Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand & Madame Professor)
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				Title: <strong>Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand &amp; Madame Professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 19:16:16</strong>
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				The natural hum of the forest filled the air, helping to lower her reservations for being outside the city. The life of a priestess didn’t offer much knowledge of the wilderness, but there were some things everyone knew. Some knowledges were instilled in each individual through the ages. One such knowledge being that the smaller animals and insects grew quieter when the larger ones were near by. Of course, ‘small’ was relative. While she was not a short woman, Akna was small compared to most things which called these forests home. Though, it wasn’t just the fauna one had to keep an eye out for. Some plants had a taste for flesh, regardless of what that flesh was. Recognizing them, however, was much more difficult for the untrained eye. It was one of the reasons Akna kept to the small creek, the winding path plunging deeper into the green. <br><br>The other being it was the quickest way to intersect with the main road that lead South towards the Great Temples. And a certain traveler… Stefan Luminescu, adventurer extraordinaire! He had rolled into the city the night before, spinning tales of his grand explorations. Akna had listened from afar, not wishing to draw attention to herself. But she hung on every word. Every epic fight and daring risk, all in the name of adventure, was a world outside of her own. One she so desperately wished to see. He brought with him tools and objects from a time and history long forgotten by her people, each one with a strange and foreign purpose. Each one simply fascinating. Hiding in the brush, Akna was swept away by each quest, overwhelmed by the freedom he had. <br><br>She wanted that. <br><br>As a priestess, she was doomed to live a life of study and sacrifice. Hers was a life drowning in endless pages of ceremony, trapped within the walls of Itzamtali. Forever. Such were the ways of her people, of her religion. But Akna wanted more. So much more. She wanted to see the world and all its wonder and glory. She wanted to live life to the fullest! She wanted to wandering through cities with exciting tales of adventure danger. She wanted… to be like the Great Explorer Stefan Luminescu! <br><br>So here she was, treading through the forests outside Itzamtali, praying she was going in the right direction. Akna had to be sneaky leaving the city, she couldn’t very well just <em>follow</em> the man and his beast out the city gate. The Grand Cleric would no doubt notice her absence sooner rather than later but she hoped to put a significant amount of distance between herself and home. Now that she was out in the wilderness however, she wasn’t entirely sure she had made the right choice. <br><br>The buzzing all around her seemed to be dying down, which could mean she was close to finding Stefan, but her hazel eyes remained alert for signs of… other creatures. She readied her spear, just as a precaution when the sounds stopped altogether. Freezing, Akna slowly crouched and tightened her grip as she looked about. <br><br>But it was too late. The vines were wrapped about her feet before she knew it and that constricting vice, like a snake, told her she was on the menu. Her scream rippled through the trees as the carnivorous plant yanked her up high, its viney tendrils reaching for any limb it could find, working the woman close towards her mouth. Long dark locks thrashed about as she squirmed to avoid the deadly grip of nature, twirling her spear to stab and slice the vines away. Adrenaline overloaded her systems as she moved. She was not ready to be down with her adventure already!&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand &amp; Madame Professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>deadmanshand</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 09:13:15</strong>
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				"Well... what do we have here?" Stefan Luminescu said resting in his saddle. One could say that he didn't look like the legendary adventurer he was made out to be but he kinda did. Sun bronzed skin, strong jawed, and a grin across a youthful face with smoky lenses goggles holding back a shock of straw blonde hair. A weather treated leather cloak hung around him pushed back now by the various items hanging from his belt and his saddlebags. His mount was 7 tons of violent muscle, leathery skin, and teeth named Gnash.<br><br>One could have also said that the sight before him was unexpected but that would be untrue too. The scream that had shattered the peace of their leisurely&nbsp; travel southwards had given him a pretty good idea of what to expect. A woman and a native of Itzamtali. What wasn't expected was the clothing and manner of a priestess. <br><br>"Alright," the adventurer said crawling off the saddle and up onto the head of his mount - which alone was the size of a small man - and pulled a small can free of his belt satchel. "Lift me up, you big lump."<br><br>With some care the big head lifted upwards till Stefan was within arm's reach of the tangled woman. Keeping clear of the searching tendrils he lifted the can, aimed it at the central mass, and depressed the lever on top. The mist that came was less than sweet smelling and while he tried to keep from spraying her the wind and flailing vines made that a losing battle. For her the mist was a mild - though somewhat growing - itchiness but the plant had a less pleasant reaction. Almost immediately retracting it's tentacles - and dropping her directly into his waiting arms. <br><br>"So... come here often?" Stefan asked giving her a lopsided grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand &amp; Madame Professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 07:49:05</strong>
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				Struggling against the tentacles, Akna hadn’t noticed the approach of the famed adventurer until an odd aroma filled the air. She coughed, a slow itch crawling over her as she squirmed. The smell was bad enough and the itching annoying and it all distracted her from the fact the plant was retreating with fervor, releasing it’s grip on her. So naturally she screamed again as gravity took its course on her. Her landing was softer than she expected, and only when his voice touched her ears, did she open her eyes, clamped shut when she had began to fall. <br><br>The&nbsp; golden blonde hair, the sun kissed skin, the crooked grin. Her hazel eyes widened as she realized just who had caught her. Her thought, came out in a soft whisper, <strong>”Stefan Luminescu.”</strong> Well, this was embarrassing. She had hoped to talk him into letting her join him on his trip down South, by showing him she could be a valuable asset and help out on his adventures. Him coming to her rescue didn’t help her cause. She frowned slightly at his words, not catch his meaning. She was a priestess, as he would clearly be able to tell by her attire; the natural cotton wrapped tightly around her breasts and at her hips, with enough room for movement, the extra cloth draping down her front and back. <br><br>Her cheeks warmed as she realized that he had probably seen under her skirt and being in his arms didn’t help. Flustered, she squirmed, trying to get herself back upright. <strong>”What? Sorry, no. I was looking for…”</strong> She looked about, surprised by how high up they were. Her eyes traveled down to the leathery skin of Stefan’s steed. The tyrannosaurus rex was massive and stood still under its master’s direction. Akna was careful as she moved to step down. Steadying herself, her gaze drifted up to the adventurer, still wide. <strong>”I was looking for you. It snuck up on me. Thank you for saving me.”</strong> Her gaze drifted, embarrassed once more at having to be rescued from the carnivorous plants. <br><br>Perhaps she was getting in over her head after all. But she had risked everything, sneaking out to find him. She could go back. Her gaze shot back to Stefan, wide but fierce, <strong>”Don’t take me back.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand &amp; Madame Professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>deadmanshand</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 21:54:04</strong>
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				"You're welcome," Stefan said watching her regain her composure - his offset grin still in place. He was taking her measure as she showed herself. The blush, the surprise, the fierceness... it was all very interesting. A priestess and a runaway. That was going to make her popular back home. "And I wouldn't dream of taking you back."<br><br>Glancing down he stamped his foot and said, "Put us down, you big brute."<br><br>Gnash lowered his head slowly till they were close enough to jump safely. It wasn't the steadiest of descents but it was sure enough just to give the illusion of falling off and not the reality. He went first jumping without a second thought and landing with the ease of long practice. Turning he offered her his hand and another quick smile.<br><br>"So you are obviously acquainted with me. Being that you know my name and came looking for me and - while I am always flattered when a pretty girl chases me - I must ask the obvious. Who are you and why did you follow me?" Stefan asked cocking his head to the side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand &amp; Madame Professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 02:30:10</strong>
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				Relief visibly showed in the sag of her shoulders as Stefan said he'd not escort her back to Itzamtali. Akna couldn't imagine living trapped with the temple walls any longer. And the trouble she would get into for leaving, well, she was safer out here with the beasts and vines. As the beast below her began to move at its master's command, Akna wobbled a tad and tried to steady herself as the ground grew closer. Pausing at the offer hand, the priestess accepted the help to dismount from the large beast's head. Brushing herself, she smiled up at Stefan as he inquired about her reasoning for being out in the wilderness. <strong>"My name is Akna and I was hoping... you'd let me travel with you."</strong> <br><br>She turned to face him, the smile softening as she became serious. <strong>"All I do is scribe and study in preparation for ceremonies. But I long for more than that. To see the world and experience it the way you do."</strong> The compliment he paid her seemed to go unnoticed, as her face set in a serious expression. <strong>"I'll not get in your way! I can be helpful! I have a vast knowledge of the ancient language of the tribes. I can even read the ancient texts!"</strong> It was a skill not many had, in truth, and could prove valuable. Akna's hazel orbs shone brightly up at the man, full of hope. <strong>"Please, let me come with you. I'll not get in your way."</strong> She swallowed as she waited, hoping she had made a strong enough case, otherwise she would be left alone in a wilderness she did not know, with only her spear and wit to guide her. <br><br>And she had already seen how well that worked out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of the Green (deadmanshand &amp; Madame Professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>deadmanshand</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 07:56:09</strong>
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				"A priestess trained in the language of the ancients could be quite useful. There is no denying that," Stefan conceded with a nod as he leaned against Gnash' flank. He could read some of the ancient texts on his own but their were so many dialects between them. A thousand languages covering every topic and marvel of man - and acting as a lock to that very knowledge.&nbsp; After a moment of deliberation he flashed his trademark smile and said, "Well... I certainly understand the desire to go out and see the world. If I hadn't left home much the same way you never would have heard of me and we wouldn't be here. And where would the fun be in that?" <br><br>"So what say we head back to the caravan and get you some proper jungle gear together? And maybe some lunch. Hanne should have lunch ready by now and he's been bragging about this new chili recipe he picked up two villages back," the explorer said even as he started ushering the her and Gnash back towards the caravan. The path was easy enough to follow as it had been plowed by several tons of saurian only minutes before.<br><br>It only took a minute to reach the original path - a winding road of false stone laid down in ancient times and bearing now the rising stalks of grass and weed rising from the earth hidden beneath. It was wide enough for Gnash to walk freely without touching branch to either side despite the towering trees that lined it. Along a stretch sat the Luminescu Troupe as they called themselves if by no one else since most stories of the adventurer left them out almost entirely. A dozen good men and women picked up over a career chasing legends. Tribals and Travelers next to men from the Shining City whispered of to children in these lands as a legend. All sunkissed in skin and calloused of hand while wearing clothes of similar make to Stefan's own. Between them were their saurians. Ridgebacks and trihorns mostly with a pair of headbangers to round them out. A few people and animals looked up as they returned but most just went about their business and their business was lunch if the smell in the air meant anything.<br><br>Stefan gave her a little bow complete with a flourish and said, "Welcome to the Luminescue Troupe, Akna."
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