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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:22 am
The 6th Wagon in the Caravan W e l c o m e
Welcome to Narkri Chooma, the wagon of Mirela and Tafari. The wagon's door is usually always open as Mirela is forever eager to welcome visitors. N a v i g a t i o n
[1] Welcome [2] Tafari [3] Mirela [4] Bavol [5] Photographs [6] Gifts
[7] Friends & Foes [8] Memories [9] Quests [10] Readings [11] Companions [12] Fortunes
[13] Links [14] Credits [15] Reserved Aucaman - x
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:24 am
T a f a r i Name: Tafari
Origin: African
Meaning: He who inspires awe
Nickname(s): -
Age: Infant
Gender: Male
Appearance: See Photographs
Personality:
Abilities:
Favourite Food:
Favourite Colours:
Known Likes:
Known Dislikes:
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:25 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:26 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:27 am
P h o t o g r a p h s [X] - Tafari as a blanket [X] - Tafari emerged into a beautiful horse. [X] - Isn't he adorable? Tafari has finally become an infant.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:28 am
G i f t s Oqaia Oqaia picked up the cue, and pulled out a bundle wrapped in brown leather for Mirela- the gypsy who had only just introduced herself to Val, it seemed.
"We brought back something for all," Oq explained. "I don't know how Val always knows... but she's... well, just like that," she laughed before explaining what was in the bundle.
"They're fans..." for indeed, they seemed just like plain, brown feathered fans. "But Val says that if you can get someone other than yours permission for a drop of blood on them, you can use them... to fly, until the blood dries." Another bit of grey magic, probably, Oq decided. - A shell given to Mirela and Tafari by Lorelei.[X] - A present left on the steps of the wagon around the time of the Ostara festivities.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:29 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:30 am
M e m o r i e s September 28th - Mirela joined the caravan, and found a rather strange blanket amongst the belongings of the wagon she was given.October 9th - The caravan mother, Valelldia, returned! Bringing with her some new arrivals in the form of her sister, Oqaia and Tierra. Not only did Valelldia bring new caravan members, but she also brought presents!October 15th - Movement! The caravan began to move up the River Pythos.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:31 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:31 am
R e a d i n g s Re: Aucaman's First FortuneXpressionless Aucaman’s fortune had left Mirela more then a little shaken, not only due to the violence that surround its arrival but also for the dark words the Banya had spoken. The young gypsy had never received such dire tidings and hadn’t heard much talk of similar predications from the caravans other birds in the past, although within the recesses of her mind she knew that such troubling predications must have come before now.
With her usually bright countenance now masked with shadows of confusion and fear Mirela secured Bavol’s reins to the lead seat, trusting the steed to follow the wagons before him, and climbed down to walk beside her travelling home - lift Tafari down after her. Awkwardly nestled within her mothers arms, a position that he much preferred now that she was able to hold him, Tafari regarded the approaching port with child like wonder and excitement; making up for Mirela’s seeming obliviousness to the brightly coloured scene and current of giddiness and anticipation that swept over the crowd.
Having decided upon bringing her questions and queries to Oqaia, to save troubling the wagon mother with what might only be petty concerns, Mirela moved silently and swiftly forward - keeping her head lowered and hidden to avoid in sighting concern among her sisters and brothers, especially when many were still coming to terms with the events that had occurred within the forest. Only when she was walking safely beside Blessed Change did the young woman lift her head.
“I am sorry to trouble you my sister” Mirela spoke in a hushed tone, “but I received a rather troubling fortune from Aucaman, one that has left me fearful as to what may lie ahead for Tafari, the caravan and myself”. Pausing to release a shaky sigh, Mirela continued. “Therefore I have come to ask, most humbly, if you are able to shed a greater light on Aucaman’s words. I do not know what the meji can and will reveal, but I wish to know more about what awaits Tafari - will the speaking’s of death and killing touch him?” Oqaia Oqaia smiled, and indicated for Mirela to come up and join her on the leadseat. She put her reigns in her lap- Varlan and her other oxen would continue to follow WhistleStick without her reign. She listened to Mirela's words carefully and nodded to herself, not realizing that she bit her bottom lip as she did. The pink haired girl from the north was only half gypsy- and even after all her time in the caravan, she was still trying to come into her own. Fortunes still did not come as easily to her as to her half-sister, but every time she was improving, understanding more of the slippery, nebulous handholds of the meij.
She crawled back into her wagon and rifled through a trunk near her trundle bed. She had not used her Quing Cards in a long while- and decided to try them, rather than her usual tarot or other fortune spreads. The small leather disks of cards could fit into the palm of her hand. When she placed the deck between them on the leadseat, bent down to look at them, their heads would nearly touch. Oqaia asked the question of the cards, then, with a Quing Incantation that was as as high-pitched as it was brief, she thumped the deck with her knuckles, and two cards leapt up out of the pile and shuffled themselves to the head of the deck. Oqaia had only to flip them over.
"Carcara- the card of disconnection. No, the talk of killing and death don't have to do with Tafari. I think you just had the ill luck of having the Bezerker catching another's meij fortune. It's good you came to me, then. I wouldn't want to think someone in my wagon had a connection to... whatever this is." Oq bit her lip once more. Death? Killing? She tried to keep her composure as clear as whiteberry wine... she would take this matter up with Valelldia later.
"And Sorit- the card of power. It's flipped itself, too- which I think means that there is something for him to the south- something that connects his future with power." Oqaia looked up. "I guess that means... when we head south, something will happen to Tafari. Probably nothing... bad?" She tilted her head and gave a soft smile of apology. It was all she knew.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:32 am
C o m p a n i o n s Aucaman
(Pronounced: aw-oo-kaw-MAWN)
The wagon’s Banya Bird who collided with the Narkri Chooma in Twiggle Forest. Aucaman seems to have been greatly effected by the forest, although to what extent remains unknown.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:33 am
F o r t u n e s First Fortune (30/11/06) When the wind came through, some birds were displeased, uncomfortable or simply in a foul temper, while others were giddy with the joy of the news. All, however, were alike in that they found those kernels that were pertinent to those in their families, and delivered them from the meij stream to the consciousness of understandable speech. One bird, however... reacted so differently it was almost frightening.
Aucaman was not a sane creature. He had been in the wild for far too long, and without those near him to channel his fortunetelling abilities, he had never learned that self control. Most Banyas, when they are young, dabble with pulling kernels from the meij that do not belong to them- but the richness and almost drunken headiness that comes with such a violation will often make them sick, and uncomfortable... few Banyas continue this practice. Aucaman, however... had been alone for long enough that discomfort was the only way he had ever been able to feel anything. Even now, with a family of his own... he was too far gone.
The wind came through, and anyone looking on might have thought it was a hurricane gust, rather than the simple breeze it was- for as soon as it touched the bird he vaulted into the air and was slammed against the wagon wall. He screamed a sound that seemed wholly unbirdlike, and then was pitched against the opposite wall as if by an invisible hand. His wing turned under him on the final pitch, and then he fell to the ground, his body twitching and his wing bent in an awkward shape beneath him. It was in this state that the bird began to chant out a long stream of seemingly unrelated words, chewing kernels of meij and spitting them to the floor.
The Salt Mines The Salt Mines
What would you give to be in the sky
She's not your daughter. She does not belong to you. You will not keep her. You lose her again.
Magic brush Centaur Cousin to the SaltSouth
Why do you hate me? What has driven you to kill?
Mother? I'm afraid. It hasn't gone away.
The gypsy mother is dead. All fortunes can be reversed.
But this one.
She will die.
She will die
She will die.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:34 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:35 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:36 am
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