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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.05.29 16:28:00 -
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"Well I don't imagine you enjoy giants screaming at you any more than I a little reptile. And seeing as your men are already in the forest I will leave you to your devices. But this is now Tal-Man land so take nothing more than the few savages you can find. I would like to live and collect on the riches of this voyage, maybe we can kill each other another day."
Charles hopped into the row boat and began to head out to the ships. "Good luck, Good Riddance, and Good voyages Paric." And with that the captain sat down and waited as his men rowed.
"First rounds on me boys once we get back to port!" Charles said with a smile, the promise seemed to lift the spirits of the crew. Heck I might even be able to retire after this paycheck he thought to himself. It was unlikely that they would find any savages who were still alive or could make the journey back to the main land, but still, something bothered him about the Paric and his men.
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Jonny D Buelle
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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 21:34:00 -
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Ren looked back at the others, and after exchanging a few hisses, stepped forward.
"I am Ren. It surprises me you know the common language. We have seen the Tal-Man, and the others of your kind. We have been ordered to offer you help. The Tal-Man have left, and we have a surplus of food on our ship. We can give you food before we leave, but should you want to abandon this island for a land that is superior to this you are welcome to gather aboard as we sail back." Ren had to take a moment to breath. "We also can take you to free the others of your kind."
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Jonny D Buelle
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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 - 2015.05.29 23:51:00 -
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The Queen's attention was immediately taken by the instruments the Mur captain had presented. After seeing them, she was eager and curious to see what kind of performance had been planned. She wondered no longer when they began. As a whole, it was rather informative, doubling as a story of creation as well as a piece of music. She also found it to be very sombre, particularly when they spoke of their homeland and the storm god. A distinct sense of longing emanated from the tune, yearning for the lost Shalvys. The beautiful but tragic music then stopped, and after a moment of silence the Queen began a slow, soft clap. She was unsure if they would recognise the gesture at first, but continued regardless with a smile on her face. After about the fourth or fifth clap, Sir Torhsteg joined in similarly. A second later the other guards had followed suit and every Osmar was engaging in a somewhat tame applause. It soon dissipated and the Queen was silent for a while, thinking about the song she had heard.
After Shuri'Den'Shalvys announced the current meeting had concluded +åschild rose up out of her seat, took a bow and offered up words of congratulation before taking her leave back to the provided quarters to retire for the night. Along the way she spoke to Torhsteg
"Tell me Sir Torhsteg, what do you make of these Mur?"
The knight was hesitant at first, but soon spoke his mind.
"They are a most....curious people Your Majesty. Physically they are far more distinct from us than any of the others in the homeland. Their choice to forego clothing is most unusual. They also seem to have a certain charm, though I cannot say what or why. I'm afraid I cannot say much more that that Your Majesty, but no doubt we'll soon learn more of them."
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.06.01 20:36:00 -
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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."
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Jonny D Buelle
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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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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.06.01 23:57:00 -
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Aboard the Wave Slicer Charles ship for the voyage the men aboard the ship have a small festive over their good fortune. Several barrels of Rum are opened and shared among the crew and a small feast is had with some of the extra rations as they make the voyage home...
Charles sits at one of the tables in the galley all taking with what they plan to do with their wages once they reach the harbor. "When we get to port... I'm gonna **** every ***** in the city I can!" The men had a hearty laugh. "If you spend your money like that your gonna be ready for the next expedition in need of a job." The captain said with a laugh, the shamed sailor slid back a bit while the rest of the men joined in the captains laugh. "So Cap'n wat you doing with your share?" One of the men asked. "Me?... I have had enough of sailing... I am going to buy a track of land and start a large farming operation... Maybe buy several of these same people we transporting right now. If not retirement for sure. I am rich enough for it." The captain said with a chuckle.
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Posted - 2015.06.02 05:04:00 -
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The Southern Continent........ The Coastal Passage West of Sia'tri's Anchorage
With Ma'tyn dead Sia'tri had assumed command of the expedition. His first order of business had been to have the company fall back to the cove where they had made landfall hoping to learn more about the the continent itself before mounting another attempt towards the centre of what he had determined was the South Eastern Spur.
Of the fifty he had taken with him into the jungles four had died of some unknown illness, their wounds festering and becoming infected with the expeditions healers surgeons being unable to do anything for them but minimise their pain.
The other expedition had apparently made greater headway south establishing another small settlement some hundred miles down the coast from which they were caching supplies and preparing to bring one of the Thalassae vessels to support. Having denied their request, unwilling to separate the massive seafaring vessels he ordered the manufacture of two smaller clippers so that supplies and messengers could aid their efforts.
Instead Sia'tri and his company and replenished their supplies and struck West along the coastline for several days making much swifter passage through the oceans that over land eventually arriving at what appeared to be a head land in a great curvature of the coastline.
Here they found what the pathfinders suspected might have been a crude settlement long abandoned , Sia'tri strongly suspected this may well have been an indigenous people, however the matter was soon dismissed as no sign or remains of the people could be found. However the further West the Mur progressed the greater the numbers of abandoned settlements they began to discover, and the more massive trees in greater numbers became visible form the shore lines.
It was such that some four days after their expedition had begun, and several midnight claims that great sailing ships had been spied along the coasts easily dismissed as mere exhaustion, that the Mur spotted the first of what they believed was the native people of the continent surreptitiously drying what appeared to be leathers in the ocean rock pools.
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Posted - 2015.06.02 23:12:00 -
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On the High Northern Seas....... The Deck of the Maelstrom
A scathing volley of gun fire erupted from the deck of the Osmarii Frigate raking the port side bulwark of the larger vessel as the screams of dying men and Mur mingled together drowned out only by the roar of cannon fire from the lower decks as teams exchanged ferocious barrages of thunderous canon fire.
The simple moonlight raid had degenerated into a brutal melee across the decks of the scouting vessel, the Osmarii sailors rallying quickly around their captain to repel the privateer forces and establish disciplined gun lines which had hampered the initial assaults setting Mur alight and sending them tumbling into the dark waves below.
The battle was turning, and not in favour of the Mur, eight of their raiders either lay dead across the deck of the foreigner's ship or had fallen out of sight into the oceans below
Tamarri'sen skirted the the combat running a webbed palm over the bulwarks of the foreign vessel crouching low against it's reassuring weight barely able to disguise the fact she was poorly armed and completely unclothed. She was fuming, her normally sensuous features contorted by a black look.
Man'tiel had ordered her to secure the Bowspirit of the Osmarii vessel. Ordered her! The damnable captain had the audacity to command a daughter of his God as if she were some common member of his crew or pleasure garden *****. But Vinnetir, she thought suppressing a shiver of excitement, the look of his face as he'd watched the first Osmarii fire their rifles point blank into his men had been a sight to behold, and though she loathed to admit it, quite fetching as if the Aspect were in his dark eyes.
Where their Fleet Captain had gone was a mystery to the raiders including Tamarri'sen herself, their leader had stalked away from the combat in a fury, descending below decks and had not been see since. As the fighting descended into chaos she had taken to rallying the Mur herself promising in haste herself to whomsoever slew the accursed Osmarii Captain who had the nerve to raise his pistol and fire at the Storm Daughter.
She smiled in a knowing fashion. Man'tiel would see the Captain captured before killed and she would have the right to claim the foreigner for her God. The male Parian had already been exhausted and disposed of, and the woman was only just beginning to heal. She and her adepts would need a replacement.
A slight scraping of wood upon wood sounded to her right as an Osmarii marine clambered out from below deck via the cargo hold access, pushing aside the heavy grating, drawing his sword, and running a staggering raider through from behind. He turned to her charging in a blind rage.
Rather than flee she rose to stand against him allowing him to see she was a woman. The marine hesitated a moment, confused, unsure. The moment was enough however as the priestess swinging the ceremonial hand axe, normally used to carve open a vessels bowspirit, catching the sailor in the neck with a solid crunch, who collapsed limply to the deck spurting arterial streaks of blood.
Warmth blossomed in her stomach. Killing was a primal part of Vinnetir's Aspect, one she rarely if ever was allowed to pursue, yet one that evoked no less a physical reaction in her or brought her no less joy. Without thinking she ran two fingers across the humans wound before drawing a whorl across her left breast in a bloody patternas.
Another concussive burst of cannon fire rocked the vessel, the Tal-Man Cannons from the lower cannon deck tearing great gouges out of the frigate. Tamarri'sen scrabbled forwards ignoring the dead man leaping onto the bowsprit, wrapping her legs around the lacquered wood, and allowing gravity to invert her so that she hung from the protrusion upside down facing the figure head.
She noted with satisfaction that her adepts were already hacking at the figureheads chest, carving the rough shape of a heart out of the wood. She shooed them away and began to labour at the Bowspirit herself, chiselling the rough lump free from its position.
Below her the dark oceans were alive with activity as Mur Drowners set about the fallen Osmarii dragging them screaming into the shadowy depths. Both Male Gods would be satisfied with their offerings today. Though only if the battle was won.
She clambered back onto the deck, raising aloft the Bowspirit with a triumphant roar, noting with unashamed pride how the raiders rallied as they saw their enemies ship vanquished from underneath them. The Mur however were not the only ones who had noticed her, or how she had affected the Mur, an Osmarii Marine raising his rifle to take aim at her.
Time seemed to freeze for her, blood pooled slowly across the decks, she could see what toll the human's rifles had taken on her people, a dozen lay with blank expressions across the deck, Osmarii dead too their armour torn and rent. For a moment she was sure she could hear the familiar sound from her childhood of Phrsam chitin scraping against itself.
She closed her eyes, offering all that she was to the Storm God, cursing the Osmarii bitterly for ending her life.
Screams. Lamentations. Human voices. She opened her eyes in time to glimpse a dozen heavily armoured figures launch themselves from the deck of the Maelstrom into the lines of riflemen. Their chitinous plating recognisably dull with bony protrusions formed into the plating shattering several rifles and pulping flesh of the men as the warriors hit the deck with bone crushing force.
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- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Posted - 2015.06.02 23:25:00 -
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The day had come for +åschild to return to her realm. The time spent in Skadia was pleasant but the kingdom needed its Queen. She arranged for a Mur escort to bring her and the guard back to the harbour where the ship she had arrived on was stationed. She took the journey back as one last opportunity to take in the scenery. It truly was a unique and distinctive landscape very different to the lowlands and forests of Osmarium. The merchants that had booked passage alongside had packed up what they had traded and were confident about their ability to profit of the exotic Skadian goods. After everything was aboard the ship they set sail for the homeland.
At the Burtun harbour...
A ship arrived at the docks. Not of Osmar origin nor a Tal-men trade vessel, but a Paric ship. Somewhat uncommon it raised a few eyebrows as it docked. When it did a further surprise came Godwin the explorer stepped off and hastily made his way to the dockmaster and explained his situation. Once he was done he hastily made his way to the castle to inform the Queen of what he had discovered. Making his way he explained himself several times to many guards that attempted to stop him until finally reaching the throne room where he saw the Chancellor. Before turning to face Godwin he spoke in a rather angry voice.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?"
Godwin knelt down infront of the empty throne
"My apologies m'lord. It is I, Godwin, and I've returned from my journey"
"Godwin? You've been gone a long time"
"Yes lord Chancellor, in my travels I've discovered land. Not only that, but a new race of people"
"Indeed? The queen would want to hear of this. She is away for now, take your time to clean yourself up"
As he stood up Godwin noticed for the first time how unseemly he looked. He had long unkempt hair and beard, a far cry from the well groomed merchant that first left these lands. He gave thanks to the chancellor and took his leave to prepare himself for when the Queen returned.
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Jonny D Buelle
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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 01:50:00 -
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The three Tal-Man ships sailed into port and where happily welcomed by the population. Charles turned to his first mate. "Have the Men begin to ready the slaves for departure from the ships and then wait for my return, I must talk with the Pan-Tal-Man office of the city."
Charles entered into the large Pan-Tal-Man Corporate Center, greeted by two Corporate Guards, both standing with rifles, Dragon Skin Gloves, and a silver sash from right shoulder to left hip. "I am here to speak with the Center Head." Charles said before he continued into the large building. As he looked around he noticed several interesting paintings, some dating back to the Wars Against the Unknown, several more depicting recent victories against the Bloods. The thought brought a smile to his face.
Giving a small salute to the middle age Center Head, Charles began to give his report. "I am Captain Charles of the 2nd Expedition Group." Charles stated in a monotone voice. "Ah... One moment please..." A nearby assistant came up to the man he whispered something to her and she headed for filing, a bit later when she came back he thanked and dismissed her. "You had quite the journey..." The man said while reading the file, you weren't do back for another month... Unless you found something good... I imagine you did?" the Center Head asked. A slight pang of worry in his voice. The 1st Expedition Group had lost one ship to a storm and the other one had returned severely damaged, it would have hurt the company more for another failure at exploration, and surly put them behind Osmar further. "Sir we will need some accountants, and I do believe you will want to come see this yourself." The excitement obvious in his voice.
Now the small entourage of Pan-Tal-Man employees worked their way through the street. "What did you find so valuable to warrant you return?" The Center Head asked, even through his calm he gave just a bit away of his excitement as well. Charles looked up to the deck of one of the ships and called to his first mate. "Bring out the cargo man!" "Aye, aye cap'n." The response came, and soon they began to unload. The expression of the Center Head was changed to a face of pure horror. "Slaves!" He exclaimed, he proceeded to lower his voice, hoping to avoid a scene. "We can' t deal in slaves, who ever they are, are sure to bring hell down on us from wherever they are fr-..." He paused... He had seen Parics, Osmar, Bloods... Never a Mur, but other captains gave good enough description to know these were not Mur. "You discovered a new race... And proceed to enslave them?!" Still keeping a hushed tone.
He stroked the facile hair on his face and thought to himself... "They wouldn't be protected by any law... No country could opposes us except moral matters... And that has no effect... You are a smart sailor Charles. Okay, you two" He pointed to two of the employees. "Get to marking them all, down, now you say that they speak similar language... Find a name, give them a number... We need to take stock." "Watch out for the claws." Charles interjected before the men began their work.
Two lines, one made of females the other of males marched on the dock. Chains linked every man's cuff to the cuff of the man in front of him. Everyone's name was taken then given a number, the number engraved on the new neck shackles they received. Females starting F-0001, males M-0001. No resistance was given, no force was really used. By the end of the day they were being loaded onto prisoner carts for transport to the country side. To begin work on a Pan-Tal-Man Farm. Along with the production of more workers. This would put the Corporation in the Black for years to come. "Stay in the city, you and your men will receive their payment soon enough." The Center Head stated without another word, headed back to his home. And Charles began to dream about his future.
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Posted - 2015.06.03 02:58:00 -
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On the High Northern Seas....... The Deck of the Stricken Frigate
Man'tiel and his warriors crashed into the deck of the Osmarii vessel with all the force of a cannonball, crashing through the disciplined ranks of the riflemen breaking limbs and denting breast plates as they did so, their armour only preserved by the thick silken padding wedged between the segments of each plate. Even so several of the plated warriors rose webs of cracks running through the heavy armour.
"Hina, Goddess of Luck be praised." Man'tiel muttered picking himself up, checking his armour for damage, and forcing his way clear of the shattered stairwell he had crashed down through kicking free of the timbre his sabatons trailing a dark red streak of gore.
The sudden attack had thrown the Osmarii line of rifles into disarray, despite their Captain's best attempts to rally, the lines scattered falling back towards the melee where Mur and sword armed warriors clashed or up onto the aft deck discharging their rifles in a panicked and disorderly fashion.
Two plate armed warriors fell dead, their breastplates smoking and shattered by the close ranged fire of a half dozen muskets, however the others sprung into actions capitalising on the fleeing enemies crushing them painfully against the bulwarks as they swung their great weapons in wide arcs cleaving through the poorly armoured backs of the humans.
The Fleet Captain himself led the vanguard separating himself from the other warriors attacking the remaining marines from behind. He has forgone his trusted axes instead choosing to arm himself with the massive Oarblade, Nan Sapwe, the Covenant had seen fit to bestow upon them.
A weapon nearly six feet in length with a heavy curved blade forged from a strange iridescent green metal that hooked set into a moulded chitinous mount with a long haft. Each swing felled men in upon the deck as they tried to flee cleaving some in half and casting others into the murky ocean below. Where the blade could not reach we would lash out using the spines running along his arm to tear at the exposed flesh of the Osmarii leaving jagged wounds that bled furiously.
Despite this he took several wounds as bullets deflected off of the armour plating, passing through the silk padding, and grazing the flesh beneath, or where daggers and longswords managed to slip between plates and steaming crimson blood began to stain the armour.
Hastily loaded rifles crashed, peppering the warriors again with a desperate volley barely wounding a one of the Mur, until they were silenced driven over the edge of the ship by the raiders.
Amidst the chaos Man'tiel felt alive. Combat was not his Passion but the thrill of carnage was real. With his men having forced the Osmarii formations apart the captain looked up to see the Osmarii Captain. He'd disarmed one of the armoured warriors and managed to slide his weapon through the gorget of the armour so its blade passed cleanly through the Mur's neck.
Enraged he charged unconcerned as the human slipped into a defensive stance, both hands on the grid holding from the shoulder, blade flat and pointed at his foe, ready to parry.
The first strike missed it's mark completely, Man'tiel staggering under the weight of the armour as cannon fire raked the small vessel again, blade passing over his foes equally surprised shoulder. The second was on target however, recovering swiftly, swinging Nan Sapwe in a wide arc. When brute strength proved ineffective he slipped into the long practised Waveform, sword held low, on an angle, his weight on the balls of his feet so that it could be shifted easily.
The Osmarii deflected the blow with a practised motion and stepped forward within Man'tiel's guard thrusting the longsword at the visor in the same motion only narrowly missing his eyes. They exchanged a series of viscous blows dancing around in a storm of steel and chitin wounds inflicted on both sides.
A reversed blow from Nan Sapwe had pulverised the Osmarii's arm causing it to hand limply two cuts pained Man'tiel greatly, one across his ribs the other over one eye, and bled profusely blinding him until he removed his helm.
Despite himself he could not help but respect his foe and saluted with a mailed arm before exposing his throat. However when his opponent reciprocated the gesture with his functional arm he felt overwhelmed by a sickness using the great Oarblade to steady himself as the world began to spin. To kill this man for sport, for his Passion was a sickening concept.
The Osmarii leapt forward in that moment as if sensing the end was near a final mortal thrust aimed at Man'tiel's throat.
It suddenly occurred to him that were he to die the Raider's themselves would likely be excommunicated, condemned for their piracy, killed. Good men and women for his simple failure to protect them.
The sense of sickness was gone in that moment, his body moving without him even thinking, forcing himself forward, past the outstretched longsword swinging Nan Sapwe in the same circular motion Waveform trained warriors to unthinkingly encompass into their movements.
There was but a moments resistance, then nothing as the sword traced a crimson arc through the air.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Posted - 2015.06.03 03:17:00 -
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Meanwhile......
Tamarri'sen watched with a mix of horror and admiration as the Fleet Captain dispatched his foe, he Bowspirit clasped in both bloodied hands still raised overhead. He was the Aspect of Vinnetir itself made manifest in the flesh. His furore was as it was described in the passions, malevolent and primal in its very nature.
Her breath caught a moment as the final blow was struck. The Osmarii Captain's neck a decapitated trunk, his head rolling across the deck.
She barely noticed as he weakly fell to his knee, collapsing under his own weight. The battle was done, bitter though it had been, the Maelstrom had been victorious despite the sheer number of wounded and dead, and the Captain remained unclaimed.
Her expression darkened once again, twisting in a mask of distaste. Striding across the stained decks blood pounding in her ears, as the last of the canon fire died away into nothing, and the few surviving Osmarii were throw overboard to the Drowners.
"He was not MEANT TO DIE" She screamed, striking the wounded Captain across the face with the heavy wooden idol again and again, her colour rising. "He was to been claimed for the Storm One! HE WAS NOT TO DIE!"
Man'tiel said nothing as the barrage of insults continued, berating him for his stupidity, cursing his very existence, and insinuating in Old Murrish that his mother had mated with a Skaum. A moment later she was pulled away from him by her two adepts, the Bowspirit taken from her grasp gleaming with his blood and looking like the finest offering she had ever conceived.
"YOU WILL NOT TREAT ME LIKE THIS!"
The bloodied Mur said nothing, instead running his tongue around the inside of his mouth as if checking the state of his teeth, instead choosing to spit a thick globule of blood and a pulverised fragment of a tooth onto the deck.
As her rage calmed she grasped at the Bowspirit which was eventually handed back to her, and turned to leave. She would let Man'tiel have his victory for now and work her frustrations out on the Parian woman. She froze however when Man'tiel began to chuckle, first softly, then with much more vigour.
He rose, staggered towards a newly established gangplank between the two ships, stopping only for the slightest of moments to whisper something to her. Before stumbling off unable to control himself.
"Playtime is over for you *****." He hissed between his teeth. He obviously had heard and committed her earlier promise to memory. " My quarters. Tonight."
"Crush all who complain!"
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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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The Coasts of the Southern Continent............ Near the Mar'hal Hidden Village
Sia'tri and two pathfinders rested just below the line hand buried into the grainy sands to prevent movement due to the tides and the waves above. Their observation of the strange inhabitants of the continent had yielded little in the twenty minutes they had spend submerged in sight of those few who seemed to be curing leathers or skins of some kind.
The Pathfinders were poorly armed bearing little enough but short spears, designed more to skewer fish or see off unwanted ocean predators than for hand to hand combat, and none of the Mur bore the traditional scale of their warriors, instead clad in simple leather harness with a waterproofed leather pouch containing graphite and some textile papers.
They seemed to be completely concealed beneath the waters until one of the smaller creatures in conversationwith an elder, an youth or pygmy, by Sia'tri's eyes pointed directly at them perhaps having spied the membranous folds of his fins which he noted had unfurled in the excitement of observing a new people.
"Hina preserve me" he muttered, into the coastal waters. "and M'kke's own luck be with me. "
Despite the urgent signalling of his two companions the Pathfinder surfaced. Rising out of the oceans so that only his eyes broken the surface, gauging the native's reactions, before rising up to his full height so that his chest rose above the waters. He allowed the rolling waves to push him into shore where stood before the Artugan's thrusting his spear into the tidal sands before advancing up the beach unarmed.
He noticed behind them that neither of the other Finder's had surface, he could pick out their dark second pair of eyelids and flared fins both prepared to flee if he should be killed. The jungle sun was intense and it took several moments before his own fully retracted allowing him to look upon them with pale green eyes.
To him they appeared to be vaguely reminiscent of the humanoids form the Northern continents with dark grey skin, unusually beautiful red hair, and nails that were significantly longer, shaped like cruel looking knives, and like his own people, and unlike the Northerners, shared the same cultural distaste for clothing though it appeared that their own attributes were completely external to the body unlike the polymorphic Mur.
What now drew her attention was the skins the natives seemed to be curing. From beneath the waves he had not been able to identify the material. However it was now apparent that it was flayed skin.
Mustering his courage he addressed them all, praying to Kalya for true bodily preservation from Ma'tyn's fate, starting with the lyrical Murrish language, shifting through other fractured examples of foreign languages. The message was the same every time.
"Hail Land-walkers the Folk of the Oceans greets you in friendship. Do not fear me. I speak for the Lady of the Whorl."
"Crush all who complain!"
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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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Revon, head of the Creed, and ruler of Patris was sailing home, during the journey he would wake up every single day as the sun rose and rest every night as it set, although one morning he did not rise. Tikul, a younger sailor had been sent to see why he had not exited his cabin as he regularly would, upon entering he found Revon unresponsive lying next to his most prized item, a gift from a now deceased Osmar ruler, a bronze tipped bloodstick.
"Revon, he ruled us all for a great many years, defied death many time, and slew the beast of the Crehl. He was a many of many years and many great deeds and now he rests with the Maker. He did not die violently, as many would have imagined, but rather peacefully in his sleep to rest with our Maker once more!" The ship's captain spoke, facing the ship's crew and passengers. He turned, uttering a few words before Revon's body was cast off to sea. "Rest well, we will see you again lord Revon."
Upon arrival in Corpselight a great many gathered at the harbour to watch as Revon left the ship, but were greeted with a couple dozen saddened sailors and the news of his death. Within a few days the news had spread like wildfire throughout the continent. His son, Jakyl, took rule as his mother, Galtan, had fell ill and passed away shortly after Revon departure.
Later in the week a Parian burst through the doors, out of breath, but unarmed.
"Speak, or I shall have you taken out of these halls." Jakyl spoke in a cold tone.
"Y-yes sir. I am from the... the... the expedition to the south. Raul and his ship are still on the land, but the Tal-Men arrived first. They had strange men in shackles by the time Raul made it to the beach. We set sail shortly after the Tal-Men." He forced out, in a quick burst of words.
"I see, these strange men, why were they chained?" Jakyl asked.
"Labour. Slaves to the Tal-Men. The... the Pan-Tal-Men corporation." The sailor said with disgust in his voice.
"Dismissed. I shall see to it that you are greatly rewarded for your findings, and the slave business is dealt with properly." Jakyl said, standing with the bronze tipped bloodstick in hand. "Men, bring me a messenger." as requested a Osmarii male was brought to him. "Write this down and present it to the head of the Pan-Tal-Men in the west..."
Message
Greetings from Jakyl, Ruler of Patris.
We have recently caught wind of your discoveries, and to be blunt, we find it a disgrace to take others into forced labour. The worst possible action is to take from others the direction in which they set their lives, and you have done this. We, as a major trading partner, and recent ally in the war against the Blood Raiders are now withdrawing our forces and denying Tal-Man goods until these people have been freed from their bonds.
May the Winds guide you in the correct direction. - Jakyl.
Intaki - Civire
Caldai State!
"Democracy is lies of freedom. Anarchy is it's truth."
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The Coasts of the Southern Continent............ Near the Mar'hal Hidden Village
Sia'tri remained quiet. There was little enough he owned that could be used to convince these natives that he meant them no harm or that he had something that would benefit them knowing so little of their culture. He rough smile crossed his features at the comedy of the situation, attempting to barter with a newly discovered people with nothing to offer them on an expedition he had inherited due to misfortune, he seemed to be fates fool.
The woman's words seemed familiar. Her talk of 'Tall Ones' seemed oddly familiar but he discounted the thoughts that jumped into his mind as nothing but mere conjecture. Also the mention of the term Artuga seemed out of place in the sentence..... perhaps this was their name for this place.
"You make strong case. I have nothing to me." He replied trying to modify the language that the longclaws seemed to understand raising his hands so that she could see his palms were empty. "We explored this land in the.... uh.... South.....did not expect to find you. Here and now."
A thought suddenly occurred to him and he reached for the water proofed pouch at his chest with one arm, raising the other to show he meant no harm. With surprising dexterity he undid the ties, unfurling the sack in the sand to reveal the drawing graphite and the papyrus quickly glancing up at the native who had spoken to him.
He began to draw using his experience as a pathfinder to trace the features of the woman and child. His sketch of a human subject was rough at best though he managed to capture the shape and general features of their faces in a portrait, the dusky grey tones of the native's skin, the manner by which the elder woman's claws curved slightly around the staff, but in his opinion by far it best captured the crimson hair.
Some twenty minutes later he self consciously offered the Artugan the drawing rather concerned that his offering was too meager or perhaps to abstract and removed from their culture for them to appreciate.
"I am sorry." He offered the woman. It was the best he could do. "For land-walker son and daughter."
He pointed at the picture, and then the pair of Artugans.
"I make this best as it can be. It is you. I draw you from my memories.... What I see of you. My word is true. I mean no harm."
"Crush all who complain!"
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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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Several days later...
The Queen's ship had at last returned from the festival. Many had turned out to greet her and the streets where lined with soldiers to keep the pathway to the castle clear. A carriage was arranged as soon as they royal flag was seen flying atop the incoming vessel. Upon docking the accompanying guard was split in two, half escorted the queen back to the keep whilst the other protected the merchants as they unloaded their cargo. It was a familiar but welcome sight for the Queen, two building jutted up above all else in the city, the Cathedral and the Palace. The path taken was strictly through the affluent sections, some had wondered if the Queen knew, or even cared about, the state of the districts less well off.
The escort reached the castle and +åschild entered, taking her position on the throne, with Krion ever at her side. After discussing minor affairs of the realm with the council Chancellor Eofor brought a more pressing matter to her attention.
"Your Majesty, it is with joy that I inform you that your sanctioned explorer has returned alive and well, and with news of land to the west."
"Is that so? I would like to speak with him." She then turned to the a pair of guards "You two, please, bring Godwin before me"
The two guards nodded dutifully and left the room. Several minutes passed before the doors opened again and in came Godwin looking like his old self. Well groomed and adorned with extravagant clothing he knelt before the Queen.
"It is an honour Your Majesty."
"You may rise. I am most eager to heard of what your expedition has yielded."
"Thank you. I am afraid to report that I was unable to physically bring back anything due to...complications. But I have discovered an Island far to the est. A populated one at that. Far warmer than our own land. I discovered a civilisation of cat-man hybrids, the Island is called Kirath"
At first the idea of a cat-man hybrid seemed outlandish, but considering she had spent her time amongst fish-men it was not unreasonable.
"You put me in a difficult position. I have little more than your word, but if what you say is true then I would be a fool not to let you follow up.
These 'people' you speak of, they were friendly? Civilised?"
"I found them and their King most hospitable m'lady. Indeed they are, not as civilised as us of course, but it would be easy to negotiate with them.
You were most generous with your previous endorsement, but if you were willing I would like to request your permission to establish a permanent settlement on this Island and use it to explore further. I have the funds needed for the resources, all I need are the ships."
The Queen sat in thought for a few moments, before bidding Godwin to leave the room so that she may discuss the situation with her advisors. Many things were discussed, the cost of such an expedition, the benefit, the possibility of allying with these new people and brining religion to them. After a few minutes Godwin was summoned back and given his answer.
"Once again, I have decided to accept your proposal. I will grant you seven ships, four frigates and three transports. You will take with you a regiment of my soldiers as provided by the Marshall and two seers, one of each discipline. Recruit volunteers to help you colonise the land. You will act as leader of the colony and as a representative to the people of Kirath. Befriend them, do your most to improve relations with them. You are dismissed and may depart at your leisure."
"This is wonderful news my Queen. You are most generous and I assure you your faith in me is not misplaced."
As Godwin left ecstatic, short only a skip in his step, the Queen posed a question to the Chancellor, to which she knew the answer already.
"Tell me Lord Eofor, if I had this King of theirs beholden to me, what would I then be?"
"Why, an Empress Your Majesty"
She smiled softly at hearing that, the word sounding pleasant to her.
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Posted - 2015.06.03 23:26:00 -
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The Coasts of the Southern Continent............ Near the Mar'hal Hidden Village
Sia'tri breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow against all odds the Arutuga, or whatever name they went by, seemed to like the drawing passing it to the smaller person whom it was not apparent was merely a child rather than some stunted breed. As they turned to leave he jogged back to the spear still firmly embedded in the sand waving frantically to the two still submerged Mur who poked their heads out of the waves with concerned expressions.
"You!" He shouted pointing at the faster swimmer. "Pal! Bring the others. Have them camp in the cove to the east. Shu'm and I shall accompany these people. Await us some time tomorrow."
The two Mur hesitated but his excitement was infectious and Pal, the thin male whooped loudly, diving into the waves and rapidly disappearing into the depths. Shu'm on the other hand simply dove into the waves, using her powerful limbs and the waves to build up speed so she could launch herself out of the oceans covering some three meters to stand beside Sia'tri.
Despite her efforts her expression bespoke a concern and she looked doubtful that the Pathfinder's excitement would hold firm.
They followed the Artuga into the jungle keeping a respectable distance between themselves and the younglings their short spears tucked under their arms, their points facing the ground as they navigated the rough jungle terrain.
"This is a bad idea Sia'tri." Shu'm muttered simply as they ducked under a series of low hanging vines. Furling her bright green fins against green-blue flesh.
"In all likelihood yes."
"Then why commit us to this foolishness."
"Shu'm you have spawned have you not?." He asked deflecting the her question. "You are with us because they are whelped to adulthood and you are a Matron no more. Is this not so?
"Aye. Two whelped to be masons and a third to the Passions." Her tone was proud, all crafts were widely respected amongst the Mur and by extension the crafter who practised them. To whelp two in one brood was quite the achievement and to have one accept a Passion in of itself was a wonderful thing.
"You nurtured them well? Plucked at their fins when they did wrong. Whet them when they had the Dry Fevers." He grunted painfully as one of his fins caught against one of the trees unfurling it in a flash of orange, taking a moment to inspect the delicate membrane and tenderly tuck it carefully back against his forearm.
"Aye. As a mother should."
"That is why. Because I think they would like you and because it must be done."
That quieted her protests as they followed the Long-claws through their jungle expectantly scanning the jungle for any sign of their destination. The Pathfinder jogged up to the fore of the line to the one the child had called Ria. He took a moment to appreciate their grey skin and fiery hair, comparing it to his own heavily scarred pale blue skin which continued to glisten as a result of natural oil coating. A moment later he addressed her, raising his chin in the most respectable manner be could muster.
"Lady Longclaw...... where do we go? What is this land and who are your people?"
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Posted - 2015.06.03 23:57:00 -
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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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In Osmarium......... the Mur Embassies and Trade Houses
It was a disaster. The worst Kal'm thought he had ever come across. From his window overlooking the Dockyard Skadii-an Trade Houses he could see spread out before him, writhing in a tangled mass of shells, tentacles, and broken wooden pallets was a tonne of freshly imported Kresh.
While not initially popular amongst the Osmarii the canny diplomat may or may not have let slip at one of the noble gatherings that eating Kresh allowed the Mur to retain such a physically developed form. Amongst the vain nobility it had become somewhat of an overnight sensation amongst the Lords and Ladies of the court and orders had been placed backdating some months for fresh supplies of the molluscs.
He groaned hanging his head in his hands. This would set him back weeks and much wealth......a particularly portly Duke from the Crasmere region had ordered a full two tonnes of the creature. It was for this that he sat in his cramped office drafting a letter of apology to the lord attempting to explain the loss of mechanise and assuring him that his product would be delivered shortly.
Despite himself he could put a damper on the general morale of the Mur. The Festival of Kalya had been a rousing success with much singing and dancing in the Dockyards and the Merchant's Quarter, and a great feast had taken place both inside the Trade Houses for the Mur and the Osmarii craftsmen, and outside for the guests, even the Daughter of Vinnetir has offered their services for free during the Festival choosing from amongst hundreds of men and women who came before them.
He additionally scrawled out a brief letter to Harbour Master Dammel of Rhen-Ys to send more Kresh to the ports of Crasmere, thankful that the elder Master had offered to be his business partner, printing the Shalvyian sigil in the corner and entrusting a chest of valuable silks, metals, and crafts including a pair of rather humorous books, one attempting to discuss the reproductive habits of the Daughters from a woefully misinformed Osmarii perspective and another trashy romance said to have been inspired by a night with the two Mur, to cover his expenses and tithes to the crown to go back on the vessel which had escorted the Queen back into harbour.
He just hoped that that no more losses be incurred within the month or his fins would dull due to stress. Finally done with his diplomatic and business works be quickly dressed himself in his formal Aklae, the leather breeches and loose fitting mantle. He had yet another dinner party to attend with a family of lesser regional nobility.
"Crush all who complain!"
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Sia'tri and Shu'm stared up as the trees ascended into a dense canopy that obscured his view of whatever hidden village the Artugians made made their home, sharing a look a doubtful looks with one another for the briefest of moments, before shamefully asking the Artugians to carry them up the trunks.
"I fear our bodies are not suited for climbing such trees. The vines will be too slippery for us." He explained running the unsharpened end of his spear across his palm several times so that the tip gleamed with a thin layer of water permeable oil preferring it to Ria so she could see for herself.
Before they Artugian's did port them up the trees the pair practised the gestures Ria had shown them, alternating roles so that both had a fair understanding of the phrases, only stopping to ask Ria the occasional question about the greeting ritual and stopping to explain their own.
Land-walkers, Sia'tri observed, were a curious people and seemed to have many strange notions of what was.
Confident they had memorised the phrase the stood by the base of the trees thankful that they themselves did not have to climb the slick and tangled vines themselves.
"Whom.... will take me?" asked Shu'm trying to match her speech to that of the Artugians glancing around.
"Crush all who complain!"
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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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The Coasts of the Southern Continent............ The Mar'hal Hidden Village
The climb to the upper boughs of the massive trees was a nerve racking ordeal for the Mur, the Artugians carrying them making slow progress up the vine covered trunks creating a dizzying vista of the jungle floor below that caused Sia'tri's head to swim as he began to perceive the riotous colours below. It reminded him of climbing the heavy rigging of the Thallassae ships though without the reassuring and predictable motions of the ocean below, instead replacing that sensation with the oddly graceful motions of their porters.
He glanced across at Shu'm. Her face was pale and drawn. It appeared that she was not wholly comfortable with heights as the youthful Artugian woman bore her higher and higher, her arm tightly wrapped around her, white knuckled rapidly muttering what Sia'tri supposed were prayers under her breath.
"You should....whoa.....watch out for her Shu'm." He tried to explain playfully, his own voice bordering on panic with every sudden movement, earning him a scornful glare. " The one carrying you.... she has.... Goddess preserve me! She has many lovers but apparently no husband ....something like that."
As they neared the canopy the foliage drew back and a pair of men entered his view. Beneath him Ria stopped as vines were lowered down to them, Sia'tri taking it and tying it in a knot so that was strongly secured around his chest using it and the aid from the natives above to clamber onto a platform above.
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"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Posted - 2015.06.04 04:18:00 -
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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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Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.04 04:37:00 -
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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. "
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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