Solo or RP Format Counts as 5 RP growth Points Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Rumors are spreading of a traveler who has entered the area. Apparently, this traveler has a strange item they claim comes from a different time. It's hard to believe what people are saying, and the only way to really know what is going on is if you see it with your own eyes. So, you make it a point to travel to where the traveler was last sighted, and as you approach you notice a crowd. The traveler is holding up an object, high above their head, and shouting across the crowd. Some approach to get a closer look, some appear fearful, but everyone can agree...this is something no one has ever seen before.
What exactly is the traveler showing off? Roll 1d6 to determine what strange item has been found using the guide below:
Rolled 1-2
The traveler pulls out a strange piece of metal, warped a bit on the edges and covered with an unknown language. It looked similar to what you've read, and you think you can make out words, but overall it doesn't make much sense.
Rolled 3-4
The traveler pulls out a strange piece of metal, wound around and almost bouncy in nature. It seems a bit sharp on the edges, but in general it looks like it could possibly be some sort of jewelry piece, if it was smaller.
Rolled 5-6
The traveler pulls two strange pieces of metal, which don't seem to go together outside of their color. One is covered in a language that sort of looks familiar, but isn't fully legible. The other is a winding spiral, which is too big to wrap comfortably around a wrist.
Make sure to respond with your reaction to these items. What do you think they could be?
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 1:30 pm
Mysterious Wreckage
A traveler.
To Sajah, who was still an outsider of sorts himself, this could have been anyone or meant anything. Were they a Matorian from other borders visiting in? Or a foreigner of another sort from even further away? The rumors were unclear, though Sajah heard them flitting about. When one couldn’t speak individually, everyone else’s words filled in the space and Sajah was always listening, always picking up on stray bits of information whether they were intended for outside ears or not.
In this case, it wasn’t of much concern. He had plenty to do now that all his time was his own: sparring and honing his knife work with Farako and Ezoli, learning the land, sharing his gesture language with Xewai from time to time, and swimming lessons as well. On the whole, waiting for Nyko to heal fortunately involved a good deal more than just waiting.
And yet.
After long enough there, the lands were becoming more familiar, and he couldn’t fill every waking second of his time with practice or some other form of physical or mental exertion. Having all the hours in a day to himself meant that eventually, there were spares. Stray moments or minutes or whole stretches of day where he found himself idle, wandering, and musing, and it was on occasions like that that the prospect of investigating piqued his interest.
Thus, not on the first day that he’d heard of it, but a handful of days after, when another stray rumor of the mysterious ‘traveler’ being closer — when his hands were empty and his feet free to roam — Sajahka decided to pursue the lead. Nyko would survive for an evening with his healers, and his own legs could use a stretch regardless.
It wasn’t a short trip, and the fact that he had to make it on foot only added to the time — well away from the Buhawi camp and to a different Matori village — but he made it by mid afternoon, and fortunately, the trip was not all for naught. As it happened, the small town was actively in a tizzy, because the foreigner was still there, and apparently, as Sajah drew in nearer to the small gathered crowd at the town’s edge, speaking at that very moment to the ‘audience.’
Sajah lingered at the outer edge of the crowd — close enough to hear and see, but avoiding getting caught in the mesh of it. The speaker was certainly loud, if nothing else. And animated. She stood atop some variety of podium, Sajah assumed, for she had elevated herself above everyone else to show off her ‘proof’ of interference with the timeline. Outside forces she claimed, had clearly made these artifacts, strange and alien as they were.
They did look — Sajah sought for the word as he eyed them glinting in the afternoon light — different. Metallic and bent, like a sword, but more bronzed, like a button. And they didn’t appear to be weapons. Armor, perhaps? And yet they didn’t look quite like that either.
The coiled piece of metal was the most obscure in his opinion, large and winding, oddest by virtue of the fact that he couldn’t imagine what its purpose might be. But then, he had at least heard that those from the prisoner’s island across the sea, newly rediscovered, also had some strangely shaped metal contraptions that they wore on their faces.
All of it was odd, no doubt.
But he did not understand the hubbub to quite this extent. Still, Sajah lingered, listening to both the speaker and the murmurs from the crowd for as long as they remained because he had come this far, after all. Only once they began to dissipate did he, too, begin his trek back, and on the whole, he did not consider it a complete loss.
He was unconvinced that the objects, though strange, had come from ‘a different time’ — surely just a different place. For all he or she knew it could simply have been a wash-up from Yael. That seemed likely enough. But, he had heard an interesting story, seen more of the land, and if he happened to be very bored later, he could relate the tale back to Nyko. Perhaps with a little added flare, since his friend so loved a good story—once spruced up enough to be worth his interest.
