Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah
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				Title: <strong>Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adonis</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 05:41:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Duumar.JPG)</div><br><div align="center">Map Icon Key</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/Avatars/Centoscity.jpg) - Centos City<br>(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/Avatars/DraishokCapitol.jpg) - Draishok City<br>(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/Avatars/Haas-Filoth.jpg) - Haas'Filoth Territory<br>(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/Avatars/PeranosCapitol.jpg) - Peranos City<br>(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/Avatars/Trithoscapitol.jpg) - Trithos City</div></div><br>Upon first glance, Duumar seems to be one of the most sparsely populated in both wildlife and human/fae. As the Haas-Filoth will tell you however, the opposite is true, one just has to know where to look. The entirety of the continent is covered in coarse sand, thus making it nearly impossible to construct traditional buildings. The other portions of the continent are covered in grasses that somehow manage to reach nearly five feet in height. <br><br>The Haas, a nomadic desert people have adapted to these conditions and simply follow herds of beast they use a support, and live off the lands as they move.<br><br>[OOC Note: Think African climate.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 04:34:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0772c3596747f45ef5dcf2d5f074c0ca/tumblr_mf1oeeiy4L1rflk1eo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bastet <br><strong>Current Form:</strong> Haas Filoth<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>Sweat dripped from her brow down top of her nose before she quickly brushed the offense away with the tip of her fingers. As always, her people were on the move to a new location due to growing conflicts with their neighboring tribe. The new chief did not wish to deal with the violence due to dwindling resources with both water and food. Bastet did not necessarily agree with his choice but there were a lot of young ones to be watched and cared for. So now, they walked towards another one of their favorite places to live during this time of year. The land was rich with vegetation for them to harvest and herds. The tribe carried all of their life possessions on their shoulders and on the backs of their camels. Due to growing up within the heat of Duumar, she did not bother to make any complaints like some of the young children walking alongside their parents. <br><br>The scent of water in the air told her they had finally arrived to their new destination. There was no time for rest yet since their shelter needed to be created before individual tasks were assigned to each person within the tribe. Her family, commonly seen as unwanted, were forced to create their temporary shelter further away from the group. No one actually stated for them to move out loud but it was implied through years of cold stares. Bastet occasionally wondered if life would be better if the reason for the other's hatred just died but the old man seemed desperate to live even if his drawing breath made the rest of the world miserable. Being one of the eldest in her family, she helped them to secure the poles made branches before cool shade was created underneath a tent colored with a bright red dye. Absolutely exhausted, she collapsed down into the sand as her mouth ached for cool, refreshing water. Her hand went down to her waste, caressing the handle of a blade gifted to her by her father. It was called Askja and had supposedly been in her family for many generations. Even after all this time, the blade was still sharp and dangerous to any of her foes. <br><br>A rustling sound caused her to tilt her head up and look directly into her mother's eyes. The woman had not aged well. Wrinkles of pain and happiness was written on her face although now what was most evident was impatience. "We need more water," she said with a wave of her hand to get rid of the insects hovering in the air around her. Bastet turned her gaze in the direction which lead towards the springs of fresh water. It was a good distance away from the main group. "Can it not wait till nightfall," she replied before pushing a thick tendril of her hair behind an ear. There was no answer. Bastet looked back up to see her mother had retreated within the shelter of the tent with footsteps so quiet it did not even alert her warrior daughter. It was one of the skills of her people. Knowing the answer, Bastet rose to her feet and did not bother to even brush the sand from her clothes. Before leaving, she picked up a handmade pot to carry back some water. She began to walk, paying little attention to the people still putting together their makeshift homes. Their eyes stared at her although she was not as scorned as her family members. Over the years, she proved herself useful to the tribe again and again in their battles. <br><br>It did not take long until the quiet noise of them was behind her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 05:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mSPVFrX.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roran<br><strong>Race:</strong> Centos<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> Bastet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>Heavy footsteps fell on the hard, cracked, dry ground.&nbsp; The tip of his boots scraped across the ground almost every time he lifted his foot and dragged it forward for another step.&nbsp; Almost stumbling here and there, the individual would have fallen now had it not been for his balance and determination.&nbsp; Roran's stamina was not measured by his body like most men, but by his will power as he pressed on in the scorching heat as the unforgiving sun beamed down upon him from above.&nbsp; As a Centos from Mastif he was not use to this intense heat, and even though he wore a hooded cloak around his body for the sake of avoid getting burned, it seemed contradicting to the tourist as the dark cloak seemed to suffocate him with heat as well.<br><br>Regardless, he would not give up now, he had come to far and to turn back would surely mark his demise.&nbsp; Roran was on a personal quest, much like he had been for the past nine years when he first received the cursed scar on his back.&nbsp; Even now it stung as he walk, threatening to bring him down with pain from the strain he was putting on his body.&nbsp; Always was this Centos pushing himself to the limit, to reach new heights and better himself.&nbsp; He had a thirst for strength, for testing his potential as he fought to defeat himself.&nbsp; This is why he had traveled to Duumar, to test himself once again and go above and beyond what he was capable of now.&nbsp; With the heat and the possible training the Duumar could provide he hoped to strengthen his body to the next level or at the very least condition it for such temperature.<br><br>It had almost been like a godsend when he came across a small oasis of trees providing shade along with other vegetation that lined the bank of a stream.&nbsp; Fresh water and his throat had never been so parched.&nbsp; The inexperienced Centos had drank all that he had brought already, not rationing it out as well as he hoped.&nbsp; As he neared the stream he peeled off his cloak and tossed it on a large rock.&nbsp; Next he set down his bow along with his arrows, war hammer, axe and dagger.&nbsp; It felt good to relinquish all the extra weight.&nbsp; Next he untied and slipped off his leather torso, chaps and vambraces leaving only his under shirt and trousers.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking toward the stream he kicked off his boots, his feet wading into the cooling water as he groaned with delight as it soothed his aching soles.&nbsp; Squatting down he scooped up some water in his cupped hands and took a thirsty gulp before getting another handful and splashing it over his face.&nbsp; Pulling his shirt off and then slipping out of his trousers, he tossed them at the rock with the rest of his stuff as he entered into the deepest part of the stream which was only between three to four feet at best from where he had crossed into it.&nbsp; Slipping down into the water he tried to cool off as well as submerge the large diagonal scar across his back to soothe the prickling sensation that it gave off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 07:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0772c3596747f45ef5dcf2d5f074c0ca/tumblr_mf1oeeiy4L1rflk1eo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bastet <br><strong>Current Form:</strong> Haas Filoth<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> Roran<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>She walked silently without much of a noise underfoot other than the gentle sweeping of her garments against the sand. As the custom of her people, her body was fully covered with nothing visible other than the dark brown of her eyes. The rest of her features were hidden by a veil. She could still remember the time when her mother introduced her to the garment. Within her tribe, girls began to wear it when they became of age. It was both blessing and a curse. <em>It itches.</em> That was her first and last complaint before her mother drilled her with those seeing eyes of hers. Now, the cloth had become as much a part of her as skin covering bone. As she moved further away from the settlement of her people, she took note of some of the small changes since her last visit to this area. It seemed there was more greenery. A positive to report back to her family. With more plants, came new life in the form of insects and other smaller creatures. <br><br>Soon enough, she came upon the clearing used for retrieval of water. Instantly, the air felt cooler on her visible skin, and she very much appreciated the natural shade from the sun. Baset was about to fetch the water until she heard a curious sound a small distance away. There was a man in the water. It was not a member of her tribe. She prevented any gasp of surprise from coming from her lips then quickly moved behind a tree close enough to remain hidden from this intruder. Silent as a mouse, she withdrew the blade from her clothing. It glinted off a sliver of sunlight. Again, she invested the man from protection of cover. He looked odd. At least to her desert eyes. Yet, she knew of his kind. Their greed was notoriously heard even in these parts where their numbers were low. Part of her wondered if he was there alone, or did some more of his people lurk further away. Bastet placed the water pot on the sand without even a clink, thinking of her best options. She could kill him while he was defenseless then try and track the others before reporting back to her elder. <br><br>A decision was made in her mind.<br><br>Lowering her body to the cool sand, she began to move stealthily through the clearing with her sword clenched in between her fingers. Once near a tree by his possessions, Bastet rose back up to stand on her feet. She kissed her blade then revealed herself to the man, standing over his weapon's with narrowed eyes and pointed her weapon at him without a quiver. It was clear she knew how to use and wield her weapon. <strong>"Get out of the water. Slowly."</strong> Her voice was confident, low, and a touch dulcet due to a natural accent. <strong>"If you try to grab your weapon, I will cut off a limb."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 01:59:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mSPVFrX.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roran<br><strong>Race:</strong> Centos<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> Bastet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>This was probably the first time in a very long time that Roran had left his guard down.&nbsp; He had been so entranced by the blessing of the fresh water stream and the oasis of vegetation that he literally just dropped all other thoughts along with his weapons and clothing.&nbsp; Submerging his body under the cooling water he immediately felt refreshed as his hot body was doused of the intense rays of heat emitting from the desert sun.&nbsp; He swore even a bit of steam rose off of his figure when he first entered the decently sized stream, or river.&nbsp; He was uncertain of the landscape and size of this particular source of water.&nbsp; It could have lead from a lake or into the ocean or it could have just been a very narrow and small strip of water isolated from all other bodies of water.&nbsp; Whatever the case...he was enjoying his wet heaven.<br><br>Scooping water up in his hands once again he splashed it upon his face and ran it through his hair, cleaning away the sweat and the grime caused by sand sticking to the perspiration on his skin.&nbsp; While walking through the desert he had noticed sand getting everywhere, including very unpleasant places despite being clothed.&nbsp; Needless to say it felt good to have all of that washed away in the gentle flowing water.&nbsp; Taking another sip, he sighed with content before he was suddenly alerted by a commanding female voice.<br><br>Jolting upright, his hand instinctively clutched at a rock the size of his palm as he stood and faced the woman completely cloaked in desert cloth.&nbsp; <strong>"Damn it..."</strong>&nbsp; He mumbled under his breath, she had the drop on him and never had he felt so helpless and vulnerable.&nbsp; If it wasn't enough that he was unarmed, he was also completely exposed since all of his clothes and armor were also laying on the rocks next to his weapons.&nbsp; Dropping the rock into the water, he raised his hands to show her they were empty as he cautiously stepped toward the shore, the hot sun already started to dry his body as the wetness gleamed in the golden light.&nbsp; <strong>"Look I...uh, come in peace.&nbsp; I'm just traveling alone, I'm not looking for any trouble."</strong>&nbsp; He gave her an uncertain smile and a nervous chuckle as he spoke, his eyes squinting in the sunlight as he tried to get a better look at her as well as her weapons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 02:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0772c3596747f45ef5dcf2d5f074c0ca/tumblr_mf1oeeiy4L1rflk1eo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bastet <br><strong>Current Form:</strong> Haas Filoth<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> Roran<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>Part of her was disgusted by his lack of awareness. How could he abandon all of his equipment to the sandy shores without thought of danger? She was not the only living being within the area. There were creatures, which hid in unexpected places, capable of delivering a poisonous bite or making a meal out of him. No, he was not from these lands with such ignorance evident on his face. His oath caressed her ears along with the strangeness of a foreigner in his voice. Her eyes shifted over for a brief second to the ripple on the water before coming back to look into the vivid blue of his eyes, visible even at the small distance. Blue eyes were rare among her tribe so she was slightly transfixed until he lifted his hands from the water. Bastet was not fool enough to believe his threat toward her was lessened. Many warriors were capable of being just as deadly without a weapon in their hand. <br><br>The wind shifted the veil at her hair but without enough force to reveal the rest of her face. When he stepped forward, she scowled with pure venom and disdain. <strong>"Still!"</strong> She demanded in a loud voice which might have cut a flesh if capable. <strong>"Be still!"</strong> She swallowed hard upon being forced to look at his naked body. There was little she could do about it right now though until the situation was handled. His words meant nothing to her at first until he mentioned being alone. She could have scoffed. Of course he would lie. She would not know for sure until the surrounding area was searched for more of his kind. There were those capable of tracking prints within the sands to see exactly where he'd been before coming to&nbsp; this place before the trace of his journey vanished with the winds. Her arm trembled a little with the sword before she gestured it downward. <strong>"Kneel!"</strong> If he did not comply with the command, the young warrior would not hesitate to make him kneel with a swift kick to his groin. <strong>"Why are you here? Who sent you?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 03:27:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mSPVFrX.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roran<br><strong>Race:</strong> Centos<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> Bastet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>Roran halted his advances at the sound of her voice, the volume of which caught him off guard a bit as he instinctively winced as his ears were left ringing for a split moment until her voice settled.&nbsp; He resisted the urge to reach down to try and casually cover his manhood.&nbsp; Not to hide it from her view, but more to remove it from play since that was the most vulnerable part of his body and it was exposed...and the way that she was being so hostile and swinging that sword around, well he did not want any part of his body to be dismembered.&nbsp; For that sake he had to be cautious and slow and keeping his hands up were the best way to show her that he meant no harm, though at the same time with his arms up it would allow him to make a move more quickly if need be rather than if they were down by his side or cupping his groin.<br><br><strong>"Easy easy...just relax and let's remain calm alright?"</strong>&nbsp; He tried to soothed her with both his open hands and his voice, completely ignoring the order to kneel.&nbsp; Roran would only kneel to those of whom he recognized as more powerful than himself, he was arrogant in such away to ignore such an order even under sword point.&nbsp; <strong>"No one sent me.&nbsp; I'm here on my own accord.&nbsp; I have come here to learn.&nbsp; It is rumored that your people here have some of the best fighting methods...I came here to train and condition my body.&nbsp; I seek strength and knowledge in combat, that is all I swear."</strong>&nbsp; Roran was telling the complete truth hoping she would believe him and also perhaps handle it well, she could perhaps lead him to someone that could train him or at least give him some kind of answer he could use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eden: The Coming - Duumar: Burning Sands and Rolling Savannah</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 12:30:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0772c3596747f45ef5dcf2d5f074c0ca/tumblr_mf1oeeiy4L1rflk1eo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bastet <br><strong>Current Form:</strong> Haas Filoth<br><strong>Players Nearby:</strong> Roran<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Haas-Thuban<br><hr><br>A hint of relief appeared in her dark chestnut eyes even though her stance was fully prepared to strike if necessary. She heard rumors on the wind of this male's kind being stubborn and most of all foolish. His stopping hinted of there actually being a grain of sense within his skull along with perhaps fear of how precise she could be with the weapon in her hand, which glinted under the sunlight. Her eyes remained on his, ever aware of the smallest movement from his body. From the blinking of his eyelids down to the slow drip of water down his shoulder. All of it could hint to if he displayed himself to be just like the supposed fools some of her tribesman ran into on occasion in the desert. His voice reminded her of the way one might speak to a frightened camel or any sort of animal. The likeness did not sit well in her mind. Did she look as though she was anything other than calm? <br><br>She intended to become something completely dangerous if he did not kneel as commanded. A few seconds later, it was clear enough to see he had no intentions of doing so. Her shoulders rose with obvious tension, intent on punishing him for such insolence. However, she was delayed by his explanation. Now, here was something truly shocking. He, a Centos, wished to learn the art of what it meant to be a Haas Filoth. The thought of it was laughable. No such thing would ever occur. The elders would never allow it. Still, the choice was not hers. He would need to be brought before the elders of the tribe. <strong>"If you try to escape or attack, I will kill you."</strong> She spoke the words matter of factly before lowering her weapon to her side. Bastet kept her eyes on his before taking one step back away from him although it placed her a bit closer to his belongings. Looking down, she evaluated what was on the ground with a hint of curiosity before kicking forward what appeared to be some type of loincloth. It was clear she wanted him to cover himself before taking him back to her people. <strong>"Dress."</strong> She tried to speak in simple sentences in case he proved to be unable to comprehend her through the thick accent of her people. If he tried to reach for anything other than what she pushed toward him, the sharp blade of her weapon would once more be lifted. <strong>"Leave the rest. You will not need it."</strong> 
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