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Eric Kattaisson
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« Reply #105 on: April 14, 2008, 10:54:05 PM »

As Eric wandered away from the harbour district, the bracing wind died down a little.  The stone buildings that lined the streets seemed to be protecting the city from the wild weather.  The soft snow silently fell from the soot black sky, gently blanketing everything with a pure white coat.

Eric felt suffocated.  The innocent snow seemed insidious in its unrelenting advance.  It seemed to Eric as though the gods were laying a funeral shroud over the city.

Continuing his journey onwards, Eric started to feel the unpleasant sensation of being away from his boat and the sea.  It was a creeping, prickly feeling that slowly crawled up his spine and over his brain.

The floor didn't feel right.  It didn't sway and pitch like it ought.  The air didn't smell right.  It was stagnant and lacking its usual salty tang.  And it was too quiet by far!

Eric licked his lips and started to sing the chantey that he had started on the Runner.  It made him feel better; more at ease.  A comforting connection to his crew and the sea.

"Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bum'er,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And 'ere's to the 'ealth of each true-'earted lass!"


Suddenly, the narrow streets widened into a large square.

Eric stopped in his tracks as he regarded it.  Smiling, he nodded his head in appreciation.  The whole square was filled with ghostly sculptures made from ice.  They sparkled all over as they bathed in a sea of light provided by lanterns hung atop poles.

Turning to take a closer look at one, Eric marvelled at the fine workmanship.  Maybe this place wasn't going to be so bad, after all!

It seemed as though this was the main square, or at least a very popular one.  There were a number of fresh tracks in the snow, and Eric could see a few people wandering around.

Deciding that he'd need a little help in locating the inn, Eric approached a man who was walking quickly past. "Ahoy there, mate!"  he said in a jovial tone.  The man stopped walking and turned his head in Eric's direction.  "Does 'ee know where I can find The Wison's Breath Inn?"

"Of course," the man replied.  Then, after having a quick look around, he pointed in a southerly direction.  "It's that way.  Not much further."

Eric thanked the man and set off again, walking further south.

Soon enough, a building came into view that seemed to be busy.  The snow outside its door hadn't had a chance to settle properly, and warm light flooded out from its front windows.  Eric made his way over to have a closer look.

When he saw the sign hanging above its door, he smiled again.  So this be the Wison's, then, he thought to himself with pleasure.

It was just the kind of tavern that he was looking for; upmarket and obviously catering to the more well-heeled members of Remusiat society.  The kind of people that wouldn't mind spending a few more coins to purchase fine liquor.

After straightening his hat and stroking his beard into place, Eric slowly opened the door and made his entrance.

It was time to play the wealthy merchant game!
« Last Edit: April 15, 2008, 06:25:28 PM by Eric Kattaisson » Logged

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« Reply #106 on: April 15, 2008, 10:30:04 AM »

Céyehne wanted so badly to assure the woman Azhira that she, too, had been hurt before. Instead, she kept her ginger lips tightly closed and simply listened. She reached up to smooth her snowy hair and calmly looked into the eyes of the mage woman as she seemed to assess her as well. When her questions came piling out, the Shadowmancer smiled. There was the inquisitive nature that would get them much farther on this little excursion.

The issue now was that she was not sure why Torscha wanted to do this. He seemed deathly.. well, near-to-deathly, of magic and its use. She wanted entirely sure why he wanted to speak with Azhira, let alone keep her alive and safe. Nevertheless, he waited in the Wison’s Breath Inn, she was sure of it. Although it had been only a few hours since their first meeting, she knew he was there, and she knew he would not abandon their search nor her.

Easily standing again, her movements as smooth and fluid as always, the Kar-ii looked down at Azhira. ”I b’ havin’ t’ prove me trust then? So b’ it..” She mulled that over in her mind. She was a small, timid woman, usually the one afraid and ready to run and hide. This was such a strange predicament to be in. ”T’ one guard has seen ye, bu’ if ye keep yer hood up, ye’ll make it t’ t’ Inn an’ we’ll fin’ me frien’ in a room. He b’ t’ one with somethin’ t’ say… “ She paused for a moment, her voice strengthening. ”Bu’ I b’ wantin’ t’ keep ye safe, an’ I will.”

Giving a firm nod and pulling the black hood of her cloak up, the dancer moved her small figure lithely out the open window. She stood in the snowy street, thinking of her home and how beautiful the weather was despite the bitter breeze. It did not bother her. She first checked for busyness in the street, and when it looked to be fairly clear she reached a slender arm back into the building and motioned for the woman to follow.
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Céyehne
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« Reply #107 on: April 18, 2008, 03:50:37 AM »

Following the directions of the barkeeper had brought Toama and the old man to the city square. The unconscious woman in her arms was starting to weigh, but she was fine so long as she could keep moving. Entering the square no longer made her stop in the way that it had the very first time she'd seen it, but she still very much enjoyed the sight it offered, even when it was dark like now. Strategically placed torches reflected in the sculptures, so it was still rather a spectacle, despite the fact that you couldn't see most of the actual shapes.

Two people passed her, their cloaks drawn tightly around themselves and their hoods drawn up. They were headed towards the building next to Toama. She looked at it for a moment, before she realised that it was that other inn. Everything looked so different in the dark... Apart from these two, she didn't see very many people on the square. In fact, she saw none at all. And who could be blamed for staying inside in all this cold? There was even snow falling... She couldn't help it, she much preferred the heat of the desert, even if the nights there could become as cold as this weather.

Feeling the snow on her arms made her realise that she'd not only left her bow in her room, but also her cloak. She'd been so preoccupied with the woman that she hadn't thought about the coldness of the night air. It didn't really matter though. Carrying the woman was producing quite enough warmth that the snow couldn't do anything - it practically melted away before it touched her. She would still be glad to get inside that temple though.

She stopped for a moment, right next to the inn, and tried to orientate. She shifted the woman in her arms a bit for better grip, then looked at the elderly man. "You rememberink how woman say we go? Square is lookink different in night..." She'd find the right way eventually, she had no doubt, but she needed a little reminder of the words that the woman had used. Was it the street straight ahead, on the other side of the square? Or was it the one going to the right? She looked up at the man, hoping that he knew the answer. He was a bit taller than her, something like a palmspan. He was closing on two peds, she estimated. That made him almost like a giant among humans, but he didn't look the part - maybe because he stooped slightly.

Her eyes turned back to the other side of the square. She had to know, she'd passed that temple. But was it the one straight ahead or the one to the right... If she wasn't carrying a person, she would scratch her head. As it was, she just looked from one street to the other, then shifted her burden once more and prepared to cross the square - they had to be on the other side in any case, of that she was sure.
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« Reply #108 on: April 20, 2008, 11:51:07 AM »

Azhira followed the shadow dancer reluctantly at first, as she moved slowly and with care, but decided that she could be trusted after all, for now, and moved behind her. She kept pace with her newfound friend and never looked up for more than a few blinks as she wanted to keep her head low and her hood covering her bald head. The wind was becoming bitter cold and the snow was beginning to accumulate on her shoulders and hood.

Azhira managed to glance up and saw the shadow woman ahead of her. Her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed at the sight of another woman in the street. Azhira paused, her steps slowing, as she continued to stare at the other woman.

Something about her...

The mage stopped and caught Ceyehne's arm. Azhira looked at the familiar woman. Not even thinking, she asked: "Do you need help?"
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Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin
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« Reply #109 on: April 21, 2008, 12:16:59 PM »



Brem opened his eyes, turned and left the Wison Breath Inn.  He had no more stomach for what went on within its walls.  Those people were all dead, they just did not yet realize it.  He needed to get away from them; away from the stinking, rotting flesh that assailled his senses and threatened to make him nauseous.  The were animated corpses; vacant eyes staring out from rotting skulls, nothing more.

The cold wind soothed his mind, and he came to a stop, leaned against a stone wall, and panted heavily.  The world spun about, and wave after wave of nausea hit him until the contents of his stomach forced their way up and out.  He doubled over as spasm after spasm splashed bile onto the snow at his feet. 

When he was through, he rose straight once more, and wiped his mouth onto the sleeve of his coat.  He needed to get to the temple.  It was the one place in the city where he knew the old gods, the real gods, would be there to hear his pleas.  He needed to rest, to regain his senses.  The gods would show him the way.  They would show him the true path.

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« Reply #110 on: April 21, 2008, 07:15:40 PM »

Zann maintained his pace with that of the woman, following her until they should reach the temple. With each step he grew less interested. Why should he go all the way to a heathen temple? Thoughts of turning around and going back to the tavern crossed his mind many times. This is not his problem. If she want her to be healed by some fake priest then so be it.

A gaze at the barmaid and her pale features kept him from deserting the woman. She needed help, and if the barmaid can't take her to a temple, event if it isn't one of Nehtor, then it's u to him and his companion. Pagan temple or not, he'll bring the woman to the place, and he'll watch over her too.

"You rememberink how woman say we go? Square is lookink different in night..."

"Huh?" replied the puzzled priest. it took him some time before he was able to decipher the meaning of what she said. "Oh, the way to the temple," He said. "I'm sorry, I am but a foreigner in this strange land. perhaps we should ask one of the residents here?" It doesn't take a wise man to tell him that they should get to a shelter as soon as possible.
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« Reply #111 on: April 22, 2008, 05:46:17 AM »

The man assured her that he didn't know the way. Much use he was... she would almost wish that he'd go back to the inn and leave her to deal with it. But maybe she would need him later on, so she didn't tell him to go back. Instead, she made up her mind that it was the way straight ahead. She was just about to walk in that direction, when she was addressed by one of the persons that had been passing, who asked if she needed help. Glancing down at the woman in her arms for a moment, she shook her head. "No, not needink help, unless you know... way..." She fell silent, because just at that moment she'd looked up. The woman's hood had shifted just a little - enough for Toama's sharp eyes to see a tattoo on the woman's forehead.

She'd lost what she was saying. When she realised that she was staring, she quickly shut her mouth, though she immediately opened it again to say something else. This time it was not in Tharian. Seeing the Wani'toia had brought her own language back, so without thinking about it, she said in the language of the Sor'inyt: "Sister? You're a Sand Sister, are you not? How did you get here to this cold land?" She couldn't believe her eyes, but she was so sure that she recognised the tattoos. And there had been no hair near them, though it was possible that the hood covered that. It still looked as though this woman was bald.

Thinking that brought back more memories, as she had noticed memories tend to do. There had been a Sand Sister, who'd been really young when she'd gotten her Wani'toia. She had been so proud of it that she'd started shaving her head. And she'd left later on, for the same reason as Toama herself, only years earlier. She'd thought about her a few times since her own exile, wondering how one like herself had been doing. What had been her name again? Thinking hard, she fixed her brown eyes on the woman before her, trying to see under the hood again, though it was now firmly in place again. "... Azhira?" she asked hesitantly, uncertain if she was right, but getting more convinced by the second.

Discovering in so unlikely a place someone of her own tribe had made her quite forget the unconscious woman in her arms. The weight made her remember though. Shifting her arms again to keep the barmaid where she was, she quickly said to Azhira, still in their own language and not really awaiting her answer: "Look, I have to take care of this woman first. I will come to visit you as soon as I can. Are you staying at the inn here?" She was already moving towards the road she'd decided on as she said this, barely taking the time to see a nod - she assumed that the hood moving was indeed a nod that yes, she was staying in the inn. With a quick smile at Azhira's companion (whose face she couldn't see either, she too was hooded) she turned around and walked across the square, looking back a few times. If it hadn't been for the woman in her arms, she would have gone with the other woman right then and there; but she had a charge, and she had to honour that. First take care of the woman, then take some time to get some questions answered.

She found herself walking behind a man. Well, the town was busier than she'd expected with this weather... But then these people probably didn't care about the cold, much as she didn't care about the heat of the desert. Or rather, she cared about it, as the heat of her home - but when she still lived there, she rarely thought about it. She soon forgot the man in front of them though, when she saw a building that was obviously not just a place to live. Turning to the old man, she smiled and said "I think we found it." Then, realising that she'd fallen back into her own language, her tanned skin turned a deeper colour and she quickly corrected herself. "Oh... I think we find." she accompanied this sentence with a nod of her head that was directed at the building that could be nothing else than a temple.
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« Reply #112 on: April 22, 2008, 11:20:45 PM »

Zann paused for a while as Toama talked with another hooded woman in a language that he did not understood. He looked at them quizzically, as if searching for a hint as to what they are talking about. Maybe it was for some directions to the temple; that was of utmost importance at this time. Perhaps these two where residents of this land, but a quick glance at their situation ruled that guess out. She wouldn't need directions if she were a citizen of this frozen land.

The priest averted his gaze towards the direction the woman pointed. He strained his eyes to get a better look. Snow and the absence of light blurred his vision, but he saw what the woman was pointing at. A big stone building, different than the rest of the structures around the square, stood ahead of them. Without a doubt this must be the temple they are looking for.

Then the woman turned to him and spoke some words to him. The priest stared at the woman, not quite sure on how to react to her jibberish. The woman must have realized this, for she quickly spoke a sort of crude Tharian to him, the translation of what she had said earlier. Zann admired people who can speak many different types of languages and dialogues. Although she is obviously from another tribe, she can speak and understand it. Zann nodded at the woman in return, then promptly slowed his pace to let the woman lead the way.
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« Reply #113 on: April 23, 2008, 08:42:03 PM »

It was like the world halted and Azhira was thrown off into the deep chasms of the netherworld.

Another Sister! Here in Remusiat?

The mage gaped, her current situation and her shadow dancer companion all but  forgotten. All she could do was stare at her fellow Sister standing in front of her. She recognized the Wani’toia upon the woman's face. Sure enough, no such mark could possibly exist on anyone other than a true Sand Sister.

When the woman spoke her name, Azhira took a step back. Long ago in her past life, Azhira took great pains to flee her homeland and her people. The pain of losing her son and her family honor was too much to bear hence the reason for her departure more than a decade ago. She thought she'd never see a Sor'inyt again. She never wanted to see a Sor'inyt again. Yet, here one was, plain as the nightmares that haunted her night after night. Did her tribe find her? Could they have possibly tracked her so far north? Azhira shook her head. Her thoughts were muddled and her focus was lost. All she could do was nod to the woman and mutter incoherently.

"I...am," Azhira replied. "I will...I will meet you. Yes."

The mage twisted and looked upon Cey as if she could save her from this painful memory. The sight of a Sand Sister again after so many years brought back a flood of memories that she'd rather forget. Nevertheless, there was a small, tiny comfort in now knowing that a fellow Sister was here in this strange land. A land that hated mages. Quite possibly, a place that could get her killed.

Azhira moved to follow Cey and watched longingly as her Sister disappeared into the crowd.
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