entire time. It didn’t last for long, her straight face quickly melted as she tried and failed to hold back laughter. A huge smile grew on her face as she brought her right hand to his and grabbed it.
“Haha! Noice one! Cmon, ya wants somethan ta eat? I gots tha coin fer et.”
She spun around and began to try tug at him to follow her.
“Cmon cmon! Oai ben meanin ta try out tha’ one ova tha’! ‘nd anywa’s Oai needed som’ companeh.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 12:44 pm
Sheraesh slowly came out of his reverie, only to realize he had become surrounded by local onlookers while he had been distracted by the ambiance.
"Oh!" He practically squeaked out as he jumped a couple inches in the air in his surprise. When his left foot landed back on the ground, it landed on a wet spot that had been left by the nearby fountain and he slipped forward tumbling a few feet since he was still awkward on ground that didn't have some give when you stepped.
He found himself very cold, and wet, as he landed face first in the fountain. He sat there for a moment, tail hanging in the air, still trying to figure out what exactly had happened, before he flipped himself over quickly and held his hands palm up at chest level to catch the water as it fell from the fountain.
"So... so much water... and it's... it's all right here." His eyes, if possible, grew even wider as he came to realize just how easy it must be to come by such a precious resource in this land, if they use it just to decorate the middle of town. It wasn't until several moments later when he realized there was a rather tall man in a rather nice looking suit who had been sitting within splashing range of where Sheraesh had landed. If he had not been covered in scales, the color would have drained from his face.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:55 pm
Jaxarath pondered his options. He could approach the lizard now, but didn't really want to draw too much more attention to himself. Or he could follow the Shae and talk to him when there weren't so many crowds. But that risked losing him entirely amongst the festivities.
A commotion to his left caught his eye and he grimaced as he saw the Dnaldure from earlier and a Jhour that had just bumped into him. How brainless can you be not to see someone standing in your path, he thought to himself. But than not all species worked at being in tune with their surroundings to the degree his did.
He nodded in satisfaction as he saw the fishie trying to drag his cousin elsewhere, two less sets of eyes on him.
Turning back to the Shae he was just in time to see the monk faceplant into the fountain and quirked a slight derisive smile at the sight, until he saw the Undralig and his golem sitting by the pool.
He let out a low whistle of astonishment, you didn't see very many of them this far inland. This one looked peculiar, not as large as usual icemen, a halfbreed then, rare and unusual but not impossible. Who knows, he thought, maybe this one would have information if the Shae didn't.
And with that he'd made up his mind, this opportunity was too good to pass up. Walking up to the fountain he plastered a smile on his face and, as cordially as possible (being nice wasn't his strong suit) said,"might I have a moment of your time gentlemen?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 4:58 am
Jeb flinched in split-second panic as a reptillian figure blocked the sun and plunged into the fountain he was sitting by. He winced hard and braced himself for what he knew was coming. The splash was hard enough to send water in all directions. His eyes closed as the collateral damage made a hard impact on his face and torso.
Once he had accepted his attire's fate, Jeb relaxed out of his defensive stance and analyzed the damages. The brim of his hat had caught some of the water meant for his hair. Jeb removed it and began brushing out the water onto the stone ground. While looking down, he could see the spots of water on his waistcoat here and there. So long as he didn't jump into fountain himself, his outfit looked like it'd dry in time. His right sleeve, however was rather drenched near the wrist area. That would require some attention.
After brushing himself off and sweeping his hat through the air a few times, he turned his attention to the one responsible for such a crisis. Some Shae was looking up at him as if he had seen a ghost. The poor man was so petrified with embarrassment, he was making no attempts to pull himself out.
Slate pitied the Shae. He was probably new to the city life. And obviously meant no harm. But there was important business to prepare for. So, Jeb tipped his hat to the man in the fountain with a gentle, forced smile. He closed his eyes and muttered in a patronizing tone.
"Smooth..."
He looked to his left to check on the trunk. It was untouched by the water, and Wedge was still perched on the fountain next to Slate. Kicking it's legs out and swaying from side to side without a care in the world. As he was about to pick himself up and command his golem to bring the trunk to a new resting spot where Jeb wouldn't have to be wary of any more moisturized sabotage, he caught glimpse of a grinning Maddock standing only a few yards away. Their eyes met as the Maddock approached him.
"Might I have a moment of your time, gentlemen?"
The Maddock was rather intimidating at first glance. But then again, most were. There was a gruesome tear down the right side of his face, and he was putting weight on his right leg as if the left was injured. Still, the man was smiling. If there was a reason dire enough for a Maddock to smile, the least Slate could do was hear him out. He was probably just a beggar or lost tourist anyways.
Slate sat upright and faced towards him. He hadn't dealt with many Maddock over the years. But despite their reputation, He believed that no man was stupid enough to try and harm him in a place as public as this. Though Jeb had much more important matters to prepare for, ignoring this courteous fellow would be rude after making eye contact with him. So, he pointed a relaxed finger at the man and asked in a voice raised loud enough to be heard through the white noise of the festival.
"Should ah know you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 10:04 pm
Sheraesh sat in the fountain, and let out a breath he had not been realizing he'd been holding when the tall, well dressed man decided not to retaliate in any way.
He stood up, and was halfway out of the fountain when a man with a limp, and very spikey hair walked over.
Sheraesh quickly realized the man's hair was actually quills, and after noting his brawny build and tanned skin realized that the individual in question was actually a Maddock.
His throat tightened briefly, he had heard many horror stories about the savagery of the Maddock, but relaxed when the one in question seemed polite.
Sheraesh finished removing his person from the fountain, and turned to look at the Maddock, but the tall fellow had already spoken, and Sheraesh would have felt awkward saying anything until the Maddock had answered the well dressed man's query.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 11:40 pm
Adonar took in a sharp breath as his arm was pulled nearly from its socket by this overenthusiastic Jhour. She was hardly feminine… Adonar could see scars all over her left side, though they were small. He was unsure if he was entirely happy with how she had reacted to his decidedly sarcastic remarks. He wasn't sure what exactly he had been hoping for, but he knew for certain it wasn't this. This was somewhat unnerving. A dull throbbing was beginning to overtake his wrist as he lurched toward another food cart.
If nothing else, losing the webbing on this hand certainly has given her quite a grip.
His 'guide' stopped abruptly in front of him, relieving the pressure on his arm, if not his wrist.
"Gah! Why would--!"
It was nothing short of a blessing that he had such keen senses and reflexes, it took everything he had to keep from toppling over the child.
"Hrrm! If you wouldn't mind… I should VERY much like feeling to return to my hand."
The throbbing in his wrist had spread, and he could even feel his heartbeat pounding in the tips of his ears. His face showed clear disdain as he looked down at the top of her head.
Truly so much like a child…
Adonar cleared his throat in an attempt at speeding along a reply.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:45 pm
Now came the hard part. No matter how polite he could say it, the second he mentioned bone controllers the conversation would go south. People were sympathetic of course but anyone who practiced that distasteful art or needed a practitioner of said art couldn't be anyone they wanted to get mixed up with. But he had to try, he wouldn't be whole until he succeeded. No point in beating around the bush with this.
As he stepped forward, he put a little too much pressure on his damaged leg and a sharp spasm of pain shot through his body. He winced but the pain wasn't really that bad (one of the first things Maddock young learned was how to endure intense pain), it was an act to hopefully gain their sympathies and give him that much more chance of gaining information.
He turned to the Shae,"you must be a monk on pilgrimage since you're outside the desert." Then he nodded to the Undralig, "and you sir are a long way from the mountains and have the looks of someone who gets around." Stepping back, he gestured to his damaged leg and cane, "basically gentlemen I need a bone user, a good one, and will pay handsomely for any information you might be able to provide me."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:46 pm
Sheraesh was taken aback. People outside the desert couldn't possibly be that open about bone users. Surely, even out here in the wide world such practices were seen with suspicion and contempt. He shook his head quickly. "I'm afraid I can't help you, friend. I know little of the world outside of my home land, and I know even fewer of the people." He could do little to hide the nervousness in his voice. "But, if I hear anything, I will certainly let you know." He shifted uneasily on his feet, gripping his staff harder than he should. It's smooth, familiar surface worked to calm his nerves.
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