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Iphigeneia stood motionlessly as War inspected their ranks, her face betraying no emotion. Which didn't mean that she wasn't just as excited as her War brothers and sisters, of course. On the contrary, Neia was as tense as a bow's string as she waited for her Clan's leader to adjust the soon-to-be-warriors' appearances. But the trainee was taught to hold her composure no matter the circumstance, and even the most important moment of her life would not cause the obedient student to break her emotionless mask. The only hint of feeling that could be seen on her face was a prideful smile during the cheer inspired by War's words. When the leader had outlined the trainee's task, Neia waited patiently for her Chieftain to approach her, and then listened to her encouragement just as patiently, her face as cool as ever once she took flight.

The trainee studied her environment carefully. Although her task did not involve battle, her teacher had drilled into her the need to always be prepared, even when she was sure there was no struggle forthcoming. A barren land, with no trees in sight in which a defender could seek protection, filled with the square, ugly buildings. It was currently night, and most windows were dark, no sounds emanating from them. Neia gauged them to be a suitable cover if under long-range attack as she landed softly into the bright circle of a... Street lamp, was it? She knew that humans could not see her, apart from a furtive and startled glance over their shoulder, but a Warrior should not crouch in shadows like a thief that depends on trickery and underhandedness to survive, like some Famine Scavenger.

A slight movement on the rooftops caught Neia's attention, and she turned her head quickly to catch the motion. It was another tribesman, sent to watch over her actions. As fast as the trainee moved, she still couldn't fully make out the signal the more experienced Clan member gave with her hand, especially with a particularly inconvenient gap between the human lighting system blocking her line of sight. Neia considered flying up and asking the Warrior for directions, but then decided against it and continued her journey down the semi-lit road. It was an assignment to test her own resourcefulness, after all, and her pride would not allow asking for outside help, however small. Neia trusted that, as long as she continued in this manner, she would eventually arrive at her destination.

And she was not wrong. The town was a small one, and there were only two buildings larger and seemingly more important than the rest. Furthermore, they served the same purpose: they were the so-called "stores", and they both "sold" the same product - clothing. One was much smaller than the other - the bigger one looked like a project that required much cooperation between several tribes, while the smaller one looked like an establishment of a single, possibly familial, tribe. Neia decided to start with the smaller one, first - since she had two different-sized targets, it would be easier to learn how to deal with the larger one by taking care of the lesser one. Neia circled her objective slowly, assessing it's defense and searching out it's weak spots.

An approach directly from the front would be quite difficult - the door was covered with metal bars that seemed unwilling to bend. A further investigation revealed that the store had no windows to speak of, but it did have a terribly hidden back door that was blocked with nothing, but was locked. From what Neia's teacher had taught her, there were several ways she could bypass the obstacle. The trainee decided to choose the most direct one - she kicked in the door. The wooden door flew back much too willingly - it's lock was an old one, and it easily gave way to a tribesman's strength. But the sound of wood crashing into a wall caused another sound to stir inside the store, and an elderly male peered out into the darkness of the alley a few minutes later, searching for the cause of the disturbance.

Another choice was before Neia: should she kill the human? If it was a younger male that stood before her, Neia probably would have said yes and snapped his neck in seconds. But she was raised to respect and obey all elders, and, although the human could hardly be considered worthy of respect by any of her fellow Clan members, she could not just kill the old man like a worthless bird or squirrel. Instead, she pushed him carefully out of the store and with inhuman speed slipped into the doorway, locking the door behind him. The disturbance dealt with, the trainee slipped deeper into the building.

After a brisk walk down a narrow hallway, Neia stepped into the main room. The structure of the building itself from the inside was similar to the buildings of her Clan - she could almost feel a speck of respect towards the humans - at least some of them have sense enough to make a somewhat proper dwelling. But the wide array of clothes was what caught Neia's eyes. Bright purple, fiery red, deep sea blue, mossy green - the diversity was astounding, even in the dark. Even the normally impassive trainee couldn't resist laying some of the particularly interesting articles against her skin. They were soft - softer than any clothes Neia had ever seen before. It was like touching a shirt made of feather down, but colored in the most vivid colors imaginable. Neia had to take a few minutes to stop caressing the incredible fabric and to complete her investigation of the first target. After considering all her options, Neia decided to try and cause destruction with a purely human way. She altered some of the numbers written on important-looking pieces of paper she found in a special room, designed for sitting down and writing in. She wasn't sure of exactly what she did, but if her quick calculations were correct then the shop would suffer big "monetary", was it?, losses. Not wishing to spend any more time, Neia sped out the back door, finally letting the completely befuddled old man back into the store.

The trainee approached the second building with a lot more caution. The problem of getting in was not as complex as in the first case - there were two large, crystal clear windows right in the front of the store. Due to the generous lighting inside, Neia could see deep into the building without actually going in. The general structure of the store seemed to be similar to the one she already visited, albeit on a much large scale. Furthermore, the design of this interior was much more dis-likable to the War Clan member's tastes. It was much too bright, too white, and far more unnatural than Neia was comfortable with. But, regardless of her opinions on the matter, the trainee had to get in. Just as she was getting ready to run into and smash the obstacles blocking the way, an ordinary human approached the windows and - Neia couldn't quite believe her eyes - they opened right in front of him, allowing him entry. Neia quickly followed him, warily noticing that the window-door closed behind them without any provocation.

The trainee's initial observations, to which the location of the chieftain's room was added, soon proved to be correct - the building was the complete opposite of what the War Clan preferred, although some of the clothing here looked even more extravagant than what Neia had already seen. Furthermore, since the store was still open, unlike the smaller one, Neia could observe the actual process of "buying" with her own eyes. It was, unexpectedly, very simple - a human who wished to "buy" something picked the item up and carried it to a specific table, where a tired looking human sat. The tired human then proceeded to bless the particular item with a strange, compact machine, after which he voiced aloud a certain amount, seemingly of money, after which the "buyer" pulled out an appropriate amount of little paper slips and "payed" for his item. It made little sense to Neia, but she could tell that the tired human in particular was vital to the whole process. Since the exhausted male's nerves were already pulled tight as can be, it took just a little messing around with the weird machine and nearby clothing racks to make him faint. While the other human's started to mill around the unconscious man, Neia headed to the chieftain's gathering place.

There was a few seconds of silence when she entered, before the three chieftains started talking again. All three of them seemed agitated over something, and the one who started speaking first after the trainee's entry mentioned a name at which the other two seemed to tense. After a few more minutes of listening, Neia understood the general gist of the proceedings: the store or, as the humans said, company she was currently in had tried, with the help of an ally, to trick a rival company into an underhanded deal which would have many gains for both the store and the ally and brought much grief to the other company. But they were caught red-handed, and were now deciding what exactly to do. They had a plan, and a ugly one at that, that allowed them to get off scott free and leave lesser employees to take the blame. At this turn of events, Neia started heating up.

The trainee wasn't exactly an expert on human relationships, but from what she had heard it seemed apparent that the rival company and the company she was in were at war, and that the chieftains of this store had tried, with a completely underhanded use of a supposedly neutral ally, to make their opponent accept defeat. Furthermore, now that the plan had failed miserably due to hasty, unacceptably messy plans, the chieftains of this store were planning to dump the blame on the lower employees, the warriors, per say, and get away without a speck of dirt on their reputations. And when the three men started laughing, anticipating the show that would start tomorrow, Neia tore out all their throats with a few deft movements of her hands. She was a representative of War now, and the despicable use of trickery and bribery used by the three chieftains to attain victory was an affront to the very name of War. Her disgust deepened when she had realized that the three men who controlled the whole operation - the generals, you might say - when caught, refused to accept defeat and, instead, decided to use their warriors - men and women who were dedicated to their leadership and in full trust of them - as scapegoats, and therefore betray the sacred trust between commander and soldier. They were truly an affront to their already pitiful race, and Neia felt a sense of duty fulfilled when she surveyed the massacre she had just committed. But there were still a few unworthy ones to be punished. The men's still-wet blood covering the wall, Neia made another quick decision and used the first one's hand to scrawl the name of their ally with blood on the floor, making it look like an assault due to business.

As she walked out into the now empty and dark main room, Neia paused for a minute and set fire in multiple places, furthering the illusion that the crime was done for the sake of the business. Her second target dealt with, Neia broke the window-door, scattering shattered glass in all directions, and flew in the direction of her assigned tribesman. Her goal here was accomplished, and she felt ready to answer for her actions in front of her Clan's leader. Her slightly flushed face slipped back into an ice-cold mask as she flew over the small town, loud noises and lights already starting to spread under her as the aftermath of her visit was discovered. The older Warrior took little time to join her, and nodded to Neia in midair, acknowledging her completion of the task. The two Horsemen disappeared into the dark sky, unnoticed.

Your Gaia Name: The_Great_Book_Wyrm
Your Minis Name: TheGreatBookWyrm
Choice 1: Explore the town on foot, looking for the task.
Choice 2: Kick the door in.
Choice 3: Slip past him, boot him outside, lock the door behind him.
Choice 4: Alter the documents you found in the office. While the concept of money is still odd, it is important to the humans. As this is a place that sells, it depends on money to survive.
Choice 5: Scare the tired-looking human at the pedestal. It seems that the other humans are offering him the garments they want in addition to paper slips - money - in exchange for him blessing them and giving them back. Must be a weird Death-clan thing.
Choice 6: Attack and kill them all, forging the attack to look like it was done in the name of the other business.
Choice 7: Set multiple fires to the place.

I, The_Great_Book_Wyrm, FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT IF I WIN AND FAIL TO POST AN ENROLLMENT FORM WITHIN 30 DAYS THAT MY PRIZE WILL BE REVOKED.

I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CHECK IN FOR THE FINAL PROMPT AFTER APRIL 10.

Well, there was her guardian.

But she, herself, would work alone. Humans were ... silly. This place was as empty as the deserts of Famine themselves, and why exactly would anyone want to live there? Then again, humans were undoubtably silly, and that wasn't really her concern. If anything, perhaps, it was better that they remain silly. They were less likely to even get an inkling that anything might have been off.

The guardian made a gesture at her, but she couldn't really make it out, eyes squinting as she looked up at the tribeswoman. Did she want her attention, or was she telling her to go? Was she gesturing at something else, perhaps? Her green eyes watched her, carefully, before glancing off elsewhere, taking in her surroundings carefully, absorbing them--no matter how little there was of these surroundings in the first place.

Perhaps it would be best to take care of this on foot. It would allow her to learn the terrain best, the best escape routes if necessary, and the biggest coglomerates of people to avoid. With that in mind, she set her winged arms to her side, and set forward, eyes darting from left to right as they look in everything around her. This place was so ... ugly. She saw none of the beauty and power she recognized from her own Isles of War, none of the grace present with the Isle of Conquest. She dared call this place even harsher than the depths of the Isle of Death or the sands of the Isles of Famine. It was a wonder people survived in these places.

A small hrrumph was let out under her breath, but she thought nothing further on the subject, taking in the harsh, square structures with blocky windows and long, obvious shadows.

Hm...

There were a few similarities that her eyes started to pick up on, absorbing the objects within the buildings barely lit, and sometimes, the objects right outside of the buildings as well. Careful to sidestep the few people near the river, she observed the most interesting buildings, two buildings for ... the sale of clothing? What drab fashion these humans held in their windows.

Silly humans.

One building was much smaller than the other, and perhaps, it would be best to start with the smaller and work her way up to the bigger things. If there were enough clues in the smaller building, perhaps, she might not even need to go to the larger one. It was with that in mind she stepped forward, bare feet nearly silent across the ground, approaching the door which had been locked carefully--signs that the place was obviously closed for the night, the owners likely sleeping the way that most humans seemed to at this perfectly reasonable hour.

It was their loss, anyway; one that made it easier for her to slip her hand in her top and pull out a small, metal pick. Carefully, she bent down and slid it into the lock, turning and twisting the pick carefully without another thought. For a moment, she was surprised by how easily the lock seemed to come lose, a soft click happening quicker than the woman had expected. Usually, lockpicking was a careful art, not so easily wove around and darted in a way that -- oh.

Uh-oh.

When her eyes flickered up, she immediately heard the sound of a groggy man attempting to figure out what was going on. Well. The tribeswoman immediately came to her feet, deciding that the best way to deal with the situation was to get him out of her way as quickly as possible. There was a sidestep, a smooth, quick one, and she slipped inside behind him without another thought. Perhaps she should rid the building of his presense? Might let her get more accomplished if he was gone from the place completely.

Of course, if he made a noise, she would be more certain to be noticed. It was not likely that anyone here could make left or right of her existance, but the more time she had to wander, the better. Deciding, since the human seemed too stupid to notice anything off, to simply go on ahead, she slipped further inside the building, keeping tight to the shadows, ignoring the human male entirely.

The tribeswoman continued on, moving to a clothing rack as soon as she caught sight of it. Interesting. The colours were nearly ridiculous in their shade, and she scoffed at it, holding up a piece of material and letting her hands scan over its texture. How ... quaint. The material was soft, perhaps proof of the humans' own inabilities to tolerate anything that required a thicker skin to deal with. The material nearly glided off her fingers, but not in the way of Conquest's clothing, something which made her roll her eyes. Naturally. These humans could only wish to have sense as good as any of the tribes...

...Even if some of the tribes were rather cowardly, in her own personal opinion.

Her fingers dropped the clothing, her eyes wandering and taking in more of the store, feet gliding across the wooden floor much like her hands had glided across the strangely soft material. This place was, overall, rather barren, fairly easy to understand and process and tuck into a corner of her brain. Her work was done here. There was not much of note here, and she certainly did not need to waste her time ruining it. Let the humans have their peace for now. The stronger they supposedly made themselves, the better they would be when the time arrived.

Mm, indeed, she could barely wait to see these humans on their knees. A nearly wicked grin crossed her face as she decided to make her exit, deciding that the place was perfectly fine the way it was. Now, it was time to deal with the bigger issue, the bigger building, owned by multiple tribes for one reason or another. A conglomerate place to sell clothing? While she could see the purpose of pooling ideas, this seemed almost a silly way to pool things together. Certainly, there must have been better things they could have been doing.

Of course, noted the woman of War, these humans were silly, especially with their strange buildings as bright as the sun and windows like paper walls. Once again, she found herself scoffing at it, even as she ventured forward on ground that was too cool underneath her feet, too smooth and too ... wrong. Of course, she discovered something she disliked even more as she ventured further into the store, scrunching her nose in distaste at the strange colours and strange shapes underneath her toes. What was this nonsense, that so-called carpet?

Humans were, indeed, quite silly.

The clothing here looked a bit less silly, she noted, as she moved through the store, eyes picking up on some of the silken materials that might make even a Conquestswoman's eyes shiny. Those of Famine would probably love to get a handle on this place, taking all of the more value garments for themselves while a Death priestess pondered their worth, their beauty, their meaning. She had no time for such silly debates, and the thought of them themselves nearly made her laugh aloud, only held back by knowing that she could not exactly make a scene of herself.

It was best to not interfere, and so, she slipped by silently, looking around for where the chieftains might be. There was a small room off to the side that caught her eye, and she decided with a grin that, well.

That must be what she was looking for.

A few moments and some movements proved her correct, slipping in the room in a way that was, perhaps unfortunately, very noticed. The three men suddenly paused, glancing to the door, almost as if they expected to see something. It was almost with a snort that the tribeswoman crossed her arms and leaned against the door, doubly amused when the humans decided to shrug off whatever had happened and attempt to begin their argument once again. It took a few moments for their sheer passion to begin again, but it was not too long before they were nearly shouting at each other, the stormclouds brewing above their heads in a way that made the tribeswoman of War nearly giddy as she watched.

Oh, how she loved watching a good argument! War was war, and sometimes, they could be won in ways even as easy as letting one's words faulter in the middle of a discussion.

Perhaps it would be best to watch.

And indeed, she did, listening to the way their words wove, intensified, quieted, turned to near shouting and for a moment she thought one was ready to declare a duel against another--oh, how she would love to see that!--only to be sorely disappointed when he slumped back down in his seat and the other started waving at some vague pictures off to the side. There was something about a profit margin, she was certain, whatever that could possibly mean, and more about these paper documents for exchange for objects. What a silly system.

She didn't want to be too obvious, but this was not getting her much of anywhere. Perhaps there would be another way to deal with this? She had heard plenty about their silly systems, but what she was more interested in was what, exactly, the difference between them and the other clothing location, besides for, perhaps, the very obvious.

And so, she slinked a bit closer, looking over the papers that they were currently discussing. Some of these were very obviously uninteresting, some papers and words about 'plans,' whatever those might be, but what caught her eye especially was a piece of paper with words familiar to her, words that looked familiar from the exploration of the other location, the one with floors that made more sense but a much less interesting selection. Perhaps she could get them to focus on this piece?

Careful, so as to be unnoticed, the War horsewoman bent down just a tad.

And blew.

The piece of paper that caught her eye fluttered across the table, moving to settle in front of the man sitting at the desk.

And the yelling nearly redoubled.

The horsewoman, quite satisfied, moved to lean against the wall, attempting to learn what she could about this new change, this new shift in what they were doing.

And she remained until the last one left.

That had been easy enough, she decided, moving away from the wall and letting her feet settle on that ... absolutely terrible mess called a carpet again. Her feet scrunched in distaste as she nearly shuddered at the sensation of it against her skin. Perhaps, it was best to leave as quickly as possible. Sure, part of that was definitely that she disliked the way things felt, but most importantly, a warrior never daudled. The more time a warrior remained in one location, the more likely they were to be found, to be discovered, to be ratted out and stopped before they could report the results of their current mission.

It was with that thought that the woman finally left the building in its entirety, flying off to meet the horsewoman she had saw on the roof earlier. She thought she did well with this! She was efficient, she was thorough, she had learned plenty about both of the locations that she could tell back to War herself.

With a grin to the horsewoman that had been watching her, she leapt back into the air, ready to get away from this ridiculous place.

War would love to hear all this.

Your Gaia Name: Seiana_ZI
Your Minis Name: seiana
Choice 1: Explore the town on foot, looking for the task.
Choice 2: Pick the lock.
Choice 3: Avoid him.
Choice 4: Choose to do nothing. Leave the store as it is.
Choice 5: Do nothing; go straight to where you the cheiftains would be.
Choice 6: Try to steer the conversation towards the other company.
Choice 7: Just leave. Your business is done, there is no reason to linger.

I, SEIANA_ZI, FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT IF I WIN AND FAIL TO POST AN ENROLLMENT FORM WITHIN 30 DAYS THAT MY PRIZE WILL BE REVOKED.

I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CHECK IN FOR THE FINAL PROMPT AFTER APRIL 10TH, 11:59 PM PST.

Wojownik worked hard to prove her abilities through days and days of trainings, she always wanted to be better, not satisfied. From the name she was given, you could understand, upon her birth, her parents have a high expectation on her already, anticipated her to become a Warrior one day.

She saw the pride of the whole Clan –the Queen on the ceremony of trainee graduation, together with her War siblings. Their Queen was questioned about their abilities and asked them to prove themselves in a trial she picked particularly for each of them. Wojownik knew the Queen wanted to test if they possessed strategical mind and critically thinking abilities. On the training, their fighting abilities could be assessed and teamwork is the usual practice. However, there was little chance to estimate their decision-making abilities individually.

A chieftain came and encouraged Wojownik in an introduction. She then talked about the requirements and points she needed to pay attention to. Wojownik was so excited to prove herself with the task, but she listened carefully so that she won’t miss anything. Her chieftain detailed her with her special task before dismissal. According to the chieftain, Wojownik needed to visit a human town and found out what the task was about by herself.

“I will finish this perfectly, this’s just a piece of cake.”
She answered with a confident smile before she left the Isle. However, that didn’t mean she would underestimate the trial, she treated it very seriously as it’s a precious chance to prove herself to the Queen.

At her arrival, Wojownik immediately spotted many weird things. There were no trees, but ugly, miserable dwellings, packed closely. From the darkness of the dwellings, she knew it was the night, when those humans went to sleep. Unfortunately, her Fear wasn’t strong enough to allow those “humans” to see her, otherwise, she might have some entertainments on them.
She shrugged as she though of that.

She took a quick scan to the area, wandering around for the clansmen her Chieftain mentioned, finally on top of a building, she found them. Upon notice, Wojownik waved back to them.

“What they are gesturing?”
It must be hints to her task, but there’s so dark……
“Well, I will find it by my own, I believe I can do it.”

She had a strong belief which helped her much in the past. As a War person, she was always good at spotting thing from aerial view. Therefore, she flew overhead and looked around for her task. From the above, everything seemed so clear that she didn’t take much time to figure out what she needed to do. Wojownik could feel and see a powerful Fear aura around these two dwellings.
Without hesitation, she approached the small one, she saw three clan argots on the front door, These agots could be only seen by them, who possessed Fear. What's more, they could only be understood by the Clans. The arogts, written with Fear, meant “destroy”, “war” and “death” respectively in their language. Obviously, the message was hidden in them and the Fear.

Wojownik noticed that the door which had the argots on it, was covered in bars. So she decided to take the easier way - entering through the back wooden door. The next moment, she discovered that it was locked. Recalled what you have been trained, there were some ways to get inside. She analyzed through the common three options carefully.

"Picking the lock seems waste time and unnecessary.....Knock on it? Nope, We War people don't need to show respect to humans.....So only Kick door in left? Right! That fits my style and they think a door like that can prevent us from coming in?"
"Hummm....Absoultely Not! I will prove it!"
She said even nobody could hear. She made a step backward and ready position to kick down the door.
Suddenly, before she lifted up her leg and attacked the door, it swung and opened. It was one of those weak prey! Wojownik reacted quickly as if it was it was a natural thing, she slipped past and kicked him at his back, then she locked the door up. When she walked further from the door, she could hear the prey yelling, she was entertained and enjoyed the yell.
"Hum! Humans~" She teased.

The inside of the dwelling was made of wood, both walls and floor. She thought it quite similar to some dwellings in War. Wojownik followed where the Fear is most obvious and found weird clothings made of different kinds of material were hanged up. She picked up one or two of them and made some rubs and nips with her fingers, they were soft and comfortable to touch with, she had never seen any clothing materials with hand feel like that in Clans.
"That's kinda interesting" She murmured slowly.
She made a quick search and found nothing special.

"OK, what should I do to this place?" She asked herself carefully, while linking all the hints she got together.
First of all, she knew humans depends much on money, without money, they couldn't survive at all.
Secondly, from the argots, she knew she needed to make some destruction here to make humans suffered, she love that.
Thirdly, she recalled that a good warrior should be efficient.
It was very clear now what she should do, altered the documents.
By ruining the documents related to "money", the "tribe" of this dwelling would probably cry to death. With only some handy work, she could see humans suffered, isn't that efficient enough?

When she was done, she moved to the bigger dwelling. She noticed that there were the same argots and Fear on the windows as the small dwelling, "destroy", "war" and "death". To her surprise, the windows slides asides gently when humans approached. Wojownik darted in without caring the effect she made to the poor prey. After all, It's none of her business, she thought.

Although it's the nighttime, inside the building was as bright was daytime, there was no dark corner, all places were irradiated. The layout was similar to the previous dwelling, except the ground was made of some weird-cut cool rocks with a strange-colored moss on it. She recalled that it's the "carpet". Wojownik had no idea why the stupid prey had invented such a "thing", human's taste was just extremely poor. She shaked her head.

She wandered around the place, looking at the clothing. She found some valuable clothing and imagined a funny scene that there would have been a "war" between the Death priestess, Conquest Scholar/ Artisan and the Famine Scavenger over some of those pieces. She giggled at the scene, she would like to watch a "war" like that, it would be so much funs!

Back to her task, it was still a bit distance to guess what "death" argot meant, she believed she needed to kill some of the lamb prey to impress the recorder as well as other War people. She saw a room where the human chieftains would be, but there were some humans on her way. Humans.....Did they think she could be stopped by such a unorganized gang, no way. She would like to scare some of them to death, but her task was more important than playing with those prey. She went straight to the room.

Once she entered, she saw three chieftains, they seemed to be bothered by something, at least their poses and emotions suggested that. They paused and looked at the door Wojownik opened, but they were too dense to notice anything weird. One of them went to closed the door and they just went back to the topic. Wojownik walked aside and slackly leaned against one of the walls, with her arms crossed on her chest. From what she could hear, the two dwellings were rivals. These three humans were worried about the rise of the small dwelling, it was stealing their customers with its unique designs. Therefore, they were discussing solutions to that....

Now, everything was linked up! Her task was apparently to create "war" between two “stores” of similar businesses by killing some humans whereas to "destroy" the two during the process, in the most efficient manner. As a result, Wojownik used the knife she got from the small dwelling, to forge that the attack would look like it was done by the name of the small dwelling, she stabbed them one-by-one on their hearts. The poor humans were scared and well before they could make a scream and call for help, they could only see a moving knife attacked them before they died. They couldn't do anything because of the speedy raid. They were all wearing a shocked, fear and painful face on their death. She was so entertained by their suffering, they released a bunch of Fear when they died. Wojownik though she had demonstrated her superb ability of strategy-planning and was satisfied. It was finished quickly and silently.

She threw the knife onto a noticeable spot and left the room. All lights were off, she was the only survivors in the building. Her knew her task was done. Thinking of the "possible war scene" between the other three Clans, Wojownik decided to steal something of her interests and something she though she could offer as tributes to the War Queen, including some costly garments and some jewels. After she though she had picked enough, she grabbed the clothing and teared them up, pretending someone broke into the "store" and made some destruction.
She didn't set fire to the place, as she wanted the bodies to be seen and found. To her inference, those stupid things, thinking they were so clever, would find the knife and conclude that the murder was done or ordered by the small dewlling. While the tribe of the small dwelling, who had been locked out the door by her would have the alibi, both parties would defend and all of them were losers! In between, they would emit a huge amount of Fear. The place was in a total mess after she finished.

Thinking of her prefect plan during the flight back to the Isle, she carried a big smile with her, she felt accomplished. Upon arrival, Wojownik met the surveillant and she was asked to follow her. Both of them reported to their Queen directly. Wojownik felt the Queen would be satisfied with her endeavor and her souvenirs.

Your Gaia Name: S-Blacky
Your Minis Name: yuo117
Choice 1: Fly overhead and look around, looking for the task.
Choice 2: Kick the door in.
Choice 3: Slip past him, boot him outside, lock the door behind him.
Choice 4: Alter the documents you found in the office. While the concept of money is still odd, it is important to the humans. As this is a place that sells, it depends on money to survive.
Choice 5: Do nothing; go straight to where you the cheiftains would be.
Choice 6: Attack and kill them all, forging the attack to look like it was done in the name of the other business.
Choice 7: Grab clothing and tear them up, stealing what you like and leaving a majority of it in ruins.

I, S-Blacky, FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT IF I WIN AND FAIL TO POST AN ENROLLMENT FORM WITHIN 30 DAYS THAT MY PRIZE WILL BE REVOKED.

I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CHECK IN FOR THE FINAL PROMPT AFTER 10th April.

Polemistis stood for one long moment and drank in the sight before her. The Human World… It lay before her, barren and open and ripe for chaos. It was her’s, if only for this next little while. But that was plenty of time to show herself, to fully become the warrior she had trained so hard for.
The sight of the Tribesman up above her, crouched on a building made Polemistis suddenly very self aware and his wave of greeting only amplified this feeling. She knew her task lay ahead of her and the Tribesman's strange, indiscernible gesture only fueled that need to complete it, but unfortunately for her she couldn’t quite understand what it was she was meant to do. Surely they expected more of her then a simple pillage of this already lonesome town. That would be too easy.

Her feathers rustled in the small night breeze and Polemistis pressed her bare feet down harder into the dirt as she considered her task. Although her calloused feet were not bothered by the feel of Earth, she did not like this restful state. Just standing around and thinking did her no good and the girl was much too proud to go ask the Tribesman for help. That surely had to be one test for her. The other, unsure warriors would flock to their Tribesman for help, but Polemistis was not so easily swayed. Instead, she stretched out her wings and pumped them once, hard, before she bolted into the darkened sky.
Once again, she could feel the Tribesman’s eyes on her as she drifted easily over the small town and Polemistis couldn’t help but puff out her chest a little as she viewed the dismal landscape below. After a few moments of survey she took a deep breath and descended toward a particular street. Two buildings stood across from each other and the young woman couldn’t help but think of them as two opposing enemies, eternally prepping for battle. She took one moment longer to look at them and then swooped down to the smaller one. Smaller enemies meant less energy spent on their demise and Polemistis had spent years cultivating her knowledge of battle. Such training would not go to waste tonight.

Being sure to be as quiet as possible, the red warrior landed back on the hard earth and stealthily stole around to the back of the store. A wooden door stood between her and the inside of the building and just as she was about to knock, her feathers ruffled against her skin and instead she took a step back. Warriors were strong, but they were also smart. It wasn’t enough to just go running and screaming into a battle. One had to think their options through, had to fully consider all the possibilities and find their enemies weakness and exploit it. Humans were notoriously fearful, so whatever option would cause the most fear was the best one.
Plus, it didn’t really hurt to show one’s strength.
So with a deep breath and a short, staccato shout, Polemistis kicked down the door.

Or, at least, that’s what she had intended before it swung open.
Regretfully for her, the calloused foot had made contact with the door that had been wrenched from her and was now hurtling toward the floor. One to always pride herself on her quick thinking, the young warrior turned her energy onto the man and used her forward falling momentum to reach out, grab him and swing him around until they had traded places. The man who opened the door was outside and Polemistis was inside. With a smirk splashed across her face, the girl grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut in his face and for extra measure, bolted the lock.
“Better still be watching…” She muttered to herself, her smirk still firmly on her mouth. Even if the Tribesman couldn’t hear her, he could still view her from the windows and Polemistis planned to make him, and her tribe, proud.
A quick twist on her heel brought her ‘round to face the inside of the building. Before her lay curious metal trees with clothing hanging from them, each article brightly colored and strange in a manner she was not accustomed to. Though her task still was first and foremost in her mind, Polemistis could not help this new need. And she had the time…

So for one unguarded moment, the young warrior stepped forward and touched what she assumed to be a shirt. It was too gauzy for her tastes and much too modest for a warrior. It did not feel luxurious in a manner one from the Conquest Clan would like and the embroidery was too colorful to be enjoyed by either Death or Famine too.
All too quickly to be comfortable, a feeling of hatred rose within her and with force harder than necessary, Polemistis shoved the metal tree over. That strange feeling seemed satisfied for the moment, but as she lifted her eyes from the fallen clothing she spotted another metal tree full of pinks and greens and blues. The colors were not for her or her tribe, they were colors of weakness, they were colors of humans.
And humans were weak.

An inexplicable shout of anger burst forth from Polemistis and there was no stopping her as she swirled around and grabbed the first garment she could. With a triumphant wrench of her hands, she pulled the fabric apart at the seams. It felt too good, so she gave into the feeling and snatched up another garment. And another, and another, until she was bounding from metal tree to metal tree and shards of fabric lay all around her.
It was strangely cathartic to ransack the store and until then she hadn’t realized how nervous she had been. Her need to prove herself had twisted itself in her stomach, but now she felt more relaxed. More eased.
“Destroy the weak, bring chaos to their shores.” She mumbled as she bent down and picked up a leather top. Fight hardened fingers brushed against the sturdy fabric and Polemistis finished the quote she had been taught as a child. “Take from them and use what can be used. Their loss is your gain, young warrior.” With deft hands she tied the sleeves around her belt, before she bent down and pilfered a few more articles that looked interesting. With this task completed she turned to survey her destruction.
Total and complete. Nothing stood straight, all the clothing had been ripped and she had even managed to break some glass on what appeared to be a display of some sorts.

“Most excellent.” She told herself as she glided out the back door and across the street.
Now the big one.

There was no need to kick down the doors of this building as they swished aside in an unsettling manner. Fearful of some trap, Polemistis rushed forward and landed. One foot touched the cool, smooth rock and the other landed on a patch of wrong-colored and very coarse moss.
“Gyahh!” The warrior shouted as she darted just a foot into the air, her feet tucked up against her bottom. With a swivel she turned to look at the nearest human, which wasn’t very close.
What would possess them to walk on such substances?
But before she could think the question through, she noticed that the nearest human was wearing shoes.

“By my blade, how weak you creatures truly are.” It wasn’t a curse she used often, but Polemistis knew just what to do.
A graceful swoop brought her behind the human and two flat palms and a good push brought him to the floor. Making sure not to drop her feet or stop her wings from flapping, she grabbed his feet and tugged. The shoes did not slip off like she thought they would, but the man was visibly frightened. The young warrior made eye contact with the man, but he only cast his gaze around to see if there was any help to be had from his invisible assailant. All it took were two more very forceful tugs and the shoes were off his feet. Polemistis threw one away from her and the other at his head.

“Build strength in all places, even your feet.” She spat at him, before she fluttered off.
A door that looked promising caught her eye and with a spurt of energy, Polemistis bolted toward it. She had spent too much time ransacking the other store and too much time in this store. Scaring humans was fun and fueled her, but she had a task to do.
Chaos and disorder, destruction and war were her gifts.

When she burst into the room the men all jumped and looked at her, but even when she shouted an angry cry of war at them, they only closed the door. For a moment, she was stunned into silence but this was good. It gave her a moment to take them in, to understand them.
These men all looked worried, but it was not because of her.
It was not because of the nagging worry of coming doom.
But Polemistis would make sure that others would understand coming doom.

Quiet as a grave, the young girl unsheathed the blade at her hip and slit the throat of the man nearest to her. Methodically she moved from man to man and nipped each one at a different point. One on the throat, one on the leg, one on the arm, one on the chest. Each in a place where a major artery resided, but no two the same.
There was a lesson taught to young warriors about efficiency and while Polemistis acknowledged this lesson in her own way, she also acknowledged the lesson of a job well done. So for one long and triumphant moment she stared at the bodies around her, all splashed with her favorite color of red.
And just as she was turning to leave, she recalled the articles of clothing she had stolen from the other store. Chaos was her calling, and with that thought she turned and pulled out a garment for each dead man. Being careful not to move them too much, she tied a garment around each gash before she fluttered out of the office.
Now the building was dark where it had not been before, but no matter. Polemistis needed only the light of destruction and would leave that final gift for this human world.
From the inside of her left shin-brace, Polemistis pulled out two thin, but sharp rocks. Leafs of paper were plentiful all around the store and for each stack, she clicked the rocks together until they sparked and alighted.
After she had started a fire in the four corners of the stores, she sighed with pleasure and sailed from the building toward her Tribesman.

“I am done, my task complete.” She told him with a happy smile on her face. He nodded to her and together they flew home to report and await her approval or rejection.
Polemistis could not help herself as they flew into the dark sky, for she turned her head once and watched for a few sweet seconds as the street below her glowed with the warmth of fire and chaos.


Your Gaia Name: AyeAvast
Your Minis Name: AyeAvast
Choice 1: Fly overhead and look around, looking for the task.
Choice 2: Kick the door in.
Choice 3: Slip past him, boot him outside, lock the door behind him.
Choice 4: Ransack the place and rob it, taking with you a few garments you like while ruining the rest by means of tearing them apart.
Choice 5: Scare some shoppers. Might as well have a bit of fun.
Choice 6: Attack and kill them all, forging the attack to look like it was done in the name of the other business.
Choice 7: Set multiple fires to the place.

I, AyeAvast, FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT IF I WIN AND FAIL TO POST AN ENROLLMENT FORM WITHIN 30 DAYS THAT MY PRIZE WILL BE REVOKED.

I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CHECK IN FOR THE FINAL PROMPT AFTER April 10th, 11:59PM PST.

Lethe looked at this strange and new land, the awe on her face mixing with look of disgust. She didn't like it. It was too open, too bare, too...too....straight. Angular! That was the word. There was little flow in this land. Just look at what they did to the river! Ruined, clearly. And why? So they can walk on it? She might have felt pity for the poor souls, as they had no wings. Might have, but not really, they were human after all.

"Curious creatures," she whispered, watching them move about in their night. For several long, quiet minutes, Lethe watched the humans in their town from her perch atop one of the many buildings. She was brought out of her concentration when she heard a flutter of wings accompanied by a strange cooing sound. An odd bird landed several feet away, it's gray head bobbing back and forth. "How can you live in this place with no trees?" The girl from War asked the odd bird. Its reply was only a startled flapping of wings. I suppose even the animals can sense me, she mused as she stood. She needed to find that task.

As she turned she saw another winged figure. The one sent to watch her. Lethe saw them wave, but couldn't make out their next motion. Likely telling me to get on with it, Lethe scolded herself. She was dawdling, and that was no good. So, with a flap of her wings, she took to the air to search for her task.
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It was an odd little town, and ugly, according to Lethe. It did not, however, take her too long to figure out what her task might entail. "Interesting," she murmured to the humans who could not see her as she landed. A few turned and looked, though she knew they could not hear her. With any luck, however, their dreams would be fitful tonight.

Lethe turned her attention to the two "stores". They were nearby each other, though not too close. The smaller of the two dwellings certainly held more charm. It was nice to see something made out of wood in this strange, stony land. Too bad it had metal on it's front. Not that she should really go crashing in through the front anyway. No, Lethe decided to find a quieter way inside. She walked (the stone was warm underfoot, odd) down a small street to the back of the building. She found a door at the back, a door that stood quietly. "Much better," she murmured as she reached out and tried the handle. The door, however, did not open. "Locked," Lethe hissed. Well then if the door wanted to pose a challenge, she did have another means of entering. Taking a step back, Lethe prepared to kick the door down. It would not stand a chance against her--
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Something clicked and the door opened. Lethe blinked at the man now blinking out into the darkness. It was a strange little man, with no hair and small eyes. His head turned this way and that, as if looking for someone.

Lethe was suddenly aware of both how annoying it could be to not be seen, and how useful. She could terrify this little man, and it could be amusing. So, she slipped past him, pushed him out of his door, and before he had time to think she'd already locked the thing. His rattling of the handle brought a smile to her face as she entered farther into the store. How will his little mind process that event?

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Lethe walked around the store, holding this bit of cloth here, stroking that bit there. The building itself was nice and made out of wood. It seemed to be out of place in a land where everything was made of stone. The garments it sold, however, were rather odd, if a little disgusting. Why would humans wear such things? Most of them would be dangerous to wear in a fight, something that Lethe found appalling.

After a few minutes of walking around, and noting that the little man had finally stopped rattling that door handle out back, Lethe decided it was time to move out. So, she quietly slipped back out into the night, leaving the only nice building in town behind her.

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Lethe then made her way towards the other building. This one was large and ugly. It appeared to no real doors, though there were plenty of windows. Windows that...moved aside for people? What? Not windows, but doors? Lethe slipped inside as a human walked out, and the first thing she noted was the utter brightness. It was like the sun had come down out of the sky for the night. Except for the fact that the light was not like sunlight at all. Lethe knew one thing. She really didn't like those lights.

Skirting the wall, she tried to find a place to shelter or hide while she made up her mind here. How can there be no real cover in this wretched place? It was like a hunter's nightmare in here. The only saving grace was that the humans seemed to be moving out. To where, Lethe didn't know, but she did know that she was the only being in her immediate area.

Cursing the lights still, she moved about the store, taking it in. This building was so much uglier than the other, and the floor...is was cool, except for where it was odd. The word "carpet" rolled through her mind. Someone had once told her carpet was nice and soft, Lethe had to disagree. And then there were the garments. Most of them were hideous and very unpractical. She could think of a few Clans-folk (not War of course) that might like some of it, though she would never understand why. It was just so...Ugh.

It was then that Lethe saw what she wanted. A place that looked like it might house the chieftains of this tribe. Quickly, she hurried over to the door.

--

Well, the men inside were certainly angry about something. Lethe was almost surprised that they had even noticed her enter, considering how into their argument they appeared. As they returned to the argument, however, Lethe noticed something on the table. Papers, with the same symbol that the wooden shop had on it. Perfect.

She would have to be subtle, however. The men had already noticed her enter the room, more or less. So, she decided she would be light about this. Quietly, she inhaled some of the stale air in the room, and blew at the papers. Sure enough, they moved and fluttered a bit.

The men looked startled, but they did notice the papers. One of them picked them up, and continued his yelling. Even pointed at the paper. One of the other men glanced around the room again, as if wondering where the draft had come from. Her trick had worked, though from the looks of things they had already been arguing about the other store. This was going to be easier than she thought. Lethe smiled.

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Shortly there after, the chieftains left the room. Angry, too. Lethe followed them out, pleased to see the building was now dark. Not that it would be that way for long. Lethe didn't like this store, and she was more than happy to light it up. A few fires, here and there, and little to nothing would remain. With any luck, the rival tribe-shop would be blamed. If they know how to fight, though, they might stand a chance.

Lethe walked back into the night, the fires catching in the store behind her. She was met by the warrior that accompanied her, though the other was silent. A moment later, and they were headed home.




Your Gaia Name: GrnGriff
Your Minis Name: GrnGriff
Choice 1: - Fly overhead and look around, looking for the task.
Choice 2: - Kick the door in.
Choice 3: - Slip past him, boot him outside, lock the door behind him.
Choice 4: - Choose to do nothing. Leave the store as it is.
Choice 5: - Do nothing; go straight to where you the cheiftains would be.
Choice 6: - Try to steer the conversation towards the other company.
Choice 7: - Set multiple fires to the place.

I, GrnGriff, FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT IF I WIN AND FAIL TO POST AN ENROLLMENT FORM WITHIN 30 DAYS THAT MY PRIZE WILL BE REVOKED.

I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CHECK IN FOR THE FINAL PROMPT AFTER April 10, 2012 (11:59PST).

Congrats to the winners and thanks Maru for the opportunity to do this rp smile

sn: wyntre iceblade

Hooray!! Stuff! And congrats Kuumeii!!

SN Ice Queen