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Post by Nicholai Graff on Feb 18, 2008 21:52:07 GMT -5
"As my brother said, I am Dienekes, I have been choosen as Leader of the Spartans here in Alterran lands. Now, pray tell what this invasion is you are speaking of..."
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Post by Necavi D. Omnes on Feb 20, 2008 10:06:13 GMT -5
"Well obviously Dienekes," the lady piped, "our guests need accomodations. Let's settle around the fire, before any bad tensions start to snap, aye?" She flashed a smile to the monk, then up at the Urk. "Come, lets get some refreshments." Her voice thickened somewhat at the thought of bringing strangers into their camp, and her stomach flopped at the potential reaction of both Ajax and Dienekes to her commanding words, and the response of the visitors. However she pushed her nervousness aside by waving her hand lightly, and turning her back to the group of people. Necavi started walking back, but not before calling over her shoulder, "there we can discuss the meaning behind your words 'mothers' and 'sons', and what it is you want." It wasn't so much as her concern to her comrade's reactions, though, but rather whether or not the odd pair would try to attack them unawares. Saying a small prayer beneath her breath was enough to give her confidence though, just enough in the two Spartans to protect her. Brothers in arms and in life, she knew them well, and she knew that they'd fight to their enemies' death if the moment called for it.
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Orrin None-son
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Post by Orrin None-son on Feb 20, 2008 19:54:52 GMT -5
As the group approached the Camp, Orrin stopped short and turned to Alo, "Is it customery to wait or follow?"
Looking at the Small women, and two soldiers, he speaks up a qustion.
"Forgiveing. I am unknown f your customs. Do we enter, or await to be called to hanmuthi?"
He turns to Ajax and crouches down to a even heigth.
" May you have water? To wet my voice?"
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Post by ajax on Feb 20, 2008 21:37:09 GMT -5
You may follow though may I apologzie in advance some of our members may be startled by your appearence but I assure it is only because you are new to us. As for that water why we have plenty when we get to the fire I'll fetch you some.
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Post by Tormir on Feb 20, 2008 23:18:57 GMT -5
If flies had vocal organs, the one surveying the scene below it as it buzzed lazily would surely have laughed. It flitted here and there, landing on various things, sampling them and buzzing off before any of the human or humanoid biped's could squish it.
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Post by Ilyia Wyst Shadowsbane on Feb 27, 2008 22:01:30 GMT -5
An elven ranger scouting out the area and silently taking note of all the going ons, swats at a fly before slipping silently away.
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Post by Orrin None-son on Feb 28, 2008 8:31:15 GMT -5
At the promise of shared water, Orrin Relaxes a bit. Alo and he, had finished off their supply that morning. If he had to the the little man whine about how thirsty he was again, he was gonna piss in the canteen and see how long it took Alo to figure it out. And he was alittle thirsty himself.
As they neared the Campfires, Orrin Stopped short. He seemed perplexed about something. Wanting to follow his own customs , yet alittle nervous about how it would be taken. He didn't want them to think he was making himself at home in their camp.
"One mother, it is right for me to remove the hard clothes in hanmuthi. I cannot come in, in war."
Elbowing Alo he he looks bothered. The words sounded right before he said them, and he didn't know any other way to say it. But once it was out he realized it was horribly wrong, adn hoped dearly that Alo would correct the translation for him.
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Alo Taleweaver
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Post by Alo Taleweaver on Mar 5, 2008 15:03:52 GMT -5
Alo whispers to the Urk, "Are you wanting a bath, or just to enter hanmuthi?"
Turning to the rest, he asks " Should we leave our weapons and armor outside? I am uncertain of your customs."
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Post by Orrin None-son on Mar 9, 2008 22:37:58 GMT -5
Orrin looks flustered, as it seems Alo has gotten so nervous as to forget Urkzimmuthi customs. He turns back to the younger warriors and trys again to get his intent across.
"Muth, it is no honor to wear hard clothes- *tugs on a portion of his simple armor as if to emphasize his point* when entering hanmuthi- *holds his arms out to show he means their campsite.*. It would be right for me to remove them.
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Post by Tiberius Eaghra on Mar 10, 2008 16:15:04 GMT -5
A young man with flowing bronze hair stepped behind the large, questioning figure. He stood a few paces to the back and left of the large humanoid. The younger man was clad in traveling clothes, black and green and torn by wear, and some black leather armour. He announced his presence with these words: "Hail, friend. Do as your customs call; we do not wish to make you uncomfortable while you are yet a guest. I, also, will honor your customs." As he said this, the young man unstrapped his bracers and breastplate and let them fall to the ground. He then unbuckled the sheath to a gleaming, ornate blade from his waist and entered the camp. Having already picked up his dropped armour, he placed them alongside his sword in a nearby tent.
"Come, my friend, and sit. You look weary from hard travel," he pointed to a chair, crudely constructed from wood. A strange symbol was carved upon the back of the chair, a symbol that represented the lineage of this warrior. He also placed another chair beside the first, for the monk. "Allow me to gather you both some water." The unarmored warrior turned to go, but after taking a few steps he stopped, turned, and bowed as he spoke, "oh, and you may call me Eaghra. I am happy to welcome you to Alterra." Then he turned again and began to walk to a nearby stream, carrying two water jugs with him.
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Post by Alo Taleweaver on Mar 12, 2008 1:43:28 GMT -5
Alo stumbles to the tent, finnally realizing that he has pushed himself to far. The wound he'd been trying to hide has finnally overtaken him.
"The Sea Wolfs...come. They will not....raid again. They come to take the land. Das Erlking..."
Alo collapsed, unable to continue.
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Post by Tormir on Mar 27, 2008 19:17:02 GMT -5
A figure slowly and stealthily made it's way through the woods. It wasn't easy to be stealthy with wings. At the edge Tormir could see the fires of a camp. He leapt into the air and beat his wings franticly. He was above the trees in virtually no time at all. He lit in a tree at the very edge and watched the people going about their business. He seen a young man headed to the stream with two water jugs and seen a man stumble to a tent and collapse. They seemed friendly. But so had every other group of humans he had encountered. Until they learned of the truth of him. Then they came for him with priests, monks and paladins. None could touch him. He was both blessed and damned by the Gods. He had given up on the entire race after the ordeal with the Talmonts. He had only been trying to protect them. It wasn't his fault that there were flawless assassins. He narrowed his eyes at the memory. It was of little coincidence. He leapt forward and gave his wings a precise three beats and folded them, dropping to the edge of the camp with practiced ease.
"Hail friends! I come in peace. I am weary and looking for a place in the world." He laughed, a sound that would chill the marrow. "I will aid in whatever you wish if you will have me." With that proclamation made, he stepped back. Perhaps he had spoken boldly for an introduction, but he was tired of being shy about it. It seemed to get him no where.
With that, he waited...
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Post by Tyr on Oct 25, 2008 18:53:04 GMT -5
Tyr had just set up camp next to the stream, he was weary from the hunt, his prize, some rabbits and a ferret, lay at his feet, he could hear the young man approach however he sensed no danger from him, he did not run to hide his presence but merely waited for his guest to arrive, he took to cooking one of the rabbits for soon to be guest. he knew that they had made contact with Orrin not to long ag, Orrin knew not that his friend had followed him here to this land, he had been watching the urk for some days he had takin great interest in these young warriors. he must be here to fetch water for Orrin and his companion,
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Post by Logar on Nov 4, 2008 14:52:21 GMT -5
After coming to a clearing, Ephraim stops the horse and turns to the cloaked woman atop its back " shall we stop and make camp here milady?"She nods and with that he helps her down, sits her down next to tree and hands her his a dagger "You know how to use this correct?" she nods again, he lowers his pack and takes out a small hachet "i must gather fired wood i shall be back shortly" and with that he takes to the woods.
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