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Prince Enola

PostPosted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 1:57 pm


The Hall Of The Proca


Sat upon the edge of a cliff, deep within the thick forests of Provoka, is a grand hall of
the Proca tribe that overlooks the ocean. Partially camouflaged by the ivy that cradles it’s left side, partially a display of the fine craftsmanship of the Proca it’s entrance is covered with carvings of semi-malevolent birds and scenes of war. Inside the hall is an overpowering smell of food. Fresh fish, tropical fruit and usually a recently killed boar.
And often Enola, prince of the Proca, can be seen thoughtfully staring into the roaring fire at the halls center.

He had been ruler of the Proca tribe ever since his father had gone missing two years ago. Although his status remained that of a prince as the tribe elders were unwilling to allow a man so young to rule over them. In Procan society it is the eldest who have the most power and are most respected. They are often sought after for advice or cures to illness.
If the leaders are not pleasing the elders they can usually put an end to thier reign, however they had not done so with young Enola. His father was well respected and if he were to return to see his son cast out like a begger it would be the greatest embarrassment to the elders.

This hall stands as a testament to the Procan civilization. It is not only a royal home but a place of meeting and celebration for the Proca. It is often filled with the fumbling and the bustle of busy people either preparing a feast or eating it.
So sat upon it’s sandy cliff over looking a pinnacle rock the hall of Proca abides. Like the Proca themselves abide.


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PostPosted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:16 pm


*stubbles along forest tripping over logs and getting his head knocked by small low branches. He seems to have been wondering the woods for a long time for most of his clothes are missing. He sits down on the log and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand*

I need su find more food.

*Gets up and trips over a rock falling into a clearing looking over a cliff*

Where am I?
 

Samael Gunn


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 8:00 am


Enola gets up and leaves the hall. The weary eyes of the elders watch him as he exits with an air of disapproval.
Enola looks out upon the ocean. According to Proca myth their people were sent to this island as punishment for stealing the nectar of the Gods.
Enola looks around and then...what's that?! What in the world is that thing?!


Wait...oh no...Enola thinks. "Them again..." He says rolling his eyes.
"YOU THERE!!" He shouts to the shriveled form. "What are you doing here?!"
PostPosted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 1:08 pm


gonk
*covers face*
Wot's goin' on?! Where am I? son't hurt meh.

Samael Gunn


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:12 am


"I know what you're here for! You are'nt getting it, though!"

Enola advances upon the person and grabs it by the the hair and attempts to drag it into the hall.

"Your people have done it before, but never again!" scream
PostPosted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:06 pm


Wot are ye salkin' about?
Ow, I only gots so much 'air
Wot 'ave 'we' sone?
OW
gonk

Samael Gunn


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:40 am


"Elders! Look what I found skulking about!"

Everyone looks in shock. Some women hide there babies, others leap scream.
A very old and wrinkled elder gets up to look at saMmaP. Before nodding at Enola.


"Well, you know what that means don't you little thief?
You're not getting the nectar...in fact I've just been ordered to burn you.
Your people have lusted our nectar for too long! IT END'S TODAY!"
PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:27 pm


Steal wot? Wot nector? But I like rum.
gonk
I son't wanna burn.
Help! Help! Zam! Edward! Anyone!
*tries to fight the hand out of his head*

Samael Gunn


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:34 pm


"Your kind came here many years ago, upon discovering our secret thy demanded that we bring them the nectar many times a day. We were not but slaves to them!
We only just managed to fight them off and destroy thier ship.
We won't let you get away. You'll only tell them where to find us!"


He Drags saMmaP outside. They've already prepared a large stake surrounded by twigs. Three men are bathing the twigs in a clear liquid.
An elder approaches Enola and hands him a flaming torch.


"Y-yes...it is my duty...t-tie him to the stack gentlemen..."

Two men approach saMmap with the intention of tieing him to the stake.
PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:52 pm


*sseing what is going on, the shamen rushes to the scene*

"STOP! You fools! You think this will accomplish anything? As you well know, killing the boy will only result in more animosity between our peoples! And can't you recognize him? I know for a fact that some of you-"

*points a finger at a shabby looking elder, then at the youngest elder*

"-have been to the foreigner's town in disguise yourselves! This is the governer's brother! We would cause no end of grief upon our own people if we were to kill him. And it's not as if nobody knows where we live either. They're not stupid, you know..."

Shamen Atabey


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:55 pm


"But Atabey! Don't you remember last time?! They cannot live without the nectar! They'll come back again in drones! If we show this boy the slightest bit of hospitality they'll assume we're preparred to brew for them like slaves! We have more pride than that, surely?!

Would our ancestors be proud to think that we became nothing more than servants for...that lot...?"


The elders who had'nt been pointed out nod in approval. The other elders sneak away from the scouling crowds.
PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:09 pm


"Hah! Yes, last time, they did come in droves. But, my boy, you, and many of these old men as well, were not here so long ago. The men that came last time were all alike in dress. They were military men, and not like the ones that live here now"

Shamen Atabey


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:14 pm


"We...we..we can't risk it...there's no difference really...
They're the same... we can't...if they come...we'll...I'll..."


Enola is lost for words. For a leader, he is'nt too good at making speach's.

"F-fine...what would you propose we do?"
PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:24 pm


yes, son't kill me. I won't sell seh ozhers about ye. Shey son't even know I'm 'ere. I son't even know where I am.  

Samael Gunn


Prince Enola

PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:26 pm


Enola scowls at saMmap. stare
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