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Post by Kiddo on Dec 5, 2004 18:53:18 GMT -5
OOC: Eeeee, thought I'd try running a roleplay. Yah. Fun.
IC: The city-state of Minris was not receptable to foreigners. It hovered just on the border of the sprawling empire, a boundary line between the plains and the inland. What merchants that frequented it stayed close to their caravans and did not stay longer than necessary. It was a suspicious city, nervous of its position and wary of anything that could upset its precarious balance between independance and the dominering empire.
On the other side of the city, to the west, were the plains. Smaller city-states dotted these lands, mostly self-suffecient and isolationist. Then they too vanished and all that was left was grass and the tribes.
It was midday when one of the rarest types of foreigners entered attempted to enter the city gates. It was a woman, probably no older than 23. She rode a white horse dappled with red-brown. There was no saddle, only reins decorated with feathers and small stones woven into the mane. The woman herself sat tall upon the horse, a spear in one hand, a bow and quiver across her back. Her clothing was rough cloth and skin, stained with dirt and in shades of brown. There was a band of steel around her upper arm and tattoos along her wrists. Her blond hair was cropped to the bottom of her skull and feathers had been tied around the face. Someone from the tribes no doubt, altough it was impossible to tell to which she belonged to.
The gate-guards demanded that she halt and so she did, gazing down at the two men with pikes in disdain.
"What business do you have in Minris?" one demanded.
"My own," she retorted, "Now let me pass."
OOC: And have fun joining in! Try to work your character descriptions into your posts.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 5, 2004 19:16:46 GMT -5
She supposed she enjoyed watching the guards. She was an old women, or at least in appearence. WIth sandy red hair, and a bit more weight than the average ox, she liked to think most of that was muscle though. There wasn't much of interest going on in the city, the skinnier women, who had more interest potatoes than the rising crime rate in far-away cities, found it hard to relate to her, and she to them. So it was, quite interesting when this majestic figure rode up. It looked like an adventure, one tha Artania was sure not to miss. She began to think of all possibilties of what this women could be up to. Was she a mage? She waited a while surveying her a bit more, than kicking a rock in the direction of the gaurd as to both alert him of her presence, and create a dramatic dust cloud, entered.
"M'lady, may I politely ask who are you?"
Artania thought she looked like a lady, she certainly carried her self like one, she wasn't really the expert on manners, she knew how to use a fork but that was about it. (Spoons always gave her a spot of trouble). Some people thought Artania strange, she was supposed to be large married women now, no doubt swelling with child, but Artania had never liked men, or women that matter. She always had a fondness for squirells though, they helped her with her herb work. Although Artania was a self-fashioned dectective, she also was the local mage and on some deep subconcious matriachal level she felt threatend by this presence.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 5, 2004 19:25:15 GMT -5
The tribes woman glanced down at Artania and tilted her head to one side. For a moment her eyes grew soft, then her shoulders drew back and she stiffened, her posture growing hostile and her eyes glittering dangrously.
"I am Lii, daughter of Faer, child of the tribe Anise," she said harshly, "and I do not wish to associate with any more of your kind."
She turned away from Artania and to the guards.
"You have no reason to detain me any longer, no? I seek to stay for a few days and then I will be on my way. Let me by."
A bit taken aback, the guards conferred briefly, and then reluctantly parted to let the woman through.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 5, 2004 19:36:06 GMT -5
She figured the hostility was supposed to offend her, but to Artania it only made her even more enamored. Instead of blocking her way, Artania decided on a more subtle course of action. As the guard let the eccentric woman through, Artania slunk behind. This women was certainly nobility, or just very concieted, most likely both. Artania mused. For a moment she wished she had her large overcoat. Following the horse, she waited for the woman to dismount. As well as liking squiriells, she also had a fondness for animals, she couldn't talk to them by any strech of the imagination, but she could get them a little tipsy as she liked to call it. Generally put them off center, so that they were eh, less likely to move.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 5, 2004 19:40:21 GMT -5
As Lii made her way through the streets it quickly became apparent that she was not used to large cities in the least. Altough she never dropped her arrogant demeanor her horse gave it away by panicking at the first wagon that rattled by on the cobblestones. With an oath Lii managed to bring the animal back under control. After a moment she dismounted and rubbed the horse's neck.
"Shhh, ni'kai, no need to fear," she whispered, "Come. Follow me aldta."
The foriegn words rolled off her tongue with ease, signifying that the common tongue was a second langauge for her. Then she started off through the crowds again, keeping the horse close to her and one hand on his neck.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 5, 2004 19:43:20 GMT -5
The master of detail that she was, she noticed the already nervous state of the horse, being the old woman she was she couldn't heard what the women was saying. Flitting, well, auctually romping through the crowd, she pushed her way to the horse. Sneaking up she placed one cool hand on it's next, trying as hard as she could to make it tipsy. Never considering that someone might auctually notice if you walk right up to their horse and put your hand on it, while it's moving no doubt.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 5, 2004 19:56:22 GMT -5
Lost in the buzz of the streets and the noise, Lii failed to notice Artania. Her senses were simply overwhelmed from the change between a city and the plains. The horse staggered a bit after Artania touched it, then simply knelt on the side of the road, appearing a bit bemused.
Lii spun, bringing her spear up to a ready position, and glared at Artania. She took a step forwards, dropping into a fighting crouch and edging around the horse.
People started to back away, smelling a fight.
"What," Lii hissed, "did you do? I'll rip your heart out and feed it to the vultures if you used your magic on him."
OOC: *wonders if anyone else is going to join*
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Post by Crystal on Dec 5, 2004 22:18:46 GMT -5
The street girl watched with wide eyes the conflict on the streets from her position in the doorway. She was maybe eighteen years old, a girl who had thieved for a living from young and knew the streets of Minris better than the back of her hand. Her feet were bare, her dress somewhat ragged, and her hair so matted with dirt it was hard to see the colour. Her eyes shone surprisingly blue out of a dirt-streaked face.
Tribe Anise, was it?
Krys edged closer to the fray. The woman was angry, and seemingly unconsciously using her own language. Krys recognized the language, struggling to translate the words mentally with the difficulty of someone who hadn't used them in a long time. Her mother had taught them to her before the woman had taken her life in ritual suicide. She pulled one of her long blonde locks nervously, twining it around her index finger.
Krys had never really before wished that she was someone other than the daughter of a foreigner from one of the tribes. She'd never had any cause to. And now, looking at the proud woman from far away, she suddenly wished that she had left this place sooner.
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Post by Stal on Dec 5, 2004 22:36:08 GMT -5
It was just an average day for Krrour. Lie, cheat, steal, live. That was the day-to-day life Krrour had going for him, one that he rather enjoyed. A grin crossed his face as he non-chalantly reached out and plucked an apple from a stand as he walked by. So easy, he thought to himself, biting into the juicy piece of fruit. Krrour wasn't the most typical person, or even thief, to live in the city. His fighting skills were enough to get by, though nothing extraordinary. Stealth was more of an attribute needed for his line of work, so his fighting skills were hardly put to the test.
He was about medium height and build, though a tad taller than most of his peers. His clothing for the day was a simple black garb paired with a brown belt from which hung two knives, a few pouches of varying contents, and a curved blade of some sort. His face could be considered handsome with a rogueish sort of charm about him. Green eyes that shined with enjoyment. The only other indentifying feature about him would be the waist-length white hair that had been pulled back into a single pony tail. What was unique about Krrour, however, was not anything that could be seen.
Krrour had been born with a gift that, as far as he could tell, no other person in the world possessed. He could see the underlying strands of relationships between people. Strands shooting out from one person, connecting them to another. The threads all varried depending on the relationship: black was an indication of hate or contempt, a beautiful gold for love and affection. The size and thickness of the strands would indicate just how strong the relationships would be. So many different strands, and only he alone could see and understand these.
That was how he got by in life. An understanding of a person's relationship with someone else allowed for easy manipulation. He played and plucked these metaphysical strands not with his fingers, but with his tongue. The resulting music that came from his mouth could effect many, giving him this extensive ability of manipulation and charm. He often reflected, however, the unfortunate of his ability to weave the strands as he saw fit--plucking some here, growing some there. He could merely play the instrument and wait for the reactions. And what a beautiful instrument it was.
Taking another bite of his juicy prize, a commotion broke out on the street. Someone's horse had apparently kneeled down and the rider (she appeared to be from a foreign tribe, though Krrour knew not which one) appeared to be blaming an old woman for it. Ah, I can see them forming now. The tiny bits that will make up the strand of their relationship, weaving themselves together. Such a beautiful site.... Yet, I wonder how I can use this to my own advantage. A wide grin crossed his face once more as he stood by, watching and eating his fruit.
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Post by kittygirl on Dec 6, 2004 14:27:15 GMT -5
((I'm going to join I'm not really sure about this all but I'll try))
She hid, she wasn't really sure what to do about this yet. There was lying, cheating, foul play and evil amiss. She waved her long black tail Myara was more cofertable in this cat form than in her human form. She didn't like all that long black hair. She liked her hair spread out on her body in the more natural animal way. She had too come out of the shadows soon. Myara was never content to just stand and watch evil happen. But she couldn't tell what was going on. She could come out as a big horse, and scare the opposing partys off. Or a bigger animal. Or she could come out as a wise old lady. No, no one ever listened to reason, only fear could perswade them.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 6, 2004 17:58:30 GMT -5
"Its not magic, not real magic anyways."
She cowardly ammended, stepping warily back into the anoniminty of the crowd, then with some unseen deviation of will she stepped forward again, this woman was younger than her, less wise and she would be spooned if she would be intimidated by her.
"I just made him a little tired, no lasting damage. Anyways."
She continued on oblivous to whatever expression the woman now donned.
"I am the herb women and I want to know what your up to, beacause I want to come with."
Still not even looking she continued.
"Yes. Wherever you are going I want to come with. There isn't much of demand for dectectives here. The petty fruit stealing is about it. Yes I think it was the time when Jamie lost her peaches but they were really stolen, or maybe it was when- Anyways, I'm coming with you."
It was proclomation many would find easy to disobey, but Artania wasn't betting on this women on saying yes, in fact she was hoping, praying she would say no. For if she said no, she could start a riot, which would cause more peaches theft, and thus Artania would have a job. Auctually leaving her home for her whole life had auctually never occured to her.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 6, 2004 18:10:22 GMT -5
Lii carefully looked around her, noticing the crowd, and she shifted uneasily, carefully standing straight and putting her spear at a more neutral position. It was easy to tell the crowd's distrust and anger was directed at the foriegner.
"Herb woman..." Lii repeated, mulling the word over, "I was not aware such a thing existed outside the plains. My apologies, nadra'si."
And she bowed, but only a little, and her eyes never left Artania. She may have relented outwardly but it was an act to placate the crowd, nothing more.
"I need a place to stay," she said, lower, "If you're genuine in your offer to come with me, then perhaps we should find one."
Then, in an even lower voice, "I don't trust you. At all."
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Post by Stal on Dec 6, 2004 18:13:25 GMT -5
"I need a place to stay," she said, lower, "If you're genuine in your offer to come with me, then perhaps we should find one." Then, in an even lower voice, "I don't trust you. At all." Krrour took a final big bite of his apple before tossing it over his shoulder and swallowing it down before he lost his opportunity. "A place to stay? Did I hear that correctly?" Krrour said with a sense amiability and just a hint of enthusiastic opportunism. He was walking towards them on the partially emptied street "Why, I could help out there no problem! I know this city like the back of my hand!" He stuck out his hand "The name's Krrour." |
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 6, 2004 18:17:21 GMT -5
Lii cast a wary glance at Krrour but did not reply to his offer. Instead, she knelt by her horse and started whispering in her native language, gently stroking its head. After a few moments the horse snorted and struggled to its feet. The woman regarded him and took the reins, letting his head droop. He wouldn't be ridable for a while.
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Post by Stal on Dec 6, 2004 18:40:11 GMT -5
Lii cast a wary glance at Krrour but did not reply to his offer. Instead, she knelt by her horse and started whispering in her native language, gently stroking its head. After a few moments the horse snorted and struggled to its feet. The woman regarded him and took the reins, letting his head droop. He wouldn't be ridable for a while. Krrour watched as the lady tended to her horse, acknowledging his presence with only a gaze that spoke of distrust. This might be a tough one. He retracted his hand and instead walked by her horse. "If you require assistance with this fine horse here, please let me know. I'm at your service..." Krrour bowed in a sweeping form, giving her the best manners he could muster (which were just a tad rusty, having little use for them). After a second, he raised his head and looked her in the eye. "That is if you need me. Otherwise, I will depart from your presence, troubling you no more." |
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