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| The Lost Temple of For-Ophour; (P) Imy, Shan, Ahriman. | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:24 am (879 Views) | |
| Shuett | Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:24 am Post #1 |
 
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Solemnly, a black door closed behind a dark skinned man. Wind through the window caused the gray dreadlocks in his hair and beard to dance in the wind, and made his dark eyes close slightly; Shuett might not see his home again. He leaned down and patted his drowsy Umbra, "I know you're tired, girl. But we need to get going, and I do admit I am glad you have adjusted to a surface sleep cycle." His voice was his usual deep intonation, rocks falling down a mountain, an accent like silk flowing through leaves. He walked past the chairs that were stacked upon tables, to the dark wood bar. He looked to a single scimitar which hung by small brass pegs. He touched the unremarkable blade lightly, then grabbed it by the hilt and whispered to it in a language that would sound akin to a growl, "Blessings for this gift, one freely given and wrought to purpose by hands of a loved one." he slid it slowly into a scabbard on his back. He grabbed the wooden shaft of his spear from behind the bar, and spun it lightly through the air. "The same hands that made you, hold you again." he said in Common, then with a firm thump he brought it to the polished floor. He looked up to the high ceiling then nodded to himself, closed the window, and stepped through the door again, locking it behind him this time. He tied the key to a small chain deep in his beard, and with a small tup he walked down the street toward the city gates. ------------ Ten miles later his shadow was mixing with the burning sunlight on the top of a dune. He let out a long, three toned whistle which was followed by a high keen of a hawk. Ashet was in his place, looking for those incoming, a sky captain/prince (the only noble Shuett considered a friend), a strange little girl who possessed a purpose he could only sense but not pin, and a bard who held a qualm for killing. All of them he had chosen from stories he had heard from his bar, or in the captain's case, met, in his bar. They had, or at least should, have received a small letter contained the location of the meeting, the promise of coin, and an adventure- along with a few flattering remarks. Other than that, the letter contained all Shuett knew of his task; he and those he chose, who go into a lost temple that was cleared from the map, and document, explore, and examine the contents. Shuett left out what he had been secretly dreading. There were stories every Hundaii knew, ones of djinn that rested under rocks and licked the blood out of you with sandpaper tongues, lizards that would slash at your eyes with a venomous claw, spirits that inhabited The Glass Caverns, and above all- the story of The Lost Temple, where dark things were. No description of the evils in the temple, just telling of dark things, that moved quickly...and they were hungry, so very hungry. He shuddered, and made a small mark over his forehead, then chest near his heart to ward off evil spirits. Shuett shook his dark skinned head, and let out a sigh. "Where is that bloody crew?" |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:51 am Post #2 |
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The wind pressed hard into the sails as the wooden dragon rushed past the sands below. The speed that the pirate captain pushed his ship was rather impressive, and he would have time to pay attention after he was done clutching onto the wheel of the ship for dear life. He had to be honest that in earlier times he probably wouldn't have taken to this summons, but he would likely admit after enough rum that he felt the need to assist what few friends he had made since he came to Imythess now that his only old friend was dead and gone. And he had to admit that this Temple sounded like it could have enough treasure inside to fill his ship until it was too fat to actually fly. Difficult to get to shore? Certainly. Would it matter when he was rolling in so much gold that he couldn't see through the haze of it? Nope. Now he just had to hope that his aspirations weren't as large as the reality, or his crew wasn't going to die horribly in some manner of trap or ancient web of deceit that was meant to slay any who dare take from it. He sighed, "I really should stop thinking so much..." He looked down at his first mate who was giving him a strange look, simply shaking his head, knowing that the gaze was the first mate thinking he had gone completely bonkers. He was quite sure that the line of insanity came a long time ago, but he couldn't have that weakness showing to the crew, or to himself really. Made him queasy. Then again so did too much rum and a bit of the rough and tumble. The ship slowed as he finally looked to the letter he had been given, finding that the place that they had been trying to find was finally discovered. He had two things to note, the first being his extreme disdain for the desert. It was so dry here he could barely stand it. The pirate enjoyed the salty sea air, a nice moist feeling that invigorated you as you breathed it in and brought a smile to the crustiest man's face. The second note was that he was actually feeling quite warm, a rather nice feat since his home was tropical enough to keep a steady heat through most of the year. He walked down the stairs, motioning for everyone to leave their stations and allowing the ship to rest. He pulled the rope from his back, beginning to tie it to one of the posts on the edge of the ship. He looked over the crew and felt somewhat uncomfortable, the nine of them being pirates at best, not the sort he would really trust with his ship while he went exploring. He'd have to take the bulk of them into the darkness where he could barely trust them from backstabbing him. Oh, the joys of the pirate's life. "Oy you lot, Shep and Bishop can stay with the ship, rest of ya are comin' down with me. Let's go, lads!" He whistled heavily and began waving his arm, the ship lowering itself just right so that the lot of them could use the rope to slide down, landing comfortably in the sands below. Four of them were mercenaries that he had picked up at the pirate's cove before they left last, the other three veteran warriors who had fought with him for some time. He looked up to see the bird Elnora refusing to move from the ship, obviously annoyed by the sun as well. "It seems I'm a bit late, I'm afraid, but I brought some extra hands to make up for it." The pirate turned to see the bartender standing and waiting, a smile crossing his face. He had to admit that he respected the strange man, especially after the assistance he had given him in escaping that damned assassin, that fool he had left dying and bleeding in the Cascadian streets. And he'd do it again. "Did I miss anythin' important?" |
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| Imy | Sat Aug 27, 2011 10:41 pm Post #3 |
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Imythess read over the letter again. Smiling at the few things that spoke out at her. Most of it didn't matter yet she was still amused that she had stories told about her and was eager to make more known! Looking up from the letter, the girl saw the endless amounts of sand that stretched on for miles in all directions. It looked utterly hopeless, yet that didn't waver her determination! Not like being in the desert was a problem for her. Stuffing the letter into a pocket in her cloak, she adjusted the hood so that the sun wasn't getting in her eyes. "I wish to reiterate, this is beyond foolish." A voice in her head warned, sounding annoyed if it even had any emotion beyond it. Well, Imy thought the voice sounded annoyed. "Not like anything exciting was happening back home. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?" The ninja replied out loud. She didn't get a response. The girl shrugged and took a drink from her waterskin. After a while, Imythess was wondering where the meeting location should be. All the sand dunes looked just like the last sand dunes. Yet she had a feeling this was the place she had to be. Looking into the sky, she admired the flying ship with a kind of glee you'd find in a child after telling them a heroic story. Turning her sights back to the ground she saw a group of people. Looks like she wasn't the first one to show up. With a short jog, the girl approached the group and lowered her hood. She held up the letter in the air. "Am I in the right area!?" She asked loud enough to get everyone's attention. Another hand hidden in her cloak gripped the handle of her dagger, just in case something went wrong. "We're all doing some kind of... Tomb Raiding operation?" She started just as loud and quieted down as she thought about it, turning the piece of paper to face her so she could read it again. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Aug 28, 2011 2:25 pm Post #4 |
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Shan's fingers dug into the feathers of the riding bird's neck, the harness and saddle having slipped off hours ago. It wasn't as though he knew how to attach them properly in the best light, let alone at night with nervous fingers. His desert robe and headscarf snapped in the wind of the bird's passing as it sped across the the dry desert landscape. Will this thing ever stop?! his second thoughts asked. Shan wondered the same thing. He was glad he'd manage to grab the fastest one the rogue tribals had, but it seemed to also be the most insane. Still, it was at least taking him away from them. Who knew the Sharabai were sore losers as well as cheaters? Now that he thought that sentence, though, it seemed rather obvious they would be. They'd given up the chase hours ago as well, deciding the desert could finish the outsider off as well as their swords. The riding bird, finally free of a hand that could restrain it, reveled in the freedom that was the closest thing to flight it would feel. Shan was just hoping they'd hit something and stop soon. Something like a mountain. The sun reflected off the desert sands and back into his eyes, so staring down and up were both painful activities. He stared at the never changing horizon of sand dunes, sand dunes, a flying ship, and yet more sand dunes. Wait. Shan put a shielding hand above his eyes and squinted upward. A flying ship grew closer as the bird ran, circling in the bright blue sky. It's bow and sides were decorated with a wooden dragon head and wings, gracing it with the magic to stay aloft. When the bird was about to run past it and onward into the wastes, Shan tried to pull back on the avian's neck to stop it, which had no effect other than to annoy it, so he rolled off it onto the softest looking sand dune he could find and rolled down the wind packed sand to a stop. The bird kept going and disappeared in the heat haze. Well, Shan's second thoughts said, Here's really hoping that's not a mirage, we might actually have found some solid luck, assuming it's who we think it is and someone else has managed to acquire a flying dragon ship. Shan used the circling ship as a waypoint and hurried through the last stretch of desert, finally cresting another dune to find a gathering of people standing below the ship. Shan walked cautiously toward them until he recognized a large, tough, and familiar man in the gathering. "Ahriman! Hey, It's me, Shan!" Shan said, waving a bandaged, blistered hand, his desert sandals flopping as he ran the final stretch. He stopped and panted as he reached the group. "I'm so glad to see you. Could you possibly give me a lift to..." Shan dug in his pockets for the strange letter he'd receive, read it again, and looked around at the assembled entourage. "Um, I think this is where I need to be actually. "Sorry if I'm late. I kind of got lost." |
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| Shuett | Sun Aug 28, 2011 7:07 pm Post #5 |
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"Ahriman, Master Orison, and Miss...Little Girl, there was no name for you." he chuckled deeply, and leaned heavily on his spear. "I am glad you all came here swiftly, and I am glad you brought reinforcements, Captain." he looked over the group, "Right, a few rules. I am the leader, I will make the rules. This is not a grave robbery." he looked sternly to the small girl, "We are to go in, and document specifics. If there are bodies, we try to find out why they are there. We are to try to find out why it sunk, and see if it is safe to enter." he took a small breath, "However...I will look away if you choose to take a few items. But remember, loot will slow you down." Shuett scanned the crowd again, looking each individual in the eye. "Now, about a mile to the east, we will find a spire sticking out of the sand, we are to enter the Temple through the roof, and either repel or slide to the floor. Once there, we will be in the central room, the atrium and library. that will be our base-camp. If you encounter anything, make your way back to the center." he rolled his jaw, popping it loudly. "Light is a necessity. If you do not have a lantern, make a torch. If you cannot make one, light your arse on fire, and run." he did not smile, trying to make himself clear. "This will not be easy, and if any of you have any qualms of going in there, now is the time." Shuett let out a long whistle, calling Ashet down to him. The hawk swooped down as fast as lightening, landing on the dark skinned man's shoulder. "Alright, we need to go through a weapons and gear check, make sure it has been cleaned, oiled, blessed; whatever you need to do to be ready, do it now. If you need to write a letter to someone, now is the time, I would guess that you could give it to Ahriman's crew for delivery, I can pay the fee Captain." He sighed, and gave a large, heartfelt grin to the group. "My name is Shuett, and I am your new best friend." |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Aug 28, 2011 9:33 pm Post #6 |
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The pirate kept silent as his crew listening intently, going through details that he felt was common sense. A quiet, sharp whistle echoed into the air and the rope fell from his ship, the captain catching it and wrapping it around one of his shoulders. He had a feeling that he'd need whatever tools he could find to get through the ordeal. Something about repelling into a spooky temple made him think that he was about to enter every awful book he read as a child that ended in only one man emerging, forever jaded and changed. Not an experience anyone ever truly cherished. Another whistle and Elnora rose off of the mast of the ship, beginning to circle the group in the sky. He smiled, nodding. If they needed to escape with some cover, she would be helpful, and even helpful on the trip to whatever entrance they moved towards. She'd always proven to be an invaluable and important part of his crew, even if she were a bird that happened to spit lightning when she was irritated. He waited for Shuett to finish, resisting a chuckle at the last line as he looked over the crowd, "I'd like to add that if ye wander off from the group I don't think any of us are gonna be too inclined to search for ya, so stick together. I have no intention of dying in an old tomb of a temple, so try not to make me decide if its a good choice. And it's lovely to see ya again, Shan, Shuett." He nodded to them both, crossing his arms. He had taken the precaution of wrapping the scarf usually around his neck around his belt, leaving a rather silken look to the whole thin, leaving his bearded face solemn and unblocked. Most of his crew shifted uncomfortably, though he wondered if any of them could truly be as uncomfortable as he was, what with the sweat building up in a beard that he had forgotten to trim for the last two weeks. He nodded to Allen, one of his original handful of pirates that he personally trained, and nodded towards behind him. The pirate nodded, taking the meaning immediately. Him and a mercenary they had brought with them moved to the back. They were to be the rear guard until they reached the temple, and if they needed to be, also guards to ensure that the way they got in remained a way they could get out. It may just be the time being chased by assassins or years of intrigue in a royal court, but Ahriman was occasionally a paranoid man, never wanting to leave a string left out of his plan. "Any sea dog willin' to back out speak now, and I may care. The other two... Me ship can easily drop ye off at a town from here if yer feelin' skiddish." His voice had little mirth but there was a glance from each of his crew-mates that said that each one was well aware they weren't able to go back, at least not after committing to this job. The only chance he had given them to back out was before they stepped onto his ship. The three who had been with him the longest took it in their stride, and couldn't help but laugh at the concerned and uneasy way the mercenaries amongst them held themselves. "Oh and before we go... how big is this entrance?" He nodded up to the ship, hoping that their guide in this would realize that he had some reinforcements that more-or-less outclassed the entire lot of pirates he had behind him. It was hard to top a yeti when it came to punching things to death that want to kill you. He's tried. |
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| Imy | Sun Aug 28, 2011 10:01 pm Post #7 |
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The ninja pocketed the letter when another person showed up and was talking to one of the people in the group. Looks like this was the right place after all. She turned her attention to the person that stood in front of them. She waved when she was referred to as "Little Girl", not realising she should really give her name in this situation. She turned her attention to the man referred to as Captain, so he must own that flying ship. Imythses listened to the man as he finished up. Shuett. Okay, and two people that mattered were called Ahriman and Orison. The man who showed up late called the person that Shuett referred to as Captain Ahriman. And now the Captain was talking to his group, then referred back to Orison as Shan. Shan Orison, Captain Ahriman and Shuett it seemed. Along with a nameless bunch under Ahriman's lead. Once everyone was done speaking, Imy raised her hand. "I have a question!" She said with enthusiasm. "Am I the only one here that doesn't know each other? Because it seems like you guys are buddy-buddy and I'm just a random "Little Girl" that was called to come along. Is this a set up?" She asked, sounding completely serious. She still held her dagger, ready in case it was needed. |
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| Shan Orison | Mon Aug 29, 2011 2:50 am Post #8 |
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Shan looked over the one Shuett had called "Little Girl" instead of a proper name. In his defense, she was rather short, especially when compared to everyone else. However, she also had a tought lean build and sharp eyes that made her look more than capable of taking them on and standing a chance of winning. Not that Shan would fight. She could definitely take him. "Um, if it helps put you at ease, I only know Captain Ahriman. We met a while ago when he rescued me from some pirates who were probably going to kill me, and then there was an adventure with a musical map and...Well, that's how I know him. "As for Shuett, I must be honest I don't know why he knows me." Shan turned to the man in question. He was also shorter than Shan, but just like Little Girl, he wasn't going to assume anything based on size. His hair was wild and dreadlocked, and he wore only a kilt and a hooded scarf. His appearance didn't help Shan one bit with his mystery. Shan did know there were stories detailing his adventures. After all, he was the one that told them. They did quite well in pubs and taverns and earned him quite a bit of gold. However, he always made sure to edit his role out, or to give it to a far more dashing and capable figure called "The Traveler." There were also a few other instances of creative artistic license so it fit better into the average pub goers idea of a story's progression. There might be a few adventurers in the audience who noted that the stories were a bit more...accurate than usual, but he'd never been confronted. Other performers asked him permission to repeat his tales or put them to music, or any number of things. Shan always said yes, since repetition would only obfuscate the source more. However, this man had pieced together that "The Traveler's Tales" really happened, and that Shan was the traveler in question, at least it seemed from the letter. If he know Ahriman that might explain it slightly, but then he would have heard what Shan was really like, and not some bardic version. "I know what you had to say about me, Mr. Shuett, and I am interested in this, but the biggest reason I came through the desert to see you is one that possibly seems stupid, but it is my reason for being here. Why was I invited? I mean, I know Ahriman's capable, and the unnamed young lady appears to be so capable I'm not going to challenge the idea she is, but it seems kind of odd to invite a humble bard along, unless you and this immortalized in a tale, for a given amount of immortalized." Edited by Shan Orison, Mon Aug 29, 2011 2:56 am.
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| Shuett | Mon Aug 29, 2011 3:54 am Post #9 |
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Shuett grinned, "I was hoping you would ask. That means your clever." he moved closer to the man, putting his arm around the man's shoulder, "I need you to write a few songs, and a few documents up on what we find." he pulled out a thick, blank book, and a slender bone pen. "One request, write a song about this girl's coming deeds so others may hear. You will have a new legend, that you could create and build upon for years!" he pointed to the dark haired girl, "Look at her. A true hero, in the body of a small girl; what could make a better story?" he stepped away, then ruffled the bard's hair. The dark man moved next to the girl and sat down, and began to speak in the quietest whisper he could ever manage, "Little girl, I trust you. I have an inkling of an idea of what you are capable of, and this is why I asked you to come." he poked her forehead with the end of his index finger, "Whatever is inside your mind, is of great help to the people of Imythess. I need a hero, and you are the closest to a true one I have ever found. Darkness lurks in there, be my lantern." he gave a child like grin to her, then stood. "And now, Captain Ahriman." he said with a broad grin, holding out his hand. "I am glad to see you, friend." he paused slowly, "And what a face-bear you have...I like it." he chuckled. "We must catch up once we enter the tunnels. As for the entrance, exact perimeters are two feet wide, seven feet tall; just a large crack in the tower wall." he nodded, the went to sit on the rock near his dozing Umbra. "Now that we are all semi-acquainted, we should begin walking. And while we walk I have a challenge for you. If you can find a name I find pleasing for my Umbra, I shall give you a few extra gold; poor things needs a proper name." The dark skinned man cracked his neck, and scratched the Umbra's ear, getting her to stand. he turned to the east, "Onward!" he said in a rocky voice more akin to the bark of a dog than the shout of a man. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Aug 29, 2011 4:58 am Post #10 |
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Ahriman had to admit that the bartender had a way with people, moving from one to another in a way that was the sort of speech a father figure or commander would give to each individual soldier to ensure that each was ready and willing to lay down their lives. Ahriman didn't personally rely on such things, preferring to stick to the simple and understandable silent truth that everyone depended on one another for survival, and that each man would fight to protect the next, or fall with him in turn. Simple, harsh, and effective. His soldiers fought and died, knowing that they fought for their brothers of the sea. Sometimes, though, he wished he actually payed attention when his teacher had taught him of the ways to truly inspire men, to stand above the crowd and shout a speech that made the blood pump and boil. The pirate laughed at the man's comment to the beard he had, finding himself almost as amused as his last little jaunt over the oceans. He had to admit that his adventure across the seas in an attempt to uncover the secrets of a glamored map was something that put a child-like spirit into his heart, something he felt he would need to endure whatever was ahead of them. He simply nodded at the answer of how large the hole would be, knowing that Mora wouldn't even fit her legs into it on the best of days. They'd have to rely on human martial prowess then, and maybe a few lucky potshots from Elnora and hopefully not have her vaporize anyone within. "It seems we have everyone gathered then. And you still haven't named the poor cat?" He chuckled as he looked towards it, tilting his head. He had a fondness for felines, though they weren't his favorite of animal. He wouldn't admit that it was because they reminded him too much of his self, often selfish creatures that did what they wished with little regard to others, their stealth and guile something he respected and often copied when he could. His own methods of battle often shadowed theirs. "What did you have in mind, any types of names you'd go for?" The crew around him chimed in with odd names such as "jingles", "Shadow", and "Mister Cat-paw." He somewhat wondered about the last one, his face twisted into a confused curl... He shook his head, casting it away. There were a thousand names that surpassed that one, he was quite sure of that. He looked to his blade, Isabella. There had been a few names in his past that could certainly fit it well enough. "I'd.. I'd avoid their ideas.." He chuckled lightly at that, shaking his head. "Nefertiti? Or Neferiti. It certainly fits into the theme of the sands we are traveling amidst. Maybe we'll find something within the tomb that'll make you strike up with inspiration for the lass. It's a beautiful animal, so it should have something that is inspired by something just as grand." He had to admit that was a bit more arsy then he meant for it to come out, but alas, that was how things work. |
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| Imy | Mon Aug 29, 2011 11:09 pm Post #11 |
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Imythess shrugged when Shan said he only knew Captain Ahriman. She walked ahead of them and looked to the east. Trying to see into the distance and see the spire that Shuett spoke up. After a moment she realised she was being talked about and turned around. Seeing Shuett poking at her and saying something about a hero in the body of a young girl. "I would make a marvellous story." She pipped in and that seemed to divert Shuett's attention to her. Shuett lowered to her level and she stared him in the eyes as she spoke to her in a low whisper. She had to keep herself from smiling at the words he told her. Once he stood up and walked away she did let out an embarrassed smile. Not many people realised her talent and effort she put into what she did. "I will!" She said and turned to look at the bard. Apparently she would have to do her best if he was going to make this into a song. As they started to set out, they were asked to thing of a name for the Umbra. "Challenge accepted!" She shouted and started to think of names for the animal. She listened in on the pirate's crew as they came up with names. "Mister Cat-paws is an awesome name! As for my own ideas: Amanda, Neesa, Abigail, Jason, Michael, Madelyn, Claire, Owen, Oscar... um, what gender was it again?" |
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| Shan Orison | Mon Aug 29, 2011 11:24 pm Post #12 |
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Shan flipped through the pages of the book. He never read much growing up, but even he could tell it was expertly bound with high quality paper. So his job was to chronicle the adventure? It'd been a long time since he'd set out to do something so utterly...bardic. It was refreshing. Granted, the idea of going into a dark temple full of treasure and thus danger and traps threw his common sense into a fit, but if he listened to common sense rather than his sense of adventure and curiosity, he'd be at home still, maybe with a wife and a little farm. Common sense only colored the edges of his life. It certainly didn't shape it. Shuett's request to find a good name for his pet umbra also piqued Shan's imagination, and he watched the purple creature for a bit as Ahriman and his crew suggested names. It's basically a cat, isn't it? his second thoughts said. You don't just shout names and pick one at random for a cat. There was that one stray Mother found that she fed for a year before she thought of a name for it. His attention was drawn from the umbra when Shuett whispered something to the Young Miss, and she responded with an "I will!" and a strong, calculating look in his direction. It was intense enough to give him goosebumps in the heat. "I feel I need to get to know your umbra better before I can suggest a name," Shan said after the Young Miss let out a barrage of possible monikers. "Also, to make sure I get everything down, could I get the names of your crew members, Ahriman? Also, um, Miss, I'll need your name as well. I don't think you've been introduced at all." |
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| Shuett | Tue Aug 30, 2011 2:23 am Post #13 |
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Shuett smiled at the group as he walked to the east. They were an interesting bunch to say the least, and he hoped they were going to help him through the coming storm. He let his mind sink to his stomach to combat the knot of fear that was growing quickly. What was he walking into? The question he dared not ask himself, finally confronted. He thought back to the stories; The Shamblemen, Desert Fiends and countless other creatures of darkness- all fantastical, all magical, all bunkum. These stories were just cautionary tales to keep young ones out of the endless wastes without a guide, a light, and supplies- less they be eaten by more realistic foes than the three headed snake of Tar'shakta Mal. He put his mind to work, trying to find a meaning to the story of the temple, and concluded that it wasn't even a story; it was simply a list of dark "facts" about the stretch of desert where is supposedly lay. Furthermore, he realized that in all his years of hunting and wandering in the desert, he had never once been lead to the area he was going now. In fact, since he was a small pup, no one was allowed within a mile of the place. No reason given, other than that there were dark things that lived there. A simple statement. No description other than that they moved fast, and were dark. No other description. He shook his head, and kicked at the sand, sending small stones skittering over the dust. In his mind, despite all his reasoning, he was headed somewhere dark, one of the darkest places nature could create without magic. He shuddered, how could nature create something so...wrong? He pushed the thought away, it was all just superstition woven of faerie strings. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Tue Aug 30, 2011 3:10 am Post #14 |
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Ahriman let the others continue on with their fun, knowing that they would need it before the end. At the question of his crew names he simply shook his head, trying to think of something diplomatic that wouldn't upset the men, though he knew that the lot of them understood that they were mercenaries. That kind of life lead to the sorts of things like an understanding that you were replaceable, and that you were not special, and not worth mention. They were soldiers, their Captain the only one amongst them that mattered. It was their job, after-all, his protection. Though he would tell them to look out for each other over himself, they were each given a second speech from Allen, and he was well aware of that. He huffed, "If they wish ta' give their names, let 'em at it. We're just here as soldiers, Shan. Don't pay meself or me crew any mind." He didn't wish for the attention, either. He didn't mind adventuring with some new folks and a few that he'd trust his back to, but there was something about attracting more assassins such as the like of Valentine that didn't sit right with the warrior. He didn't want to lose more men because he was a coward and ran away from his people. It was a hard pill to swallow, but he'd admit it. He faked a smile, "Just call us the pirates, or somethin' of that nature. Wouldn't give yer dagger special mention, so don't worry about us." He tried to fake a laugh but he noticed some of the mercs with him were actually laughing. It was a sad life when you found comedy in the fact you are replaceable, and you will likely die trying to earn some coin. Hell, at least they'd all agree that they don't need to get any special note. There was a finer point of that. Ahriman remained mostly silent as he followed the bartender, trying to hurry along to their destination. He wasn't an impatient man by any standards, but he didn't want to keep whatever was intending to kill them waiting. Fighting is easy, suspense is what kills soldiers. The faster they got into wherever they were heading, the faster he could get his men's heads on straight, and focused for a right and proper slaughter. And maybe a bit of the rough and tumble while they were at it. |
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| Imy | Tue Aug 30, 2011 3:29 am Post #15 |
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Shuett didn't give them a response to any of the names she suggested, which was okay. Imythess just fell into line as they walked towards the east. She turned her attention to the bard as he questioned them on their names. The ninja opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the pirate captain speaking first. That was okay, she wanted to go last. Make it more dramatic. Once their laughs were out of the way, the girl ran in front of the group and stroked a pose. "I will only reveal my name if y'all promise not to laugh at it!" She shouted and then walked backwards to face them all while standing in front. She waited for them all to respond with the expected answer before she would say her name. "My name be, Imythess!" She answered to the bard, revealing to the entire group. She didn't have a problem with her name, but she did get upset when people laughed at her for it. |
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