Orrin None-son
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Post by Orrin None-son on Feb 2, 2008 13:26:41 GMT -5
Steadily working his way silently along the crest of the wooded hill, the Urk watches the combat training with earnest respect. These near children have taken up arms and chased off the invaders. The rulers of a nearby larger kingdom had attacked and captured the realm, No soldiers left alive to defend it, there seemed no hope of recovering freedom. But, this small band of teens, barely old enough to work the fields, took up the arms of the fathers and headed out to reclaim their lands.
They not only reclaimed their home, they began a revolt. Their numbers have swelled and their gear improved. They now make their own weapons and armor, as opposed to what they can take from their enemies. They have devised a Government and cast system. They have made the old kingdom a new nation to be feared.
As the urk slides quietly down the backside of the hill, he hears a voice really close by.
"I promise sir, There is something over here... it was grey and ugly and it was watching the camp.”
After weeks of watching the progress of these young warriors, he recognized the voice as that of one of the 'Spartans'. An Elite group of youngsters, who focused their combat in close quarters squad-like tactics, much like the old world Spartans they took their name from.
Knowing he was found, the Urk decided it was time. There was no point to hiding any longer; there was nothing further he could learn from here, he needed to talk to them, to gauge their reactions, and to try to gain their trust. He stepped into the clearing.
"Hai, an Urk is here."
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Post by Nicholai Graff on Feb 2, 2008 21:11:04 GMT -5
Hearing the unexpected footsteps, and subsequent voice behind him, the Spartan quickly span and brought his shield to bare.
" An Urk? what is an Urk? Speak... Monster!
The Spartan had many years travelling over this earth had never yet heard of an Urk.
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Alo Taleweaver
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Post by Alo Taleweaver on Feb 3, 2008 19:12:30 GMT -5
"If by 'monster' the brave warrior refers to one who is not human than his assesment should be deemed correct. If he refers instead to the defintion of one who is unlike himself, he would be sorely mistaken. It seems that we are at an impass, because this Urk is not as fond of words as I am. If I may be permitted the honor of being recived under the banner of good will, perhaps I can help.
Assuming of course that my verbosity many be taken as an excusible vice," chattered a cloaked figure for the top of the steep hill.
The figure, in an effort to disend the hill in a similar manner to the urk, loses his footing. Recovering, he tucks his head into his chest and tumbles the remaining distance to the Spartan, springing to his feet and laughing to himself.
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Post by Nicholai Graff on Feb 4, 2008 19:18:15 GMT -5
Seeing the rather dead-footed human tumble down the hill, a small smirk came across Dienekes Face, though only for a moment as he took a step back putting distance between himself and this new entrant, though his shield and spear still at the ready.
"Well, he certainly isnt Human, and I dont know who he, or for that matter, who you are, and until that changes, you are staying on the other side of this shield and away from my brothers..." motioning to the stocky spartan not far away, "from where do you hail, human and... urk? How did you find us... and who sent you?"
at which point he levels his spear at the man now roughly ten feet away.
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Post by Necavi D. Omnes on Feb 5, 2008 0:06:31 GMT -5
A slender hand rested on the agitated Spartan's shoulder, seemingly out of nowhere as a wraith of a figure appeared from behind him. "Its not polite to raise your spear to our guests, especially those uninvited. Perhaps we should learn what our visitors want, before you lift your weapon? After all, we may startle the poor dears... And after their weary travel, I'm sure they're aching," a not-so-subtle lilt of the voice is mandatory in all introductions, in her opinion, "for refreshments and some... Rest." The flicker of a smile crossed her lips as she slid her hand from his form and to her own hip, flipping auburn hair from her eyes (only to have it fall back, go figure) and cocking her head just to the side to get a look at the two intruders. "Though my brother is right. Please, answer his questions." Her only visible eye, hunter green and flecked with black looked over the hooded man and the twisted 'Urk', emotions caged behind a lucid mask of curiousity. Repulsion was there though, evident only by the manner in which she stuck close to her comrade in arms.
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ajax
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Post by ajax on Feb 5, 2008 0:45:33 GMT -5
Leveling his sheild and spear next to his spartan brother Ajax was wary of the unexpected vistors for many have claimed to come in peace only to strike when their hosts are least prepared.. upon Necavi's words Ajax lifts his spear but as long as they vist he will not let his eyes wander far from the human and this "urk"
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Post by Orrin None-son on Feb 6, 2008 8:09:50 GMT -5
Watching the exchange between the three humans, Orrin fights back a smile. A smile which has been known to make grown men wet themselves. Turning to Alo, he hunches down slightly to lesson his heigth, and hopefully making him seem less threatening. Not completly sure how to say what they seek, he just speaks, hoping Alo will translate any mistakes.
"We see console of washovaki muth-muri. We bring threatening words."
Looking at the three of them, he tries to gauge thier reactions accordingly. Not smelling any fear, only apprehension, understandable when a monster you didn't know existed shows up so close to your home.
Seeing the way these warriors train, with the mothers right along beside the sons, it brings up memories of sitting around the hanmuthi begging the Lorekeeper to tell him more about Dar-yat, the reborn Muth-Mauk. At the memories of his Hanmuthi, the waves of regret and longing for home pass quickly through him, and anger him momentarily. The memory cause a snarl to pass over his face momentarily. Then realizing how that must have looked, to these three warriors, he tries to laugh it off. Which sounds like a growling hiss, showing sharp pointed teeth.
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Alo Taleweaver
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Post by Alo Taleweaver on Feb 6, 2008 10:39:13 GMT -5
Fighting back laughter at the cultural misscommunication, Alo tries to explain.
"What the Urk said would be directly translated as 'We need to talk to your mom. You are in trouble.' I find that the connotations of such a translation falling short of the true meaning which is more to the effect of 'We have bad news. Who do we need to talk to?"
Turning to gather his things from behind a nearby bush, Alo spoke in soft tones. "Ma kramav...thwa muth-muri. Thwa teemhani, thwa spluf, thwa falfhissi ! Ma thwa fwilak."
Strapping his shield across his back and looping his axe through his belt, Alo spoke once again in the common tounge. "From your training, it would seem that you are skilled fighters. We are here because of a mutual goal. Freedom is a prize we esteem highly, and some seek to take it from you as well as our own people."
Ignoring the spear, Alo starts to walk down to the training grounds, hissing slightly.
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Post by Nicholai Graff on Feb 6, 2008 19:02:17 GMT -5
The Spartan Warrior, still very weary, lowers his Spear only after Necavi's and this hooded figures words, "Know then, that I am watching you, very closely, before we take you to the GrandMasters, I would like to hear youe message. Anything you can say to them you can say to me... Ajax, stay on the other side of them, they are staying between you and me."
As he says that, he slides out of his battle stance and instead stares the urk right in its eyes, simultaniously sizing up this new arrival, gazing upon his interesting tattoo.
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Post by Necavi D. Omnes on Feb 6, 2008 19:24:19 GMT -5
A flicker of annoyance crossed Necavi's face as she slid up to Alo, gaining enough speed to get in front of him and turn to stop him with her hand held out, chest level. "Stop. This minute. You did not ask permission to enter, and if you want this meeting to go well, you'll do best to mind yourself. That's like forcing your way into another's household. Quite rude, and I know you wouldn't appreciate it..." She tossed her hair back from her face to reveal, for a brief moment, a silver-violet eye before more hair fell in the way. "And to think, you pride yourself on tact and words. From the looks of it domin," She glanced up at the Urk, then back at the monk, "your friend here has better manners than you." A light breeze touched the hem of Necavi's hakama and ruffled the fabric, making soft 'swish' noises, lifting the scent of lilac through the air, and momentarily letting the clouds part so that the moon could peek down on the rather tense situation. Once more a smile relaxed her face, and a light laugh forced its way out from her throat and parted her rosey lips. "Before you enter, don't you wish to know our names? The titles of the people who surround you?"
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Post by Orrin None-son on Feb 6, 2008 19:44:06 GMT -5
Seeing that Alo has done jus as much damage to the first impressions as himself, he attempts a peace gesture. Attemting to make the sounds of human laughter, he makes a noise similar to a cat with a hairball.
" Forgiving to Alo. We come from Caravan. Camp is open and home is sky, where we sleep. Muth-la give permision for all to enter. One mother, may we seek entrance unto your Han-muthi, and seek Muth-la's wisdom with your mothers and sons?
We have known you from the hills for many rests now. Names are known to us of must of you."
The Urk decides to attempt a human show of repect, and bows down to one knee, then he raises his hand in salute, scratching his eyebrow with his own clawed fingers. But, doesn't seem to notice the small bead of blood now on his forhead.
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Post by ajax on Feb 6, 2008 22:53:45 GMT -5
Going to the other side of the strangers Ajax stands tall and eyes the strangers cautiously paying special attention to the urk though rough and some what appalling Ajax can sense that this urk has seen his fair share of combat but for now he has made no gesture to hurt them so he will wait and hear their story as to why they have come
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Alo Taleweaver
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Post by Alo Taleweaver on Feb 7, 2008 13:05:49 GMT -5
Alo, stopped by the young woman and the realization of his own faux pas, sent up a silent prayer before speaking again.
"Lady, thank you for your insight to my boarish introductions. I am Alovabach, or Alo. It would have been my wish you meet you and you family beside a roaring fire while swapping stories. It seems the urgency of the situation has made uncouth. Please forgive me."
Bowing low he continues, "I am a man who fights to defend his home and his people. We are here because an invasion is immenent, and it goes against my nature to ask others for help."
Turning to face the others the begins to absently click through his prayer beads. "The two of you are the shieldmen that use the tight formations, yes? It would be an honor to learn your names, and your story. Blademadien, the Urk tell legends of a queen named Dargu who was wise and fierce. It seems you have the same stars that guide you. Please will you extend hospitality to an Urk and his brute?"
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ajax
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Post by ajax on Feb 7, 2008 21:47:50 GMT -5
"Ajax is my name monk and the one on your right is called Dienekes were are Spartans known for our supior fighting skill and tactics and that tight formation of which you speak is call a phalanx and every Spartan warrior knows he is only as strong as his brother next to him which is why we train constantly to hone our skills for if there is one break in the phalanx the whole thing will fall apart now that I have told you my name and story monk perhaps you can tell me who is invading you home and why do you come to us for aid"
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Post by Tormir on Feb 12, 2008 16:35:48 GMT -5
A fly steadily buzzed closer, surveying the scene with amusement. If there was to be killing, he and his kind could feast and thrive... If not, perhaps they should seek other fields where the fighting and confrontations were more fierce.
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