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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.15 02:19:00 -
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((Is it too late for me to join?))
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.15 02:38:00 -
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((Is there a map of unclaimed territories or can I slap a peninsula onto the current map?))
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Posted - 2015.05.15 02:54:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:((Is there a map of unclaimed territories or can I slap a peninsula onto the current map?)) ((Much of the world is unclaimed.))
((Kk, btw I was looking at the map that was posted a couple pages back, I'm assuming those black parts are unclaimed islands, if I claim it do I get the whole Island or just a peice? Sorry if I'm being annoying, just don't want to f*ck things up))
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.15 03:32:00 -
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Country Name: Artuga
Capital: Mihal
Population: Small
Borders: Small Volcanic Island to the south of the mainland.
Cultural Focus: Sailing and War
Religious Focus: None as Artugians are Deists.
Current System of Governace: Autocracy. Line of succession is determined by 'Natural Selection' (keep what you kill)
Cultural Strengths: Naval Combat
Cultural Weaknesses: Aerial Combat
Capital Terrain: Coastal
Terrain Strengths: Naval, Forests, Volcanic
Terrain Weaknesses: Tundra, Desert, Plains (anywhere far from the sea really)
Country Terrain Strengths: Rich in resources
Country Terrain Weaknesses: Isolated
Resource Strengths: Ship Devlopment
Resource Weaknesses: Dependency on Wood
Motto: "Strong winds bring good fortune."
Current Leader: Bloody Jon
((Is this okay or do I need to change some things?))
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.15 04:12:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:Country Name: Artuga
Capital: Mihal
Population: Small
Borders: Small Volcanic Island to the south of the mainland.
Cultural Focus: Sailing and War
Religious Focus: None as Artugians are Deists.
Current System of Governace: Autocracy. Line of succession is determined by 'Natural Selection' (keep what you kill)
Cultural Strengths: Naval Combat
Cultural Weaknesses: Aerial Combat
Capital Terrain: Coastal
Terrain Strengths: Naval, Forests, Volcanic
Terrain Weaknesses: Tundra, Desert, Plains (anywhere far from the sea really)
Country Terrain Strengths: Rich in resources
Country Terrain Weaknesses: Isolated
Resource Strengths: Ship Devlopment
Resource Weaknesses: Dependency on Wood
Motto: "Strong winds bring good fortune."
Current Leader: Bloody Jon
((Is this okay or do I need to change some things?)) (( I feel like I was just mugged.  you left me at least enough money to use the pay phone right?))
((Just realized I left stuff over when I copy pasted template lol, will edit to give you some change for a cab plus a pie))
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.15 04:55:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:
((Just realized I left stuff over when I copy pasted template lol, will edit to give you some change for a cab plus a pie))
Edit: Should also note that Artugians are a bit Barbaric in some sense. Such as they don't like using cutlery, can take as many husbands and wives as they want, challenge for leaderships are done in the nude with no weapons, women hold as much sway in politics and war as men, and they will take slaves when raiding))
((None of my people wear clothes.......ever. They'll get on just fine.))
((This calls for an orgy on at the grand hall in Mihal!))
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.15 05:01:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:True Adamance wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:
((Just realized I left stuff over when I copy pasted template lol, will edit to give you some change for a cab plus a pie))
Edit: Should also note that Artugians are a bit Barbaric in some sense. Such as they don't like using cutlery, can take as many husbands and wives as they want, challenge for leaderships are done in the nude with no weapons, women hold as much sway in politics and war as men, and they will take slaves when raiding))
((None of my people wear clothes.......ever. They'll get on just fine.)) ((This calls for an orgy on at the grand hall in Mihal!)) ((Firstly Raven we need an OOC thread up in this place. Secondly Johnny the skin of a Mur is covered in a natural oil.....))
((So we won't need lube then will we))
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Posted - 2015.05.15 06:09:00 -
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Cryptic WarDevil wrote:((some the islands around me are unclaimed I believe, Im the purple, oh and nice to meet ya new-blood Im cryptic, my character how ever is King Za'harr of the Cathay-Raht people))
((Nice to meet you too, I'm Jonny but my character is Bloody Jon, Great leader of Artuga))
((@True, I think it is a good first draft, is it possible to make the green in their eyes stand out more and the skin slightly darker?))
((Edit: Do I send out messagers to start or what?))
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Posted - 2015.05.15 19:17:00 -
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Bloody Jon, an Artugian, emerged from the woods and stepped onto the coast. The island was small, and it had only taken him two hours to cross through the center (going around the volcano at first). On the ground he spotted some driftwood and picked it up. He went back into the woods, staying near the coast.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.05.16 19:01:00 -
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Cryptic WarDevil wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:Bloody Jon, an Artugian, emerged from the woods and stepped onto the coast. The island was small, and it had only taken him two hours to cross through the center (going around the volcano at first). On the ground he spotted some driftwood and picked it up. He went back into the woods, staying near the coast. ((might wanna make it a bit longer, at least 2-3 Paragraphs, give details, a setting, an event, background i.e. sounds or events happening away from your character, ok?))
((I'm confused, I thought I had to start from nothing, all the early post I saw where a couple sentences about gathering wood, their societies learning basic things etc. I thought that's how I had to start))
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Posted - 2015.05.20 04:28:00 -
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...The Grand Hall of Mihal
"May strong winds bring you good fortune, Great Leader," the Artya said, clasping a fist over his chest and bowing.
"And may the bring you home,'' said Bloody Jon, nodding his head towards the Artya. It wasn't common for the great leader to rise from the throne of skulls to great others. "What is your request?"
"Great Leader, I believe you have dishonored the Artugians by creating your 'raft', I have come to challenge you to Durna."
The Artugians in the Great Hall started to shout and argue amongst each other. Most Artugians were proud of the raft and had start trying to improve it. Some believed that the Great Leader made a fool of himself.
"I see," said Bloody Jon, tapping his claw on one of the skulls. "Tradition gives you the right to challenge me on any grounds." He picked up the skull he was tapping on. "Many have challenged me to Durna, and you believe you can beat me and take the Throne of Skulls." It wasn't a question.
Bloody Jon rose from the throne, and said "Mical, son of Lorka, your challenge is accepted. We shall meet at the tidal pools at sunset, and may the Ancestors grant strength to the rightful leader."
Mical clasped a fist over his chest and bowed, "As you wish Great Leader. Strong Winds."
"Good Fortune," he said. Mical turned and left the hall and Bloody Jon sat back down on this throne.
A couple hours later, as the Sun started to set, Bloody Jon walked down towards the Tidal pools. Behind him, a few Artugians and younglings followed, each one carried a Skull that once belonged to former Great Leaders.
From the other direction, more Artugians walked towards the tidal pools with Mical leading them. They carried the skulls of Artugians who lost their lives during Durna.
When the two groups met the pools, the Skull Bearers raised the skulls in the air as Bloody Jon and Mical stripped naked and stepped into the tidal pool. They raised their hands in the air and slit open their hands with their claws. They then approached each other and placed the Blood Mark upon each other. The Skull Bearers then place the skulls around the tidal pool.
Once the skulls were places, Bloody Jon and Local started to circle each other. As they circled, the Artugians start to chant "Durna, Durna." The two stopped and let out a beastial scream, raising their hands on the air once more. Then all was silent.
A moment later, the two rushed at each other. Mical ducked down to try and tackle Bloody Jon, however Jon dodged at the last moment and pushed Mical's head down, forcing him into the water. He then jumped on his back and tried to strangle him.
Mical bit Jon's arm, drawing blood. Jon let go and backed up a bit. Mical stood up and smiled, blood dripping from his lips. He then rushed at Jon, who retaliated by striking Mical in the face with an open palm. The plan connected with Mical's nose, breaking it, and forcing bits of cartilage into his brain, killing him.
Jon then jumped on top of the dead Mical. He then ripped open his chest with his claws and ripped out his heart and ate it. He rose to his feet and shouted "Durna!"
The Artugians placed a fist over their hearts and bowed. "Strong Winds."
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Posted - 2015.05.20 05:41:00 -
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Cryptic WarDevil wrote:((sweet merciful gods I think Im in love with Bloody Jon o_o we must fight to see who wins at a later date, as a simple sparring of strengths))
((Well Artugians have nothing against homosexuality or even bisexuality, so all sexual advances are welcomed!))
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Posted - 2015.05.22 03:26:00 -
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The Artugians were gathered in the Great Hall for a feast. A few of the younglings had recently completed the Blood Rite and were now Artugians in full. The hall was full of laughter, the older Artugians were telling some younglings stories of the Blood Wars and Bloody Jon sat on his Throne of Skulls.
All of a sudden, an Artyee bursted into the hall, she was tired and out if breath. "Great... Leader..." she said trying to catch her breath.
Blood Jon rose from his throne angerly. She had failed to great him properly, "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"Strange creatures... From the sea..."
"She lies Great Leader!" said an old Artya. "There is no such thing as 'sea creatures'. Shall I end her life Great one?"
"No," said Jon. "I believe she speaks the truth. I have always believed that one day we may encounter 'Strangers'." He looked upon the Artugians in the hall. "We must prepare for the worst. Lur, Cora, take the younglings into the forest to the abandoned village of Mar'Thal. You will wait there until we send word."
Lur and Cora rose to their feet. They clasped a fist over their hearts, bowed, then carried out their orders.
"The rest of you," said Blood Jon, picking up his skull belt. "Gather what weapons you have. We will meet these strangers but not as younglings fresh from the womb, naive of the ways of this world, but as Artugians!"
The Artugians rose as one and rushed to their huts to grab their weapons. They said goodbye to their younglings and waited by the edge of the village for their Great Leader. Once he arrived, they followed him and the Artyee down the beach towards where the strangers had made landfall.
Once the strange wooden beasts came into site, the Artugians spread out, trying to make their numbers seem larger than they were. Bloody Jon stood in front of the group, lifted his driftwood club in the air and shouted:
"Strangers who dare to land on Artuga, come and greet us."
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Posted - 2015.05.22 04:13:00 -
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Bloody Jon looked at the Artugians then back at the strangers. They were bigger and had strange weapons. He guessed that these weapons were more powerful than their clubs.
"If I die," he said speaking only loud enough for the Artugians to hear. "The four descendants of Lem, Rak, Mo'ra and Mork shall hold a Durna so we may have a new leader."
The Artugians mumbled amongst themselves worried, but Bloody Jon paid no attention to them. He stepped forward towards the Strangers and dropped his club.
Stopping only 10 meters away from the strangers, clapsed a fist over his heart and spoke slowly, "I am Bloody Jon, Great Leader of Artuga and the Artugians." He gestured towards his people. "You speak in a Strange tongue. Some words, I do not understand." He tapped a claw on one of the skulls on his belt.
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Posted - 2015.05.29 01:32:00 -
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((Hoping for Jon to be at least wounded but still alive))
...The Forest of the Artuga
The trees of the forest thickened as the group traveled deeper into forest. They had been traveling for hours and the younglings were tired. Lur and Cora were doing their best to keep the younglings from crying.
"Lur," said a female young, "where are we going?"
"Mar'Thal."
"Where is that?"
"Deep in the forest where the tall strangers can't find us."
"Why?"
"Because my father commanded me to."
"Wait," said Cora, she had been silent since they left Mihal. "Bloody Jon is your father?"
"Why do you Artyees insist on asking questions. And yes, the Great Leader is my father."
"Then that means your are the descendant of Mork, the rightful leader of Durna!"
"A tribe which no longer matters." He stopped in an empty clearing. He looked up at the canopy and saw an intricate pattern in the vines that looked like a web. "We are here."
Cora looked around. "I don't see the village."
Lur shook his head and went up to a tree. He then sunk his claws into the trunk of the tree then start to climb it with surprising agility. About a quarter of the way up, he looked down at the group and said, "Come on, its not that hard." The younglings followed Lur and started to us their claws to help them climb the trees.
(On a 6 sided dice I rolled a 5 to see how many fall and die, most survive a couple die)
Lur reached the interwoven vines first. He then turned and helped some of the younglings reach the top by cutting some vines and tossing them. A young Artya tried to grab a vine, but his grip slipped and he plummeted 60 meters to the clearing below. His twin sister screamed as if she felt his pain. A cursed young Artyee's claws snapped as he tried to climb higher and she too fell to her death. A few more soon fell to their deaths, leaving most of their siblings screaming and crying in pain.
When the rest of the group made it to the top, Lur did a quick count. Out of the 40 that entered the forest, 8 had fallen to their deaths, only 2 of them were cursed. The 6 younglings that lost their twins looked off into the distance, staring at nothing.
Lur walked on top of the vines, he looked around and saw the old village of Mar'Thal. It was made out of vines and the floor which they stood on resembled a spider web. The huts were presses against the trees and looked like cacoons. In the center of the web, there was a hollow tree with what remained of an old fire pit.
"Welcome, to Mar'Thal," Lur said. "The birth place of our people. Everyone pick a hut and settle in, we will wait here for word from my father."
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Posted - 2015.05.29 05:18:00 -
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...The Forest Village of Mar'Thal
Lur was attempting to light the fire in the hollow tree. Night was fast approaching and the fire would bring some comfort to the younglings. Cora had finished bringing up the dead, they needed to hide their whereabouts, and they needed the meat.
Once the fire was made, Lur joined the younglings in skinning the dead and preparing the meat. They did this by gently milking the venom from the young females and rubbing it into the meat. It gave the meat flavour without being lethal. They then made a make shift spit and placed the meat over the fire too cook.
Lur stood at the edge of the village, were the webbing ended and, if one was careless, an 80m fall to certain death. He noticed an Artugian climbing the tree and tossed down a vine to help him the rest of the way. Lur grunted with effort as he pulled up a young Artya, the cursed mark was carved into his chest and his eyes were wild with fear.
"What news do you bring?" Lur asked. The younglings gathered around and Cora grabbed her wooden club.
"The tall strangers... They... They attacked... All of us are either dead or bound with shining vines."
"All," said Lur getting into the cursed one's face, "except you."
"I... I his when the strangers came... I didn't want to fight..."
"What about our Great Leader?"
"I don't know... I don't know... I'm sorry!" The cursed one started to cry and fell to his knees.
Lur placed a hand on his shoulder. "I forgive you." He then grabbed the cursed one by his neck and lifted him with one hand, as he had seen his father done in the Grand Hall whenever he passed judgement. "However there is no room in this world for cowards!"
Lur then tossed him over the side and watched as he fell to his death. The younglings and Cora looked at Lur, frightened. Lur ignored them and went back to the fire and turned the spit.
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Posted - 2015.05.29 20:51:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
Lur jumped to his feet as large reptiles crawled into the village amongst the trees. His club was too far away for it to be used as a weapon. Behind him the younglings started to cry in fear.
"Cora, take the younglings and hide, quickly!" Cora did not reply, but she followed Lur's command.
Lur approached the reptiles slowly, his claws ready and his eyes searching for any hint of danger amongst the reptiles. "Strangers, who are not tall, who are you and why have you come to this sacred place?"
He chose his words carefully as he spoke. He was not sure of these Reptile's intentions and he did not wish to anger them.
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Posted - 2015.05.29 22:46:00 -
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"I am Lur, son of the Great Leader," Lur said bowing, placing a fist over his heart. He then whistled and Cora and the younglings came put of hiding.
"We appreciate your assistance. However we can not leave Artuga. As you see we are care for the youngest of our people and I would not risk their lives on foreign land, not until we know that there are more of us alive or free."
He then made his way back to the fire and gestured for the Parics to join him. "My father, did you see him amongst those they captured? He would of been wearing a belt made of 6 skulls."
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Posted - 2015.06.01 21:41:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Jonny D Buelle wrote:"I am Lur, son of the Great Leader," Lur said bowing, placing a fist over his heart. He then whistled and Cora and the younglings came put of hiding.
"We appreciate your assistance. However we can not leave Artuga. As you see we are care for the youngest of our people and I would not risk their lives on foreign land, not until we know that there are more of us alive or free."
He then made his way back to the fire and gestured for the Parics to join him. "My father, did you see him amongst those they captured? He would of been wearing a belt made of 6 skulls." Ren and the others stood by the fire, exchanging hisses and clicks when the question had presented itself. "No, we did not. He was either killed, ran, or was stripped of the belt. Our offer still stands if you wish to send a few to... explore the old land, or to take food from our vessel before we leave." Ren thought for a time before Raul arrived. "Have you offered them passage to the old land?" "Yes, I have." "I assume they refused." Raul said in a dissappionted tone. "Yes, sir." "Whoever is the leader here, I would like to let you know that we offer safe passage, and shelter. We can use you help in freeing the others as well."
"One stranger comes and offers us death, and another comes and offers us salvation," said a voice from behind the group.
Lur and Cora turned to see Bloody Jon and two other Artugians, an Artya and an Artyee, supporting him. His lip was bleeding where his teeth has peirced from the punch and his leg was badly injured. The once proud skulls that adorned his belt were broken and covered in blood.
Lur and Cora immediately placed a fist over their hearts, bowed and says "May strong winds bring you good fortune, Great Leader."
Jon smiled, "I believe the time for such greetings has passed." He then turned to the Parics. "My son, though he may be young, is right. We cannot abandon Artuga." He hobbled over to the fire and sat down. "Or rather, I cannot abandon Artuga."
"What are you saying Great Leader?" Cora asked.
"Lur will go with these strangers." He then turnd to Raul and said, "If I could spare more of our people I would, Stranger. However we must rebuild and prepare ourselves should the Tall Ones come back."
At the mention of the Tal-Man ((or is it men?)) the two Artugians spat on the ground and the female said, "May their ancestors be curses!" The male nodded in agreement.
"We have something we can offer, in exchange for your aid," said Jon ignoring the two. "Our women have venom in their claws, which we use to kill, spice our food, and to help the old ones bed their brides. We can give you some if you are willing."
While his father spoke, Lur gathered his things and collected his weapons, which included a club, a stone, and what looked like a crude wooden staff. He then went to what remained of their food and packed it in a leather pouch. When he finished his preparations, he stood by his father.
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Posted - 2015.06.03 00:40:00 -
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...Aboard the Slave Ship
"Mira," said an Artyee, "Mira, wake up."
Mira opened her eyes. Her head was hurting from when one of the Tal-Man had bashed her with a rifle. A couple of her claws were broken. She had blood on her, some hers some not. "Where... Where are we?"
"We are on the sea daughter of Jon," said an old Artya in the corner.
"H-how?"
"The tall strangers took us. They killed our brothers and sisters then they took us."
"My father? Is he here?"
"No, he got away. I made sure of it." The old one started coughing.
"What will happen to us?"
"Do you remember the stories from the Blood Wars, child. The one about those who survived raids."
Mira cringed, she hated those stories and what they did to survivors. "Y-yes I do."
"Then you know what will happen, and you know what we must do child."
Mira and the rest of the captives nodded. They knew what to do. They would serve willing for a time, but only to earn trust. Then, when the time is right, they will fight.
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Posted - 2015.06.03 03:44:00 -
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...The Village of Ju, East of Mihal.
A young Artyee and her younglings were tending to the leathers by the tidal pools. Carefully they extracted the leathers that had been soaking for weeks and laid them on the rocks to dry. She was beautiful by Artugian standards and was known to have many husbands, but has never broken her own claws.
As they pulled the last one out, another Artyee came running from the forest behind the village. She carried a staff similar to Lur's and had intricate markings on her skin made from scar tissue. Her eyes were wild with fear.
The young Artyee looked up from her work, and smiled, "Strong Winds, Ria. What brings the great leader's third wife to Ju?" She said 'third' as an insult.
"Y-you... You're alright... Ju is fine!" She said with relief as she caught her breath.
"Yes," said the Artyee, putting her hands on her hips. "Ju is fine. We have just finished a new batch of leathers for the Great Leader to cover himself with. Honestly that Artya has to much pride in his little d-"
"Mihal has been attacked by Strangers from the sea!" Ria shouted, cutting her off.
The Artyee looked at Ria dumbfounded, then she stagger backward and sat on the rocks. "Younglings... Mother is thirsty, go get her a skin of water from the hut."
"Do all of us have to go?" asked a male youngling.
"Yes, and take your time." The younglings rushed off to the village. Once the younlings were out of earshot, the Artyee said, "What happened?"
Ria leaned on her staff. "Tall strangers came to Mihal aboard giant rafts that. Husband thought to talk to them, he thought they could teach us how to travel the seas so we may find better lands for our people. They... They attacked us. Many died and those that couldn't get away where captured, including husband's other wives. Husband lives now, though he is now in Mar'Thal. He told me to come to Ju and bring whoever is here to the sacred place."
As Ria finished speaking, the younglings returned with a water skin. The Artyee took it from them and gave it to Ria, who gave thanks and then drank deeply from it. The Artyee then said, "The village of Ju hears the call of the Great Leader and we will leave at once. Younglings go to the rest of the Artugians and tell them they must make for Mar'Thal."
All the younglings ran back to the village and started to spread the word. All except one female youngling. She was staring at the water. The Artyee got up and grabbed the youngling, "Did you hear what I said child?!"
"Yes mother, but there is something in the water." The youngling then pointed to the stranger creature that had been watching them.
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Posted - 2015.06.03 04:54:00 -
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The youngling screeched in fear and ran behind her mother. The young Artyee then half crouched and readied her claws. Her beautiful face contorted into a feirce scowl, she would defend her child no matter the cost.
Ria grabbed her staff with her right hand and approached the creature, stopping only a couple meters away. She looked it up and down, studying it, then slowly started to circle it. Her face was calm and showed no emotion.
"You say you come in friendship," Ria said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "You are strange, stranger than the tall ones who took our people." She finished her circle and stood face to face with the creature. "What proof do you have that you are friend to Artuga? Husband thought the Tall ones friendly and now he has but one wife and dead sons and daughters."
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Posted - 2015.06.03 21:35:00 -
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Ria looked at the image the creature had presented. She found it strange that the creature would do such a thing, but also fascinated. This was the first time she ever viewed herself without staring at the water in the tidal pools.
"Come," she said to the frightened youngling and the mother. "Look at what the creature has given."
The youngling looked at her mother then slowly came up to Ria, she never took her eyes off the creature. Ria knealt down and showed the youngling the picture. The youngling giggled and said "Creature made you pretty, Ria!" Ria smiled then passed the image to the young Artyee who smiled.
Ria turned to the creature and said, "Apologies for my rudeness, One of the Sea. Misfortune has followed our people for past two nights. Husband would want to meet you in the sacred village of Mar'Thal where he rests and plans vengeance against the Tall Ones."
The rest of the villagers of Ju had already started into the forest, towards the village of Mar'Thal. They moved quickly and gracefully. They even refused to pick up items they carelessly dropped. The Great Leader ordered and they followed.
"If you wish to come with us, One of the Sea," said Ria, "You will stay close. The forest is thick, and many younglings lose their way."
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Ria smiled at the One from the Sea and said "We go to Mar'Thal. It is a sacred village, were we first came into this world. It is old and we leave it empty unless great need arises.
"This land," she said while gesutring to their surroundings, "is Artuga, and we are Artugians. We are strong as we must be to survive on Artuga. We work together as one to survive and we obey our Great Leader without question. As has been our way since the Blood Wars."
Soon they entered a large clearing. The villagers of Ju placed what belongings they could on their back. The younglings then clung to the older Artugians as they dug their claws into the surrounding trees and began to climb.
"We are here," said Ria, placing her staff on the ground. "Mar'Thal is above us, amongst the webbed vines." She pointed up to the intricate webbing of vines, where the villagers climbed. "Before I permit you to join us amongst the trees, you must learn some of our ways.
"First, you must learn the proper greeting. Great Leader would be most impressed if you present yourself to him properly. What you must do is place fist over heart and bow, like this." She then demonstrated the action to the Ones from the Sea. "Then you must say to him: 'May Strong Winds bring you Good Fortune'. This is the proper greeting. He will then say to you 'And may they bring you home.' If he wishes to show great respect, he will say: 'May your Ancestors be blessed.'
"Now, if you wish to enter Mar'Thal, I could carry you on my back and my friend can carry yours. Or we can call down vines to climb."
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The beautiful young Artyee walked up to Shu'um and said, "I will be honoured to bear you on my back." She winked at Shu'um.
Ria rolled her eyes and whispered to Sia'tri, "Warn your friend that Maral is known to have many children to many fathers yet no husband."
Once the Ones of the Sea were on their backs, Ria and Maral dug their claws into the tree an began to climb. Unlike the other Artugians, who, unburdaned, jumped from tree to tree to quicken their climb, they moved at a slower pace as to be careful not to fall to their deaths.
Once they were close to the village, a couple Artugians tossed down short thick vines. Ria and Maral then jumped off the trees and grabbed the vines. The Artugians pulled them up into the village where they were greeted by what remained of their people as well as a couple Parics.
At the center of the village of Mar'Thal, Bloody Jon sat on a stool made of bark and vines. It was more comfortable than the throne of Skulls but he had missed it as well as his other six wives. His belt of skulls was still tied around his waist and his broken leg was in an splint made of tree bark and vines. A staff leaned against the chair.
When Ria and Maral were in the Village with the ones of the sea, he rose to his feet, assisted by an Artya. He grabbed his staff and used it as walking stick and approached them, stopping a few meters away.
Maral placed a fist on her chest, bowed and said "May Strong Winds bring you Good Fortune, Great Leader."
Jon nodded then gave his reply, Ria gave her greeting next, but instead of ending it with 'Great Leader', she said "...Husband."
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Jon watched as the Ones from the Sea approached. He had not seen such people and was a bit wary. He watched as they bowed and greeted him in the Artugian way.
A moment passed where all was silent, then Jon burst into laughter, confusing the Artugians around him. After a minute of laughing he said, with a smile in his face, "Two nights have passed and we have meet three strangers. Tall Ones who steal out people, Rough skins that wish to aid us and now you. You of the Sea who have been shown our most sacred village. You who have greeted me as if you were Artugian. You, I like!"
He then moved his staff to his left hand, made a fist and placed it over his heart, bowed and said "May your Ancestors be blessed!"
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True Adamance wrote:The pair shared a confused glance. The Male had a thick accent they couldn't quite completely understand however the words he had used, and his attitude seemed rather promising. Though what the chieftain meant about the strangers meant little to the Mur though the reference to the Roughskins suggested to him that he was speaking of the scaled Kami whom he could see scattered throughout the crowd.
"We greet you Great Longclaw and are at your mercy. We would be honoured if you could greet us in the way of our people as we have greeted you. We were mapping the coast from the sea when you kin spotted us and were invited here by your wife. "
Bloody Jon stood there and thought for a moment. Then said "I will honour your with your peoples greeting. However I have little knowledge of such things. If you would care to teach me so I would not be so rude.
"Also Wife Ria tells me you presented her with gift. In our culture gift must be met with gift." He grabbed on of the skulls off his belt, cut his hand open with his claws and smeared his blood over it. The Artugians around the Great Leader stared intently, some whispered amongst themselves while others smiled.
Jon offered the bloody skull to the ones of the sea. "This is the skull of Noj. He was my father who raised me when mother passed. He taught me to fight and to be strong. I offer his skull so he may watch over you and your people."
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Jon was a bit shocked at the way the ones of the sea greet. Shocked, and intrigued. As their nose touched, he felt as if he was breathing in the life and essence of the One if the Sea. If father could see me now, he thought as they completed the greeting.
"I do not understand the words you just spoke," he said. "However, you may call yourself friend of Artuga."
The other Artugians smiled and approached the Ones of the Sea, each one wishing to greet them with both the Artugian greeting and the "Greeting of the Sea" as they called it.
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...The Sacred Village of Mar'Thal
Jon smiled and leaned on his staff, taking the weight off his wounded leg. "Honour to meet you Sia'Tri. I can give see why you would not think people survive her. It is a harsh land were food is scarce. Only the strongest can survive here.
"Come sit with me Ones of the Sea, and I will tell you of our ways," he said while gesturing towards where he was sitting before. Other Artugians brought out chairs for the Ones of the Sea.
As they sat down, Jon leaned his staff against the tree next to him and said, "We do not have Gods. However, the notion is not foreign to us. It is unwise to believe they do not exist." Jon then gesuted to everything around them, "Something does not come from nothing Friend, we do not see the need to worship the creator.
"As for how we live. We work as one, even those we cast aside for being born with no womb mate help to better. As I said before, food is scarce and life is harsh. We have nothing but each other and we must be strong or we perish from this world. We waste not, those who die by fight or old age we eat to sustain ourselves. Their skin covers ours from the cold and their skulls are honoured on the throne of skulls."
The Artugians gathered around as Jon spoke, this was the first they heard their leader speak of such things and they wished to hear his words. They nodded and agreed with what he was saying.
"I do not understand "physiology". If you speak of our claws and skin there is little I can tell. Our skins helps us hide at night while our eyes give us the vision to see others during the dark times. Our claws are tools we never dishonour it with blood unless we have no other way to protect ourselves and our kin. The claws of Artyees, our women, are different than the claws of an Artya, our mean. Their claws burn the blood and kill even the strongest amongst us within moments. Artya do not posses claws like these just the Artyee."
Jon leaned back in his seat and stretched his leg. "Now let me tell you the birth of our land and people, and our history,"
"In ages past when the world was young, the Great Margvor, who is Creator, spewed forth rock of fire from the world below. It formed Artuga and the coast. Great birds from lands far brought seeds so the forest grew tall and strong.
"Our people dwelt in caves for a time until one of us braved out into the land. He saw many that would cause us harm so he climbed the tree and tires the vines. He wrapped the vines to make the huts and carried friend rocks from the mountain of fire to keep us warm. Over time our people grew and we moved out east to the coast. Some moved to the north deeper in the forest and some moves to the base of the mountain of fire.
"We did not share our ways with each other and war began. It last many moons and many died. Until my ancestor united them all at Mihal, the village by the sea. He proclaimed we work as one or die alone. And so it has been."
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Bloody Jon, Great Leader of the Artugiand, sat and listened as Sia'tri spoke about their people, who he learnt were called Mur, and asked many questions. The sea had always been a great interest to Jon and he felt honoured that he could share his culture and learn about theirs.
Then Sia'tri asked to bring more of his people to Mar'Thal and the smile faded from Jon's face. He stroked his chin and looked past the Mur and at his own people. He sighed then said, "Mur are friends to Artugians, this much is true. However Mar'Thal is a sacred village and must be protected. If you wish to bring more Mur to Mar'Thal, only bring those whom you would trust with your heart and soul."
He then waved over a tall Artya and whispered in his ear. The Artya, placed a fist over his heart and bowed and said, "You honour me with this task, Great Leader."
Jon nodded at the Artya, who went by Sia'tri's side. "This is Mul, he will guide you through the forest. There may be those amongst my people that would wish to see your homeland. I myself wish to see it, but my place is here, and here I must stay. I will have wife Ria go about and find those who wish to see your land."
Jon then leaned back in his seat and said to Shu'um, "You may live amongst us if you so wish, however I do ask that you do be careful and try not to anger Artugians. Our laws protect Artugians from claws, but they were written at a time when Outlanders werent considered to be a possibility. I will discuss with the elders to see that new laws are made to protect you, however until that happens you will need to be careful."
A smile slowly crept across his face, "Or I could ask Maral to watch over you, she does seem to enjoy your company."
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Mar'Thal, the Hidden Village
3 Months After the Tal-Man Invasion
It had been three months since the Tall Ones had invaded Artugia and stole her people. Since then, Bloody Jon, the Great Leader of Artuga, had sent his son, Lur, to the rough skins to appeal for their aid. No word has returned to Jon about his son's journey.
The Mur-Folk, known by some Artugians as the Ones from the Sea, had shown them basic ship building techniques which brought great joy to the Artugians as they had longed to travel the seas. The Artugians ships were crude and cruel looking with an Artugian skeleton in place of the figured head, and cured flayed Artugian skins for sails.
After a month of the Tal-Ones arrived and enslavement, they returned to Mihal to retrieve certain treasures, including the Throne of Skulls, and take them back to Mar'Thal. After two months, they lost some of the children to the Blood Rite.
Bloody Jon sat on the Throne of Skulls and tapped a claw on one of the skulls. Before him stood Oran, the leader of the Cursed Ones, a tribe that splintered from the Artugians almost 200 years ago. Oran's people were all marked as cursed, with intricate patterns and designs carved into their flesh. Oran himself was a peculiar looking Artugian. He stood a few inches taller than most, his shoulders were broader and he had more muscles than the rest. Where other Artufuans let their hair flow freely, his was rolled into a neat little bun.
"So, the Great Leader wishes us who are called Cursed to rejoin the tribe of Durna, and become one?" asked Oran.
"Aye, the Tall Ones stole our people, Oran. The Ones of the Sea have shown us the way to cross the seas. We may use this and retrieve our people." Jon spoke softly and carefully. He did not want to anger this Artya. He needed his help, and, more importantly, he needed his people.
"We, are not your people. We were exiled for being cursed by your Ancestor. We have no people in Durna."
Jon rose from the throne and slowly approached Oran. "Do you believe that? Truely do you? Were we not be cousins if your Ancestor was not cursed? Do you hear the call of the ancestors and how they weep or our people as you sleep? I see your soul through your eyes, Oran, and I know your answer."
Oran looked down and smiled. "They said you were wise. Wise yet naive. As if an ancestor were reborn in a youngling. Pitiful." He looked Jon right in the eye and said, "If you wish to lead my people then I challenge you to Durna."
The Artugians that had gathered around them gasped and even the cursed ones mutter amongst themselves.
Jon smiled, "I would accept, however you are Curses and so not have the privileges to chal-"
"But I am not cursed, oh Great Leader. I ate my sisters heart during my Blood Rite. I am Artugian of the Cursed Ones."
Jon looked down. He was hoping to avoid this. He could fight this Artya, but his leg hadn't healed properly and he would be unarmed so his staff would not be by his side. However if he refused the challenge he would be dishonoured and disgraced. He was better off dead.
Jon sighed then cut his palm open with his claws, and held up the bloodied hand to Oran. "I accept your challenge, Oran. May the Ancestors watch over us."
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...Mar'Thal
The skulls were placed on the ends of staffs and carried to the center of the village, half carried by the Artugians of Durna and the rest carried by the Cursed Ones.
Oran lead the Cursed, his hair now flowing freely in the wind. His rough leather vest had been removed as well as his loin cloth, revealing more of the intricate marked that had been carved into his skin.
Across from Oran, Bloody Jon lead the Artugians of Durna. He, like Oran, had removed his leather harness prior to the march as well was his loin cloth. Though he bore no markings, Jon's skin was marked with scars and bite marks, all evidence of how he earned the title "Bloody".
The two groups met in the center and both Oran and Jon raised their hands to the sky and let out a bestial scream. As they screamed, the skull bearers placed the skulls in a circle around the two of them. From one of the houses, an elderly Artyee walked slowly towards the group. She was not cursed, however her skin was marked with the same marks as a Cursed One. She entered the circle and stood at the center. She raised her hands and all the Artugians from both tribes knelt and lowered their heads. She then started to speak in a low harsh voice:
"For centuries, our people lived as one, until K'lo forced the cursed away from us. Thus we are two. Now the tall ones steal from our people and we must unite. However we need only one leader. Oran, son of Glorm. Jon, son of Noj. One of you must die so that we may all live to bring vengeance to those who steal our people."
She then cut open her hands. As the blood flowed from her hands, she placed the left on Oran's head and the right on Jon's head. Then she started to chant in an old forgotten language. The chant started off slow and quiet then began to quicken and grow louder until she was screaming.
As she chanted, her body started to shake and the sky darkened. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and oddly shaped lights started to appear in the darkness. The lights soon came together and formed a silhouette of an Artugian. The apparition pointed at the elderly Artyee and a deep voice sounded throughout the forest, saying "You."
As light returned to the village, the elderly Artyee was nowhere to be seen. In her place stood a beautiful young Artyee with hair that glowed white, glowing blue eyes and markings that glowed white. She was naked and her face bared a resemblance to the elderly Artyee.
She spoke to them, but with what seemed like two voices instead of one: "Rise Jon. Rise Oran. I am K'lo. I have chosen this vessel so I may bare witness. Fix my mistake. Unite our people." K'lo then exited the circle and sat on the Throne of Skulls, then shouted "Begin!"
Oran howled as he rushed towards Jon, who decided to stand his ground. As Oran fell upon him, Jon attempted to side step and knock him to the ground, as he had done to many of his challengers in the past. However, his leg hadn't healed properly and did not move as quick as he hoped, and Oran struck him in the side with his elbow, knocking the wind from him.
Jon doubled over and prepared to strike. He lunged at Oran, but Oran dodged to Jon's weak side and struck him back of his head with an open palm, forcing him face first into the ground.
Oran began to laugh and grabbed Jon. He picked him ip and started to squeeze him with both arms. "And so, you die Bloody Jon," he said. "And I, Oran, shall lead Artugia!"
Jon struggled to free himself but every time he tried, Oran squeezed harder. He could feel his bones breaking and he knew he would die soon. So in a desperate move to survive, Jon head butted Oran twice. The first time he broke Oran's nose, the second time he sunk his teeth into Oran's thick muscular neck. Jon snarled like a beast as he used his teeth to rip flesh and muscle from Oran's neck.
His plan worked. Oran let Jon go and pushed him off of his neck. He then grabbed at the open wound as blood poured from it. Jon stayed where he was, trying to catch his breath.
Moments later, Oran fell down and Jon was upon him. He grabbed Oran's head and twisted until he heard a snap. He then dug his claws into Oran's chest and ripped out his heart and consumed it. K'lo, the ancestor, nodded in approval.
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Mar'Thal
Jon picked up his staff. He had spent the last couple hours with the healers. He had three broken ribs, and a broken arm. His chest was bandaged and his arm was in a sling.
Oran's body was already being disposed of as befits an honored warrior of Artuga. His skin was flayed and left to dry, his meat was stripped from bone and made into food for the people and his oragans were crushed and grinded to make medicine. The Artugians waste nothing.
K'lo, the Ancestor, and Jon walked arm in arm towards the Mur-Folk's housing. She wished to see what the Ones of the Sea looked like and Jon felt he needed to apologize for them being barred from the ceremony. Behind them two guards followed with bladed staffs and plated chest, one was of the Cursed tribe the other of Durna.
As they entered the Mur-Folks place, the guards waited outside and Jon bowed low. "I apologize for the rudeness and for not permitting you to witness Durna. However times are different now and the Ancestors walk amongst us." He gestured to K'lo, who's glowing white hair shined brighter near the Mur-Folk. "This is my ancestor K'lo. She has chosen to walk amongst us once more and wished to meet you."
K'lo looked at the Mur-Folk and studied them. She then approached one and lightly ran her hand across Sia'tri's chest. She giggled and pulled her hand back and spoke with two voices, "Interesting people these Mur-Folk. Full of sea and honor. If only we met during my time as Great Leader, so much we could have accomplished." She cocked her head to the side and said, "You seem worried, Mur-Folk. What troubles you?"
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K'lo giggled as the Mur greeted her in the Artugian fashion and waited for Sia'tri to finish speaking. She then greeted him in the Mur folk way and smiled at him. "I can see why my descendants like you and your people."
Jon sat down on one of the seats, easing himself into it as not to cause himself too much pain. He then laid his staff across his lap then said. "We are grateful for teaching us how to sail the seas, Sia'tri. More than you know."
He then took a sip of his water skin before saying, "We do not prepare for war but rather revenge. It has been three moons since the Tall Ones, whom you call Tal-Man, stole our people. We Artugians, Cursed, Drishna and Durna, do not forgive easily. However we understand full war will only lead to our destruction.
"We prepare a small force to scout out their land in the cover of darkness and learn from them. Once we know enough we strike at their heart and make them bleed until they return our people."
He sighed deeply and his expression saddened. "However, I do not know if I will be around to see it. In two weeks the Leader of Drishna will arrive with her tribe. They are dishonorable and fight their own with claws. However our people need to be united so I must participate in Durna. My wounds won't be healed by then so I might not survive.
"That is why we summoned K'lo. My word as Great Leader is meaningless once I join the Ancestors however her word speaking mine means more than a thousand great leaders. The next Durna, you may witness."
K'lo kept smiling as Jon spoke, she kept looking Sia'Tri up and down studying him.
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Jon nodded as Sia'tri spoke. "I understand Sia'tri. I would not have your people caught up in this terrible endeavor. However my people will still commit to it. We do not wish war, but something must be done to see my people free.
"In saying that, we shall do what we can to preserve this gift you have given us. We Artugians have always wondered and guessed about what may lay beyond the sea. You have given us such a great gift. So it shall become Blood Law to never spill blood on the sea, unless we are to protect ourselves.
"I only have one request, it is small but is important to me. If I die during the Durna, take my skull and carry it with you so I may see the world beyong the seas. I've always wished to see the lands beyond but I fear it is my fate to die and never set foot on these lands. My soul, however, may still have a chance."
K'lo then spoke up and said "If I may have a request, I wish to meet with the Mur-Folk's Great Leader. Your people are very intriguing. In return I can answer any questions you have about our people, or even about the ancestors."
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K'lo giggled when Sia'tri called her 'Nightstalker'. "Of course this pleases me. Seeing your land will bring me great joy," she said smiling.
Jon reached for his water skin again. The medicine the healers had given him left his mouth dry and did little for his pain. As he drank deeply from the skin, one of the guards burst through the door, he bowed and said, "Pardon my intrusion One of the Sea, however our Great Leader is needed at once. Drishna has come earlier than expected."
Jon nodded then rose slowly, using his staff as support. "Apologies, friend Sia'tri, but I must attend to this. Hopefully we may talk again before I meet the ancestors."
As he exited the building, Jon was greeted by a group of Artugians that wore leather hoods to hid their faces. A young Artyee approached Jon and removed her hood. Her eyes were black and her face was covered in scars.
"Morya, it has been to long," said Jon.
Morya looked Jon up and down. She turned her back on him and approached the Throne of Skulls. "You are weak Great Leader," she said as she sat down. The Artugians around her started to shout curses and made rude gestures as she sat down. Jon raised his staff in the air to silence the crowd. "There will be no Durna!" Morya shouted. "Bloody Jon is weak and unfit to lead. He will not survive the Durna. I, Morya, Leader of Drishna, will lead our people against the Tall Ones!"
Jon stamped his staff in the ground and shouted back, "You dare **** on our traditions? Our way of life?! This is how we Artugians have been since the Blood Laws were created. Laws which your kind breaks. Had we not need of your aide you would of never set foot into Mar'Thal!"
Jon then ripped his bandages off and took his sling off. "This is our way! Now meet me in Durna, oh daughter of Drishna! And let's let the ancestors decide who shall lead."
"If you wish to die Jon, then so be it. Prepare yourself, oh Great Leader. You have one hour."
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Mar'Thal
Jon place a hand on Sia'tri's shoulder and smiled. "Thank you for your concern my friend, however this is the only path to ensure my people survive."
Jon then started to walk towards his hut and motioned for Sia'tri to follow. "You see, we believe that we must fight our own battles or else the victory would be hollow and meaningless. If my champion wins the Durna, it will poison the minds of my people and cause distrust, this must not happen.
"If I was to hand over leadership to Morya, those who follow me will not be completely loyal to her. I would also be branded a coward and it would be better for me to throw myself off the edge of the city."
They stopped outside his hut where Ria, his wife waited. "Now if you would excuse me, I would like to lay with my wife one last time. You are a good friend Sia'tri."
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...Mar'Thal
The skulls were placed on poles once again and the skull bearers marched in front of the two groups. One lead the tribe of Drishna, the other the combine tribes of Durna and the Cursed.
Morya was naked, not even wearing her hood. Her body was free of any marks and blemishes. She was amongst her people who had removed their hoods, revealing their faces. Some of them had shaved heads and others had their hair cut into various patterns.
Jon had removed his bandages that wrapped around his chest. He still kept his left arm in a sling, but other than that, he was naked. His wife, Ria, walked beside him. Her face was covered by a veil and she carried a bladed staff.
Once they reached the middle of the city, the skull bearers placed the skulls in a circle around them. Once they were placed, Morya and Jon entered the circle and knelt before each other. They each cut their own palms and went to mark each other with blood.
K'lo walked into the circle and grabbed their wrists before they could mark each other. "This is wrong," she said. "I know your fate, Jon son of Noj, and yours too Morya, daughter of Drishna. And the fate of all of Artuga should I allow this to happen."
Morya retracted her hand and hissed. "How dare you! An ancestor should know better than to interfer during a Durna!" She then spat on K'lo, which caused a massive uproar from all Artugians from all the tribes present, including her own people.
Jon looked at Ria and nodded. Jon then circled to the side of Morya. "Show respect Morya, she is an ancestor that walks among us. Such a thing has not happened in hundreds of years."
"Respect?! This b*tch wishes to stop the Durna to keep you alive and to keep me off the throne! I wi not have it!" She then rushed as K'lo baring her claws.
Ria tossed her bladed spear and Jon caught it in his right hand and in one quick slash, he severed Morya's leg, tripping her. He then walked up to her and drove the blade through her back, pinning her to the ground.
She started to shout and scream all sorts of profanities and curses. Jon just ignored her and walked up to the tribe of Drishna. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear: "Your leader, attempted to harm an Ancestor after dishonouring her so. Your leader now lies bloodied and dying. However her actions are her own, and no harm will come to you, unless you provoke me.
"The Tall Ones are our enemies and we must unite to protect ourselves and free our people. I offer you this one chance. Kill your leader and consider yourself part of Durna."
With that he walked back to the throne of skull, along the way, he pulled the bladed staff from Morya's back. As he sat down, he watched as the tribe of Drishna converged around Morya and watched as she was torn apart by her own people.
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Mar'Thal, the Morning After the Durna
Jon sat on the throne of skulls, before him was Murk, the son of Morya. He was short for an Artugian, but he had an air of command about him and his eyes bespoke a wisdom beyond his years.
"May strong winds bring you good fortune, Great Leader," he said. Like all members of the Drishna tribe, he rolled his 'Rs'.
Jon nodded, "And may your Ancestors be blessed. Allow me to apologize for how events played out during Durna. I do regret breaking law and using a blade to slay your mother, however as we learned from the Legend of Mot, to harm an Ancestor who walks among us is to bring destruction upon us all."
"I understand Great One. I would have done the same."
Jon raised his hand and said, "Nonetheless, it was dishonorable of me to have done so. So I offer you a chance to lead. As you know we have united to rescue our people from the Tall Ones. I wish for you to lead the first of us across the sea."
Murk stared at him wide eyed. This was the greatest honor that the Great Leader can bestow upon someone. Murk bowed low and said, "I accept this great honor. I will bring pride and honor to Artuga, in hopes to redeem the dishonor that has fallen on Drishna!"
Jon nodded and said, "Choose from the strongest warriors from the tribes, they must obey your command as if it was mine."
Murk bowed again, "Strong winds." With that he headed off and began to assemble his crew.
Jon then rose from the throne and went to seek out Sia'tri, he hadn't seem him since the Durna and wished to explain and apologize for his actions. Behind him, K'lo and three guards followed. One guard was from Durna, he wore a plated chest and carried the Artugian Bladed Spear; another was from the Cursed tribe, wearing the same armour as the one from Durna, however his was covered in the traditional markings of his tribe; the last was from Drisha, she wore no armour and carried no weapons, her claws were sharper than the other too and she covered her head with a leather hood.
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...Mar'Thal
Jon bowed lowed and said, "Apologises for that display. It is unusual for a Durna to be ended by an Ancestor and by the blade. However it had to be done that way, as we have planned. Luck, does not smile on Artuga, so we must create our own."
K'lo smiled and said, "Never mind my decedants apologies, he may be dispicable at times however he means well. I am ready to leave when you are ready."
...Dreadwinds
Lur, Cora, and Mical were astonished at the sight of the Rough Skin village. Never in their wildest dreams would they ever thought that a village could ever grow so big or be filled with so many people. Lur felt a little uneasy about it.
After being greeted by their Great Leader, the trio went into their accommodations and prepared themselves. Eventually they all meet in Lur's house.
Lur wore a belt of skulls, similar to what his father, Jon, wore, however there were less skulls and all were marked. A testament to his battle prowess against the Cursed. "So... This is the land beyond the seas," he said to the other two. "Such a strange place, I wish to learn more from these people and how they made a village so big..."
"Lur," said Mical. He was the same age as Lur but stood a couple inches taller and his claws were longer. "Your father gave us an important task, I believe we must see this through before we learn about these people and their strange lands."
"Aye, let us go to their Great Leader's hall."
With that they made their way to the Great Hall were the Leader of the Rough Skins lives. When they arrived, the bowed to the guards and gave their greetings. Then Lur said "We wish to speak with Great Leader Jakyl. It is about our people and our thirst for vengance against the tall ones."
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...Dreadwinds, the Hall of Lord Jakyl
Lur, Cora and Mical gave Lord Jakyl the traditional Artugian greeting, then Lur approached cautiously and placed a black water skin in front of Jakyl before retreating.
"This," he said, "is a gift. It is the venom of our Artyee. If eaten or drunk, it is harmless, however if introduced into the blood, can kill even the strongest amongst you. This is a gift from my father, the Great Leader Bloody Jon. He sends his regards and apologises that he cannot be here, his place is amongst out people during this time.
"My father sent me and my friends here to ask for aide. You see, the Tall Ones stole our people and dragged them across the seas. Those they didn't take were killed or wounded and left for dead. This was the first time our people encountered any others and we were killed, beaten and taken. This crime cannot go unpunished!
"As we speak, my father plans on uniting the three Tribes of our people, cross the seas, and strike at the Tall Ones. We only ask you aide our people in this. In returned more venom will be brought over to spice your food, kill your enemies, and allow your old men to bed their wives."
...Mar'Thal
Jon bowed low to Sia'Tri and said, "Me and my people will be eternally grateful for teaching us how to cross the great sea. As a warning you must make sure K'lo does not come to any harm. The Ancestors are not to be trifled with and should she become wounded or brought to anger, kill her or run. Artugians do not forgive easily, however the Ancestors will destroy everything if provoked. To strike an Ancestor is to tempt death itself."
K'lo laughed. "He worries too much. I look forward to seeing your land Sia'Tri, I need neither food nor water nor any provisions."
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...Artuga, the Hidden Cove, North of Mar'Thal
Murk and his crew were loading the last of the vemon onto The Ancestor, one of the Artugian ships created with the help of the Mur. Jon stood on the docks and watched as his people prepared for their maiden voyage.
As they finished, each of the crew of 30 presented themselves before Jon. They took turns kneeling before him as he marked their for head with his blood and blessed them in the old tongue. The final to receive the blood mark was Murk.
As Murk rose, Jon said, "You must sail north until you find the land of the Rough Skins, the venom of the Artyee is for them, as a gift. Find out what you can about the Tall Ones then set off on foot to their lands. Strike at only what you know you and your people can kill. Do not fight their warriors in open combat, they carry sticks that call the wrath of the Ancestors. And if you see Lur tell him what has happen. And give this to their Great Leader." Jon handed Murk a bladed staff, its shaft was made of blackened wood and was marked with intricate designs. It was a beautiful yet deadly weapon.
Murk took the bladed staff and bowed, "As you command, Great Leaders. May strong winds bring you good fortune."
"And may the Ancestors being you home."
With that, Murk and his crew boarded the ship and Jon watched as the Artugians made navigated out of the cove and into the open sea.
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...The Assail, one Week after Departure
K'lo walked onto the deck and breathed in the fresh open air and smiled. She loved the smell of the sea and it made her white hair glow brighter. She looked older now, as if she had aged 15 years within the last week, small peices of her skin had faded away, leaving spots that glowed as bright as the noon sun.
Despite her rapid aging, she was as happy and moved as gracefully as ever. She was so curious about the Mur and their ships and was caught, on several occasions, trying to bed some of the sailors. She went to the prow of the ship and stared off at the open sea.
...Outskirts of Mar'Thal
Jon slashed his left claw at the branch in front of him, severing it from the tree. Another Artugian ran up and grabbed the branch and carried it back to the city. Jon went to the next branch and repeated. Around him other Artugians were clearing branches. Others were weaving the thickest vines. Even the younglings were busy helping with the project.
As the sun began to set, Jon and the Artugians returned to the city, which was being expanded to accommodate the increased number of Artugians. They even went as far as beginning to weave a second vine layer above the main part of the city. There were even plans to construct a new Grand Hall, in which they could place the Throne of Skulls.
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...Skadia, Aboard the Assail
K'lo smiled and looked at Sia'tri. "Paradise. This land is paradist," she said, her hair and the light that shown through her missing skin glowed brighter. "Never before had I dared dream of seeing such a beautiful place."
She looked at all the Mur who were there and her light started to dim. "So many of your people. I never seen so many. Not even among the living Artugians."
Her eyes then rolled into the back of her head and she spoke in the old tongue. Her body shook and began to shine brighter. Then she was still, her lips still moved but no sounds could be heard. After a minute, her light dulled. She smiled and said, "Sorry if I startled you, my dear Sia'tri. The Others are just as excited as I am about this place." She then place a hand on Sia'tri's shoulder and smiled.
...Mar'Thal
Jon sat on a seat made of branches. It was sunset and he was eating an evening meal with some members of the Drishna tribe. He felt it was his duty to eat with every Artugian at least once, including those from the Cursed and Drishna tribes.
As he finished his meal, he rose to his feet and thanked them for sharing their meal and walked back to his hut. It was a small hut woven out of the vines, as all huts in Mar'Thal were. It was temporary as the Artugians were busy weaving a second layer to Mar'Thal, where the new Grand Hall would be built, in which would be his new home.
As he entered his hut, he was greeted by his third wife, Ria, the only wife he had left since the Tal-Man invasion. "Strong Winds, Husband," she said bowing with a fist over her heart.
Jon smiled, "Good Fortune, Wife. Why are you being so formal?"
Ria looked down at her feet. "Husband, as is our way we have always been able to have many husbands and wives as we please, yet I only have one. Which is you."
Jon sat down. "This is true, I have many wives. Well 'had' many wives. Before those Ancestorless Tall Ones stole them. If you wish to take another you know that it is allowed."
Ria nodded, "I wish to take another husband, but the one I want is not Artugian. He is of the Mur-Folk."
Jon stared at Ria wide-eyed. "This... has never been done before... Which one is it?"
"Sia'tri."
Jon nodded, "Sia'tri... I would not mind having him as a Clan Brother."
"So you give me your blessing?" Ria asked.
Jon nodded, "If he returns to Artuga, you may marry him. That is if he accepts it of course."
Ria smiled, "Of course husband."
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...Skadia, the Coral Tower
K'lo was glowing with excitement. Though she was techniquely deceased, she felt more alive then ever. She was going to be the first Artugian (and Ancestor) to stand before Shuri'den'shalvys, the Mur-Folk's Great Leader. By her side was Sia'tri, one whom her direct descendant, Jon, called friend.
As they entered the hall, K'lo looked around and marveled at it's beauty which made her glow even more bright. Her eyes soon fell upon Shuri'den'shalvys, and she let out a little giggled and skipped up to her like a youngling would to her mother. She bowed low and said with her two voices, "May strong winds bring you good fortune, oh Great One of the Sea. I am K'lo, a revered ancestor of Artugia. My descendant, the Great Leader Bloody Jon, wishes to sends his regards and his apologies that he cannot be here. He is a bit headstrong and can be quiet rude, bit he means well."
She smiled and tilted her head to the side, giving Shuri'den'shalvys a curious look, as if she was staring into her soul. "You are most beautiful and wise Great One. Your Ancestors are most proud of you."
...Mar'Thal
Jon sat on the Throne of Skulls in the unfinished Grand Hall of Mar'Thal. The Artugians had worked tirelessly throughout the night and had finished the upper vine layer of the city and some of the hall, however most of the upper city had been left unfinished.
He looked at the Cursed one that stood before him and sized him up. He was as big as his father, Oran, in height but not as well built. His name was Wa'thur, and he was chosen amongst his people, by right of combat, to speak to Jon on their behalf.
"We must return to Margha. It is where our best metal has been forged for many generations Greatclaw," said Wa'thur.
Jon half smiled as Wa'thur used the term 'Greatclaw'. The Artugians never used that word when referring to the Great Leader, but since the Mur-Folk started to use it, the Artugians started to use it as well. "I agree, Wa'Thur, son of Oran, however we cannot transport the metal quickly on the ground from Margha to Mar'Thal. The forest is too thick and too dangerous, only days have passes since we lost some of our finest ship makers to Artuga."
"A solution then Greatclaw. The Ones of the Sea constructed a means to enter Mar'Thal, if we make another one of the same by the forest's end at Margha, we can transport the metal to Mar'Thal through the canopy."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Jon asked intrigued.
"We construct a bridge of vines that leads from Mar'Thal to Margha. This way travel between the two is safer, faster and easier."
"It would mean Mar'Thal would be made more vulnerable to attack."
"Not if we patrol it, Grearclaw. Between the Durma tribe, the Drishna tribe and my people, the Cursed Tribe, we have enough warriors to protect the sky bridge."
Jon stroked his chin. After a minute of think he stood up and said, "Wa'thur, son of Oran, you shall have your 'Sky Bridge' and the men to protect it. May the Ancestors bless you in your work."
Wa'thur bowed low, said the traditional greeting, then left the unfinished Grand Hall. A couple hours later, a few Artufians not working on the city began to weave vines for the sky bridge.
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...Skadia, the Coral Tower
K'lo giggled as the Great One of the Sea, known as Shuri'den'shalvys, asked "Are you woman or spirit?"
She smiled, cleared who throat and spoke, however her second voice spoke in the old tongue of Artuga, and as she spoke, the light beneath her skin glowed brighter: "I am both. I chose this vessel so I may walk amongst my people and guide them in their most desperate hour. I have not seen the land of the living through mortal eyes in centuries though I watch. And though this vessel is mortal, I do not require rest, nor food, nor water to remain here.
"I come before you now, oh Great One of the Sea, not to beg for aid, but out of curiousity. For centuries my people have lived on Artuga, unharassed, for many generations. We have not even heard rumours of those beyond the sea, though some of us suspected.
"That was until the Tall Ones came. They attacked, murdered, and stole our people. It was a crime which will not go unpunished. However, we do not ask for you to involve yourself in this conflict. We Artugians do not wish to bring harm to the Ones of the Sea, for you have given us a gift which, even the Ancestors older than I, always wanted. The gift to travel the Sea.
"My only desire is that the Mur and Artugians become friends. Sia'tri has born witness to some of our rituals, and in our culture he now has the right to become an Artugian, in name if not by blood, if he so chooses. I believe he will be a great bridge between our people."
As she finished talking, her glow started to dim and her body started to shake. She knelt down placing a hand on the ground in front of her to stabalize herself. "Forgive me, but this vessel can not contain me any longer. I must return to the other side."
She then looked Sia'tri in the eyes and said, "You bring honor to your people, Sia'tri, friend of Artuga and the Ancestors."
Her skin started to fall away from her body, piece by piece, revealing K'lo's true form. She stood up and as the last piece fell, there stood a golden Artyee bathed in light. She stood at 5' 10" and her hair flowed down to the small of her back. Her face was soft but her eyes spoke of danger. She smiled one last time and a bright light burst forth from her, temporarily blinding those around her. Then she was gone, without a trace.
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...Mar'Thal, the Grand Hall
Jon rose to his feet as soon as he saw Sia'Tri, and a big smiled spread across his face. When Sia'tri spoke his smile faded and he looked confused. Jon bowed, with a hand over his heart, and then said, "Good fortune, friend Sia'tri. How have you failed me?"
He sat down and began tapping one if the skulls with his claws. As he did, an Atrya from the Drishna tribe walked inside the hall and right up to the throne. He bent over, removed his hood, and whispered something into Jon's ear then walked out of the hall, flicking his hood back over his head as he did.
Jon looked at Sia'tri. "K'lo did not return with you. Tell me what happened. Now."
Even though Jon spoke calmly, the Artugians started to whisper amongst themselves.
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...Mar'Thal
Jon let out a sigh of relief and the Artugians in the hall relaxed. A smile spread across his face and he said "You have not failed me, my friend. The Ancestors cannot survive in our world for long, as no mortal vessel can contain them. You surely must of notice her body fading and cracking on your journey, no?
"The warning I gave was about the nature of the Ancestors. Would we Artugians have risen up and attack those who harm an Ancestor? Aye, we would, however that is if there was something to attack."
Jon leaned forward on his throne and half spoke, half whispered: "There are three Ancestors, the light, the dark and the twisted. The light choose to walk amongst us when we call, K'lo was an Ancestor of Light. They vanish after a set time, we ourselves do not know when. The Dark Ancestors force their way into our world and destroy everything in their way, they usually vanish if there is nothing to kill nearby.
"Then there is the Twisted, an Ancestor of Light that has been harmed or has allowed anger and hatred to take over their soul. These Twisted never leave until everyone and everything is dead. They do not care if you are friend or foe. Nor do they care if you are an Artugian or a stranger from across the sea. They show no mercy and no fear. The only way to stop them, according to legend, is to throw them into Margha, the mountain of fire.
"The twisted and the dark ones are why we rarely call out to our Ancestors and summon them to our world."
Jon then rose to his feet and said loudly so that the others could hear, "Now enough of this dark talk! Our friend has returned to us!" He then approached Sia'tri and greeted him as the Mur-Folk greet one another.
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...Mar'Thal
The hall erupted in angry shouts and curses at the mention of the Tall Ones. Some even spat on the ground and ran their claws through their hair as if to ward off bad luck.
Jon raised his hands to calm the Artugians. He spoke loud enough for all to hear, "Calm yourselves, Artuga! We must not allow our hatred of the Tall Ones corrupt our friendship with the Mur-folk!"
Jon then walked past Sia'tri and motioned him to follow. Once they were outside the hall he spoke quietly, "Things have changed within the last week, but the Tall Ones are the most hated creation amongst my people. My blood boils too when I think of those vile, ancestorless-" Jon spat on the ground. "You must not mention them unless we are speaking privately. If you do mention them openly, it is only to curse them. This is for your own protection friend."
Jon then cleared his throat and his smile returned to him. "Now, let me show you what you have missed out on! As you can see, my friend, we have been working tirelessly since you, K'lo and Murk's warband set sail. The second layer of Mar'Thal is nearing completion. This is the layer of honor, in which you and your kind shall stay when it is complete.
"Over there," he said pointing to the vine floor that lead into the forest. "Is the Sky Bridge. We have begun making it only three nights past and it is already a great distance. It allows my people to travel between the villages with ease. The only way up is to climb the trees or use the machine you and your people use to climb into Mar'Thal.
"As for Shu'um. I am sure she was born as a Mur by mistake! Had she been born with claws and hair of fire, she would of made an excellent Artyee!"
As he finished talking and showing Sia'tri around Mar'Thal, Ria approached the two and smiled. She bowed low, gave both the Mur and the Artugian greeting, then said "My heart is grateful that you have returned Sia'tri."
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...Mar'Thal
Jon laughed a bit as he notice Sia'tri fumble over his words. "Well I'm sorry, my friend, but I must go and help the people, we are hoping to finish the second layer by the next moon. Wife Ria will escort you wherever you wish. Oh and Ria, be gentle with him." He laughed some more and went off to help with the construction.
...Near Dreadwinds, Aboard the Ancestor
"Land ho!" shouted an Atryee from the crows nest. Murk and his crew had been sailing for what seemed pike forever and this was the first time they had laid eyes on foreign land.
It was not what he expected, he was hoping for trees and villages made of trees and wood, not mortar and stone. He also saw the strange creatures the Greatclaw called "Rough Skins."
The atmostspher on the ship was filled with excitement as they neared the docks. This was the first time that any of them had seen a land like this.
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((Recalibrating))
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...Mar'Thal
Ria smiled and admired the ring Sia'tri had crafted from the blooming vines of Mar'Thal. She started walking towards the lift the Mur had constructed during their first weeks on Artuga.
As they walked, she said, "As you have seen for yourself, we Artugians make the most of what we have, however our lives are short. Certain things we can not permit, other wise life would be harder for all of us. Marriage is sacred amongst us, we believe it is two souls becoming one. However we do not believe that there is only one soul mate for each person, therefore Jealous when it comes to love and marriage is frowned upon, and Artugians can take as many wives and husbands as they please."
When they reached the lift, she stopped and gently placed a hand on Sia'tri's cheek. "Husband knows my intentions, he blesses it. Should you wish, I would break claws and make you mine."
...Grand Hall of Mar'Thal
Jon was smiling wide and giggling as if he was privy to an inside joke. As the elders of the tribes entered the hall, Jon rose our of the throne of skulls and greeted each elder personally and with respect.
Once all were greeted he returned to the throne and sat down. He then spoke loudly for those in the hall to hear: "The legends are true! Mar'Thal blooms once more! Such a thing has nor been witnessed since the city was abandoned near 500 years ago!"
An elder Artyee from the Drishna tribe rose to her feet and removed her hood, and said, "We are well aware of the legend, oh Greatclaw, but why have you halted the workers from building the skybridge? Or finishing the Grand Hall or the second layer of Mar'Thal?"
"According to legend, the blooming only happens once a year, and the flowers last only a week. There is so much beauty in it. So as Great Leader, I declare that no work, other than to prepare food for the feast, is to be done for the week. Let the Festival of Bloom begin!"
A cheer rose up from the grand hall, and Jon smiled. He knew that after what they had endured with the Tall Ones and the tension that still remained after the unification, they needed this.
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...Mar'Thal
After working out the finer points of the festival, Jon left the hall and sought out Ria. He found her standing there with Sia'tri. One look at his wife told him all he needed to know. The way she stared at Sia'tri, her hand on his cheek. The sight made him smile.
As he approached the two, he heard Ria say, "Yes, my dear Sia'tri, I would have you be mine."
He cleared his throat, "Apologies for the intrusion, however I have come to spread the word of the Festival of Bloom which begins tonight. It will be a celebration of life and love and will require Artyee venom for the drink. However, that is only if you wish to give it, Ria."
"I am sorry Husband, but I only wish for Sia'tri to drink of it once we are as one."
Jon looked shocked, then a smile spread across his face. He then cut open his hand with his claws and smeared blood across Sia'tri's and Ria's forehead. "Take my blessing and go forth and become one. Oh and Sia'tri, I will discuss with the elders of the tribes to see you become Artugian by name, if not by birth." He then bowed and left the two to go collect Artyee venom.
Ria then lean in and kissed Sia'tri on the cheek and said. "I will wait by the pools, Husband-to-be."
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...Dreadwinds
Murk looked the Great Leader of the Rough Skins up and down. He then made a fist and place it over his heart, he bowed then said "Strong winds, Great Leader. We have traveled far across the seas to seek information on how to best strike at the Tall Ones. I hear rumour of your own war against these 'Cauti'. Aboard our ship you will find leather skins filled with venom from Artyee, our women. These should prove a useful tool against your enemies."
Murk then signaled to his mean and four of them ran off to the ship to retrieve the goods. "We do not wish to stay for long, and we wish to be one our way. Our claws thirst for blood of the Tall Ones and our ancestors cry for vengeance."
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...Dreadwinds
Murk stroked his chin and considered the Rough Skin's idea. The Tall Ones were evil, horrible creatures that deserve the be wiped out. However the Rough Skins and these 'Pale-Skins' are fighting with the Tall Ones, this could mean the threat would be more serious than revenge. That and there are always accidents in the heat of battle.
Murk smiled devilishly and said "We will help fight these Cauti, butif the Tall Ones try to take our people, they will meet their Ancestors sooner than intended. We will wait on our ship til morning and set sail."
...Mar'Thal, the Blooming City
Jon put a hand on Sia'tri's shoulder, being careful not to cut him with his claws. "It is because I love Ria that I bless your union. I know you will do right by her and by my- our people."
Jon then waved over one of his gaurds, an Artya from the Drishna tribe. "This is Ohk from Drishna, the wandering tribe. He knows this land better than myself. He will guide you wherever you need to go and see you are protected."
Ohk bowed and gave the Artugian greeting, followed by: "I obey, Greatclaw, and will protect friend Sia'tri."
"He will show you the quickest way to Margha or the sea, where ever you wish to retrieve the stone. I would go with you, however there are things to prepare and I must speak to the elders. May strong winds bring you good fortune, my friend."
With that, Jon turned and went about preparing for the festival.
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...Tidal Pools of Artuga
Ria waited by the pools silently, wearing nothing but a sash of ancestral skulls across her chest. Her red hair had been braided and laid on her shoulder. Her gaze was focused on the edge of the forest, her back was to the water.
Jon soon emerged from the forest wearing a loin cloth, an ancestral sash and an odd crown, made of skulls and flowers picked from the vines, on his head. He carried a wooden staff that was marked with intricate patterns that seemed to speak of the history of Artuga. Behind him came the younglings, all carrying water skins and were filled to near bursting with Artyee venom. Behind them came the adults, the Artya were dressed as Jon and the Artyee were dressed as Ria, even the Drishna tribe had their hoods off and hair braided.
The last to leave the forest were three elders, one from Durna, one from Drishna and one from the Cursed. Each one carried a different item. The elder from Durna carried a sash of skulls; the elder from the Cursed carried a freshly forged bladed staff, the shaft was made of a dark wood and had the same intricate patterns as Jon's staff except it depicted the sea more than the forest; the elder from the Drishna tribe carried a pouch.
As the group approached the pools, Ria stood her ground and spoke loud enough for Jon to hear, "What is the meaning of this, husband?"
Jon smiled and said, "The festival is about to begin, and what better way to begin it than here! Our world is changing wife-Ria, you and soon-to-be-Artugian Sia'tri are at the center of it all. Once you two are bonded, Sia'tri will be allowed to become an Artugian by name. The elders have decided such, and he is to be adopted into Durna."
A smile spread across Ria's face, she then placed a hand on her chest and bowed low. "Thank you for this gift, husband."
Jon nodded his head, "For your happiness."
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...Tidal Pools of Artuga
Jon looked Sia'tri up and down and noticed the burning on his skin. He smiled slightly to himself, chuckled, and said "Ohk returned to us moments before we departed Mar'Thal. Told us how you retrieved that stone, Firewalker. He figured that in your excitement to be married to Ria, you would forget!"
Ria ignored her first husband and looked at the rock. It was small compared to the others she has seen and the colour seemed different. Usually the stones would be the size of new born and blackened from the ash and smoke of Margha.
This one, however, fit easily into her hand and at first glance didn't seem impressive, but once she split the two halves apart, she saw how beautiful the geode really was. She then grabbed Sia'tri and kissed him, before leading him out of the pools and onto the beach.
Moments later the Elders and Jon stepped forward and the Artugians gathered around "Sia'tri Firewalker, few Artugians have been known to go into Margha herself and retrieve a Firestone. Some will call you foolish, but the heart makes us do foolish things.
"The elders and I have discussed at length about you. We all agree because of your actions you deserve to be an Artugian, the first Stranger to become one. You are to be adopted into Durna, my tribe." He then cut his hand and marked Sia'tri's forehead with blood, embraced him and said, "Welcome home, brother of the sea."
As he stood back, the elder of Durna walked up to Sia'tri, cut opened her hand with her teeth, as not to poison herself, and marked Sia'tri's chest with blood. She then draped the sash of skulls over him. "These are the skulls of Ancestors past. K'lo, is among them," she said pointing to a rather small skull on the sash. She then bowed and walked always.
Then the elder of the Cursed stepped forward. He slammed a heavy fist against his chest, cut his hand open and marked Sia'tri's arms with blood. He then handed the bladed staff to Sia'tri and said "This weapon was forged the day we Cursed rejoined Durna and saw Mur-Folk for the first time. The wood is from a branch of the old trees deep in Artuga and the steel was forged during Moonlight. May it bring you many victories, Sia'tri Firewalker." He then gave Sia'tri a playful punch on his shoulder before walking away.
Finally, the elder from Drishna stepped forward. He opened the small pouch, which was made of Artugian Leather, revealing crushed flowers and herbs. He then said, "This is the flowers of Mar'thal. Consume them in hot water and it will calm even the angriest beast. Consume them in cold water and it will give you the energy of a youngling. They only bloom once every 10 years, so use it wisely, Firewalker." He then handed the pouch to Sia'tri, bowed low and walked away.
Jon then turned to the crows and shouted. "Let us return to Mar'Thal and begin the Festival of Bloom!" A great cheer rose from the crows and they raced back into the forest.
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((F.ck waiting, time for filler sh.t!))
Artuga - The City of Mar'Thal
The eve of the festival of the Bloom was upon them and the city was full of life. Younglings skipped gracefully across the woven vines that made up the ground of the city in the trees, Artyee and Artya hurried about their tasks as too complete them before the Bloom, as no work can be done after. Laughter and merriment can be heard from all around the forest. This mood Mar'Thal was a far cry from when they resettled there after the Tall Ones came.
From all around the Forest, Artugians, who would rather live in solitude than with their own kind, flocked to the great city. Some were marked like the Cursed tribe, and some hid their faces behind veils made of shredded flesh, and even some were fully clothed as opposed to the loin cloth and harness that Artugians Traditionally wore.
Jon, the Great Leader of Artuga, the one known as Greatclaw, was among the workers trying to help with the preperations. Though he could rightfully sit back and not help, Jon was of the mindset that if one gives orders, one must be prepared to carry them out himself. His job, was to help the elderly climb the trees into the city. There was a pully system set up by the Mur-Folk, their allies from the Great Sea, however, the Artugians believed that they should risk death to enter the great city.
When the last of the elderly were safe within the city, Jon adorned his traditional ceremonial garments: A blackened leather sash which bore the skulls of his ancestors, a crown made of vines with a skull dipped in blood resting in the center, and flowers picked from the blooming vines placed through out the crown and sash. After dressing, he grabbed his staff, which was marked with the traditional Artugian markings, showing their ancestory and their past, and walked onto the newly constructed second terrace of the city.
As the sun started to set, the Artugians gathered in the city center, all dressed in their sashes and crowns. Amongst them was Ria, third wife to Jon and first wife to Sia'tri, Sia'tri, now known as the Artugian of the Sea, and the Mur-Folk who lived among the Artugians. They talked among themselves and greeted each other in the traditional way of the Artugians, with those who greeted the Mur, greeting them in their own way (pressing their noses together and breathing deep).
As Jon stepped into veiw, on the edge of the second, the crowd went silent. Jon's three ever present, ever watchful, guards stood behind him, dressed in their ceremonial attire, but also wielding their weapons should anyone try to harm the Great Leader. Then, night was upon themm
Jon raised his staff in the air, pointed it towards the coast and cried out in an old forgotten language, the word that was understood was: Durma. He then stomped his staff once on the vine, the flowers started to glow softly. He then raised his staff and pointed it towards Margha, the volcano. Again he cried out in the old language and the only word that could be understood, was: Cursed. He stomped his staff again, the flowers glowed even brighter. He raised his staff a third time, this time pointing it to the forest beyond the city. For a third time he cried out in the old language, the only understable word was: Drishna. This time when he stomped his staff, the flowers glowed so bright that it appeared to be day light within the city and pure darkness outside. From the vines that grew above the city, petals began to fall upon the city. He then raised his staff one more time and proclaimed one line in the old language.
As Jon was preforming the ritual, Ria was translanting his words to her husband and the rest of the Mur: "Greatclaw says: To those that walk the coast and those whom our people have been stolen, we mourn and welcome you. Welcome Durna, rest and be at peace. To those who walk the fire mountain, and know the secrets of - how you say? Metal? - we weclome you. Welcome Cursed, rest and be at peace. To those who wander the forest, who know all the paths and our mother well, we welcome you. Welcome Drishan, rest and be at peace. To our ancestors, bless us, and join us as we celebrate our rebirth!"
After the speech, the crowd roared in excitment. The festival had begun, music played on drums made of skin, Artugians broke out in dance, and even the elderly celebrated with the enthusiasm of youth. In her own excitement, Ria then grabbed Sia'tri and kissed him deeply, she then grabbed him and dragged him off to their hut.
Jon walked among the people, laughing and partking in Artugian wine, which was distilled from venom, water and petals from the vines, but he kept an even mind as he sensed that some of his people who called him friend, were in truth his enemy.
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Aboard the Ancestor
It had been a couple weeks since Murk and the Artugian warband set sail from Dreadwinds, heading towards the war torn area of the continent where the Rough Skins and the "Cauti", as well as the much hate Tall Ones were doing battle. Aboard his ship, his warriors were preparing to shed the blood of their enemies and bring glory to their ancestors. Members of the Durna were sharpening their twin blade staffs and sparring wuth the Cursed, using non bladed staffs. Some of the Cursed were reciting old tales and proverbs in the Old Tongue, a language filled with a mixture of clicks and guttural growls, making them sound like a mixture of beast and insect. The Drishna were busy sharpening their claws and (in the case of the males) coating their claws with venom.
Murk walked out onto the deck of the ship and shouted "Lend ears, brave Artugians!" Immediately, the warband stopped what they were doing and paid attention to their leader. "We were sent by the Greatclaw to strike out against the Tall Ones. To help our cause, we have asked the Rough Skins for aide. They wish to help, but we must help them slay these 'Cauti' first. This means we must fight, along side, the Tall Ones."
Curses and screams of anger came from his warband. Murk answered by cursing loudly and angerly in the Old Tongue, silencing them. "I hate this as much as you, my friends. However, think of this. In the heat of battle, one may 'over swing' his staff, or one might accidentally prick another with their claws. Accidents happen in battle, we of Drishna know this. So we will fight with these Ancestorless dirt f.ckers, but we might be, how they say, over zealous and overcome with blood lust."
The crew smiled and laughed.
Mar'Thal, Artuga
It was the third night of the festival, and the city was vibrant and living. All around the city, Artugians danced and celebrated the festival the way it was meant to be. The Artugian wine, a potent mixture of venom, water and crushed bloom herbs, flowed like water. There was no talk of the war, nor the Tall Ones, it was as if it was all a distant nightmare.
Jon stood on the second terrace of the city, overlooking the festival. As the tradition goes, he as Greatclaw could not participate in the festival. Should a blood law be broken, he needed to remain sound of mind and quick of body to deliver justice.
However it was not his duty as the watcher that kept him awake, no, it was something else. His mind kept thinking of the Council of Three, a group made of three elders, one from each tribe, meant to help keep the peace. He noticed the three throughout the festival, not partaking in any drink or orgy that was going on. This made him uneasy.
And it wasn't the abstinence that worried him, it was the whispers and the looks that went on between them. He felt as if the three were conspiring against him, though he could not figure out the reason.
Jon had been one of the greatest Greatclaws in recent memory. He had united the three main tribes and brought peace. Under his rule, he made friends with the Mur-Folk, one of which is now his Clan Brother. He fought bravely, and was wounded greatly, trying to protect his tribe from the Tall Ones. And at the age of 25, he had accomplished more than those who sat on the Throne of Skulls before him. Why would it that the Council of Three wish to depose him?
"If only wife-Ria and brother-Sia'tri were here," he said to himself, "they might know." The newly wed couple hadnt been seen since the start of the festival, yet sounds of pleasure kept coming from their hut, almost nonstop.
Ohk approached the Greatclaw and bowed low and gave the traditional greeting. "Greatclaw, something has happened," he said. Like the Greatclaw, Jon's gaurds were bound by blood to abstain from the joys of the festival, though they choose to, in order to protect him.
"What is it friend-Ohk," said Jon, still watching the festival.
"Its the council, they are trying to summon an Ancestor."
Jon swore in the old tongue and rose to his feet. "Show me," he said. Ohk turned and they ran towards the edge of the city, the other two guards were waiting for them there.
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Aboard the Ancestor, Sailing Towards the Cauti Battlefront
They all felt it, the darkness, as if all the happiness in your soul was being drained away. Murk shoke with fear, something he has never done, not since the Blood Rite when he slayed his twin sister with his own claws.
Looking to the south, towards his homeland of Artuga, Murk witnessed a shadow rising from the horizon. A shadow of pure darkness that could be felt as well as seen. He knew what this meant, the legends were very clear on what this was.
"G-Ground the ship," he said, trying to find his voice. His crew looked at him with fear filled eyes, and the two Rough Skin navigators looked confused. Murk shouted so loud his voice cracked: "I said ground the f.cking ship! We need to get off the sea!"
Immediately, his crew sprung into action, some manned the long oars to quicken the pace, the sails were trimmed and caught the wind just right. Within minutes, the ship was beached and the crew began to disembarked. They did not know where they had beached, nor did they care to know.
"What now, Murk?" asked Tor, the first mate of the Ancestor.
"We build a shelter and we hide inside like younglings. The Ancestors are here, and they are not too happy by the looks of it."
As Murk spoke, the Darkness from the south slowly enveloped the crew and the lands beyond, leaving them in Darkness.
Outskirts of Mar'Thal
Jon and his three guards left the city armed to the teeth with their traditional twin blade weapons, even Ohk of Drishna, who's people were notorious for not using weapons, wielded one. The guards moved in front of Jon, in a protective V formation, they were willing to risk their lives for him.
As the left the Blooming City, using the partially constructed Sky Bridge, they noticed the Darkness of the forest beyond. However, this was not like the Darkness they were used to. It was more like a swirling vortex that seemed alive and filled with anger and hate. It was a Darkness, they could feel. Jon sniffed the air, and he knew what it was that caused it.
"Ohk, you, Po and Mila go back and evacuate Mar'Thal," he said coldly, trying his best to mask his fear.
"But, Great one," protested Ohk, "we are sworn by blood to defend you! We must remain!"
"You were sworn by blood to serve me, in all things," Jon replied. "The city, must be evacuated, our people must be saved, or do you wish to break Blood Law and defy my orders?"
Ohk was about to protest again, but instead he and the other two clasped a fist across their chests, bowed and as one said: "As you command, Greatclaw, Strong Winds!" And with that, they headed back to Mar'Thal to evacuate the city, telling all who would hear what their Greatclaw was about to do.
After the three left, Jon carried on into the darkness. As he carried on, he started to hear deranged laughter. At first it wss quiet, like a little giggle, but as he moved deeper into the darkness, the laughter grew until it sounded like a hundred maniacs laughing in unison. And then, silence, leaving Jon alone in the darkness.
Jon took in one deep breathe and knelt. He spoke silently in the old tongue, speaking to his ancestors, asking for their protection and to accept him should he die. As he rose to his feet, he was greeted by a smiling Artyee youngling.
"Hello," it said with three voices, "would you like to play with me?" It started to laugh again.
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Outskirts of Mar'Thal, on the Skybridge
Jon stared at the young Artyee. His face showed no emtion, but his eyes gave away his fear. He gripped his twinblade staff and spoke slowly: "Who possesses this youngling?"
The possessed young artyee tilted her head on her side, a smile creeped across her face and she spoke with her three voices, "I am the first one, and I am the last one. Some call me the destroyer, some call me the creator. I am your end, oh Greatclaw."
Jon took in a deep breathe. The legends were true, once again, and now he stands in front of a Twistes one. Squinting in the darkness, he made out three mangled corpses, the corpses of the Council. Jon gripping his twinblade staff tight and took a more agressive stance. "I can not allow you to survive, Ancestor of mine."
The Twisted one laughed darkly. "So naive." In one quick movement, the Twisted one moved right into Jon's face and ripped the twinblade staff from his hand, with such force that Jon was thrown across the bridge.
Jon scrambked quickly, digging his claws into the vine. He growled and bared his teeth like a vicious animal. If he was to die, he would die honoring his ancestors.
He rushed at the Twisted one, slashing at it's face with his claws. The Twisted easily sidestepped and knocked Jon down in one quick motion, laughing as he did. "Yes, struggle, fight! Try and hold on to your pathetic life!"
Jon slowly rose to his feet, his body ached and he knew a few ribs were broken. He spat out blood and rushed at the Twisted one again, this time coming from the flank. The Twisted one hit Jon square in the chest with an open palm, sending him flying backwards, smashing his back against the trunk.
Jon's breathing grew shallow, his back was definitely broken and he could barely move. He started calling out to his Ancestors in the old language. The Twisted one approached, it's eyes glowing red.
"Cry out all you want, Jon, son of Noj, no one will come to your aid." The twisted one started laughing again.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jon saw Brother-Sia'tri, and with his last breathe, he shouted "Run," as his eyes started to glow white.
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True Adamance wrote:............... In Mar'thal, Night of Darkness (Present Day)
A sharp intake of breath was the only sound audible as Jon's words faded into the night leaving the stunned Mur without words to express their boundless horror at the aberrant manifestation of an ancient Artugian spirit. The pathfinder's eyes widened involuntarily and for a moment the youth lost control of senses allowing them to extend across the suspended bridges and through the boughs such as they could perceive a very tangible wrongness in the air.
Sia'tri couldn't move, let alone run as the fallen Great Leader had commanded and instead a great pity well up within him, for the man who had become his friend and benefactor as he had strove to integrate into Artugian life, followed by guilt for his splitting the love of his former wife Ria between them.
Beside him Shu'um began to tremble, though perhaps more with rage than fear. Despite the revulsion that pervaded her features she placed a reassuring hand of Sia'tri's shoulder dispelling the sense of hopelessness that had fallen over him. Mustering what courage he had before it fled him entirely he bowed, help up the Twimblade in a gesture of supplication, and spoke to the spirit.
"May strong winds bring you good fortune revered Ancestor..... I am Sia'tri one of the People who crossed the Seas and met with your people as a friend sharing our Whorl with them. Whom do I speak to.... and what do you mean to do by harming the rightful Great Leader of Artugia?"
Mirroring his actions with her short spear Shu'um added.
"Aye Lady Nightstalker I beg you not harm Jon..... please. I would do anything to placate your wroth against him."
The twisted one cocked it's head to the side. It smiled, a twisted smile, showing rows of sharp teeth. It licked its lips and spoke, "My name is old and long forgotten, all know it, few dare to whisper it. And what do I mean to do? I mean to destroy and raze and burn. Maybe, I will visit your precious isle Mur!"
It started to laugh darkly and walk slowly towards Sia'tri and Shu'um, venom dripping from it's claws. As it drew closer, Ohk, Mila and Po, Jon's three gaurds burst into the, each of them carried twinblades, each of them snarling like wild animals. Ohk stood forward amongst them and shouted, "We have failed to protect our leader, but we will not fail to avenfe him, oh twisted one!"
The twisted one stopped in its tracks and laughed. "The lambs come to the wolf!" Then in a blink of an eye, the twisted one was upon them and quickly eviscerated Po, killing him instantly. It then turned it's attention to Ohk, who had dropped his twin blade in favour of his own claws. Ohk wasn't as strong or as fast as the twisted one, but he held his ground against it, weaving in and out of it's reach, not really striking, rather distracting it.
Mila grabbed Sia'tri and Shu'um while the twisted one was distracted. "This way Mur-folk," she said, trying to pull them away, "we must flee, Ohk can handle the twisted one. Greatclaw would want you two to live!"
But before they could move, Ohk screamed in pain and fell to his knee. The twisted one finally scratch him, filling his blood with venom. The twisted on turned away from Ohk as he lay dying, and began to laugh again. Mila jumped in front of the two Mur, bringing her twinblade to the high guard posistion, ready to defend them with her life.
"Oh Mila, you can not hope to defeat me," it said getting closer. "You are pathetic, you and the rest of the mortals." It starting laughing again, and then it raised it's claw to strike.
Then Jon rose to his feet, his red hair glowed a magnificent white, illuminating the darkness, his eyes glowed a feirce white and his wounds healed near miraculously, he opened his mouth to speak, but it was not his voice, but that of an ancestor, "You, shall not, harm my descendants!"
The twisted one turned to the illuminated one who possessed Jon and screamed a beastial scream. Within a blink of an eye, the two Ancestor were locked in combat.
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Mar'Thal, the Day of Darkness
The two ancestors wrestled in the canopies of the forest of Artuga, both striking with such speed and ferocity that each blow that one landed against the other sounded like thunder in the distance. Neither was backing down, as there was too much at stake. Should the Twisted one win, unspeakable evil and darkness would descend on Artuga, and possibly the world. Should the Illuminated one win, light would return and the world would remain as it is. Both Ancestors were matched in both strength and speed, neither getting the upper hand.
Their war waged on and eventually spilt into the city of Mar'Thal, whos blooming flowers began to wilt and decay in the prescense of the Twisted one. Those who were still fleeing the city, found themselves rooted in place, watching the battle unfold, yet keeping their distance. Amongst the people present, was Mila, the only gaurd left of the Greatclaws Three. She was young and knew little of the world, but she was a warrior of renown from Durna, having slain three brothers (her mother was known to be an extremly fertile Artyee) at once during her blood rite.
"Is it still Jon?" Sia'tri asked.
"No," Mila said softly as the Illuminated struck a hard blow to the Twisted one. "Greatclaw has died, his soul now lost in the void, never to rest with the Ancestors. Though this was his choosing. To summon him," she pointed towards the Illuminated one, "an Artugian must sacrifice his soul and everything that makes him Artugian. Jon, the Bloody, is no longer amongst us, nor will he ever return. " She choked up on these last words.
She wiped away a tear and continued as the two Ancestors continued their deadly duel: "We have no name for him, nor do we wish to know. We know he was amongst the first who became an Ancestor, we know him to be Ancient, and that is enough."
Just then, the Twisted one gained the advantage over the Illuminated on and had grabbed him by his neck. He then lifted up the Illuminated one with a single hand, his claws digging into his neck. It started to laughed it's twisted laugh, while all the Artugians started to cry out in fear.
As the twisted one readied it's claw to strike a fatal blow to the illuminated one, Mila ran forward, twinblade at the ready, shouting a curse in the old tongue. As she lashed out with her twinblade, the Twisted one grabbed it with his free hand and turned his attention on her. He ripped the blade from her hand and, with a loud crack, hit her with the back of her hand, sending her flying backwards towards the crowd.
However minor the distraction was, it was enough for the illuminated one to break free from the Twisted one's grasp and dig his claws into it's chest. The twisted one screamed out in anguish as it's black heart was ripped from it's chest. Then, in a brilliant flash of light, it was gone, as well as it's black heart.
As light began to flowly return to Artuga, the Illuminated one approached the unconscious Mila. He knelt beside her and stroked her long red hair. He spoke, in only a whisper, but it was a whisper heard throughout the forest: "The Greatclaw, lives, though she is wounded, when she awakes, sit her on the throne of skulls..." And with that, the Illuminated one faded from the world.
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True Adamance wrote:...................In Mar'thal, Night of Darkness
Jon was dead.
The words hurt in a way Sia'tri had simply not expected them to. The Chieftain of the Durna Tribe and the Great Leader of the Artugian people whom had been welcoming to him was gone, and the knowledge that his soul would never find it's way to the place where those of his ancestor's dwelt troubled him to no end. Moreover in the ensuing chaos three of his closest friends had been thrown from the narrow walk ways to plunge through the canopy of the forest to the ground below. Shu'um, Dy'shad, and Mor'mel, now Jon. Each name left a ragged hole in his heart which only a numbness seemed to fill.
As the Ancestor retreated Sia'tri ordered the remaining Mur survivor, a boy by the name of Par'thel, to seek out Ria and hopefully help her gather the other tribal cheiftain's moreover he was to as soon as that was done swim south to warn the southern settlements of these grave events.
As the Ancestor faded from existence Sia'tri offered it a single respectful nod which he felt conveyed everything that needed to be said. His thanks, his sorrow, what anger he felt for the spirit at having consumed his friend, a relief that he had survived to return to Ria, and a resoluteness that his support would go to the Ancestor's chosen.
He would hold that to be Jon's last wish.
He rushed to Mila's side with an awkward gait and offered her what support he could while questioning her about any injuries she might have sustained. All around him the flowers and vines had withered into dark reflections of their former selves and an ominous silence pervaded the tree top clearing.
As he looked upon it he felt something break inside him. It was a visceral reaction, equally painful as it was surreal, unlike any he had previously experienced. It was as if a cold wave had washed over him like the violent stormsent autumn tides in the Isles.
"Mila!....... that....I-I don't." The words simply wouldn't form. In the end all he could manage was. "Are you well?" and a half whispered. "I am so sorry."
...Mar'Thal
Mila heard voices all around her. Some where cheering and celebrating as the Twisted one has been vanquised, many more were mourning the loss of Jon and those who had fallen to their deaths. One voice stood out to her more than the rest, it was a deep, benevolent voice that she had heard once, in a dream long forgotten, the voice named her Greatclaw.
As she opened her eyes, she noticed Sia'tri stand over her, as well as her friends and family, and some members of Drisha and the Cursed. "I-I'm fine," she said, trying to find her voice. Her left cheek burned from where the Twisted one had struck her.
She tried to stand, and hands shot out to help her to her feet. As she looked around at the many Artugians and the Mur that remained, she noticed they were all clasping a fist over their hearts and giving her the formal greeting. An elderly Artya, who leaned heavily on his staff, approached her. He spoke to her, but said loud enough for those to hear, "Greatclaw Mila, the Throne of Skulls awaits."
...Grand Hall of Mar'Thal, a few hours later
Greatclaw Mila, known by some as Mila the Blessed, sat upon the bery uncomfortable throne of skulls. For the last few hours, she has had prominent members of the tribes come and go, all pledging their undying loyalty to her, lectures of customs and trade amongst the tribes from the elders, and now she was being lectured about the history of Artuga, as all Greatclaws must know the past if they wish to move forward.
No wonder Jon preferred to work rather than sit, she thought as she fought back a tear. Jon was someone she had loved from a distance for the longest time, but was to afraid to tell him. You see Jon was the son of one of the greatest warriors to have fought during the early days of the Artugian Blood Wars, and Jon himself was considered to be greater than his father. Mila was the daughter of an Artyee who was born with no twin and a father who turned craven during the war. To have been chosen to serve as one of the Three, was as close as she had ever come to him.
Once the Elder had finished his lecture on the past of Artuga, it came time for her to appoint her Three. She was to choose one member of each tribe to serve as her personal guard. From Drishna, she chose Mo, Ohk's younger brother, and, now since Ohk has passed, the best Artugian Pathfinder. From Durna, she chose Loi, a small Artyee, who was devilishly clever but who's loyalty went without question. From the Cursed, she chose Bo, a big brute of an Artya who had been rumored to have survived Artugian venom.
After the appointment of the three, Mila stood up from the throne and proclaimed loudly to all who were present:
"Strong winds, Artugians, today is not a day for celebration, nor should we forget this day. For on this day, our Greatclaw sacrificed his soul so the Twisted should die. We will never forget this.
"However, as time passes, we become legends, myths, stories told by elders to scare younglings. For this reason, we shall work on a way to preserve our history. The Mur-Folk have a way and I wish for us to learn from them. However, we must give them time to mourn their loss, as their friends and family have also passed away.
"For the time being, carry on with the making of the skybridge and the expansion of Mar'Thal."
With that, she and her guards exited the hall and went to seek out Sia'tri and Ria.
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....Artuga
"And may the Ancestors bring you home," Mila said, placing a fist over her heart and bowing low. "I am not offended Sia'tri, I believe I have not earned the title of Greatclaw nor Great Leader. Nor do I believe I can be as great as Jon..."
She blinked away the tears that formed in her eye. Then she approached Mo and took the shattered twinblade he carried, her body shaking as she did. She then slowly approached Ria and got on her knees.
Looking at the ground, she offered the Twinblade up to Ria, saying "Lady Ria, this was the blade of your husband, the Greatclaw. The tribes wish for it to be displayed in the grand hall for all to see, however rightfully it is yours. Please accept it, and my I beg your forgiveness, for failing my blood sworn duty to protect him."
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...Artuga
Mila wiped a tear from her eyes and rose to her feet slowly. She then offered the shattered blade to Bo, and said, "Take this to the great hall and place it above the Throne of Skulls, were we would have displayed Jon's skull for all to see." She then leaned in and whispered something into his ear.
Bo slammed a heavy fist against his chest and bowed low. He then carefully took the shattered blade and cradled it as if it were a new born child and carried it carefully back into the forest, heading towards Mar'Thal.
Turning back to Ria, she bowed low and said, "I thank you for youe kind words, Lady Ria. Though truth be told, I would have made a lousy wife." She forced a smile at her own joke.
"There is something else," she began slowly, trying to find the right words. "I know we are greiving for the loss of our beloved Jon, however it not only concerns us Artugians." She turned to look at Sia'tri, and said, "it also concerns the Mur."
Before she continued, she gestured for her gaurds to search the surrounding area, including the edge of the forest and the nearby tidal pools. When they found nothing, they returned to her side once more, keeping watch for anyone who dared to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"The incident and the summoning was no accident, but a plot. When the Greatclaw told me, Ohk, and Po to begin the evacuation, I came across a group who were preparing for war. Their claws were sharpened and their blades were coated in venom. Me and Po despatched them and hid the bodies before anyone found out, we didn't want to cause mass panic. We did however leave one alive. Bo is retrieving this traitor now, after he returns the twinblade to the great hall. The only ones who know are myself, my guards, and Mo'q, Ohk's father and now, you.
"Mo'q has loosened this ancestorless traitor's tongue, and has told us about a plot to break the truce between the tribes, and to banish the Mur, going as far as sneaking someone aboard Murk's Warband. It gets worse, they wish to destroy the Mur and the Rough Skins completely, claiming the Ancestors have cursed Artuga by allowing us to become friends with outlanders. I fear, however, we do not know how many people have been corrupted by these Ancestorless bastards."
As she finished speaking, Bo and an Artya who resembled an older Ohk exited the forest. Behind them was beaten, bruised and broken clawed Artyee, being pulled along by a short rope woven out of vines from the forest. Bo brought the Artyee before Sia'tri, Ria and Mila and forced her onto her knees, he then placed the edge of his twinblade by her neck.
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True Adamance wrote:............. In Artuga
Sia'tri stirred as the Artyee was brought before them clenching his fists and glowering at her though the translucent pitch dark eyelids.
"Who is she and why did you bring her here?" He made to reach for the Drowning Knife attached to his leather harness but stopped himself gripping his wrist with the other hand. ".....forgive me Great Leader.... but I'm having trouble controlling myself."
He kneels and stares directly into her eyes from no more than a few centimetres away his voice filled with a cold anger than accentuates his measured tone. Looking directly at him is like looking
"She'd better talk.... I want the names of those who betrayed Jon and those who threaten the Mur. If it involves us it is as I said to Jon once..... and now to you. Our enemies will never be able to salt the skins of their ancestors by the seas or rivers so long as we oppose them."
...Artuga
The Artyee spat at Sia'tri's feet and said, "I have no words for you, you ancestorless outlander!"
Mo'q smacked the traitor with the back of his hand with enough force that it knocked her on the flat of her back. He then dug his claws into her shoulder, taking extra care to not sever any tendons or dig too deeply as to sever main arteries, and lifted her back onto her knees and pulled his claws out. "Show respect for the Firewalker, you ancestorless filth!" He barked.
The traitor started laughing. Then she spoke in a low voice, "The Scattered are the ones you seek, oh Firewalker, and not even I know their number nor all their names ans faces. The Scattered will destroy those who dare to take over our land. The Scattered will restore Artuga to it's former glory. The Scattered will destroy all outlanders, and the Ancestors bless us in this. The Scatter have already removed the false leader, and we will remove more until our people are restored!" Mo'q slapped her hard again, this time knocking her unconscious.
"Apologies, Firewalker," he said to Sia'tri. "That is all she will say, I fear I may have loosened her tongue, but her spirit remains strong."
"You asked why we have brought this filth before you," said Mila. "She is to be the prisoner of the Mur, seeing as these 'Scattered' will be targrting Mur. Mo'q will be leading a new task force to find these traitors and will answer only to me." Turning to Mo'q she asked, "I believe you have a name for your task force?"
"Aye, Great One," he said, "We are the Shattered Blade, named in honor of Jon."
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...Arutga
Mila half smiled and said, "I understand your posistion. To be honest I am relieve that you won't join the Shattered Blade, for Ria's sake. Though, I will advise you that once you enter the forest, and any Mur or Rough Skin that enters the forest, will be watched closely by Shattered Blade agents, for your own protection.
"You may notice them from time to time, however they will not speak nor approach you unless you are in danger. Tell your people that should an Artugian approach them and give them this," she produced a small rounded peice of burnt tree bark, "and should they then whisper, 'Shatter the Darkness,' it means your life is in danger. I would suggest coming to the grand hall as most the Shattered Blade agents would be hiding there.
"I do agree some customs must be fufilled. Swearing oaths in front of the tribes is a good start, however I must suggest you preform the blood rite first. We allow those born cursed, not from the tribe but those who were born without a womb mate, to fight others born cursed. Though be warned, should you choose to commit to the blood rite, Ria nor I nor any of the Shattered Blade agents can step in to help and no weapons may be used. I will allow a small dagger to be used by you seeing as you have no claws of your own. As for the Durna," she smiled widely, "I did not think one would challenge me so soon for the throne of skulls!" She laughed, the first time since Jon's passing.
At the mention of the Stormdaughters, Mila frowned. She, then spoke cautiously, "I have heard rumours of Mur powers, some say you have the ability to summon the strength of the Ancestors at will and change nature itself. Though their aid would be much appreciated, I must warn against using their powers openly. I would also like to ask that a member of the Shattered Blade to be present during the interrogation of this filth, though I understand if it is not at all possible."
She then motioned to Mo'q, who then picked up the traitor and carried her into the forest. When they were out of sight, Mila said, "She will be taken to the ruins of Mihal, where the Tall Ones invaded, the village is abandoned, but well protected by the Shattered Blade. As for myself, I must return to Mar'Thal, there are matters to discuss with the tribes and I must see to the new recruits who have been selected for the Shattered Blade."
With that, she bowed deeply, with a fist over her heart, and made her way back into the forest towards Mar'Thal.
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...The Ruins of Mihal
Mo'q felt uncomfortable around the Stormdaughters, especially their leader, whom Firewalker called Csh'te. They were Mur, that much was certain, however they had an air about them and a scent that bespoke of powers beyond that no mortal should wield. Ancestors were said to wield such powers, but such were legends.Yet it seems our legends sem to manifest themselves whenever they please, Mo'q thought.
Then it happened, he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he and the members of the Shattered Blade felt it. Most of them did not know what to do, most dropped to their knees and prayed in the old tongue to their Ancestors, others gripped their twinblades tightlt expecting an attack. Then the whispers of promises of things that were to be given if they ventured with these Stormdaughters. Promises of peace, promises of power and promises of love. All tempting, all pulling them away, however they held their tongue. They could not give in, lest they abandon their duty to the Great Leader.
When they finally left with the traitor, Mo'q summoned a young Artya to the ruins of the grand hall of Mihal. This Artya gave up his name after the twisted attack, as well as his family and all else required to be sacrificed to be part of the Shattered Blade.
"Return to Mar'thal,' Mo'q said, "tell the Great One what has happened here today and of Csh'te. She would wish to know. Also take four members of the Shattered with you to remain at Mar'thal to protect the Mur-folk their from these Ancestorless bastards known as the scattered."
The Artya clasped a fist over his heart, bowed then headed off towards Mar'Thal. Mo'q then sought out Csh'te, his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
...Mar'Thal
Mila was amongst her people, mourning with those who lost family duribg the Twisted One's attack, assisting with finishing the skybridge, but also keeping an eye out for attack. Her people were hurt from the recent attack, yet their resolve remained strong. Artugians were strong in spirit and not easily broken.
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...Mihal
Mo'q pulled his hand out of her grasp. "You need not to ask for my forgiveness, a traitor deserves no mercy," he said. "However do not speak to me and mine of the desires of my heart. I, like my brothers and sisters of the Shattered Blade, have surrendered all our desires to protect Artuga and her allies, the Mur and the Rough Skins. As for my name, I am known as Mo'q amongst my people."
Mo'q then bowed and gave the Artugian greeting before sitting down on a nearby log, resting his twinblade across his lap. He then took out a small whetstone from his pouch and began to run it across the edge of the blade.
"Please understand I do not mean to be rude, Daughter of Storms. These past couple nights have been harrowing for me and mine. We lost our Greatclaw to a Twisted Ancestor and we lost many Artugians and Mur in the fight. Our people are a bit wary and concerns when it comes to changing nature through 'unnatural' means."
He continued to sharpen his twinblade.
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True Adamance wrote:........ In Mihal
Csh'te smiled sweetly back at Mo'q as he expressed his discomfort at having witnessed her abilities. She took a seat next to him and watched as he began to sharpen the twinblade, she amused herself during that time by considering the Artugan condition and surprised herself by coming to the conclusion that the Artya and Artyee of this country were indeed as interesting as Sia'tri has described.
"Come now Mo'q... such 'abilities' are hardly unnatural. In fact not one of the Authorities commands and force outside of the natural world and if applied correctly could serve to make life so much more pleasant. For example..."
In an extravagant gesture she reached over and ran the tip of one finger across the nearest of the twin blades sharpened ends drawing a line of blood across the weapons edge. A thin layer of powdered metal fell away on the breeze leaving only a sharpened edge.
"Abrasion.... a natural force you yourself were creating just now. One that pertains to 'warmth and friction' Mo'q." She explained placing emphasis on the last three words. From a pouch at her waist she drew forth several new bone like studs and began threading them into the same position where her other facial studs had previously been, sealing the wounds.
"Until Sia'tri returns from the South we are yours Mo'q..... to command as you hunt your prey. If you so ask I can see your enemies burned away, broken from within, or in the bed of their closest allies. You will see, the Shattered Blade will find us to be appealing allies. Now how should we begin this hunt for I am eager to see this done."
...Mihal
Mo'q cursed slightly under his breath as Csh'te used her powers to sharpen his own blade. Though it was sharper than he could of ever made it himself, it was still unsettling to see such things. He ran the whetstone over the newly sharpened edge.
"I do not doubt your usefullness, I only speak as such to warn you. The Shattered Blade may tolerate your powers, however I cannot speak for the rest of Artuga."
When he was satisfied with the edge, he returned his whetstone to his pouch and looked up at the sun as it started to dip low over the horizon. He then turned to Csh'te and said, "Our work can only be done at night, during the darkest hour, while Artuga sleeps. When we take a traitor, we take them quietly as to not wake the others. Secrecy is our strongest weapons. One of the reasons why we chose the ruins of Mihal as our base, nobody dares to return here for fear of the Tall Ones."
With that he stood up and said, "Come now, Daughrer of Storms, we must prepare. For tonight the Scattered shall know the fear they themselves have unleashed upon Artuga."
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...Outside Mar'Thal, the Hour of the Wolf...
Mo'q and the Shattered blade hid their red hair under dark leather hoods, making them appear as dark shadows in the night. Across their backs they had their twin blades slung, even those that came from Drisha. The only visible feather in the dark were their pail green eyes, which gave an eerie glow in the dark.
Mo'q spoke sliently, using the clicks and guttural growls of the old tongue to command the Shattered. These commands were basic and easy to understand, for amongst them was Csh'te, a Mur Stormdaughter, a shaper of unkown power. Her precense made some of the Artugians uncomfortable, for the shaper ways were akin to Ancesteral Magic, a force that no mortal, as the Artugians believe, should wield. Before the hunt, Mo'q had taught her the basic commands in the old tongue, in time he would finish teaching her the rest of the language, however tonight's hunt had to be done as quickly as possible. All he said, was "Climb."
Tonight, they entered the city from above, a new experience for Mo'q. They had climbed to the top of the trees, past the canopy which the city was built on and past the treeline, where the moonlight shined. It was a breathtaking experience for him and the others, from their vantage they could see the vast expanse of the forest and the volcanic mountain, Margha, off in the distance.
After taking in the veiw for a brief moment, they began jumped from tree top to tree top, Mo'q doing so with Csh'te on her back. He did not know much about Mur, but knew enough from observing these the past few months that heights did not bode well with them. A few minutes later, and they were directly above Mar'thal and their descent into the city began.
Slowly, claw over claw, they crawled down the massive trees, their body oriented so their head was facing the ground. The guards of Mar'Thal that patrolled took no notice to the dark shadows on the trees, nor the silent feet padding ontop of the huts. Nor the clicks as Mo'q gave his orders.
The first order he gave was "Here," when they stopped ontop of a tall hut. The second was to Csh'te as he said, "Hole." He and the others mouthed their prayers as Csh'te used what she called "Abrasion" to make a man sized hole in the roof. Once the hole was made, Mo'q, Csh'te and two more slowly entered the hole, while others silented pulled vines from the trees of the forest, ready to seal the hole.
Moments later, the breach team existed the hole silently with an Artya and an Artyee, both knocked unconscious, bound and tied. They strapped the two captives to the backs of two others and Mo'q commanded: "Cover". Moments later, they were jumping from tree top to tree top, the hole in the hut, covered completely and without any fault.
As the sun started to rise in the distance, the group arrived in Mihal. They dragged the two traitors into the ruins of the great hall and threw them down where the throne of skulls used to rest. Mo'q then said in the common tongue, "Do as you wish with them, Daughter of Storms. Make their tongues dance and tell their tales."
Turning to the rest of the group he said, "Go and rest my brothers and sisters, the hunt has provided for us. I shall stay and observe." At that command, the rest of the Shattered bowed low with a fist over their hearts and headed off.
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:The Warband
One of the Parians aboard the ship helped navigate the ship to landfall, and lead the Artugians to an encampment of Parian forces. The forces around the site numbered roughly 1,250 men, headed by Xeros, a Parian who seemed not to carry any weapons, and wore Creed armour despite not being affiliated with them. He approached the Warband's leader with a calm demeanour and spoke a few words to the Parians with them in Parish before greeting the Artugians.
"According to these men, you were sent by Lord Jakyl to assist us, and I have not the reason or the authority to reject it. You may be pleased that we are about to assault a Cauti held fort soon. Shall your men be assisting us in this battle?" Xeros seemed overly calm.
Kilerth
Krion walked about the streets of Kilerth, looking upon the impoverished with pity, often offering them some cuts. He was disgusted to see how some citizens treated those who had almost nothing. He had even witnessed a group of young men attack a older Parian, and stepped in along with an Osmar which had been passing by.
The two scared the three men away rather easily, and helped the man, who had been knocked to the ground, up. The man was older than Krion by a good few decades. Krion handed the man a small bag of cuts, and after a few words, departed. He had noticed that there were no real enforcement of the law around the area before he returned to his rented room in a local inn.
A twisted smile crept across Murk's face. He and his brethren had been at sea for far too long and had wished to eat the hearts of their enemies. He gave the traditional Artugian greeting, and while rising from his low bow, spoke slowly: "Use us as you see fit, Warleader-Xeros, me and mine are trained to slaughter any foe who we come across, and we are eager to show Outlanders the deadly nature of Artuga.
"If I may suggest, use us at the dead of night, where the Ancestors reign, where out dark skin masks us from sight and our claws can slit their throats while they rest safely in their beds."
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True Adamance wrote:............... In Mihal
Hours after the raid in the small hours of the following morning when the Artya and Artyee of the Shattered Blade took their rest the interrogation of the two captives began.
The settlement of Mihal had been for the longest time a barren reminder of night the Tall Ones had laid waste to one of Durna's largest and most thriving of settlements however since the Shattered Blade had taken up residence in the ruins several of the leafy huts had been rebuilt. One such hut had been constructed further from the main settlement for the express purpose of housing the Scattered prisoners whom Mo'q's operatives captured until they either confessed their crimes or were sentenced to execution.
In one such hut Csh'te's interrogations began. Initially they were a noiseless affair that Mo'q likely would have found tiresome and quite draining of his patience as the Mur woman simply asked question after question of the tight-lipped natives. They refused to speak for hours, and with each refusal Csh'te seemed to grow more enraptured clearly manifesting in her body language and shape.
Csh'te stalked around the captives with little regard for modesty, her bearing contained a predatory grace that matched the look in her eyes which were of the deepest and most inscrutable of blues like the ocean depths. She could taste the air, scent her captives fear, feel the myriad changes in her body and the cocktails of ritualised drugs brought her to highs of perception that she'd long since become addicted to.
With the barest hint of a smile, a simple gesture that belayed how much she would enjoy this, she went to work.
What followed Mo'q would barely be able to describe to others, if he even wished to, though at times he had to admit that there was a certain artistry to it. If ever there was an artisan so naturally suited to the unravelling of the body and spirit as Csh'te as she determined exactly what it was that their ancestors and gods had constructed them from.
The screams she was able to exhort from her victims ranges in timbre, intensity, and tone rising and falling in some twisted rhythm that reminded him of Mar'Thal's recent festival. At times it seemed he couldn't even tell if it were the Artya, Artyee, or Csh'te herself who was the source of the wailing.
There were tenebrous bursts of activity that he could not remember clearly in his minds eye and to his horror he would recall moments of the night where the stormdaughter had asked him to join her in the revelry.
By the time the sun rose the following morning the Artya and Artyee had given up their secrets to Mo'q though how they did in their condition he barely knew how. Beside him Csh'te seemed to slump inwardly the lustre of her skin gone and deep rings around her eyes.
"Did you hear them Mo'q? Did you hear how earnest their voices were, did you hear their secrets?" She crowed victoriously looked very self-satisfied as she surveyed her handiwork. Not a single piece of the bone like facial studding was present on her face and trails of blood ran from the penetrations that made it seem as if she were weeping with joy. She knelt before Mo'q and took his hand again as she had before the raid.
"Thank you Mo'q....thank you... w-we need to thank you f-for this.... yes thank you Mo'q. Sia'tri Firewalker is right and there is something about your people that I find fascinating... perhaps it was the breaking or music they made.... I don't know yet only that we have much work to do and I will have plenty of opportunities to find out."
...Mihal
Mo'q stared off towards the waves, not staring at anything. The horror he had witnessed had left him shaken, the taste of bile in his mouth. He was no stranger to torture, but what the Mur-Folk had done... what he had ordered to be done... the guilt was almost too much to bare...
He felt the gentle, oily, touch of the Mur's hand touching his, forcing his mind to return from the present. He looked at her, seeing the blood tears flow from her face. He frowned, wondering why someone would hurt themselves as such if not to invoke the Ancestors.
When he spoke, he spoke slowly, his usual warm, sly voice tainted with coldness. "Aye," he said, pulling his hand away gently. "There is much to be done. Tell no Artugian of what has occured, other than the information we have gleaned from those poor souls. Now go rest, sweet Csh'te, I will see to it those traitors feel mercy for the final time."
With that, he reentered the hut, and slit the throats of the two, apologizing in the old tongue and pleading for the ancestoes to welcome them.
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...Tent of Warchief-Xeros
Murk placed a fist over his heart and bowed. "As the Warchief commands, so shall it be."
Murk then turned to two of his men and gave a command in the old tongue. The two, an Artya of Drishna and an Artyee of Durna, bowed with a fast over their heart and left the tent. A few minutes later they returned with two crates and placed them in front of Xeros, and began to pry them open.
Murk spoke as they did their task, "Our Greatclaw sent us with gifts to help in your effort, Artugian Venom, milked from the strongest Artyee, our female." He reached into the now open box and produced a blackened sac, made from flesh, which used small string, made from the vines of Artuga, to keep the liquid from spilling. "Coat your blades with this, and even a tiny scratch will prove fatal."
He then turned to the Parian Assassins, and said, "When the night has reached the darkest, when the Ancestors call, meet us east of this... fortress... we shall show them fear the night, where us Artugians are at home."
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...The Cauti Fortress...
Night had fallen on the land, and the battlefield lay quiet. No attack had been had on this fort as of late, though they all stood ready, for what, they did not know.
As the sun faded over the horizon, and the new moon rose, a small band of dark shadows crossed from the Paric camp, the occasional emerald green shine could be seen as they passed near the lights. The shadows moved swiftly and silently, being careful not to make a sound, moving unnoticed as they approached the mammoth walls of the fort. Soon the shadows were hidden against the wall, the faint green light shining breifly as they looked up towards the battlements.
Moments later, a small shadow starts scaling the stone wall, using the faults in the masonry as footings. Higher and higher, the shadow climbed, getting closer to the top. As it neared the top, it struck out through a gap in the battlements, slaying a Cauti guard on patrol. A toss of a rope and a whistle later, and the other shadows climbed the wall.
Throughout the night, the shadows danced throughout the fort, slaying all they could see. From the battlements to the quarters, not a single Cauti was spared. The shrieks and groans and cries of the dead and dying were heard well into the dawn, when the gares fell open, and the shadows disappeared.
Two of the shadows, still lingered. They carried one survivor, the ruler of the fort, a general in the Cauti army. One who survived and watched his friends die by shadows.
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...The Cauti Fortress...
The Artugians had busies themselves with collecting the corpses of the dead Cauti they slew. They worked together to remove their skulls and construct a new Throne of Skulls in the courtyard, most that were placed were still bloodied and covered in gray matter. Fires were sprung to life, and they milked the Artyee for their venom.
Upon the fires, they laid crude cooking stones, on which they cooked flayed Cauti flesh. They spiced the meat with the venom they milked and held a grand feast. A feast to honor those they have slain and their Ancestors. The hearts, they left raw.
Murk sat on the Bloodied Throne, drinking deeply of his Artugian wine. He stood from his throne and raised his wine skin and said to his men: "Artugians, the night has past and we have brought to heel these Cauti. We have shown the outlanders our strength, and have slain those who dare to rise against our allies, the Rough Skins. Feast, my brothers ans sisters, feast and honor the Ancestors. Both the Cauti, and Artugas!"
A cheer rose from the Artugians, and Murk summoned an Artyee over and said, "Go find War-Leader Xeros, invite him to the feast." The Artyee placed a fist over her chest, bowed and ran off to do Murk's bidding. With that, he sat back onto the bloodied throne and drank from his wineskin.
...Mar'Thal
Mila, the new Great Leader, had been hearing the reports all day. First, two Artugians had gone missing during the night, then screams rose from Mihal. She knew what had occured, and hoped that Mo'q and the Shattered Blade, and those Daughters of Storm, would be more subtle about their operations.
For now, the people believed that the Ancestor's had struck against those two poor souls as they were very outspoken against her rise to power. Seeing as she was called "Mila the Blessed", she let this rumour continue. As for the cries from Mihal, many believed it was the ghosts of the dead, who's hearts had not been claimed, haunted haunted the land. She smiled to herself.
After a day sitting counsel over the Artugians, she began to walk around the beautiful city, taking in the sites, her three guards ever present. She had always wished to see the city, the once place she was forbidden due to her birth, that being of a cursed mother and a coward father, and was not privileged to do so when she served Jon Greatclaw. Though, that lack of privilege she assumed when she swore to protect him.
She sighed softly when she thought of Jon. If only she had told him how she felt... though she doubt it would have changed his death at the hands of the Scattered. Those traitorous, ancestorless filth!
As she wandered around the city, she stopped and helped the Artugians and what Mur remained, anyway she could, just as her predecessor had done on several occasions, all the while, she remained unaware of someone watching from the shadows...
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True Adamance wrote:
........ In the Tal-Man Warcamps
The evening celebrations were a great success and Shuri'den was glad to welcome General Trovoski, Ruslan, and a few other of his officers. Steamed phrsam, kresh, and other Sy'Thal delicacies were handed around on trays while music from dozens of instruments filled the air with hopeful tunes.
By the time the morning came around and the slaves were delivered to Shuri'den the Mur had packed their camp up and readied themselves for travel. Accompanied by some three hundred and fifty of her people they set their course South and skirted around the No Man's Land between the two armies lest they be caught in some altercation between the forces. Two hours into the journey Shuri'den called the company to a halt.
Chained together in pairs before her were the Artya and Artyee their supplies had bought, a small number admittedly but they would be enough for now. Calling upon her Authorities she tore the chains and heavy manacles to pieces casting them to the ground. Many of the Artugia howled and threw themselves on the ground in fear, some beat their breasts lamenting that they'd been sold into the service of new monsters, while the Elders looked on impassively.
Taking control of the situation Shuri'den placed a closed fist over her heart and bowed to them before she spoke in their native language.
"May strong winds grant you all good fortune whether you be of Durna, or Drishna, or of the Accursed. I ask you not to fear us Artya and Artyee of Mar'Thal for my kin and I have crossed many seas and lands to bring you back to your homes and mean you no harm.
Your Ancestor K'lo named us the 'Ones of the Sea' for when we emerged on the shores of your home that is how your people found us. The Great Leader Bloody Jon has welcomed us and taught us of your people so that we might both learn together and grow, fostering bonds of trust and kindness between us.
You were made slaves by the laws of the 'Tall Ones'. Now by my laws you are made free one more to return to your homeland. To do that I ask that you come with me to the sea, the endless salt water, and cross it as my kin have taught your to do. Let your claws regrow, let your spirits heal, and then we shall see you home.
Come then and do not stray from me."[/i]
An old, bowed back, Artya stepped forth from the group of former slaves, a fire burned in his eyes, a fire reminence of his youth. He returned the greeting to Shuri'den before saying, "We are the children of Durma, the most ancient tribe. We were once proud warriors who fought in the blood wars against the Drishna and the (he spoke the name in the old tongue).
"Our people have been enslaved, beaten, humilated and our claws crushed. To add insult, a Tall One raped and impregnanted one of our own! The daughter of the great leader no less!
"We thank you, oh one of the sea, for freeing us. However, we will not let their crimes go unpunished! We will not return home until we strike back against these Ancestorless monsters ten fold! We do so, to honor our Ancestors!"
The Artugians behind him gave a cry of approval and slamed their fist against their chest, and in some cases cut them slightly, as if to emphasis his words.
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...Tal-Man...
The elder spat on the ground. He looked towards his people. Most were heavily bruised and beaten, and not to mention unnaturally thin from being forced to eat very little rations. The elder sighed and lowered his head in defeat.
"So be it, one of my sea..."
...Ruins of Mihal...
Mo'q stood from where he had been meditating. He often did so to clear his thoughts, and after witnessing the atrocities that the daughter of storms committed to his own people... he felt it was needed.
As he retrived his twinblade and secured his leather harness, the only peice of clothing he wore besides his loin cloth, a messenger approached and whispered in his ear. Mo'q cursed in the old tongue then summoned all the members of the Shattered Blade and Csh'te of the Stormdaughters.
Once all were gathered, he spoke in a low tone: "The Scattered are watching, brothers and sisters. Our Great Leader may be their next target."
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