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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.05.15 19:07:00 -
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((As True requested.))
Day 6/30 Calscout Knifer/Last of A Kind/Sneaky
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Jonny D Buelle
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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.
Today's special:
PAIN
Comes with a side of salads and mash potatoes.
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Cryptic WarDevil
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Posted - 2015.05.16 15:25:00 -
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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?))
Those who see us as blood thirsty beasts and thieves are blind to the true nature of the Cathay-Raht- King Za'harr
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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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Cryptic WarDevil
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Posted - 2015.05.16 23:17:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:Bloody Jon emerged from the forest again. This time he had some vines from the forest. He had discovered that they were strong and could use them as rope.
As he stepped onto the beach, he was greeted by the smell of the sea and the sound of an Artugian screaming in pain. He glanced over to the tidal pools in time to see a male and female leaving the pools, the male's claws were broken. Well someone found himself another wife, he thought as he carried on with his business.
It took him a while to reach the village they called, Mihal, due to many people asking him if he needed help and what the vines were for. The village wasn't much to look at. There were only a few wooden huts (made from driftwood and fallen branches), a fire pit in the center. Off in the distance, on top of a cliff that overlooked the sea, was the great 'hall' (though it was more of a hut than a hall).
Bloody Jon placed the vines by the water and went went to the pile of wood. He grabbed several of even length and carried them to the vines. He then placed them side by side and tied them together with the vines. Satisfied he carried his creation to the water, many Artugians stopped to watch.
The creation floated, which pleased Jon to see. He then attempted to climb on top. His first attempt landed him in the water and was met with laughter. His second attempt left the villagers breathless as he stood on the creation.
He smiled and climbed off his creation and dragged it to shore. He then climbed the hill to the great hall and sat on the throne of skulls.
Many villagers came with complaints and disputes, which he had to deal with. Most were not worth his time, some made him laugh, but only one caused him to rise from his Throne.
'You dare break the Blood Laws!' He shouted at the Artugian male with blood on his claws. Standed next to him was an Artugian female with a cut across her face.
'Great Leader, I found her sleeping with my friend while I was out gathering wood.'
Bloody Jon walked up to the Artugian male and grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. 'You broke the Blood Laws, there is no excuse!' He then threw the male across the hall. The male got up and tried to run, but his path was blocked by Artugians.
Bloody Jon went back to his throne as the Law Breaker was beaten to death with clubs. A few minutes later the skull was presented to him.
Unlocked: Rafts, Rope.
((there ya go, any objections guys?))
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Cryptic WarDevil
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Posted - 2015.05.17 19:06:00 -
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Za'harr got up off his throne and walked over to the beach where tbethe new ship was being built, Gungir had been up all night crafting the new vessel, he had already made the bottom half.
"Friend you should rest, you've been up over 6 cycles, your body will give out before you do Im sure" he laughed as he observed the Dwarf's craftsmanship, smiling.
"Aye you're right lad, me body'll give out before I do but that's how it goes eh? What do you think so far? She's a beaut ain't she."
Za'harr smiled as he spoke, "hmm I don't know...she might be a little too beautiful friend, Hah hah hah, im jest of course, she is wonderous." He said as he ran his hand across the smooth blood-oak wood and Krion plating, "she'll take a beating won't she? Don't want to sink from a simple rock now, Hah hah hah" he laughs as he watches the Dwarf work to his fullest.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.05.18 00:50:00 -
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In Skadia....... The Coral Tower
The Queen, whist momentarily taken aback by the Mur Leaders actions, engaged in the welcoming gesture as she had seen preformed with Revon. 'How strange' she thought to herself, briefly wondering how strange must her own customs seem to outsiders. Sir Torhsteg had maintained a steely gaze directly ahead of him throughout the exchange, as had the other guards that were brought along to the tower. As Shuri'den repeated the gesture with Krion, whom was still under the moniker of Sir Vin of Beckley, +åschild softly placed her hand on Torhsteg and offered a warm smile, letting him know that he can stand easy.
The rest of the soldiers followed the actions of their commander, giving them their first real opportunity to take in the building they were in, whilst still looking professional of course. Torhsteg couldn't help but look at the odd congregation. Giants, Reptillians, Humans and Mur under one roof. Being the most foreign, it was the Mur that held his interest the most. The immediately noticeable thing that struck him was their women. Their women were soldiers just as much as the men were, something that didn't happen in Osmar society. Many worked as smiths and the like, but none bore arms. Along this line of thought he attempted to think of a reason why but little came to him. They merely didn't.
His thoughts were scattered when the group had moved to the lower hall. The leader of the Giants spoke up and he briefly considered what he said, it was true that the Tal-Men were an important trading partner, particularly because trade from Crasmere flowed frequently their land. But it was mention of the Paric that set his mind running again. It was no secret that the courts of Osmarium held a hint of resentment for the Paric due to the influence they held with the Queen. She had been trained by their creed and was ready to marry one of their people. Even though it was known that Sir Vin spent much of his life in Osmar land there had still been some suspicion around him.
However, there was nothing to prove and certainly nothing treasonous, so Torstehg resigned himself to listening to the ongoing conversation.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jonny D Buelle
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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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Cryptic WarDevil
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Posted - 2015.05.20 05:23:00 -
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((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))
Those who see us as blood thirsty beasts and thieves are blind to the true nature of the Cathay-Raht- King Za'harr
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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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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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.20 16:21:00 -
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New phone sweet. Now I will be more active. Just no long post. D you and your barbarians will be most likely look down on by Tal man. Phone didn't like my name.
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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.22 02:41:00 -
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((We need something so I am going to discover Artugians. If it is bad just let me know I will retract))
The two medium size ships (for Tal-Man size) left the port city Rinsk several months ago. They had been sailing for and where on the eve of turning back when the saw a small island, maybe even a chain. "Captain!" a call went down from the Tower. "What is it man?!" Charles ,the captain, replied. "Island or islands sir off the Port bow. Looks like something we should check out.and per contract they would investigate, find anything of value, and the see any possibility of colonization then return to port. Well then, time to make land fall. Charles thought to himself. "Take us in lets make land fall and make money boys!"
The ship found a harbor on the largest island in which they could make landfall drop the row boats and land on the shore. Lowering a total of 4 boats they moved into the harbor and landed on the shore. Shortly after making landfall they began searching across the beach head and scouring the nearby area they came to the conclusion. It appeared that someone or something else lived here, at least recently.
((I am going to say Raven is up to speak at the Coral Tower.
Side note can our species breed. I think one of the possible choices such as Civic for the Caldari would be a side species who were taller than regular Parics, but shorter than regular Tal-Man and stronger than Parics. But would have some reptile fetures from the Parics))
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Jonny D Buelle
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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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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.22 03:48:00 -
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((assuming we can understand each other some what))
The captain turned around to his men. "Holy... I was not expecting us to find anyone... Did not know others existed besides the Mur folk and the other nations... We must be careful, this must be the first time these savages have encountered another, we must not startle them just stay frosty."
Turning back the savages the Captain put his hands up in a mix of defense and a sign of peace. He looked at the creatures, besides being smaller then him they had what almost appeared to be claws instead of nails. They we also only armed with what looked like only wooden clubs. But of course the nails worried him more, he just hoped they were intelligent.
Speaking in a monotone slow voice he began to step closer. "Hello, my name, is Charles. We come in peace." Gesturing to his men behind him they moved their rifles into a safe position, no longer pointing at the savages. "We are explores, we search for land and resources,"
Gesturing to the area around him. "for our people to collect and use. We did not expect to find another people, yourselves, here." Somewhat nervously he looked across the gathering of people. "Do you have a leader... And more importantly do you understand what I am saying?"
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.05.22 04:09:00 -
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((RESERVED and will be deleted. In the OOC thread can you show which Island you chose Johnny. If its the one south of my lands I'll also have discovered your shores in this post as well.))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jonny D Buelle
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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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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.05.22 21:17:00 -
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(( Hey True, are you waiting for something in regards to the festival? ))
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.05.25 03:29:00 -
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On the Southern Sea.......in sight of Land
Ma'tyn breathed a deep sigh of relief. Having followed the currents of the Southern Oceans for many weeks his convoy of Thalasse had been significantly drained of their carefully preserved food stuffs to such a degree that he had been kept aware through the long evenings in fear for the success of the fleet.
However at the mere sight of the dense tropical jungles the Mur had leapt and cheered with an undisguised joy. As much as they loved the scent of the salt spray, the rolling of great waves form the deck of a vessel, and the cool and abrasive feeling of the open oceans as they swum its depths many still were sick for the familiar sights of home.
From their current bearing Ma'tyn was aware that they must have struck for the South Eastern tip of what was a Grand Isle, it's coastline extending into the West beyond the ability of his eyes to discern its form, and a pleasantly humid and verdant at that.
They had sent out their fastest swimmer from the three vessels, some twelve Mur in total all capable of mapping the coastal formations, reefs, and sand bars, each instructed to make their way along the coasts for a suitable harbour. Within the hours they returned and convened to discuss the merits of the potential harbours. One amongst them was chosen, as located by a pathfinder Sia'tri, and named by Ma'tyn Sia'tri's Anchorage.
In the end it was decided that they would seek harbour in a wide cove through which the Mur were forced to navigate a narrow formation of thick roots and mangroves before passing into a small cove, lined on one side by sheer cliffs and waterfalls while the other presented the vista of a small inland river meeting the open ocean tangled over by thick vines and roots. Here the Mur saw great intertwined trees, some reaching at their upper limits 90m talls, which defied belief , with wide branches, who sheltered the eastern side of the cove, and twisted trunks.
Rather than have the Mur explore the surrounding jungles any further Ma'tyn organised his people to form offerings of silks and bronze trinkets to offer to the Passions M'kke and Vinetir, to celebrate and give thanks for having achieved their goals. After which the Mur returned to the large sea going vessels to rest before expeditions could begin.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.28 15:20:00 -
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"Good you understand my language at least some what. That will make this a whole lot easier." t\The captain said quietly, and with a quick flip of is his wrist the Men behind him removed their weapons from their backs and pointed at the savages.
"Drop your sticks and you won' t be harmed. It makes this whole awkward process easier for the both of us. Or you risk total and utter destruction of yourselves." And with a quick nod one of the Riflemen behind him snapped to the oldest looking savage and pulled the trigger.
A startling CRACK was heard by the Artugians and then with out a word the man fell to the ground. Dead. The Tal-Man quickly began to reload the rifle.
"Now you see, your still more valuable alive, but my men like to live, so if you do not come quietly we will have to repeat the process." The captain spoke while he slowly backed up to his men.
Without a word the enraged Artugians charge down the hill screaming in almost a wild animal craze. As the close the distance the Tal-Man hold their fire, until the Artugians are just a few steps from melee distance.
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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.28 15:22:00 -
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The Tal-Man fire, but miss on purpose, shooting over the heads of the Natives. The normal sound of gun fire to the Tal-Man the sound of the very heavens splitting open to the Artugians.
In the few moments the Artugians are stunned the Tal-Man force makes their move. Some dropping their guns and others using them engage in melee combat.
One of the Artugians who was still charging into the wall of Tal-Man was quickly meet by a rifle butt and an armored fist to the face, knocking the man to the ground, he was down for the count.
As one Tal-Man fired a woman jumped him, even with his strength and height advantage she knocked over the giant, and slashed across his face with her claws several times before a nearby soldier gave her to quick hits to her head with is rifle butt.
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Posted - 2015.05.28 15:24:00 -
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As quickly as it started most of the Artugians lay on the ground, soon to be in chains. Several of the members had tried to flee back into the forest but quickly tackled and shackled by the sailors.
All had been captured except for one or two that might have been able to escape. The Artugians were quickly being loaded into the row boats, luckily they had a room for the cargo to be stored on the main ships.
"Good work lads, check to see if you can find their leader... John was what he said his name was." It was a good day, only 2 had major injuries, and 2 others had been scratched up by females. The captain began to search for John
(will add what happens to John after the dice roll.)
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.05.29 00:22:00 -
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In Skadia......... The Coral Tower
Shuri'den of Shalvys-That-Was sat in contemplative silence as she considered the worlds of the Tal-Man Diplomat Grey. Having completed the initial purpose of the Summit having observed the protocols for greeting the foreign leaders as well as having discussed the general mood of the Landborn nations the leaders had sat down to meal, taking from the assorted dishes their personal favourites, making light conversation with one another for several long hours.
Eventually the conversation turned to matters of trade, which Shuri'den'shalvys was only too happy to speak at great length on, re-negotiating with the Osmarii a slightly cheaper port fee to dock merchant ships in harbour, and had the current crisis in the Tal-Man textile market explained to her by Grey. It seemed that the enormous inflow of below market value fabrics and textiles from the Weavers of Isles had caused quite and uproar amongst their foreign counterparts. Though momentarily stumped by the foreigners reticence to accept higher quality fabrics at a cheaper price the Mur leader promised to speak with the Weavers in the capitol and her Harbour Masters.
She noticed mid meal that the platter of steamed Kresh, the barbed tentacles that comprised their mouths still squirming and writhing, had not been touched by the foreigners despite the rich, mouthwatering smell they gave off. Mid explanation of the cultural meaning of Whorl with the Angellian envoy she reached out to the plate.
"This one makes her apologies to you Animaya. But by their scent these Kresh are certain to be delightful." She said grasping one of the wriggling ocean creatures by the tail. With a flick of her delicate wrist she cracked the shell against the floor stunning it before raising it over her head sucking the limp creature out of its shell.
The meat of the Kresh itself was incredibly tender and been steamed with a drizzling of lemon juice. She imagined that the flavour would be rather popular with the Land-born though that consistency, as viscid as it was, coupled with the slight crunching as chitinous barbs were ground to dust by the teeth and the wriggling of the creature would be enough to put some of them off the meal.
"Where was I Animaya?....... Social aesthetics of Whorl? Indeed......" She launched back into the conversation with the woman for the better part of an hour exchanging questions and explanations.
Later with the meal concluded and official discussions completed the leaders sat back in quiet thought. Their only disturbance the slight clicking of steel scale against scale as Adelya gently laid two instruments at the head of the table, one a vaguely resembling a lute, while the other was a flute carved from a delicate deepsea shell.
Sephrena, let out a slight squeak of both apprehension and excitement when she saw the lute, entering a panicked state when Shuri'den of Shalvys-That-Was took a position behind the flute beckoning for her to take her place at her side. She did so meekly. Despite her hands shaking she adjusted the strings with skill, thrumming them quietly until they produced a sound she was satisfied with. Once she had completed her task she nodded to the older woman.
"Guests of the Murfolk." She announced to those assembled, sounding the flute, producing a long mournful note. "Our celebrations during this Festival are not just to offer thanks to the Whorl or to celebrate that bonds that tie us together. They are also to remember who we are, who we were, and That-Which-Was."
She produced another mournful series of notes. Sephrena next to her looked on with a rapt expression.
"We do not share this part of our celebrations with the Land-born. So we beg you please listen, the heart of the Murfolk opens for you."
As the assembled fell quiet there extended a long emotive gap before Shuri'den'shalvys broke the silence, evocative notes of the flute drawn out as Sephrena began to sing, softly at first, but with a growing confidence. Eventually Sephrena joined in with her lute producing deep baroque timbre that produced a visible reaction in the Mur.
She blushed, rather embarrassed by the warm sensation the notes produced in her, musical performance was her Passion and not something she should be ashamed of however before her sat a dozen foreigners and their guards whom she feared would mistake the nature of her arousal.
The lute was the finest instrument she had ever seen. Playing it was an honour.
They took turns singing the verses of the narrative, it becoming immediately apparent that Sephrena was a but a skilled novice in the company of a songstress, speaking of the first collective thoughts of the Mur. How the Gods formed from the shapeless void first the oceans, the winds, the depths, and the storms and where they did not create the lands formed. how they Gods were lonely in their creation and brought the Folk into the world creating for them a homeland explaining where they did not create other Folk formed.
The central verses sung of their homeland Shalvys, a lost island nation that once housed all Mur as one people with as single purpose, and of how their people sailed all oceans without fear. Of how Goddess Kalya lavished her gifts and bounties upon them earning them the jealous ire of the Vinnetir, the Storm God, and how his in his wrath he cast them from their home land being himself cast down to become one with his storms.
Sephrena was weeping by this point but controlled her voice admirably, even Shuri'den seemed to be having difficulty maintaining her serene expression.
The final verse of the song centred around the arrival of the Mur in the Sy'Thal Isles having made a long and arduous journey across the endless storming waters to land on the Island called Skadia. They finished the performance on a hopeful note, the flute piquing at a rapid tempo, all trace of the sorrow gone from its sound.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.05.29 00:46:00 -
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In Skadia........the Coral Tower
Sephrena wiped a thin layer of perspiration from her forehead. The ballad was a particularly complex one and she had not been prepared to sing it in the presence of others for many years, however she felt a powerful sense of achievement having done so to the best of her abilities.
She remained seated for a few minutes, breathing heavily, until she regained her composure, cursing herself internally that she was not a better singer, surprising herself by vowing to devote herself to the craft in the name of the Female Passion, M'kke. She split her gaze between the two older Mur, both still clearly affected by the music as she was, though while Adelya seemed to be wholly comfortable with her physical state Shuri'den'shalvys seemed for the first time to be ashamed by her nakedness.
A few moments later her body reverted to its natural state at which point she bowed to the assembled guests and quickly hurried off stage to find her seat next to Adelya who was doing a particularly poor job of stifling her amusement.
"With that the Festival passes for another year." Shuri'den'Shalvys announced, rising and offering the crowd a bow. " There will be several days more celebrations in the cities of our people. It is late however and I do not wish to keep you all. I bid you retire to your accommodations and mayhap we shall greet each other anew tomorrow or part as friends. For Animaya I will see to it that you might visit the libraries of my people and make transcripts from the texts of your choosing. Shall I expect you and your model tomorrow morning for a sitting Ambassador Grey? "
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jonny D Buelle
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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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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.29 02:16:00 -
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Grey
"It has been wonderful to attend your festivities. And even if it is not for government business I would enjoy attending again. And it was an added bonus to meet you, it was also an expertly done job on flute, you seemed to really enjoy playing." As for tomorrow I shall attend, you have your models picked out as well?" He gave a small smile. "I shall see you tomorrow, we can finalize the trade details while the artist do their work."
On The Island
The sailors had loaded the captives into the ship and cells without much more trouble, they were very well beaten. After a final count it seemed that the leader. According to the accounts of one of the men a solid punch to the jaw and then a stomp to the shin had probably broken it.
After that in the confusion he had been able to retreat, they gave a good fight and refused to retreat to save him... Interesting savages, oh well, the investors would enjoy the profit, an entire species enslaved, 100% control of the market, they would spread throughout the Tal-Man nation. Food production, mining, dangerous activities, a large boost to the overall production... It was a good day.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.05.29 02:20:00 -
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On the Southern Grand Isle....... some miles from Sia'tri's Anchorage
Ma'tyn cursed irritably as another barbed vine tore at the widely flaring fins on his forearms washing over him in waves of pain. Having regrouped his men upon the beaches the morning following their arrival they had split into three parties, two to venture out into the steaming jungles, and the largest by far comprised of carpenters, cartographers, and deckhands to establish a formal camp site.
Having had a successful morning of fishing in the cove his 40 man band had provisioned themselves for several days of travel hoping to discover the source of the inland streams as well as any notable landmarks that would allow them to get their bearings. However the jungles were thick and densely populated with all manner of avian, lizard, and primarily insect life the Mur had not seen in their time.
They had not been more than six hours from the cove when the Pathfinder, and naturalist, Siatri called for them to halt amongst their party called for the company to halt in a glade where the river forked. His assessment of the landscape ahead was that it would be rough going for some time until the came upon the massive intertwined tree columns that they had seen from the shore and that they make camp before wearing themselves out.
Hours later after having established a small ring of tents around a roaring central fire Ma'tyn finally felt a measure of comfort. He was a Mur that was tied to the oceans not just by choice but due to the pronounced and over developed fins he bore that made trekking through the narrow confines of the jungle thickets a nightmare. His only solace was that this land was humid enough that the Mur could freely thrive in its environment and rich in the way of lumber and ocean resources.
The company dined of fish caught that very morning cooking them over the open fire without reservation or concern for what might have lain beyond the light of their campfires and drinking deeply of a store of Kami Blood brought from their homeland to celebrate the discovery of a new land.
It was such that Ma'tyn excused himself from the celebrations to take a breather and relieve himself out of sight of the fires......
Moments later the jungle was alive with a cacophonous noise, a predatory screeching mingled with the agonised screams of the Fleet Captain. Shocked out of their revelry the Mur rushed to the source of the noise in time to see a pair of Mur legs being dragged off into the thickets in a trail of blood.
(( Was going to do 3 checks to determine what happened this post. Poor Ma'tyn rolled a 1 for his 'Enviromental Result'.)
The rest of the evening was a dismal affair, the Mur retreating to the river banks rather than their tents and smothering the great central fire and placing a watch of axe armed soldiers to protect the camp by the second in command's, Siatri's, order. Their sleep was fitful at best, as the jungle came to life around them.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jonny D Buelle
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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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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.05.29 05:29:00 -
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"Land! Ships!" a young Paric sailor called out.
"Do they fly colors?" Raul replied back.
"Tal-Man."
"Bring us in!" He entered his cabin, tired from his last journey, and weary of this one. "This is what I get for working for the Creed." he sighed before picking up his weapons.
On the beach.
"Tal-man! What is going on, who are these people?" He asked referring to the slaves, whom he knew were slaves. He disliked this and began dreaming of ways to free them, although hide to from the Tal-Man extremely well.
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"Agony is the body cleansing itself." - Viktor Revon
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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.29 14:04:00 -
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"Hello, Paric. First off it is Charles, Captain Charles of the Pan-Tal-Man Corporation. Sent to discover possible locations for settlement for a colony. We first made landfall and searched across the beachhead and explored little into the jungle. We returned her and were beginning to set up camp." Gesturing to the open beach around them. "When the savages we noticed were just on the edge of the forest, luckily due to our superior weapons and training we were able to repel the attack."
"Now you must understand my friend, this is a blessing to them, we are removing them from this harsh jungle environment, where to Tal-Man were their people can thrive and survive. And we make a profit at the same time, so this is not out of greed and selfishness, but of kindness and respect for their culture."
Three more rowboats returned to the beach, able to pick up the last of the Tal-Man and cargo on the beach. "Now my good Friend." Charles said as he backed up and drew out his flintlock pistol. "I suggest we part ways as friends... No one ever has to knows about what happened here. It would be so unfortunate... To your family... If you never returned."
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.05.29 15:33:00 -
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"What is it that causes you to draw a weapon on me? I would presume the there were runners? If so, we will take them. We have bodies better suited for thicker vegetation and if they retreated into the woods from battle, we will likely smell the scent of blood that this place reeks of." He turned around ignoring the pistol before drawing his own. "Now, you may leave peacefully, or we may see each other in the spirit realm." He let out a few hisses before several of his men ran into the jungle and the remaining men drew their weapons, be it sabers, flintlocks, Chain blade, or arm blades, they drew their weapons and readied to fight.
In the Jungle
The smell of fresh blood came from atop a large, mostly hollow tree. Ren, the presumed authority figure told the other to climb as he did. Carefully the few Parians made it up to be greeted by the 'savages'.
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"Agony is the body cleansing itself." - Viktor Revon
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