Aminah sat at a table beside the supply tent. She had felt the same flutters as from the earlier battle, but was really hoping that some food would settle her nerves. She tore off a small chunk of bread and dipped the end gingerly into her soup. The food looked questionable, but she wasn't ready to judge those that were working hard to feed all those who would be fighting.
She looked around and spotted her sister in the distance. She had persuaded Sathe to come back with her, mentioning all the good that she could do for others, but really she just wanted her sister close by in case something went wrong. Being so close to death was no small thing and she couldn't do it alone.
She shook her head, trying to get the negative thoughts from her mind before turning back to her soup. She tried to turn her thoughts to happier things. Maybe Jerarda would be here. That was a good thought.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:40 pm
Gaddok: Post 2 Location: Healing Tents ---> Talking with Sathe
There were a number of healing tents all clustered in a row. Gaddok peeked in each one going down the line until he caught a glimpse of her. Stepping out of sight he caught his breath and held tight to the vial dangling from his neck. He felt his heart pulsing in his chest, his stomach was twisting in knots; he was nervous... It wasn't a good feeling like he normally had in her company. There was uncertainty between them; at least from his standpoint. The letter he wrote- letters he wrote, yet received no reply. She occupied almost every waking thought, and was a constant visitor of his dreams. She was his motivation to heal and what drove him to make the trip to Tale. Gaddok had to see her, had to know she was alright, that the war hadn't claimed her, that she hadn't been taken captive.... And now he had.
Since he had seen her he knew… He knew she was safe; she wasn’t captive, or a casualty. She had been home and well… So why didn’t she reply? Tighter and tighter the knots twisted in his stomach. How had this been so difficult? He’s charged headstrong into battle with only the basic knowledge of swordsmanship, and emerged unscathed. He’d faced some of the most formidable foes in the Sauti Mountains, and lived against all odds; yet talking to a woman he had earlier talked so freely to has him cowering outside the tent?
‘There has to be an explanation,’ he told himself. Taking in a deep breath, he ducked into the tent and exhaled slowly. Gaddok made his way across the tent, with each step he felt his heart rate increase until he was certain it was about to burst out his chest. Standing but a few paces away he cleared his throat and managed to say, “Glad to see you’re well.”
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Sathe - Healing Tents post 1
Sathe seemed to find herself back in the mix of things, this time wondering how she had been talked into this. She wiped her hands off on the apron she was wearing, cleaning the dust from the supplies she was dredging together. Aminah was here also, though she had no idea where she was right now, all she knew was that there were plenty of preparations to be done before the battle started again. Sathe shuddered at the thought of how injured some were in the last battle, but it was momentary and she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. She wanted to help.
She leaned back on her stool and took a moment to just watch the movement in the camp. She needed a break, and this might be one of the last moments she'd be able to take one.
Iroia snorted at Kennet's assumption. "No hes not my boyfriend more of a blood brother you could say, a very close plutonic companion. He just understands me." She braced her feet apart showing Ruelash it was just Kennet and his friend...that is until she turned around and looked at his friend. Her hair tried to stand on end and she hissed in shocked surprise spinning and back stepping, Ruelash behind her, as protection. "I uh I..." Words in the middle of adrenaline spike...not her strong suit.
"I thought you were a mixed breed..she marched up and looked deep into his face.."But you are Oban...what are you doing here? Its dangerous! And we are not the least of your problems....Care to explain Kennet?" She clipped his name like the aldabuck trim their grass. Honestly she was surprised she got that many words out..maybe she had been in civilization too long...but surely a day wasn't too much civilization for even her?
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Iroia: Outskirts Post: 2
Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 7:11 pm
Iniu had noticed Yelena soon enough and she muffled her joy in curiousity to see what the pair would do, now that they were basically standing on top of each other.
Kiyelt's eyes crossed and he glanced to his side. And there she was, feeding the beast. They had both been drawn to it like flies it seemed and so to each other. He grinned. "My my Yelena, it has been a long time. You have not changed, still gorgeous."
Iniu flew off him and right into Yelena's arms, while Kiyelt tried to turn to Yelena and not give her Roati a target at the same time.
Then his shirt hissed at something nearby. It appeared that Norcrest had heard a challenge and his head popped out of Kityelt's shirt, which for the record itched in this heat. Why was he wearing one anyway besides as a pouch for his familiars. "Mella! My art instructor, it has been a long time, meet Yelena my well my crush." He stuttered the last bit out, abashed but clearly smitten, since his cheeks turned a lovely shade of purple.
Yelena fed the beast some more nuts she found in her other pocket. It was just too cute and she wanted to hug the beast. It was such a sweet looking beast. She slipped back a little bit as she heard more approaching the beast pen. She didn't want to get into anyone's way or anything like that. She felt eyes on her but wasn't sure why. She pet Aril more and leaned back against Icewalker taking comfort in his warmth and size. She loved the beasts and hoped she would be able to continue with her path to becoming a beast tamer.
She giggled at the adorable beast and at her two companions. They were being cute. Aril was making sweet little sounds and Icewalker had been playing with her dreadlocks. She gasped and whipped her head around. No. She was going insane. "But you're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. Why are you here? Am I going insane?" Her voice trembled as she spoke. She blushed and dropped her head. He couldn't be real she knew she wasn't gorgeous no matter what he or Kaalnia said.
She squeaked when Iniu flew into her arms. She grabbed the sailscale and held her close. Cuddling the pretty girl. "Hey there gorgeous. How have you been? I missed you." Maybe not a figment of her imagination. But then did that mean Kiyelt was real too? How? She cuddled the girl in her arms and hid her face against Iniu. She heard a hiss and looked at the other thing that was with Kiyelt. When did he get another sailscale? And such a handsome male.
She looked at the one who ran up to Kiyelt and stepped back a little bit hugging Iniu close to her. Her mouth fell open when she heard what he said. Hold on did she hear that right? She was what?! No she had to have hallucinated that. He must have found some girl on his travels. She doubted he still felt anything for her. She felt the heavy weight of the metal on the leather string around her neck. She frowned worried and Icewalker stepped closer to her ready to smash anyone who made her upset. But he would wait for Yelena to say if it was ok or not. Aril glared at Kiyelt and watched him. Yelena just stared at him in shock as she noticed that blush on his cheeks. She looked at the one named Mella. "Hi. I'm Yelena." She watched them with her bright yellow eyes.
Yelena: Location: Beast pen, Post: 2
Duke Edward Drake
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 8:38 pm
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Biroki – Shifter Sage Sleeping Tents: Assisting with Calming down people
”Rastian... I'm going to make you tea. You...” he hesitated, trying to choose his words carefully. ”You can't help them while d-drunk.”
Yes. Senja was Rastian's wife, he had heard. And his nephew was... Biroki couldn't remember. That family, or whatever it was, was very convoluted. He knew, though, that – when things had been going well with Zuri – he would have felt the same desperation and anxiety and frustration that Rastian had to be feeling.
Zuri... She was still away. He hoped she would be all right, that things would work out between them. And, also, that things would work out here.
”We'll rescue them.” he said, trying to feel as confident as he was saying, ”But you have to... you need to be sober first..”
Yes. That was a good first step. ”And they won't b-beat anybody to death...” Or would they? Biroki didn't know what those Obans were capable of. ”I'm sure not your Senja.”
At the very least, they would draw the line at a pregnant woman, right? ”You just stay there. I'll get you something to s-sober up...” he hesitated, ”C-can you do that?”
Kaalnia – Alkidike Blade Supply Tents: Assisting with Preparations/complaining to anybody who will listen
One crate down, and then yet another crate to carry in. ”You'd think I was the only one with muscles...” grumbled Kaalnia. She had no idea what some of this stuff was. Seriously. Was it all even needed?
A piece of rug, folded up, escaped her notice and her foot caught in it. She didn't quite trip – at least, that was what she told herself. She did, however, stumble, and the crate she was carrying did tip, so the result was the same... A mess of supplies all over the floor.
”Augh!” Kaalnia exclaimed, glaring at the mess, ”Why?! Why?!” growling some more for good measure, she plunked the now less-full crate on a nearby surface and started picking up the... ”What are these, nuts?!” she said, bringing one to eye level, ”Why do we need all these nuts?”
She knew there was a joke somewhere in that, she just knew it...
Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:12 pm
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Duke Edward Drake
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Ruelash – Ice Knight Around the Camp: Ready for a Fight
Ruelash wouldn't have made a very good would-be assasin (or, for that matter, wild animal) if he didn't know when he was detected, or notice pursuers. He gave Makani a cursory, annoyed look over. The first thing he noticed was the magic stuff, runes or something glowy – a mage then.
Why's his eyes shut like that? wondered Ruelash, and then he realized he didn't care, his attention back on the Oban and the growing cluster of people. Including his 'friend.'
He hissed as he realized he was detected by the hybrid, too. Well, so much for hiding. ”Watch it.” he growled, partly for the mage's benefit as he stalked out from the trees, showing his swords openly: If hiding wasn't the way to go, outright threat worked just as well.
Maybe there'll be a fight...[/i[ Ruelash thought, sudden glee causing him to give his blades a little twirl.
Why was the hybrid so close to the Oban? Was he a traitor? A spy. Ruelash grinned: it was not a nice grin. That just makes it even better.
He instinctively took up a threatening position behind Iroia as she began... talking? Talking... What? ”Hey Iroia.” he said, ”You know this one?” he gestured vaguely with his sword at the... pair? Things like that were just baffling to the Ice Tribesman. ”So.” he settled into a battle stance, his eyes glittering even as he held himself back. Followin' your lead Iroia... he thought, because it was more fun when they coordinated.
Ikkio – Shifter/Ice Prentice Beast's Tent: Talking to Kelina
”Ohhh?” Ikkio was very intrigued, ”Your sister is a beast tamer? Anybody I know?” Mentally, she ran through all the people she did know. Sauron? He was no-one's sister, obviously. Lassarra? She was a Hybrid, so surely not her.
”Mmm, I've been to Zena.” Ikkio bragged, smiling smugly, ”With my mother and sister. It's not all that interesting...” she said dismissively. In reality, she had been awed and overwhelmed by the spaciousness of the grasslands of the Tale, and the starkness of the tundra of Zena. She was glad to be back in Jahuar.
And... She smirked as she heard the now - familiar insanity of Aysun's voice. Yes. Of course he would be here... She did want to talk to him about the beast (and see what she could get him to do for her), but that could wait. For now...
”I wouldn't mind going with you.” she said graciously, noticing the dark blue weapon that the woman carried. ”That is a beautiful bow... Are you an archer?”
Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:41 pm
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Hijil – Shifter Guard Around the Camp: feeding the kinfa
Ath cheeped back at the funny little foodthing creature. Did he have food? She wanted food!
”Over here...” cooed Hijil, nudging the Kinfa's head to her gently, holding out a handful of the feed for Ath to eat.
Ath noticed quickly and began to chomp her food down with great gusto, making a mess. Sure, it wasn't coming from the usual source – IE, the ground or foodthing or mama – but it was food and she was hungry!
Did they think they could do his job?! Silly earthlings. He made a face at Bhima, chimed disapprovingly, and continued to hover nearby – let her try to catch him! He'd show her!
Hijil looked up at Bhima as the kinfa ate. It was nice to be together, finally together, with both of them concious. In the tent, after the tournament, that had been together, but it had not been being together. This was. For the first time in years, there was no yearning, no lost fragments of memories, no watching from afar. Things were...
Complete.
But not, she had noticed, exactly as they were before. They had both changed in the long years that Jahuar had sapped from them, and it was interesting – and frightening – to find these changes (aside from, of course, Bhima's shorn locks), both in Bhima and herself. They were no longer little girls, and Hijil was trying to deal with it, trying to find them so she could adapt and make sure this all worked. The fear still lurked in the back of her mind that, in the end, it would not be as before. She wanted to make sure that that fear never came to pass.
So, she watched (perhaps a little too much), and so far nothing disastrous had reared its head, just things to keep in mind.
“Do you...” she turned Bhima's words to the little brown creature over in her head, “Like sprites, Bhima?”
Mella gently tried to nudge Telwren back into her sash as he was currently trying to hiss at the other sailscale in Kiyelt’s shirt. “One little chat does not make me a teacher of any kind.” She blushed furiously at his comment wondering what it would be like to actually teach prentices. She didn’t know if she could but it seemed like such a thing would be fun. She eyed the hybrid next to Kiyelt critically studying her. She wasn’t in the least bit jealous or even envious of Kiyelt rather she was drawn to the facial symmetry and appearance of others and this woman was certainly stunning. She smiled warmly at Ylena when she was done assessing her which only took a moment. “I can see why she is your crush, she has excellent facial structure and her marking make her appear both exotic and elegant.” She moved closer to Iniu to pet the friendly sailscale who Telwren was now glaring at but made no move to attack. “and look at Iniu. If she gives her seal of approval then there is no doubt about it.” Reaching out a hand she simply stroked Iniu as she had before the last time she saw the cute little sail scale. Her other hand was firmly keeping Telwren in place.
Duke Edward Drake
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 10:58 pm
Nera Location: Camp Outskirts Post: 1
Slender wrists worked against the bindings that pinned lean arms behind her back, sun-kissed bronze gave way to raw pink and the patchwork of heather and light blues that trailed from the lengths of her upper limbs past her collarbone and across the left hemisphere of her boyish face denoted the recent defeat she had suffered at the hands of one of the uneducated savages. Nera couldn’t help but sneer and allow a sharp hiss of discomfort to breeze past her swollen lips, the redhead had tried to reason with the wildling, she had not wanted to fight nor did she put up a struggle yet even in her peaceful surrender her captor had proven to uphold the brutality she expected from one of the lesser races that plagued the lands.
Squinting against the sting of perspiration that dripped into her eyes Nera continued on the path that she was prodded upon, taunt thighs ached dully and the once well-fitted sandals that donned her lower extremities now appeared to cut into the inflamed flesh of her feet and rubbed against the cracked skin between her toes. Nothing that she had been able to say when she was allowed to speak prevented the mistreatment her Leaf aggressor bestowed upon her, the man had threatened to slit her lying Oban throat every waking moment of the day until Nera found herself flinching at the sound of her own breathing for fear it would trigger yet another beating from the male captor. It was strange how she had run away from the war and still the battlefield found her, she was still a loyalist, her people were cultured and refined everyone would benefit if they simply followed the structured ways of the Oban people instead of remaining ignorant and violent.
Tilting her head downward Nera staggered a few steps, the shove from the man behind her propelled her forward and sent the prentice face first into the ground that had once been at her feet. Where was her darkling when she needed her?
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:43 pm
In the last battle, this had been the time when their leaders stepped from the tent, the plans settled, announcing to their brethren the plan for attack. Now had been the time when the forces were gathered, preparing for the battle to come. However there seemed to be no indication that the leaders were near a stopping point in their plans, nor any suggestion they would leave the secluded tent... until a messenger stepped inside, speaking in hushed tones.
There was a stirring within the tent of the Tendaji leaders, but when the flaps open it was Antiope who stepped out. She was pale - well, more so than usual, but her posture was one of quiet hopefulness. Eyes turned to her, but she held her hands aloft, raising her voice as best she could. "I know you all have questions - T-thank you for coming, even after..." She trailed off, then realized it wasn't a conversation for the moment.
Bolstering herself up, Antiope raised her chin. "There are some last minute preparations, but ... but we have word that the Oban army has settled across the savannah from us. And that... and that they have many of our captured with them - possibly even Freya and Besian."
It certainly wasn't good news. If they went to the expense of bringing their prisoners out here, they had plans for them - but what? She wanted to suggest hatching an escape plan to get their loved ones out, but with the battle to come they couldn't spare the manpower - at least not en masse. "We are trying to consider the best options - but for now we urge you not to leave the camp - and to continue preparations. We'll explain soon, we promise." Her gaze turned sideways to the large beast in its pen by the tent, then turned back to anyone who was listening. "Please spread the word, if you can."
Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:53 pm
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Viveka - Rogue (Training to be an Artisan) Location: With Eira and Gyuri Post: 2 (Can post one more time before next npc post)
Suddenly, Viveka was being enveloped in a hug, one from someone that made him grin. Eira! It was Eira!
"Eira! Hi!" He exclaimed, blushing softly. "I haven't seen you in a while! How are you?"
Then, he turned to Gyuri and smiled.
"I haven't seen you in a while, either, Gyuri!" He said. "How are you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:46 am
LUCIJAH Post 2
xxxxNear edge of the camp
It was no use, looking out this way. Cursing under her breath, the moody shifter scuffed her feet against the sands that dared to reach this far into the treeline, and turned to prowl along the edge of the camp, circling back around the way she came, towards the side of the camp that bordered the Tale forest, rather than the savanna beyond. Having given up her search, she had no expectations of finding Nera this way - but a few minutes later, she stopped on her heel, her breath stolen.
The first reaction was that a leaf earthling had stumbled across an Oban. The second... was that she would recognize the curve of that body anywhere. "Nera." She whispered under her breath, eyes wide with shock. Then... they narrowed in fury, her hands shifting into fists. Before she realized it, she was running forward, a hand raised - and with the full inertia of flinging herself forward by the spring of her feet, Lucijah slammed her fist into the leaf earthling's jaw. If he liked to push others around, he must enjoy it, right?! Resisting the urge to kick at him, Lucijah instead spat at him, then spun around to kneel beside Nera - only to once against freeze.
The woman before her was almost unrecognizable under the swelling of her flesh. The wrists, tied as they were too-tight behind her back, were bound with rough rope that scraped at the sensitive skin of her wrists, and her face... Nera's normal healthy, virile glow was pale, dropping to blues and sickening purples. Her lips, those beautiful lips were split and chapped - with dried blood the only glow to them. With her hands settled against the oban's shoulders, tugging her up from where she'd been shoved into the ground, Lucijah slowly lifted her gaze to the leaf earthling who had captured Nera, her own eyes narrowed in fury. "I captured this Oban not a few days ago - you want to tell me how you came by her? I bet you were the one to steal her from my camp, hoping to find glory for turning her in for yourself!" It was a lie, of course, but even if he knew it wasn't the truth, if Nera agreed with her story then others may interfere and relinquish the Oban girl into her custody. If not, she'd beat him until his view of history more accurately met her own.
