Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!
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				Title: <strong>Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 18:52:54</strong>
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				Here begins the unofficial record of dubious actions undertaken by various rascals in the Western Lands of Talislanta, put to record by order of His Illuminated Impressiveness, Lord K'thamb of Hajjin, this year of (redacted) to preserve forever the shame and inexcusable actions of the barbarians involved.<br><br><br><br>Editor's Note<br><em>Most scribes believe this document to be the lunatic ravings of one Erd Guilishwinson, a particularly obnoxious example of a layabout, bawd, and tapster come late to the more refined occupation of chronicler, but Umm of Umbridge and his companion Mod Hattir hold that there were several authors and that the uneven style was due to an unknown party attempting to edit the scattered fragments of record into a coherent whole.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:25:46</strong>
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				Spring was beautiful in Zanth, with its copper spires and minarets gleaming not far away. The gilded and silvery roofs of the Sultan of Zandu's fabulous palace gave their own soft, distinctive shimmer, too, which looked like blood under the light of the sunset.<br><br>The Sarista camp boasted its own colours, including everything one can see in a rainbow, and than some more. Everybody was preparing for the wedding ceremony of two members of the clan. It was a grand event, since each had at least a couple other spouses, and some of them had their own spouses, too. Truly, it was the day where the whole clan was becoming one family!<br><br>The head of the Petran family knew that with this event, a significant portion of the next generation might need to intermarry with another clan. For some people, there would be just too much familial relationships to be allowed to marry. The elders said it is a good thing - that the need for partners from other clans keeps the Sarista strong and united.<br>But that was a matter for later. For now, she was busy thinking of the unusual visitors that happened to be present for the wedding. Of course, the Sarista didn't mind it. In fact, the Thaecian and the three Muses were more than welcome, as would be any musician, or just a good dancer! The Thaecian - what was his name, again? - was indeed a musician, and a wizard, and he had already shown that his wizardry is meant to improve his performance.<br>It was a use for magic most Sarista would heartily approve. He was really glad his granddaughter, Viorica, had invited the guy.<br>The Muses were also likely to add substantially to the revelry after the gifts were exchanged. No, these ones were not a problem.<br>The problem was, the Thaecian had dragged along two friends of his. One was an Arimite girl hiding her face behind a Djaffir mask that was obviously made for another. It was unclear how she had found one, but most Djaffir weren't too keen to part with their masks. Not to mention the Arimite were not known to appreciate music.<br>The other was a certament if she had ever seen one, down to the Zandir duelling sword and the left-hand dagger. And more importantly, he was flamboyant, hot-tempered and haughty all at the same time.<br>The curious part was, he was a Cymrillian. Obviously, they had their own duellists-for-hire. Well, at least the spangalor armour shimmered nicely, as he was wearing the garish, light-weight variety known as silversparkle. It attracted some attention by the girls, and some guys. He seemed to politely ignore the guys, unless they were wearing a sword, though. Some girls seemed to elicit his interest, though. Of course, given that he seemed to be good-mannered, the clan leader doubted that would be a problem.<br>And then there was the guy with the big, old sword...<br>He had never seen a Xambrian wizard-hunter before and was fascinated. It was a curious sight, and the way he seemed to be listening to you and someone else when there were only the two of you seemed to confirm the bad and the good rumours he had heard. He didn't mention where his spirits were leading him.<br>The clan leader secretly hoped it was somewhere far away. It was always better if the threat that can draw a Xambrian is far away, preferably in Aaman or Rajanin.<br>Other than that, Xionphan seemed like a nice guy. But his fate, eternally hunting dark wizards and conversing with spirits, wasn't one to envy, the clan leader thought.<br>He just hoped he wouldn't clash with his step-daughter, Viorica. Granted, she was an witch, not a necromancer, and wizard hunters didn't seem to mind all magicians.<br>But it still seemed Fortuna was giving them a sign that it is time to move camp yet again. Not before the wedding, though, he decided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 19:35:38</strong>
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				Uncharacteristic though it might seem, the Arimite girl did seem to enjoy the music, and gave every show of watching the dancers (but whether she appreciated the view or disdained the frivolity was hard to tell, given the mask).&nbsp; Nonetheless, she remained close to the Thaecian as if using him as an anchor.<br><br>The Muses, it must be said, also drew her attention, judging by the frequency with which the mask turned almost toward them but not quite...jealousy, perhaps?&nbsp; Curiousity.&nbsp; Perhaps more.
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				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 00:04:09</strong>
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				As the time for the main ritual was approaching, there was a sudden tumult. A tall jaka has appeared, with black, shortly-trimmed fur. He looks as the standard jaka except for a queue that reaches halfway down his back. unsurprisingly, he has broad shoulders and a toned body, wearing a calm expression.<br>He was accompanied by a gnomekin, who had some recommendation letters. Upon reading them, the head of the Sarista whistled.<br>Well, hopefully, a manhunter wouldn't be needed. At least, this one wasn't here to capture one of theirs.
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				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:37:44</strong>
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				Viorica found life with her family more stressful than it ever had in the past.&nbsp; In her travels without them she had only yearned to be back with them, but now she only feared for what might happen if her vengeful dead husband's brother turned up and decided to make trouble.&nbsp; It was a constant watching, questioning fortune and looking for answers where they seemed always to fade into the distance ahead of her.<br><br>It had been a casual decision on her part to invite the Thaecian since he had proved to be a valuable ally when she had tried to find her way back 'home'.&nbsp; She had felt that her meager skill at dancing was not enough repayment for his kindnesses.&nbsp; It had been some years since their last meeting so she was pleased that he had been able to come.&nbsp; His 'friends' however welcome they were to indulge in the celebration were a curiosity.&nbsp; She did not expect them to be trouble for her since she was certain the Thaecian meant her no harm even though the wizard hunter had brought worry to her family.<br><br>And that was what had sent her back to her tent which was nestled on the edge of camp beside her cart and two Silvermanes Astha and Sunj.&nbsp; She tended to burn thick smoke near her tent in a fire pit at its entrance to cook a variety of herbs in the way her grandmother taught her.&nbsp; Sometimes her cousins and nieces would come and watch as she started in on a new 'recipe', but not today.<br><br>Lately she had been asking the gods about the safety of her family and the new couple that they were celebrating.&nbsp; The answer seemed to point to them moving camp, and soon, but she could not seem to perceive whether it was safe to remain for the wedding or not.&nbsp; She knew her father meant for them to be still at least another night.&nbsp; Viorica was particularly anxious.&nbsp; She wanted to be able to enjoy the party, but what if it was vain to trust in Fortuna for one night more when clearly the old gods foretold danger on the horizon.&nbsp; Her cousin had been married three times before, so throwing yet another big celebration under such circumstances seemed a little bit foolhardy to her.<br><br>But it was their way to laugh at death, was it not?&nbsp; She spread dried crushed Kindleberries around her fire to mask the scent of the various herbs she had used and to purge her sleeping area of some of the stranger odors they tended to make, then dusted off her hands and headed to where the merriment was taking place.&nbsp; The berries had a nice smell to them, much like perfume so she did not mind having it on her.&nbsp; She did not want to miss the wedding ritual after all.&nbsp; It would have been rude for her to be absent from that only to take part in the celebration afterward and she did intend to dance with the other women especially if the Thaecian was intending to play.<br><br>Tossing back her long black hair, she wore her most colorful traditional attire.&nbsp; It almost made her a little sad inside that her wedding had not been similarly celebrated.
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				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 15:47:26</strong>
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				<em>"Speaking of the wolf..."</em><br>She turned and found Thalealius the Thaecian smiling at her. He should have followed her during a break.<br>"Didn't want to disturb you earlier, my fair Viorica, but I noticed you are your usual gaily self!", he bows and offered her a flower he had probably picked earlier. "Is there anything that worries you, burdening your heart with heavy thoughts? You know I'd be glad to help!"
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:04:34</strong>
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				Kalaj made a light frown with the whistle, it was one of the few sounds his ears hadn't yet got used to. One that the gnomekin next to him liked to do, well at least here it didn't echoed in the walls and reverberated on the crystal shards.&nbsp; "The chip seems to be staying in place, Oro..." He whispered when the Saristas' head looked away, his glance on the statue that had been brought earlier. He didn't waited for the gnomekin's reply, instead, he wandered into the party while looking around at each of the guests. Smiling politely and bowing his head as a greeting to those that stared at him for a long time or had already greeted him in a similar fashion. <br><br><em>Speaking of the wolf</em> He looked over his shoulder as the words rang in his hear, noticing it wasn't addresed to him, he continued his exploration. His target had to be here, otherwise it would have been a waste the time he had spent with the gnomekin. Well not a complete waste, he had gotten an eye on the subterraniod swords and what they could do, if he could he would get a hand on one of those...Or a crystalblade, a crystalblade would be useful too. "Maybe both..." he whispered in a distracted voice. <br><br>He found himself in front of the crystal statue, his eyes looked around the base for the chip that the gnomekin had induced by accident, one that he had made sure to cause. Without the gnomekin noticing of course. It was just a matter of luring his target close and kicking the statue in the right place. A shocked face and a shower of apologies as he tried to lift the statue would do the trick.
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				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:30:14</strong>
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				The Saristan Witch was surprised to hear the familiar voice and turned in a welcoming way surprised that Thalealius was so close by.&nbsp; It did not trouble her in the slightest to consider that he might have been watching her.&nbsp; On another day she may as well have been the one stalking him as some of her younger nieces tended to do when he was about camp.&nbsp; She could imagine there might well be three or four hunting around for him in camp even now.<br><br>She was smiling well before her dark eyes fell upon the flower.&nbsp; "There is always something troubling me these days."&nbsp; She mused in a vague way.&nbsp; She did not have to be wholly honest with him.&nbsp; "My sister is quite captivated with your friend, the Xambrian, but even I will admit that she has a soft spot for foreign men."&nbsp; Her eyes fell on him with a hint of humor since despite his friendliness with the Sarista, he still qualified as foreign.&nbsp; "But my father is concerned, naturally because he does look quite dangerous.&nbsp; Will you tell me about him?"<br><br>The sister, of course was only half-way fictional.&nbsp; It was a ruse intended to play upon the minstrel's fondness for her family to open up about his friend some.&nbsp; Viorica only wished some reassurance that the Xambrian would not be the source of the trouble she knew to be coming.<br><br>Plucking the flower from his grasp she nestled it into a small bunch of ribbon that was fastened to her bust-line.&nbsp; The flower added a new splash of color to her party attire and at least for the moment made her feel particularly pretty.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:50:03</strong>
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				Thalealius smiled at her words on foreigners, showing he gets the meaning.<br>"Your sister doesn't seem the only one to like foreigners", his deep, trained voice mused.<br>"And the Xambrian is probably someone's friend, but I'm not sure whether he considers me to be one. I think Dinigorgeus knows him better... or not. Ask him for more, if you want. I can only tell you that I don't see evil in the Xambrian's heart - and you know I have some telempathic abilities, thanks to my grandmother".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 21:34:32</strong>
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				Kalaj noticed his queue dangling outside from his cloak, no worn as a cape as he had arranged it not to drape around his shoulders. He gathered and pulled it inside with a practiced motion, the ride on the equs must have been the reason for it. Focusing as he noticed the muses, he grinned and cleared his mind, changing his murderous intent for mild curiosity. Changing his mood and hiding his thoughts came with his line of work. <br><br>He had heard that the muses could receive thoughts, and that was what filled his mind as he approached the group. One in particular had gathered his interest, his target of course. Lyliandre was her name if he recalled correctly, the reason for her being a target was unknown to him and although he wasn't fond of his line of work or employers, he would abide until he got enough power amongst them. Leaning on a column, he watched the movements of the three. His thoughts still on the sameline as before, wondering if the rumors about them being able to catch thoughts was true or if they were only rumors. "I have to get someone to teach me some high talislan..." He muttered, luckily so far he hadn't needed such knowledge but it could come handy in the future.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 23:36:19</strong>
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				Viorica did not find her concerns assuaged by his words but at least there was somewhere else to look for answers. As was often the case she found him entirely too charming to try to press him for more information.<br><br>"I think your grandmother must be an interesting woman."&nbsp; She remarked.&nbsp; "Especially if she is at least half as interesting as you.&nbsp; What are you doing here anyway?&nbsp; The party is there."&nbsp; She waved in the direction that she had been heading.&nbsp; "You know that you could probably find five girls younger than me who would dance and sing with you all night."&nbsp; Her fingers brushed the edge of the flower that he had given her which suggested that she approved of his decision to come looking for her anyway.<br><br>"But I suppose since you have come dallying with me you will have to suffer with my dancing."&nbsp; She said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Let's go see what my cousin's fifth husband looks like, shall we?"&nbsp; Back was the spark in her eye that came when she was in good spirits.&nbsp; She was more interested in the wine that would be served to celebrate the new couple.&nbsp; The party always became a bit more exhuberent once the guests were a little inebriated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 22:07:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3706331#msg3706331">Quote from: Drift on 30-09-2010, 23:36:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viorica did not find her concerns assuaged by his words but at least there was somewhere else to look for answers. As was often the case she found him entirely too charming to try to press him for more information.<br><br>"I think your grandmother must be an interesting woman."&nbsp; She remarked.&nbsp; "Especially if she is at least half as interesting as you.&nbsp; What are you doing here anyway?&nbsp; The party is there."&nbsp; She waved in the direction that she had been heading.&nbsp; "You know that you could probably find five girls younger than me who would dance and sing with you all night."&nbsp; Her fingers brushed the edge of the flower that he had given her which suggested that she approved of his decision to come looking for her anyway.<br><br>"But I suppose since you have come dallying with me you will have to suffer with my dancing."&nbsp; She said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Let's go see what my cousin's fifth husband looks like, shall we?"&nbsp; Back was the spark in her eye that came when she was in good spirits.&nbsp; She was more interested in the wine that would be served to celebrate the new couple.&nbsp; The party always became a bit more exhuberent once the guests were a little inebriated.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"My reasons are my own, so I choose who to follow, or invite for a dance", he smirked.&nbsp; "I already danced with one of your - I think she's your niece, actually. But yes, making you suffer my dancing is always helpful! Just let me make this dance a better show! Some wizardry is always helpful in this..."<br>He pulled a book, which he opened on the necessary page really fast. Than he started an incantation, reading from the book.<br>He was ready before the time one needs to blink half a dozen times. The magician's skin started glowing bright green, especially at the articulations. When he moved, it was the move of a dancer with years of practice, more dextrous than most people could ever dream of.<br>"Let's dance!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 22:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3705816#msg3705816">Quote from: Leorobin on 30-09-2010, 21:34:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj noticed his queue dangling outside from his cloak, no worn as a cape as he had arranged it not to drape around his shoulders. He gathered and pulled it inside with a practiced motion, the ride on the equs must have been the reason for it. Focusing as he noticed the muses, he grinned and cleared his mind, changing his murderous intent for mild curiosity. Changing his mood and hiding his thoughts came with his line of work. <br><br>He had heard that the muses could receive thoughts, and that was what filled his mind as he approached the group. One in particular had gathered his interest, his target of course. Lyliandre was her name if he recalled correctly, the reason for her being a target was unknown to him and although he wasn't fond of his line of work or employers, he would abide until he got enough power amongst them. Leaning on a column, he watched the movements of the three. His thoughts still on the sameline as before, wondering if the rumors about them being able to catch thoughts was true or if they were only rumors. "I have to get someone to teach me some high talislan..." He muttered, luckily so far he hadn't needed such knowledge but it could come handy in the future.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A whisp lifted his head and suddenly approached the Jaka.<br>"The lady Lyliandre has noticed the interest you have taken in her", the whisp snorted as if this was something he had to deal with frequently, "and wants to invite you to have tea together!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:43:09</strong>
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				Keeping close to the Thaecian, Adjia moves back to allow him his private conversation with the Sarista woman.&nbsp; Then, as if reconsidering holding so tightly to the man, she turns and takes a brief tour of the camp, looking at this and that, always with her hands in plain sight--one on her coin purse, the other near one of her many knives.&nbsp; She seems to do this out of habit, rather than any belief that she's in peril.<br><br>Alas, that her expresison remains hidden!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:34:44</strong>
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				"It would be an honor" he smiled and nodded at the whisp, waiting to see if it guided him towards the muses. It seemed that his informationabout their abilities was correct. He was mildly amused by that ability and he focused on keeping his head clear of any other intentions besides his curiosity. It would be unwise to let the muse kow his true intentions with them. 
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				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 02:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3714415#msg3714415">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 02-10-2010, 22:07:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My reasons are my own, so I choose who to follow, or invite for a dance", he smirked.&nbsp; "I already danced with one of your - I think she's your niece, actually. But yes, making you suffer my dancing is always helpful! Just let me make this dance a better show! Some wizardry is always helpful in this..."<br>He pulled a book, which he opened on the necessary page really fast. Than he started an incantation, reading from the book.<br>He was ready before the time one needs to blink half a dozen times. The magician's skin started glowing bright green, especially at the articulations. When he moved, it was the move of a dancer with years of practice, more dextrous than most people could ever dream of.<br>"Let's dance!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Viorica watched his actions with amused humor.&nbsp; It was easier for a fellow practicioner of magic to appreciate the gumption of a man who would so frivolously have his spellbook at hand with the appropriate incantation.&nbsp; She noted that the pages were marked, probably for easy reference.&nbsp; Unlike her brothers and sisters of the Sarista, Viorica was quite literate.&nbsp; This was ironic to her since her family's spoken tongue was poorly suited to written word.&nbsp; She often wrote in other tongues when she found it necessary to do so but knew how to scrawl some shorthand that might have been interpreted by a fellow Saristan with some added thought.&nbsp; More often than not it was for leaving notes to herself.<br><br>"Flattery will get you far."&nbsp; She laughed and allowed him to lead her to the center of camp where the music was louder, the wine was freer and the their dancing was sure to gain notice.&nbsp; She had little doubt that most of her nieces would have envied a dance or two with him.&nbsp; She suspected her father had probably already talked his ears off with the possibility of a marriage or two.&nbsp; It would have amused her to hear how that conversation surely went but he was a very handsome devil despite being a foreigner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 10:35:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3719606#msg3719606">Quote from: Drift on 04-10-2010, 02:04:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viorica watched his actions with amused humor.&nbsp; It was easier for a fellow practicioner of magic to appreciate the gumption of a man who would so frivolously have his spellbook at hand with the appropriate incantation.&nbsp; She noted that the pages were marked, probably for easy reference.&nbsp; Unlike her brothers and sisters of the Sarista, Viorica was quite literate.&nbsp; This was ironic to her since her family's spoken tongue was poorly suited to written word.&nbsp; She often wrote in other tongues when she found it necessary to do so but knew how to scrawl some shorthand that might have been interpreted by a fellow Saristan with some added thought.&nbsp; More often than not it was for leaving notes to herself.<br><br>"Flattery will get you far."&nbsp; She laughed and allowed him to lead her to the center of camp where the music was louder, the wine was freer and the their dancing was sure to gain notice.&nbsp; She had little doubt that most of her nieces would have envied a dance or two with him.&nbsp; She suspected her father had probably already talked his ears off with the possibility of a marriage or two.&nbsp; It would have amused her to hear how that conversation surely went but he was a very handsome devil despite being a foreigner.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Flattery? Such an ugly word for politeness", he smiled as he twirled her in the rhythm of the music. The smile was a bit ghost-like, with his skin emitting its faint green glow, and his voice was naturally deep and resonant.<br>All in all, the guy was presenting quite the nice show by himself. But then, that's what he was here for, wasn't he?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3718981#msg3718981">Quote from: MadPanda on 03-10-2010, 23:43:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Keeping close to the Thaecian, Adjia moves back to allow him his private conversation with the Sarista woman.&nbsp; Then, as if reconsidering holding so tightly to the man, she turns and takes a brief tour of the camp, looking at this and that, always with her hands in plain sight--one on her coin purse, the other near one of her many knives.&nbsp; She seems to do this out of habit, rather than any belief that she's in peril.<br><br>Alas, that her expresison remains hidden!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>While Adija is walking around the camp, she receives an offer to dance, too. Maybe the youth has made a bet with his friends, maybe he's just curious by nature.<br>His clothes, while as multi-coloured as possible, are in the "forest" colours, featuring all kinds of green, brown and some black spots. Among the Sarista, this probably means he's a hunter.<br><br><br><br>At the other end of the camp, the Cymrillian certament Dinigorgeus approached Xionphan.<br>After looking at him apprehensively, he bowed. It showed more respect than one usually pays to strangers.<br>"My name is Dinigorgeous. Do you happen to be the swordsman named Xionphan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 04:46:08</strong>
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				Xionphan stood at the edge of the festivities, idly holding a cup of some sort of alcoholic beverage which he had yet to taste. Weddings weren't..... A common event for him. They had little meaning for most Xambrians, for few of them ever took up a bond even amongst themselves, and he wasn't even associated with the present couple. He had been invited to the festivities as a matter of courtesy after having been chatted to - mostly one way - by one of the men from the camp that had visited the inn in which he was staying. He wasn't entirely sure why he decided to come. Of course, there wasn't much for him to do under the circumstances and at least the food and drink were free.<br><br>Presently he was approached a Cymrillian donned with armour and carrying a sword at his hip. Xionphan looked over at the man as he stepped up and bowed to him, more than was strictly called for by polite company, and introduced himself as Dinigorgeous. Xionphan gave a slight, short bow of his own and upon being queried about his name he replied, after a pause: "<em>I am he.</em>"<br>He didn't know how this richly dressed man knew him by name, other than if the Sarista man who had invited him had spread it around. But he said no more, waiting for the Cymrillian to go ahead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 05:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3721702#msg3721702">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-10-2010, 10:35:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">While Adija is walking around the camp, she receives an offer to dance, too. Maybe the youth has made a bet with his friends, maybe he's just curious by nature.<br><br>His clothes, while as multi-coloured as possible, are in the "forest" colours, featuring all kinds of green, brown and some black spots. Among the Sarista, this probably means he's a hunter.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The masked one accepts after a moment of hesitation.<br><br>"I am not the skilled partner you deserve," she tells him softly, her voice carrying a peculiar accent..not at all the usual one for an Arimite, either.&nbsp; "I warn you that your feet may not love you for your generosity, but I shall do my best not to tread upon them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 16:57:33</strong>
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				The whisp lead him to a small tent where Lyliandre was already boiling water for the tea. The muse proved charming, smiling all the time while pouring tea, inquiring about his health, and the trouble he might have encountered on the road. The Jaka felt his mental shield sliding away several times at inopportune moments, although he made sure to be looking away from her, so she doesn't make a connection.<br>Suddenly, Lyliandre stopped sipping on her tea and leaned toward him on her rug.<br>"You are a dangerous, violent person", she stated matter-of-factly. "I can't tell if you like violence, or just had to use it too often and it became a habit to you..."<br>She sighed deeply.<br>"Alas, not everybody reveres Life. But I'm afraid I might need the services of one like you. Would you be interested in a contract to keep me safe? I have an enemy who doesn't revere Life, or anything short of money for that matter, and I might be willing to buy the services of one like you!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3725205#msg3725205">Quote from: BenedictWolfe on 05-10-2010, 04:46:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Xionphan stood at the edge of the festivities, idly holding a cup of some sort of alcoholic beverage which he had yet to taste. Weddings weren't..... A common event for him. They had little meaning for most Xambrians, for few of them ever took up a bond even amongst themselves, and he wasn't even associated with the present couple. He had been invited to the festivities as a matter of courtesy after having been chatted to - mostly one way - by one of the men from the camp that had visited the inn in which he was staying. He wasn't entirely sure why he decided to come. Of course, there wasn't much for him to do under the circumstances and at least the food and drink were free.<br><br>Presently he was approached a Cymrillian donned with armour and carrying a sword at his hip. Xionphan looked over at the man as he stepped up and bowed to him, more than was strictly called for by polite company, and introduced himself as Dinigorgeous. Xionphan gave a slight, short bow of his own and upon being queried about his name he replied, after a pause: "<em>I am he.</em>"<br>He didn't know how this richly dressed man knew him by name, other than if the Sarista man who had invited him had spread it around. But he said no more, waiting for the Cymrillian to go ahead.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Wonderful! I have heard your abilities with a blade are something to be proud of. Can we strike a deal?"<br>Dingo smiles devilishly.<br>"You give me a lesson, or you give everybody an exhibition, at your choice. For my part, I will give you some information that I believe might be important for you!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3725568#msg3725568">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-10-2010, 05:59:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The masked one accepts after a moment of hesitation.<br><br>"I am not the skilled partner you deserve," she tells him softly, her voice carrying a peculiar accent..not at all the usual one for an Arimite, either.&nbsp; "I warn you that your feet may not love you for your generosity, but I shall do my best not to tread upon them."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man giggled, almost like a girl. Well, he was young, so it was understandable.<br>"If I only danced with good dancers, I would soon run out of partners. I prefer dancing with intriguing ones, whatever their skill!"<br>He stretches his hand towards her, inviting her to take it and begin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 18:49:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3726975#msg3726975">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-10-2010, 16:57:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man giggled, almost like a girl. Well, he was young, so it was understandable.<br>"If I only danced with good dancers, I would soon run out of partners. I prefer dancing with intriguing ones, whatever their skill!"<br>He stretches his hand towards her, inviting her to take it and begin.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You are very brave, then."<br><br>Taking his hand, Adija does her best to follow, but since half the time she seems to be trying to lead, this is not quite the simple matter it seems!&nbsp; Onlookers may well find the results entertaining to watch, and definitely a change of pace from the more accomplished entertainers elsewhere.<br><br>"I have often been called such things.&nbsp; Not always with kind intent," she confides as they whirl.&nbsp; "And I suspect you are not as innocent as you appear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 00:00:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3721702#msg3721702">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-10-2010, 10:35:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Flattery? Such an ugly word for politeness", he smiled as he twirled her in the rhythm of the music. The smile was a bit ghost-like, with his skin emitting its faint green glow, and his voice was naturally deep and resonant.<br>All in all, the guy was presenting quite the nice show by himself. But then, that's what he was here for, wasn't he?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Well, the dancing was pleasant enough but Viorica could imagine it was probably more fun to do and be involved with than it was to watch.&nbsp; She had seen far flashier performances from Thalealius in the past.&nbsp; She took it as a good thing since surely he had to be comfortable with her if he was dancing more for fun than for show.&nbsp; The truth of the matter was, there was another couple that was far more eye-catching than they were and even she found her eye trailing off in that direction from time to time unintentionally.<br><br>As the music paused and the instrumentalists took a moment to refresh themselves Viorica gracefully nudged Thalealius to where they might find some refreshments, snatching up some of the sticky spice cakes her mother had made for the occasion and gesturing for her guest to help himself.<br><br>"You should tell me about what you have been up to since I last saw you."&nbsp; She said smiling, figuring that conversation might be better than dancing for now and if they managed to find themselves some of the wedding wine it would matter even less how well they danced.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:50:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3726975#msg3726975">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-10-2010, 16:57:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The whisp lead him to a small tent where Lyliandre was already boiling water for the tea. The muse proved charming, smiling all the time while pouring tea, inquiring about his health, and the trouble he might have encountered on the road. The Jaka felt his mental shield sliding away several times at inopportune moments, although he made sure to be looking away from her, so she doesn't make a connection.<br>Suddenly, Lyliandre stopped sipping on her tea and leaned toward him on her rug.<br>"You are a dangerous, violent person", she stated matter-of-factly. "I can't tell if you like violence, or just had to use it too often and it became a habit to you..."<br>She sighed deeply.<br>"Alas, not everybody reveres Life. But I'm afraid I might need the services of one like you. Would you be interested in a contract to keep me safe? I have an enemy who doesn't revere Life, or anything short of money for that matter, and I might be willing to buy the services of one like you!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kalaj followed the wisp to the tent and smiled as he went inside, he had to earn her trust or at least amuse her enough to allow certain degree of confidence in him. He tried to focus on keeping his mental barrier up, but despite his abilities, the Muse's inquiries and attentions relaxed him enough for his control to slip ocasionally. He still did his best to avoid her noticing, but it wasn't an easy task. <br><br>The jaka raised an eyebrow when Lyliandre leaned closer to him and he froze when she stated he was a violent person, noticing his mission was in jeopardy, still he averted his thoughts from that topic. "It is more of the later than of the first..." He listened to what she had to say and grinnd, his luck seemed tobe changing. "I'd be honored to take such job. What or whom do you need protection against, during what time and how much are you willing to pay? I apologize if I'm direct but such affairs are best talked in a straight fashion." He tried to remain polite and respectful, keeping eye contact with her. His mind was focused on the contract she was offering him and what it would imply if he had to travel with her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 10:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3727393#msg3727393">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-10-2010, 18:49:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are very brave, then."<br><br>Taking his hand, Adija does her best to follow, but since half the time she seems to be trying to lead, this is not quite the simple matter it seems!&nbsp; Onlookers may well find the results entertaining to watch, and definitely a change of pace from the more accomplished entertainers elsewhere.<br><br>"I have often been called such things.&nbsp; Not always with kind intent," she confides as they whirl.&nbsp; "And I suspect you are not as innocent as you appear."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I have often been called brave", he flashes white teeth. "And not always with kind intent either. But you are the first to tell me I appear innocent!"<br>The guy seems to be thinking hard, letting her take the lead when she wants, and taking the lead himself when she gets out of rhythm, gently nudging her in the right tempo.<br>"Should have been the smile", he decides. "I need to practise it more, this is a result I like. And who was it that showed unkind intent towards you? Such despicable lack of manners shall be punished, I say!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3728869#msg3728869">Quote from: Drift on 06-10-2010, 00:00:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well, the dancing was pleasant enough but Viorica could imagine it was probably more fun to do and be involved with than it was to watch.&nbsp; She had seen far flashier performances from Thalealius in the past.&nbsp; She took it as a good thing since surely he had to be comfortable with her if he was dancing more for fun than for show.&nbsp; The truth of the matter was, there was another couple that was far more eye-catching than they were and even she found her eye trailing off in that direction from time to time unintentionally.<br><br>As the music paused and the instrumentalists took a moment to refresh themselves Viorica gracefully nudged Thalealius to where they might find some refreshments, snatching up some of the sticky spice cakes her mother had made for the occasion and gesturing for her guest to help himself.<br><br>"You should tell me about what you have been up to since I last saw you."&nbsp; She said smiling, figuring that conversation might be better than dancing for now and if they managed to find themselves some of the wedding wine it would matter even less how well they danced.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I wasn't engaged in anything strenuous, I can guarantee", Thalealius smiled. "I had some people wanting to engage me in some strenuous activities - mostly unhappy husbands or brothers - but I managed to avoid most. And the only one I didn't manage to avoid was taken care of by Dingo, there. He was kind enough not to kill him, too. So, one can say I met him while he was puncturing the arm of a man who was chasing me and screaming for my blood!"<br>He sighed.<br>"If I had a couple more incidents like this, I'd make a song out of it, and reap a great success playing it. Alas, I am still gathering suitable material for it! I have a feeling I wouldn't need to wait too long for it, though. The man seems to attract trouble the way honey attract flies."<br>He ends his discourse with a laugh.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3731419#msg3731419">Quote from: Leorobin on 06-10-2010, 06:50:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj followed the wisp to the tent and smiled as he went inside, he had to earn her trust or at least amuse her enough to allow certain degree of confidence in him. He tried to focus on keeping his mental barrier up, but despite his abilities, the Muse's inquiries and attentions relaxed him enough for his control to slip ocasionally. He still did his best to avoid her noticing, but it wasn't an easy task. <br><br>The jaka raised an eyebrow when Lyliandre leaned closer to him and he froze when she stated he was a violent person, noticing his mission was in jeopardy, still he averted his thoughts from that topic. "It is more of the later than of the first..." He listened to what she had to say and grinnd, his luck seemed tobe changing. "I'd be honored to take such job. What or whom do you need protection against, during what time and how much are you willing to pay? I apologize if I'm direct but such affairs are best talked in a straight fashion." He tried to remain polite and respectful, keeping eye contact with her. His mind was focused on the contract she was offering him and what it would imply if he had to travel with her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The muse sighed wearily. Kalaj realizes that the Low Talislan seems to be tiring for her to speak, when she addresses the whisp instead.<br>"She says she had a lover", the little imp translates. "She left him when she grew bored with him; he took it as any low-cultured man might be expected to do, and ordered his servants to chain her in a cage and put a collar on her. Just like a beast, this man didn't understand subtleties and free will, not to mention the finer things in life. When they failed, he grew sore, like a wound infected by flies, and tried to buy her death with money. A friend from his household warned us that an assassin will try to find her shortly, no doubt a man with a heart of flint and steely eyes that would cut her life short without being swayed by emotion or remorse!"<br>The creature looks at the Muse and continues after she nods.<br>"As for money, my mistress says she's never before had to pay for protection. But she says you can name your price, and if she can meet it, she would. If she can't, she will have to hope her Life is not yet forfeited, despite the cruel nature of the man that takes payment for such low work!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 19:11:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3731997#msg3731997">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-10-2010, 10:58:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I have often been called brave", he flashes white teeth. "And not always with kind intent either. But you are the first to tell me I appear innocent!"<br>The guy seems to be thinking hard, letting her take the lead when she wants, and taking the lead himself when she gets out of rhythm, gently nudging her in the right tempo.<br>"Should have been the smile", he decides. "I need to practise it more, this is a result I like. And who was it that showed unkind intent towards you? Such despicable lack of manners shall be punished, I say!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You are far too kind," she mumbles, flubbing a step and nearly stepping on his toes.&nbsp; "Nobody here, of course,&nbsp; Here I am unknown, save for my friend, and he would never do something so crass.&nbsp; But there have been others, at other times...you need not flatter me.&nbsp; I am not comely.&nbsp; Worse than that.&nbsp; But let us not speak of this, I pray you."<br><br>She catches the tempo again.<br><br>"I am unused to this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 04:22:01</strong>
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				"A disgruntled lover?" The information he had been given about his target usually didn't included who asked for the assasination, but this was certainly an unexpected outcome. His surprise was genuine, both in his reaction and thoughts, although he tried to conceal the reason of his surprise. Still the fact that someone would kill for such reason striked him as...dumb, yes that was the word. Assasinations were certainly not cheap and well, he wouldn't waste in such thing, at least he thought so. So far he had had little experience in the affairs of the heart, even when he lived amongst the other jaka. <br><br>His glance went from the muse to the wisp as the latter spoke, he could understand that talking tired her, from what he knew, muses were not used to it. He nodded as he heard the reasons behind her request for protection, it seemed that her former lover was wealthy. He understood what it was to have freedom and freewill stripped from him, so he could sympathise with the muse. "The price for such protection is usually around 50 gold lumnes per week. Are you willing to pay this price? If not, we can discuss a wager that you find more appropiate."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 17:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3735979#msg3735979">Quote from: Leorobin on 07-10-2010, 04:22:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"A disgruntled lover?" The information he had been given about his target usually didn't included who asked for the assasination, but this was certainly an unexpected outcome. His surprise was genuine, both in his reaction and thoughts, although he tried to conceal the reason of his surprise. Still the fact that someone would kill for such reason striked him as...dumb, yes that was the word. Assasinations were certainly not cheap and well, he wouldn't waste in such thing, at least he thought so. So far he had had little experience in the affairs of the heart, even when he lived amongst the other jaka. <br><br>His glance went from the muse to the wisp as the latter spoke, he could understand that talking tired her, from what he knew, muses were not used to it. He nodded as he heard the reasons behind her request for protection, it seemed that her former lover was wealthy. He understood what it was to have freedom and freewill stripped from him, so he could sympathise with the muse. "The price for such protection is usually around 50 gold lumnes per week. Are you willing to pay this price? If not, we can discuss a wager that you find more appropiate."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"For now, it is appropriate", is the reply, following an agitated conversation. "If we have to discuss it later, we will".<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3733133#msg3733133">Quote from: MadPanda on 06-10-2010, 19:11:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are far too kind," she mumbles, flubbing a step and nearly stepping on his toes.&nbsp; "Nobody here, of course,&nbsp; Here I am unknown, save for my friend, and he would never do something so crass.&nbsp; But there have been others, at other times...you need not flatter me.&nbsp; I am not comely.&nbsp; Worse than that.&nbsp; But let us not speak of this, I pray you."<br><br>She catches the tempo again.<br><br>"I am unused to this."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"That's fine with me", he smiles as he follows her lead, twirling like - well, like the dancer he obviously is. "Just tell me, what would you like to talk about? What interests you?"<br>He nods, as if listening to something.<br>"And I don't believe you are uncomely. But for now, let's leave it at that!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:05:56</strong>
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				"Very well, it is a deal then. You have Kalaj at your service milady." Kalaj bowed slightly to show his respect. The deal was done and altohugh it was only a verdal one, to him it held validity enough to ask for proper payment of what they had agreed in. His sight wandered to one of the walls of the tent, hearing the sounds of the party outside. "What are your plans after this wedding are over, milady?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:17:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3738460#msg3738460">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 07-10-2010, 17:46:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That's fine with me", he smiles as he follows her lead, twirling like - well, like the dancer he obviously is. "Just tell me, what would you like to talk about? What interests you?"<br>He nods, as if listening to something.<br>"And I don't believe you are uncomely. But for now, let's leave it at that!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I have seen mirrors," she said firmly.&nbsp; "But for now...I have never seen a Sarista wedding before.&nbsp; Could you enlighten me as to the particulars?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 01:28:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3731997#msg3731997">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-10-2010, 10:58:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I wasn't engaged in anything strenuous, I can guarantee", Thalealius smiled. "I had some people wanting to engage me in some strenuous activities - mostly unhappy husbands or brothers - but I managed to avoid most. And the only one I didn't manage to avoid was taken care of by Dingo, there. He was kind enough not to kill him, too. So, one can say I met him while he was puncturing the arm of a man who was chasing me and screaming for my blood!"<br>He sighed.<br>"If I had a couple more incidents like this, I'd make a song out of it, and reap a great success playing it. Alas, I am still gathering suitable material for it! I have a feeling I wouldn't need to wait too long for it, though. The man seems to attract trouble the way honey attract flies."<br>He ends his discourse with a laugh.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She laughed with him at his description of his life.&nbsp; "You know, if you were married, like a sensible man you could avoid all manner of strenuous conditions."&nbsp; It sounded like something one of her cousins would say.&nbsp; Then after a tick she realized she needed to clarify.&nbsp; "And that was not a proposal.&nbsp; Though, if you had need of a wife I suppose I could suggest a few."&nbsp; She paused for a moment counting fingers.&nbsp; "Most of them are fairly good wives.&nbsp; They have at least one husband already so there wouldn't get lonely if you needed to go traveling again."&nbsp; She grinned, knowing quite well that she knew little of how people did marriages where he was from and while his wives might not get jealous, she probably would, eventually especially if she wasn't one of them.<br><br>"You should think about it.&nbsp; I think if you were to get married I would have to bake something."&nbsp; Her cooking was a pale shadow compared with her mother's and would probably succeed only in making the guests ill for what could have been.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 09:58:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3740672#msg3740672">Quote from: Drift on 08-10-2010, 01:28:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She laughed with him at his description of his life.&nbsp; "You know, if you were married, like a sensible man you could avoid all manner of strenuous conditions."&nbsp; It sounded like something one of her cousins would say.&nbsp; Then after a tick she realized she needed to clarify.&nbsp; "And that was not a proposal.&nbsp; Though, if you had need of a wife I suppose I could suggest a few."&nbsp; She paused for a moment counting fingers.&nbsp; "Most of them are fairly good wives.&nbsp; They have at least one husband already so there wouldn't get lonely if you needed to go traveling again."&nbsp; She grinned, knowing quite well that she knew little of how people did marriages where he was from and while his wives might not get jealous, she probably would, eventually especially if she wasn't one of them.<br><br>"You should think about it.&nbsp; I think if you were to get married I would have to bake something."&nbsp; Her cooking was a pale shadow compared with her mother's and would probably succeed only in making the guests ill for what could have been. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You sure it wasn't a proposal?"<br>He sighs, feigning disappointment.<br>" Ah well, I might consider some of your ideas, if they are half as nice as you! Just not now. I'm feeling rejected now and will need the time to recover..."<br>He looks almost sincere pouting. Almost. And he keeps such a face for almost 15 seconds.<br><br>Then something happened which stopped the conversation dead in its tracks...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3739566#msg3739566">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-10-2010, 22:17:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I have seen mirrors," she said firmly.&nbsp; "But for now...I have never seen a Sarista wedding before.&nbsp; Could you enlighten me as to the particulars?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He nodded, dragging her outside of the dancing field so she could hear better. The music was less of a problem here.<br>"See, that's a big formal occasion - but we Sarista are not big on formalities... well, not when we want to have fun, anyway! So, most of the formalities have already been taken care of. Tonight, the newlywed will tie the knot, and exchange gifts. That's it! After that, we'll dance, joke, dance some more, sing - keep your ears plugged when it's my turn - and of course, dance, until everyone is so tired they have to go to their beds. They often do that together; everybody that doesn't find a bed, would have to sleep in the central tent. It's not really comfortable, but foreigners and the ones that don't find a bed in the camp have to use it."<br>He takes a deep breath and adds thinking.<br>"Now, it's not formal, but what really matters is what happens during the ceremony. It is often the most interesting part to follow. For example, it is a good omen if the newlyweds' husbands and wives exchange gifts, too - meaning they like each other, and wouldn't obstruct the new husbands' family life. It is less of a good omen if they are simply present, and if they are not..."<br>He sighs mockingly.<br>"Let's just hope that they are simply indisposed this day, like, having eaten a meal my aunt prepared. Otherwise, you can expect lots of drama in the near future. Some people enjoy this, but myself, I hate drama!"<br><br>And then they were rudely interrupted, as were indeed all the festivities...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3739505#msg3739505">Quote from: Leorobin on 07-10-2010, 22:05:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Very well, it is a deal then. You have Kalaj at your service milady." Kalaj bowed slightly to show his respect. The deal was done and altohugh it was only a verdal one, to him it held validity enough to ask for proper payment of what they had agreed in. His sight wandered to one of the walls of the tent, hearing the sounds of the party outside. "What are your plans after this wedding are over, milady?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Why, she plans to find a bed, hairy one!", the whisp explains. "This is a rather chaotic affair among the Sarista, and doubly so after festivities, but she believes she'll likely deal with it... you just try not to be too visible!"<br>Looking at her, you can imagine she will have little trouble finding a bed. Or five, if she wants to choose from.<br><br>And then something happens that attracts the attention of the whisp and the muse both...<br><br><strong>...EVERYBODY now</strong><br>A scream was heard from the other end of the camp. Of course, that's not far, and the boy who is screaming is actually trying to be understood.<br>"She's dead! No! She's dead, I tell you..."<br>Someone is running towards the camp from the forest nearby, waving his hands and screaming on the top of his lungs. His tunic looks suspiciously dark in the light of the setting sun, unlike what is typical for the Sarista, but his voice shows their characteristic accent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 19:54:43</strong>
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				Xionphan raised an eyebrow at the man's suggestion, waiting a moment to see if anything else was forthcoming. Finding there was not, he looked away and raised his cup to his lips and sipped its contents, grimacing slightly at the taste. Looking back to Dinigorgeus he spoke: "<em>Sorry; I'm neither a teacher nor a showman. If you think you have information I'd be interested in you can either share it or not.</em>" He paused, then added: "<em>I have my own sources.</em>" He seemed ready to put away his cup and leave the Cymrillian standing when a shout rose up from outside the camp, upset rippling through the crowd. He was suddenly alert, his right hand clasping the hilt of his sword.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 21:36:44</strong>
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				"Being discreet is amongst my job specifications." Kalaj shrugged and couldn't help but grin a toothy grin at the wisp. "Hairy one, huh?" He had been called a lot of things during his childhood, specially by his teachers, so verbal offenses did little to nick his mood. He still wondered if it had been a whim of the whisp or something the muse had actually formulated. Nah, it wasn't likely. She wouldn't have trouble finding a bed. Him, on the other hand, might find it to be tricky. He had met a few women with interest in furred creatures, but most weren't too open about it. ((Furries any one?))<br><br>Either way, he rarely slept in such gatherings, he wasn't comfortable in crowds. The screams from outside called his attention so he stood. "Excuse me." He headed for the door of the tent and shook his sleeve a dagger loseening from where it was strapped and fell to his hand. Noticing it seemed to be only one person ausing the ruckus, he slid the knife back into his sleeve and raised a paw to his mouth. He emitted a hig pitched whistle. It had taken him some time to master it. His nighthawk, Seru, came from outside the camp. He made a hand gesture to it ordering it to stay and guard the tent as he headed towards the running person. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 14:44:19</strong>
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				The Cymrillian shrugged, his disappointment visible.<br>"I see why you might have enemies with that attitude, Xionphan. Still, whatever, I dislike their attitude even more, so I'll give you a hint for free. In the next days, you might meet another Certament, and receive a challenge. Watch your back!"<br>He bowed, and than the shouting began. Dingo darted towards it without second thought, apparently, unless he was a really fast thinker.<br><br>Kalaj arrived next to the shouting man almost simultaneously with a running Cymrillian Certament. The man's shirt wasn't brown, but bright yellow, green and blue, he realized.<br>It's just that all the blood was making it look brown in the waning light.<br>The Certament stopped, apparently confused by the sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:40:47</strong>
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				Kalaj watched the certament that arrived at the same time as he did, he kept his senses open for any sign of agression towards them or any signal from Seru. He studied the bloodied Sarista carefully, his mood was a mix since his plan had failed but now he had a source of income for the next days. In general, he was in no mood for surprises. He clasped firmly the back of the neck of the sarista's tunic as he approached, attempting to stop him. He would slap the sarista with the back of his hand if he didn't gathered himself. "Get a grip of yourself and explain what is the reason for this ruckus. Who is dead and what happened?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:45:45</strong>
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				Almost against her will, Adija relaxes enough to follow his steps with more grace, nodding attentively to his description and explanation.<br><br>And then her idyll is interrupted.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3743216#msg3743216">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-10-2010, 09:58:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A scream was heard from the other end of the camp. Of course, that's not far, and the boy who is screaming is actually trying to be understood.<br>"She's dead! No! She's dead, I tell you..."<br>Someone is running towards the camp from the forest nearby, waving his hands and screaming on the top of his lungs. His tunic looks suspiciously dark in the light of the setting sun, unlike what is typical for the Sarista, but his voice shows their characteristic accent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>One hand steels inside her voluminous robes, the other drops to her sash, grabbing for the dagger held there but not yet pulling it free of it's sheath!<br><br>"Ahhhhhh, and here we are," she hisses, whirling away from her dance partner as though having already forgotten he exists.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:13:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3769752#msg3769752">Quote from: Leorobin on 13-10-2010, 21:40:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj watched the certament that arrived at the same time as he did, he kept his senses open for any sign of agression towards them or any signal from Seru. He studied the bloodied Sarista carefully, his mood was a mix since his plan had failed but now he had a source of income for the next days. In general, he was in no mood for surprises. He clasped firmly the back of the neck of the sarista's tunic as he approached, attempting to stop him. He would slap the sarista with the back of his hand if he didn't gathered himself. "Get a grip of yourself and explain what is the reason for this ruckus. Who is dead and what happened?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A slap is necessary, but then the man calms down somewhat and answers.<br>"Mariane is in the forest, dead! Something almost split her open! We... we were engaged!"<br>He seems ready to start sobbing now. At least, tears are starting to flow freely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drift</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 21:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3740672#msg3740672">Quote from: Drift on 08-10-2010, 01:28:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You sure it wasn't a proposal?"<br>He sighs, feigning disappointment.<br>" Ah well, I might consider some of your ideas, if they are half as nice as you! Just not now. I'm feeling rejected now and will need the time to recover..."<br>He looks almost sincere pouting. Almost. And he keeps such a face for almost 15 seconds.<br><br>Then something happened which stopped the conversation dead in its tracks...<br><br>A scream was heard from the other end of the camp. Of course, that's not far, and the boy who is screaming is actually trying to be understood.<br>"She's dead! No! She's dead, I tell you..."<br>Someone is running towards the camp from the forest nearby, waving his hands and screaming on the top of his lungs. His tunic looks suspiciously dark in the light of the setting sun, unlike what is typical for the Sarista, but his voice shows their characteristic accent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Viorica's smile wavered slightly at his suggestion that it might have been a proposal since the thought had touched her mind if but briefly.&nbsp; There was no harm in such suggestions and games.<br><br>But the scream snatched her attention immediately, reminding her of visions and her worries about the way the night might yet unfold.&nbsp; She tended to live with a certain measure of fear and distrust in her heart and so any alarm of that sort set her on edge.<br><br>"I should go."&nbsp; She said, knowing that her magic might be of use if someone was injured, but not if they were truly dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 21:46:42</strong>
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				Kalaj rolled his eyes and released the man's tunic as he began crying. "Crying will not help, you will have time to mourn her once the culprit has been caught. Is there anything helpful that you can tell us." He was not the type to meddle in such affairs but he had been introduced as a manhunter and it would be odd if he didn't attempted to help out at this, more so since the one that had been killed was one of the Sarista. Again, Kalaj's mood was not the best at the moment so he gave the man a pat on the back and glanced at the Certament. "I'm not up to dealing with people at the moment, I believe you would be better suited for easing him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 11:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3777913#msg3777913">Quote from: Drift on 15-10-2010, 21:05:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viorica's smile wavered slightly at his suggestion that it might have been a proposal since the thought had touched her mind if but briefly.&nbsp; There was no harm in such suggestions and games.<br><br>But the scream snatched her attention immediately, reminding her of visions and her worries about the way the night might yet unfold.&nbsp; She tended to live with a certain measure of fear and distrust in her heart and so any alarm of that sort set her on edge.<br><br>"I should go."&nbsp; She said, knowing that her magic might be of use if someone was injured, but not if they were truly dead.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I should accompany you", the singer answered and offered her his hand while turning to the young screaming man.<br>Upon approaching, they noticed almost at the same time that the man's tunic was covered in blood, not <em>painted</em> dark...<br>But to Viorica, the man and the name Mariane meant more than to everyone else combined. For Mariane was her niece, a bold yet serene, beautiful, smart girl with good character. And the man was Augusto, Mariane's fiancé, so there was no chance it could be another girl!<br><br>She closed fast enough to see Kalaj patting the man on the back, and hear his words.<br>"I'm not up to dealing with people at the moment, I believe you would be better suited for easing him."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3778035#msg3778035">Quote from: Leorobin on 15-10-2010, 21:46:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj rolled his eyes and released the man's tunic as he began crying. "Crying will not help, you will have time to mourn her once the culprit has been caught. Is there anything helpful that you can tell us." He was not the type to meddle in such affairs but he had been introduced as a manhunter and it would be odd if he didn't attempted to help out at this, more so since the one that had been killed was one of the Sarista. Again, Kalaj's mood was not the best at the moment so he gave the man a pat on the back and glanced at the Certament. "I'm not up to dealing with people at the moment, I believe you would be better suited for easing him."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The duellist looked in Kalaj's eyes and for the first time, he looked astonished.<br>"What makes you so sure the man killed her? Sure, I would <em>ease</em> him", he tapped the hilt of his slender Zandir sword, "if you could persuade me of his guilt. And even then, it's usually up to the local elders to determine his punishment. And if you can't prove it, no offence intended, but I'd rather look at her body, and search for the real killer, than <em>ease</em> the first boy I meet!"<br>The word "ease" was pronounced both times with a different accent, sounding more like the local Zandirs, almost as if he was using a different language for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:42:10</strong>
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				Adjia approaches the little knot of concerned people, intent on finding something on which to focus that won't remind her of all the suitors she hasn't had, dances she's not been invited to join, festivals she's missed...Arimites not being big on joy and happiness, and her own private nature keeping most would-be intimates at bay.<br><br>Besides, there's blood in the air!&nbsp; Or so she thinks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:27:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3789819#msg3789819">Quote from: MadPanda on 18-10-2010, 19:42:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia approaches the little knot of concerned people, intent on finding something on which to focus that won't remind her of all the suitors she hasn't had, dances she's not been invited to join, festivals she's missed...Arimites not being big on joy and happiness, and her own private nature keeping most would-be intimates at bay.<br><br>Besides, there's blood in the air!&nbsp; Or so she thinks.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Her maybe suitor sends her a flying kiss.<br>"Something got your attention, I see. Ah well, I guess they might need me, too! And a woman that doesn't run away from blood is always sexy".<br>It's unclear whether the guy is joking. Actually, he is joking so often that it almost seems to be his manner of speaking.<br>And it's indeed blood she can smell and even more, see. The weeping guy's front is covered in it, actually.<br>And she hears as the Jaka manhunter offered the certament Dingo to calm him down. Maybe he didn't know that these words are used when paying a duellist to challenge a rival to a duel. It seems that Dingo thought of this meaning first, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:25:49</strong>
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				Kalaj closed his eyes slightly, looking at the certament, he had noticed the change in his intonation of the word. He had little to no knowledge of the ways of the Zandir, but the he could understand what the man meant from the way he said it, at least partially. "It is easier to extract information of someone that is in a controlled state than someone that is in his state." He pointed at the man that hadn't said a word since he had told him to calm down. Watching the other two that arrived he raised an eyebrow at the mask but said nothing. Kalaj had recognized the craft manship, it was the same as the one that he had stored amongst his gear, although her clothes didn't matched the mask or what he could see from her physical traits.<br><br>"We have no evidence of his guilt either. Speak up, what can you tell us or should we take your screams as a cover for your deeds?" Kalaj was trying to waver the man's sense of self preservation and his affection for the victim if there was any. Either way, he wouldn't move towards the forest without any information, he had a contract with the muse to honor, at least as long as it served his means.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 23:23:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3795692#msg3795692">Quote from: Leorobin on 20-10-2010, 05:25:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj closed his eyes slightly, looking at the certament, he had noticed the change in his intonation of the word. He had little to no knowledge of the ways of the Zandir, but the he could understand what the man meant from the way he said it, at least partially. "It is easier to extract information of someone that is in a controlled state than someone that is in his state." He pointed at the man that hadn't said a word since he had told him to calm down. Watching the other two that arrived he raised an eyebrow at the mask but said nothing. Kalaj had recognized the craft manship, it was the same as the one that he had stored amongst his gear, although her clothes didn't matched the mask or what he could see from her physical traits.<br><br>"We have no evidence of his guilt either. Speak up, what can you tell us or should we take your screams as a cover for your deeds?" Kalaj was trying to waver the man's sense of self preservation and his affection for the victim if there was any. Either way, he wouldn't move towards the forest without any information, he had a contract with the muse to honor, at least as long as it served his means.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The man was just staring at him with rage.<br>"Me? ME? Me killing the light of my days? Get out of my face, you..."<br>He tried to swing his fist for Kalaj's face, but of course, he was so weak and uncoordinated by the stress, it was no problem to avoid it completely.<br><br>Dingo himself looked at the scene dumb-founded, than his face suddenly brightened.<br>"Ah, so you wanted me to <em>simply</em> calm him, not to <em>ease</em> him into a coffin? Well..."<br>He turned back and waved to a girl.<br>"You there, beauty, is the boy a relative of yours? I guess he is. Take him to a tent, give him some herb to calm his nerves, and wait for us!"<br>Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Kalaj.<br>"Done, man-hunter. Now, would you lead the way to the body? I think it's better to look at her state. She might even be still alive, although by all this blood, I doubt it".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 12:38:25</strong>
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				Traveling to Zanth had been a much longer journey than Aevala had originally planned, with dozens of unplanned stops necessary for one reason or another. Despite the many inconveniences that occurred along her trail, Aevala came prepared for the Saristian wedding with two bottles of the finest Aquavit for the bride and groom. It had been a long time since Aevala had been to a wedding; she had been pleasantly surprised to receive an invitation. The wedding would be a much needed escape from her guide duties. Along her path to Zanth, she had heard good rumors about the preparations for a Saristian wedding--an ostentatious camp with elaborate tents and enough liquor to fill every cup in Zanth, twice! It was to be a proper Saristian wedding by all the rumors, and Aevala was excited to participate in the celebration.<br><br>At long last, Aevala rode over the last hill to Zanth and saw the sprawling Sarista camp in its brilliant splendor against the setting sun. Aevala shielded her eyes for a moment against the bright light with her pale blue hand as her snow-white locks fluttered in the light evening breeze. She smiled at the sight of the flamboyant camp as it proved all the rumors were true. She eased her vision forward as she gave her greymane a gentle nudge with her foot to continue forward towards the camp. Everyone seemed to be having a good time as people danced and sung merrily before the marriage ceremony. <br><br>Suddenly as Aevala neared the camp, out of the forest’s tree line, a lone Sarista ran forward screaming. She pulled on her steed’s sharply to right to redirect to head towards the man. All she could hear was “She’s dead!” above the music that was rapidly dying down in the panic. Anger and fear rushed over her as she maneuvered her mount to lope forwards. She watched several others came to the male Sarista’s aid, several of which she would’ve never expected to see at her kin’s wedding. Nonetheless, they appeared to be helping as the near hysterical Sarista was taken away by others to calm him. <br><br>The group of people stayed clustered together, seeming discussing the event or future tactics. She moved closer to the bundle of people and hopped off her equ, her white hair messily tasseled from the wind and her light blue skin slightly smudged from travel. She caught only the pieces of the current conversation, but her blood seem to run cold as the duelist spoke, “She might even be still alive, although by all this blood, I doubt it.”<br><br>Angered that anyone dare harm any Sarista at a wedding ceremony, Aevala entered the conversation bluntly, “What’s going on? Who’s hurt?” Aevala wasn’t ready to admit that someone was dead at such a momentous occasion, not until she saw it for herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:38:29</strong>
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				"Some girl", the certament with the slender sword answered before turning around. By the height, green skin and spangalor clothes, he was a Cymrillian. "Haven't seen the body yet", he added, turning towards her. Than his eyes squinted. "Aevala?"<br>Maybe they have met before. As a guide, she met many people. The strange part was that someone remembered her so clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 11:32:23</strong>
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				“Some girl?” Aevala repeated bitterly, more iratitated that the Cymrillian seemed to be making light of the situation at hand. A guest was missing, hurt, or dead, and it was just some girl, another body even, to him. She glared at him as cool rage built beneath the surface of her skin. However, as the Cymrillian turned any ill feelings she had possessed in that moment melted away as soon as she saw his face.<br><br>“D-Dingo?” she replied, questioningly, a little in shock. For a moment she thought the light was playing with her eyes, but it was unmistakable--the Cymrillian was Dingo. It had been a while since seen him. She had gotten to know Dingo after she had&nbsp; won a large bet on a duel in Dingo’s favor. She had treated him to a round of drinks as he had made her a good deal wealthier that one evening. She couldn’t remember all that past during the evening. She did remember she waking up the next day in the inn and was missing a boot. From then, Aevala would see Dingo periodically at different inns and at duels, and they could catch up on the stories of their eventful and colorful lives. <br><br>Shock and confusion were still painted on her face as stared at him in disbelief that he was attending a the wedding. The next words that came from her mouth were reminiscent of times past: “What are you doing here?” Although, Aevala’s words this time seem to carry more of interrogatory feel than merely self-interested inquiry. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 14:38:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, that's me", Dingo nodded. "And although I bet you're still struggling with my full name... glad to see you, girl!"<br>He opened his arms for a hug, but didn't move towards her. Obviously, he was leaving it to her how much affection to show in front of her relatives. "And about that wedding thing... short story, I'm the groom!" <br>He waited for the words to sink in and produce the shock, but than started talking agian before she could react.<br>"No, wait! I wanted to say, a friend of a friend is a relative of the groom, so they invited my friend to perform his music at the wedding, and I came along with him. He always leads me to merry places with lots of wine and beauties! Yeah, that's more like it... sorry for that mistake, obviously, sometimes too short explanations can be misleading!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 19:12:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would gladly if I had more information on what we are facing, but fear not, I can still track in a rear position." He glanced at the certament over his shoulder and shook his head. "I apologize...tonight is not my night. I'll..." Kalaj was interrupted by Aevala, he had heard her approach but had ignored her presence until she spoke. He listened the conversation between the two for a while, he crouched to examine the blood that had stained the floor where the Sarista had been, trying to check how fresh it was. <br><br>Without looking up, he shook his head. "No, it wasn't some girl...She was engaged to the saristan that was covered in blood. If he didn't killed her someone was trying to interrupt this wedding or their wedding. I'm Kalaj and I believe you are Dingo..." He looked at the certament over his shoulder before cleaning the claw he had used to examine the blood on a rag. "Do you know if that man was the groom? I'm afraid I'm not acquainted to either parts." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 19:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“It’s a bit of a mouth full,” Aevala admitted quietly as she hugged the Cymrillian, although not quite as affectionately as in times past, but nonetheless firm. She pulled out of the hug, leaving less than a foot between them as Dingo announced that he was the groom! Aevala’s cheery face turned to one of absolute shock then to suspicion until the full detailed story fell from his lips. She laughed and nodded, “Well you can certainly perform, I can give you that.” She gave a small grin and turned to the Jaka that started speaking.<br><br>Her heart sank in her chest a little as she heard that the girl was… is the weeping Sarista’s fiancée.&nbsp; She watched him for a moment longer as he introduced himself as Kalaj, and then referred to Dingo, and then continued to ask if the man was the groom? Her face took on a similar expression as earlier, a little confused on top of the shock, and shook her head. “No, no. Dingo isn’t getting married,” she stated, although there was something in her voice that sounded almost unsure now. She looked up at him for a moment and then back to the camp, seeing the bloodied Sarista among several others. “The sarista that was running might be, but I just arrived. I’m not sure what weddings have come to past in my passing.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually I was speakign about the Sarista." Kalaj stated looking towards the direction that the man had been taken to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I’m not sure,” Aevala repeated, watching the Sarista in so much grief. “Did you ask for his name or hers?” Aevala asked as she fished the invitation out of her pocket, searching for the names of the bride and groom on the crinkled piece of paper. She had been amazed to receive a physical copy of invitation, but it was one of the few ways to get news to her without it traveling through thousands of mouths and receiving a different message entirely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 05:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3791286#msg3791286">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 19-10-2010, 02:27:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her maybe suitor sends her a flying kiss.<br>"Something got your attention, I see. Ah well, I guess they might need me, too! And a woman that doesn't run away from blood is always sexy".<br>It's unclear whether the guy is joking. Actually, he is joking so often that it almost seems to be his manner of speaking.<br>And it's indeed blood she can smell and even more, see. The weeping guy's front is covered in it, actually.<br>And she hears as the Jaka manhunter offered the certament Dingo to calm him down. Maybe he didn't know that these words are used when paying a duellist to challenge a rival to a duel. It seems that Dingo thought of this meaning first, too.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia shakes her head.&nbsp; Did these people truly not understand that this was serious business?&nbsp; Possibly not, judging by the byplay between the others.<br><br>"This wedding," she offered in a particularly sepulchral tone, "is like as not to be a funeral.&nbsp; Most inauspicious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 08:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dingo was grinning every time he managed to confuse Aeval, but then he turned to the Jaka.<br>"My name is indeed Dingo, and I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Kalaj. While I don't know the ones getting married all that well, I notice nobody has fainted yet, and the relatives of the groom and bride are not here to inquire about their fate. Also, the groom was much more...lavishly decorated, last I had a glimpse of him, so I'm pretty sure he wasn't the sobbing one. Still", his face grew serious, "a murder is a murder is a murder! Somebody did kill a girl. Let's go and see if we can catch him!"<br>He bowed to Adjia.<br>"It is, indeed, a bad omen. And we should rectify that, I believe, by capturing the perpetrator, which would be a good omen. A good omen cancels a bad one, as far as I am concerned!"<br>Not that he looks particularly concerned with the wedding itself. The idea of the hunt, however, seems to interest the Cymrillian.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 15:43:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The abrupt macabre statement of the wedding’s outcome sent a chill down Aevala spine, but she tried to a maintain a calm expression despite knowing that the Arimite was probably correct in their prediction. She gave a solemn nod in agreement, and looked to the tree lines from where the Sarista had come from as Dingo made a proposal to find the murderer. “I agree with Dingo. Although the death of a kinsmen cannot be canceled, she can be avenged,” Aevala pretentiously proclaimed, “Kalaj, would you care to lead the way, sense you professed such an amplitude for tracking? Then, we can bring the villian to their knees as long as the coward has not fled. Although, I do not believe that will save them for long.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 18:42:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia nodded her assent.<br><br>"Then let us be about it.&nbsp; This is not my favorite style of pre-supper entertainment, but it will have to do."<br><br>Was that a jest?&nbsp; Do Arimites have a sense of humor?&nbsp; Apparently so, in both cases, as the robed and masked woman bows politely to Kalaj and Dingo and gestures for them to go first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 20:32:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj has no problem to follow the traces of the man. Indeed, some of the more receptive adventurers would be able to do so even without his nose, for the man has been running without concern for hiding his traces, and there are drops of blood. And it's not far away.<br>The girl - Mariane, as the man mentioned her name - is on a clearing, and it becomes clear from the first look that no, it didn't matter whether they talked or not. Well, except for the carrion-eating birds. Two of them had found her and were feasting, but luckily, the process haven't been going for long.<br>Even in death, and despite the carrion-eaters, it is clear that the girl has been a nice one. Her face, despite the minor damage the birds have dealt, seems to show strength of will and determination, while remaining feminine.<br>The clothes, as far as you can see, have been carefully chosen to match those of her fiancé, both in colour and texture. There is now a wide, gaping wound, passing horizontally across her abdomen in a completely straight line, which is the likely reason for her death. The blood has already congealed, and she is lying in a big pool of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 20:46:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj drew his falchion and swung at the birds with the dull side of it, not really interested in killing them. Once he had scared them away, he kneeled next to the girl, the idea of looting her passing briefly through his mind, as briefly as the grin that drew to his lips. "I won't state the obvious..." he mused, examining the wound and the body. He checked her hands and arms for defensive wounds, perhaps she had managed to scratch her attacker or be in contact with him or her for long enough to get any scent rubbed on her. "Any one of you can cast more light around here...in non magical means if possible..." He had left his bag in the muses tent, his lanter and tinder box with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 20:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There are no defensive wounds to be seen, but there are traces of blood under her nails.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 09:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala followed and was horrified by the sight, but seeing the dead wasn't anything she hadn’t seen before across her many travels. It was merely the first time she had seen one of her own slashed open. She shook her head in disgust, sick with rage, turning her head away from the body to ease her churning stomach. <br><br>“I left my light in my pack,” Aevala admitted after a moment; she was carrying nothing except her large staff. A few pouches dangled off her belt, but those did not contain any means of producing light either. Aevala began looking around, searching on the ground for anything that may have been dropped by the murderer or the girl, or any swatches of clothes that might be beneficial in hunt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 19:35:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The silent Sarista who followed Adija produces light, while the Thaecian goes pale and&nbsp; vomits in the bushes.<br>In the light, Aevala is able to discern a set of tracks. Someone else was here earlier, but left much less tracks, and made his best to conceal them. However, she is able to point them to other people.<br>Guides have to learn to spot the hidden, or their career doesn't last for long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 20:00:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala felt sorry for the man who emptied in his stomach in the bushes, feeling similarly, but not quite that bad. She managed to find the hidden tracks, and tried to compare them to the previous, seeing if they were remotely similar. After a moment or so at looking at the tracks, she announced their presence to the others, “There’s another pair of tracks over here. Looks like someone was trying to cover them.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 20:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As far as Aevala is able to discern, these tracks are not left from the same feet. Of course, she's a guide, not a tracker, and someone has tried to destroy them. But still, they are mostly on the other side of the body, compared to where the man has knelt.<br>Now that Aevala had pointed them out, everybody can see them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 16:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj was fast (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=19279) indeed. Running in a low crouch, sniffing the earth, he was an obvious reminder why they call the Jakka "Manhunters". It was obviously a hunt to him, and few hunting dogs could rival his figure in ferocity.<br>He led them unmistakably on the trail. Whoever had done this, has made a circle around the camp, but he was hiding his traces from human eyes only, not from a wolf's nose. The natural scents of the forest were more of a problem, but the Jaka was able to deal with them without slowing down.<br>And so they were able to arrive in time. Whoever the man was, he was sneaking on another person - a man, this time. The appearance of the group spoiled his cover, as the Sarista turned around and gasped in surprise.<br>The assassin jumped forward, going for the kill, but was unable to deliver more than a nasty-looking gash through his mid-section, as the man jumps backwards instinctively. <br>In the light of the two moons, you can notice the killer is holding a big, heavy knife.<br><br>(Actions, please!)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 11:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following the trail, Aevala had decided that she would bring the murderer to face the wrath and fury of the Saristian leaders. However, at the sight of the apparent murderer going after another of her kin, she threw out all thought of preserving such a despicable scoundrel. <br><br>Delayed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=19300) by her shock, Aevala takes a moment to trigger her staff with a simple twist to release the sharpened blades that lie hidden in the staff and an audible snap sounds as the blades align. Aevala lunges forward and tries to cut (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=19301) the murderer with a down-ward slash with her blade-staff.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 19:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Falling back on her training, the masked Arimite acts without thinking--whipping two needle-thin throwing knives from up one sleeve and throwing them, aiming for the target's shoulders.&nbsp; Unfortunately, her aim is off and the first blade vanishes without trace into the night, no doubt coming to rest in a tree trunk somewhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 03:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His skills showed that tracking was in his blood, as Kalaj followed the scent amongst the forest. He had been in many hunts with his father and the other Jaka during his time with them, so this now came as a second nature to him. Even if the prey was not one he intended to eat, at least that was not amongst his plans, yet. A few scents mixed with the trail he was following, wild animals of the forest that hindered his tracking but he dealt with them without much troubles. The scent grew stronger as they closed in on the source, the killer had to be ahead. <br><br>His eyes were as good in the darkness as in daylight, so Kalaj watched the scene that was about to unfold as they approached. His claw slid into his sleeve to grasp one of his knifes while he kept advancing. The figure turned around after a partial success on attacking the Sarista, the glint of the knife in the moolight guided his hand as he threw the knife toward him, aiming for the arm that held the large knife. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 09:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man reacted a bit slowly, as if he didn't expect them here - which was probably true, if one had the time to think of it.<br>Kalaj, however, reacted pretty fast, with a natural instinct. The knife flew before people knew it has been pulled, and struck before the man was able to move. The big, heavy pig-slayer he was holding clanked on a stone, falling from his hand. A spray of blood painted the face of his would-be victim red. The sight made the Thaecian look ill.<br>It looked as if the pain makes him react faster, as the man deftly avoided the Adjia's blades. Aevala, however, was not so easily discouraged, and delivered a tip slash on the reverse cut across his chest. The free-flowing cloak made her miscalculate the distance, probably saving the man's life, but as her blade found the target, the hood fell. Everybody was able to notice the whiteness of his face, along with the total lack of any hair on his head. Even then, he managed to avoid Dingo's lunge.<br>His face, however, remained unseen to all but the most observant, as the man turned to run. He ran a few steps, before turning left and tumbling down between some tents. Was it the bloodloss that got him, or just a skilled acrobatic manoeuvre, allowing him to cover more distance and be harder to detect?<br>Either way, he couldn't be far away, but he was no longer in sight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 08:48:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala was impressed by Kalaj’s aim as it pierced a vital area with seemingly little effort, whereas her staff had only partially wounded the murderer. Despite her poor shot, Aevala wasn’t going to give up easily on the man who had killed her kinsmen. She ran cautiously after the man, blade-staff at the ready to take down the bald man. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 20:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Doing her best to outflank the barely-seen the partially seen man, Adjia gives chase...indirectly.&nbsp; Readying another two blades to throw, she frowns in thought even as she follows...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 03:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj kneeled briefly to retrieve both his knife and the pig slayer the man had dropped. He slid the first into his sleeve while holding the other so he wouldn't cut himself as he gave chase to the man. Which he did quickly, moving after bot the track and the path that Aevala had followed.&nbsp; He still moved carefully, looking ahead and at his feet. It would be foolish to rush forward and fall into a trap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 10:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both Kalaj and Aevala noticed the man at around the same time. He was looking at the night sky almost with an almost ecstatic face, clutching a small object that looked like an icon in his hands. This was clearly visible was weird, as the darkness should make such details hard to distinguish at best. However, it looked as if the darkness was receding around his eyes, which were starting to glow with a white light.<br>The suspicions that he might indeed be casting a spell was confirmed soon as he raised his left hand and shouted something at the sky. The language was obviously High Talislan, and a blurred one at that.<br><em>AADONMUATAFORSAASOVTONSERVANAA!!!</em><br>Immediately after that, his skin started to glow in a faint white, and his hairless lips stretched in a mocking smile towards his pursuers as he turned to run away.<br>At the same time Dingo rushed towards him, with his word at the ready, but it was clear he wouldn't reach the man in time. Well, he wouldn't be able to reach him before the others have had a chance to act.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 07:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala watched as the man’s eyes seemed to cast away the darkness; the unnatural sight made her stomach churn, but she did not allow her fear to halter to her pace. She was hoping to make up the distance that Dingo seemed unable to surpass. She had always been a touch faster than him, and she hoped her nimble feet would serve her again. Advancing on the enlightened murderer, Aevala readied her blade staff to plunge it into the grinning villain’s chest once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 13:32:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj watched the casting with slight uneasiness, thanking the presence of his talisman. It had always been useful when he had been around during the necromancy training of his peers...Well he had always been around, they had hoped he turned crazy and got killed trying to run from the magic. He had never shown his talisman of course, in fact he had made sure it wouldn't be too easy to lose it. He resisted the urge to pat the place where it was in reassurance and instead readied his dagger for an attack. <br><br>His eyes where fixed on the object the man was holding, but his direct aim was at the base of it, between the object and the man's hand. True, the man was turning around and about to run, he had to be fast to avoid him escaping. Kalaj's arm&nbsp; flung in a practiced arc as he shifted to the side to throw it. He had been running form the start from the other side Aevala was, so he hoped she would attack from her side instead of crossing into his dagger's path.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 23:05:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The killer screamed another similar formula, just as the ones who stayed behind raised the alarm. The man who was hurt earlier joined his voice to theirs, and the camp started to buzz with the sound of voices coming nearby. Aevala noticed his legs pulsing, as if the flesh under the clothes was changing in some way; Kalaj would be able to shed light on it, if the Jaka manhunter wasn't looking far above his waistline, to the outstretched hand where he was aiming.<br>Almost at the same time, Kalaj's dagger knocked away the thing the man was holding, and stuck into a nearby tent's pole. The thing, which looked more and more like an icon, was still dangling from the blade.<br>But then, things started to go wrong. Aevala connected, but when the blade ripped his clothes to reach the now-glowing skin, she felt a sudden force pushing against it, slowing its deadly course through the man's body. Nobody can tell if she was able to inflict any damage at all, but there wasn't too much blood. Indeed, the man seemed to use the force to move with an almost unnatural speed further away from her. He seemed to be running almost as fast as an equs, covering over 30 feet between two blinks of a human's eye.<br>The light was still giving him up, but he was increasing the distance rapidly. "Heathens, you'll feel the wrath of the Almighty for destroying his image!", he shouts without turning back. "And I'll be his hand!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:36:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala was taken aback of the sheer force that the murderer commanded as she fought to pierce his glowing skin. His magic is really strong, Aevala thought, and, in the same moment the thought crossed her mind, the man mysteriously traveled a decent sprint away. She somehow doubted that anyone on foot could really catch him, but she wanted to make sure that he was at least leaving the camp. Aevala lunged after him, running as fast as she could in the hopes to land a penetrating blow into the crazed cultist, or at least chase him out of the Sarista campsite. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 12:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala sprinted after the man. Her strike was meant to decapitate him, and struck the base of his skull with full force.<br>It didn't work. Whatever the white light was, it shone brighter for a moment, and she felt the same power pushing against her blade again, ruining the swing. Obviously, that was a very good magic.<br>At the same time, Kalaj was creeping closer. He obviously spared his projectiles and was just trying to take a good look at the man's face.<br>Still, Aevala wasn't going to give up for now. She jumped after him, not allowing him to disengage, and swung the handle, trying to trip the man. He only managed to evade it partially, and she caught the ankle, forcing him to lift one of his legs and stumble back. Still, his attempt to run away again failed miserably. It almost looked like his legs suddenly lost power, and instead of propelling himself forward, he stumbled back, falling to the ground, but a quick tumble allowed him to regain his feet without allowing another opening.<br>Despite the light encircling the man's features, Kalaj was pretty sure he had taken a good look at him.<br>The first trees were only a few yards away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 08:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala swore lyrically in her native tongue beneath her breath as she pushed herself forward to somehow catch the cunning cultist. She gritted her teeth, keeping up with the pursuit now that she had slowed him down a little. Her blows were doing no good, and pretty soon he would duck into the trees and be lost for the evening. She had to stop him, and, with a hope and prayer for relaxation after this man has be caught and killed, she lunged forward to tackle him to the ground. She hoped if anything it slow him down a little bit more for one of the others to help with him, if they were still following.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 17:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man swore more coarsely as she latched on to him, dropping her polearm to restrict his movements. It wasn't a full wrestler's grab, not yet, but he wasn't nearly strong enough to drag her along.<br>He should be able to stop her from getting closer by swinging around and raising his forearms in front of her. Normally, it would work, and then he could pull strongly, probably leaving part of his clothes in her grasp.<br>The problem with this move is, it really only works with uncannily precise execution, or at least when you have two hands. He tried pushing against her chest, but she felt there was a "give" in his push, on the side of the hand that Kalaj had hurt earlier. Gritting her teeth against the pain of using her chest in such a way, she powered through his right hand and to his side, getting a better position and breaking his attempt to hold her away.<br>At the end, she was behind him, and the still shining man was grappled across the chest. That was quite a favourable position, as they both knew well!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 18:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She secured her grip on him, grinning with delight that she had caught him. She was now in quite a good position and, hopefully, just weigh him done enough to stop him. She squeezed as tight as she could around him, and also tried to tangle his legs once again hers as she tried to wrap her legs about his thighs to further restrict movement. She felt a little silly now, but hoped there were others on the way, because she doubted that she alone could pin down the bastard to tie him up! “Yer pretty agile for a priest,” she hissed at the glowing man, her white hair waving in the breeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 23:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj remained at bay as he watched Aevala and the man struggle, he wasn't so sure of his luck as to manage hitting the man from the distance he was without hurting Aevala, not that he cared much for her but she was an ally at the moment.<br><br>The jaka watched Aevala wrestle the man into a firm grip and he took action. He rushed towards both of them from the side and tried to grab the man's neck and a leg, he intended to push on the first and pull on the other at the same time to pull him to the ground, falling on top of him to secure him. If he manages to grip the man Kalaj will tell Aevala to release him so the three of them won't tumble together to the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 22:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man tried to struggle, assuming a lower, but wider posture, while Kalaj was getting closer. Aevala wasn't easily disconcerted, though, and simply stepped back and turned her body, throwing him over her hip instead, as a wrestler might do on a market day. Then she had to intertwine her legs with his.<br>The arriving Kalaj just grappled the unhurt hand of the man and kept it safe while he was attempting to grab a knife. He managed to stab it into Aevala's thigh, but the wound was not really a deep one, and the man got no second chance.<br>Together, they had no problem keeping him until Adija and Dingo arrived. Even before that, the protective light had disappeared, and a gentle nudge from Kalaj's knife had persuaded the man to lie still.<br>The good part was, Dingo had had the good idea to bring some rope, so they tied the hairless man up. <br>As it turned out, Thalealius had a surprise of his own. He cast a spell which caused his hands to glow faintly with a blue light. Upon touching her thigh, the wound closed, almost healed instantly through the power of arcane forces.<br>Well, maybe his hand remained unnecessarily long on her thigh. Who could tell?<br><br>The icon was still dangling from Kalaj's knife.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 23:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you got him," the masked woman announced mournfully.&nbsp; "And I got lost.&nbsp; Did you get anything useful out of this refuse, by any chance?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 08:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala was happy to see the furry beast again, glad that she wasn’t the only one still giving the chance. In her moment looking towards her returned comrade, the dagger bit into her flesh. She angrily snarled at the man’s futile attempts to escape as she and Kalaj brought down the bald priest. Once the murderer was faced down in the grass, Aevala gave his head a hard-smack in vengeance for stabbing her. <br><br>As Dingo arrived smartly with rope, Aevala took her leave of the man, limping for only a few feet until Thalealius placed his hands on her thigh. It startled her for a moment until she saw the light and was more than willing to allow him to touch her thigh as long it took. As he removed his hands, she smiled and flexed her leg in approval. “Thank you,” she replied and frowned, looking at the decent hole her riding leathers, something she would surely have to mend later.<br><br>She sighed and turned to look at Dingo and the others as the masked lady approached, inquiring about possible gains to be had from the murderer. Aevala shrugged, “Not that I’ve found, but I didn’t go rummaging through his pockets yet.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now that is something I can help," Adjia sounds amused from behind her mask, idly fingering the rips and tears in her robe earned when she had a quick argument with a bit of bramble.&nbsp; "Let us see what he has in his pockets and pouches, and then we shall have to devise an appropriate punishment for this fanatic's little outrage."<br><br>She steps closer, nudging his prone form with her toe.<br><br>"It will have to be swift and painless, alas.&nbsp; Fanatics do rather tend to desire a martyr's death, lingering and agonizing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala chuckled at Adija’s enthusiasm. Normally, she would’ve been happy to empty out people’s pockets, but she was feeling a bit worn out from her chase, and would allow the others the honor of finding any trinkets that may have been left on him. There seemed to be only two types of priests: the devout and the rich. The devout ones never seemed to have any money, but the clergy always seemed to be rolling in the riches. She imagined they’d find out soon enough what kind of priest he was.<br><br>As Adija mentioned killing the priest, Aevala smiled, feeling it was a just punishment. “Don‘t be too hasty now,” Aevala interrupted, “let’s ask the poor chap why he‘s come to the party.” Aevala’s sarcasm was apparent and seething.&nbsp; Aevala wanted to know why this man had killed her kin, and if it served any sort of purpose. If he wasn’t going to answer, at least he would be dead soon enough. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 00:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does it matter?&nbsp; He has something of the fanatic about him.&nbsp; His reasons will not be familiar, and unlike any other will see a lingering death as more worthy than a swift one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 06:42:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“It could be. You never know until you ask,” Aevala stated with a shrug as she took a few steps over the murderer. Although, she imagined that he would be less tempted to talk with the open conversation of how to kill him. <br><br>In an effort to redirect the priest’s attention, Aevala gave a firm nudge to his boot. “Hey, why did you kill that Sarista?” Aevala asked bluntly, realizing that someone else should probably be doing the talking with a slight grimace. She just didn’t have much grace with words. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 08:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"His clan was pointed to me for destruction", the man answered with an even, monotone voice, almost as if not paying attention.<br>Under the cloak, all his clothes and garments are dyed white. This includes the leather armour, boots, and even the cover of the iron-bound spell book. He also has a white waterskin, white manacles, and 200 gold lumens in different currencies. Of course, the pentacles are more than the rest, but are far from the only kind.<br>It's unclear what's in the waterskin.<br>The most unusual object he's got is a black orb that feels slightly warm-or cold-to the touch. It almost seems as if it's temperature is changing between your heartbeats.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 09:08:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An assassin priest? It just sounded so wrong, but perhaps he wasn’t actually a priest, just under a guise and a lot of magic. She frowned and gave his foot another nudge, as she snapped, “By who? Who sent you?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 09:12:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3969528#msg3969528">Quote from: Petrosity on 03-12-2010, 09:08:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">An assassin priest? It just sounded so wrong, but perhaps he wasn’t actually a priest, just under a guise and a lot of magic. She frowned and gave his foot another nudge, as she snapped, “By who? Who sent you?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He looked at her as if she's gone mad, and answered again in his simplified form of High Talislan.<br>"Of course, only the Almighty can command one like me!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 10:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared back at him with a look a confirmed disbelief. An assassin priest, she thought to herself, and chuckled.&nbsp; "Apparently, your God needs a sense of humor," Aevala sneered back in her accented High Talislan. The priest obviously didn't share her outlook on life, but it was such a marvelous game to be played, and even better to cheat Death. However, she doubted that priest would have a hope of cheating Death tonight.&nbsp; She turned around and walk towards Adija, shrugging. "You were right. Go ahead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 15:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj rummaged the "priest's" he spoke, still holding him to the ground in case he attempted anything unusual. He saved the gold lumens after checking there weren't any currency that would get them in trouble if checked further ahead. The rest he placed them on the ground, away from the priest and where the could see them. He moved to the side and sat in front of the priest,where he could watch him and close enough so he could silence him if he tried conjuring an spell. One of his knife was at ready in his claw. "Don't kill him, yet. Tell us, what is the name of the Almighty so we can know of him?"&nbsp; He wanted to know thename of his deity so if he knew anything about them he could use it to get information out of him from the items he carried. The orb was what mostly caught his attention.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned around to the others and motions towards the items with his head. "Any of you can determine what are these? If none are of use we can destroy them on the priest's back to see what they do once shattered. With his knife of course, we don't want the wrath of the gods on us." He glanced at the priest and waited for response of him or the others. He had met fanatics amongst his peers when he was being trained, it wasn't too difficult to torture them once you knew what their god commended, and he was well versed on the ways since they all were instructed in service to the same deity. Still, his lack of proficiency in magic hindered him of deeper knowledge of the ways and also of becoming a fanatic himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 19:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let us see what the Sarista wish to do with him," Adjia says softly.&nbsp; "He has taken their blood, so by rights his is theirs."<br><br>She nudges him in a tender spot, not at all gently, with one booted toe.<br><br>"I do not know their manner of justice, but they may speak first.&nbsp; For myself, I cannot take his life without one particular consideration being placed into account first."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "I would be happy to do so, but..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 23:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3970055#msg3970055">Quote from: Leorobin on 03-12-2010, 15:29:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj rummaged the "priest's" he spoke, still holding him to the ground in case he attempted anything unusual. He saved the gold lumens after checking there weren't any currency that would get them in trouble if checked further ahead. The rest he placed them on the ground, away from the priest and where the could see them. He moved to the side and sat in front of the priest,where he could watch him and close enough so he could silence him if he tried conjuring an spell. One of his knife was at ready in his claw. "Don't kill him, yet. Tell us, what is the name of the Almighty so we can know of him?"&nbsp; He wanted to know thename of his deity so if he knew anything about them he could use it to get information out of him from the items he carried. The orb was what mostly caught his attention.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned around to the others and motions towards the items with his head. "Any of you can determine what are these? If none are of use we can destroy them on the priest's back to see what they do once shattered. With his knife of course, we don't want the wrath of the gods on us." He glanced at the priest and waited for response of him or the others. He had met fanatics amongst his peers when he was being trained, it wasn't too difficult to torture them once you knew what their god commended, and he was well versed on the ways since they all were instructed in service to the same deity. Still, his lack of proficiency in magic hindered him of deeper knowledge of the ways and also of becoming a fanatic himself.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man doesn't move, except for his lips. He doesn't even blink.<br>"You are a beast, unclean as your hairiness shows, and you stabbed the image of the Almighty. Although even you should have already heard the lies people of these heathen lands say about the Almighty, you're well beyond redemption at this point! Of course, I will not speak his name, to avoid polluting it near you".<br>His voice is still monotone as if he's not talking about a sacrilegious action, turning down a sapient being interested in his faith, and way calmer than most men after they were tied up.<br>Dingo gasps after hearing that, and turns around sharply. He probably wants to find the knife with the icon.<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3970644#msg3970644">Quote from: MadPanda on 03-12-2010, 19:16:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let us see what the Sarista wish to do with him," Adjia says softly.&nbsp; "He has taken their blood, so by rights his is theirs."<br><br>She nudges him in a tender spot, not at all gently, with one booted toe.<br><br>"I do not know their manner of justice, but they may speak first.&nbsp; For myself, I cannot take his life without one particular consideration being placed into account first."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "I would be happy to do so, but..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man looks her in the eyes, unblinking.<br>"If you are thinking of money, yes, I can pay you to release me. Ask the beast how many gold lumens he found in my purse. These are but a fraction of what I own".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dark eyes regard the man from behind the painted leather mask.<br><br>"Interesting.&nbsp; Few would offer such for their own passing.&nbsp; I prefer to give the Sarista their say before I would consider such a peculiar mercy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:36:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To release me from the ropes", he corrects her just as calmly. "I'm pretty sure I can get killed for free. I see no need to make a heathen rich, if my death is all that you offer!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't do rescues."<br><br>Is that a smile in her voice?&nbsp; Possibly, but the tone of her words is rather chilly otherwise.<br><br>"Least of all for large strapping fanatics such as yourself.&nbsp; Nor of Aamanians, for that matter."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods curtly.<br>"A heathen you might be, but at least, you're not a greedy heathen. So be it! I have enough aalms already, and I was doing my job here, so the Almighty will take my soul, no matter what my body had to suffer!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She snorts softly and shakes her head.<br><br>"So eager to die.&nbsp; Well..."<br><br>She turns.<br><br>"I'm off to see if one of the Sarista elders would like to suggest something.&nbsp; At the moment, I am beginning to think that the best method of dealing with this fool is to bind him, feed him a number of euphorics, and taint his prepared soul with a few depraved orgies before ensuring that his god no longer hears him and then making sure he lives a long, long time..."<br><br>She sighs.<br><br>"If I do not return in a timely fashion, look for me amongst those blasted thorn-bushes.&nbsp; I'm probably stuck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man's lips move almost a quarter of an inch towards a smile.<br>"You can make your orgies, but you can't make me participate in them!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 01:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He thinks so.&nbsp; I think he overestimates himself.&nbsp; Bind him close."<br><br>Adjia goes in search of the celebrants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 03:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Either of you, the icon is dangling from my knife, a few tents behind us in that direction." Kalaj pointed towards the camp in a somewhat accurate direction towards where his knife was. "The icon must be dangling from it. I'd be thankful if you retrieve my knife along. And a piece of advice, don't touch the icon directly with your hands."<br><br>He chuckled at the man's remarks and shook his head. "I have my god, and he is pleased by my job. Even if I'm not quite pleased with him. Unclean? No priest, I just took a bath this morning. Besides, I haven't been amongst the Sarista long enough to hear their lies. Wether you choose to " Kalaj grinned and nodded at Adjia before turning to the man again. "Oh, I assure you we can, priest. Even if you refuse, there are those that would enjoy having their way with a tied up murderer as a revenge." Kalaj moved to check the man's bonds in case they were too loose. He took the white manacles and tightened them around the man's ankles, in case he tried to escape. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 05:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The manacles, as you can notice, have little spikes on the inside, only about a tenth of an inch, if not less. They would probably cause him quite a pain, although the spikes wouldn't really break skin. Well, not unless he wears them for hours, at least, or tries to free himself with brute force.<br>Maybe he will even react to the pain at some moment, but this moment is not now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 07:57:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala listened as Kalaj was able to extract more information out of the murderer. She had heard enough from the priest, but was glad for the furball’s persistence. She stood calmly, her arms folded over her chest as she watched the Jaka be insulted and returned the favor. However, it seemed like Kalaj had already run into the priest’s deity, an icon, and asked for it to brought. “I’ll grab it,” Aevala answered, as she turned to go fetch the knife and the icon and noticed that Dingo was already a decent ways ahead of her in the same direction. Apparently, he had put two and two together faster than the others. <br><br>She ran up to Dingo, and asked, “Do you know where it is?” Aevala wasn’t exactly sure where it was, but she was pretty sure she could get back through the maze of tents back to the priest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 10:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I heard it clanking against wood, and it means a tent's pole around here", the swashbuckler replied. "I had lots of time while stumbling around and you were doing the whole work... Not sure about the exact location, but we've got torches, it should be easy enough to find!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 17:58:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wonder if your god rewards self induced pain..." Kalaj mused lifting the manacles by the chain that linked them together, using one claw to have the other ready with the knife. He lifted his feet barely of the ground, enough for them to weight on the spikes that covered their inside. He watched Dingo and Aevala move away with the corner of his eye and nodded. "I'll keep an eye on him, thanks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 19:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3973321#msg3973321">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-12-2010, 10:03:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I heard it clanking against wood, and it means a tent's pole around here", the swashbuckler replied. "I had lots of time while stumbling around and you were doing the whole work... Not sure about the exact location, but we've got torches, it should be easy enough to find!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala laughed. "I'll let you do some of the dirty work next time. Tackling crazy priests isn't my idea of a good time," she said with a wink. "At least the zealot will pay for his crimes against my cousins. Now... where is that icon." She started to look (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20145) at the tent polls as they past them, allowing Dingo's scattered recollection of his path to lead the way. Aevala had ran after the priest without paying much attention to her surroundings, and most of the tents looked very similar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 23:18:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3974232#msg3974232">Quote from: Petrosity on 04-12-2010, 19:23:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala laughed. "I'll let you do some of the dirty work next time. Tackling crazy priests isn't my idea of a good time," she said with a wink. "At least the zealot will pay for his crimes against my cousins. Now... where is that icon." She started to look (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20145) at the tent polls as they past them, allowing Dingo's scattered recollection of his path to lead the way. Aevala had ran after the priest without paying much attention to her surroundings, and most of the tents looked very similar.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo returned the smile.<br>"Capturing him was more important than getting the glory, but it's good it was you. I wanted to put my blade on him so much, I admit I never thought of tackling him if the blades prove useless. You are resourceful, and there is a lesson I got tonight that I shall retain!"<br>He bows courtly as a sign of respect, before strolling in a different direction to look for the knife. Soon after, Aevala found it. It's not as if they lacked time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 00:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3974927#msg3974927">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-12-2010, 23:18:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dingo returned the smile.<br>"Capturing him was more important than getting the glory, but it's good it was you. I wanted to put my blade on him so much, I admit I never thought of tackling him if the blades prove useless. You are resourceful, and there is a lesson I got tonight that I shall retain!"<br>He bows courtly as a sign of respect, before strolling in a different direction to look for the knife. Soon after, Aevala found it. It's not as if they lacked time.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Aevala chuckled, "You are too generous, Dingo. I just performed what was necessary to apprehend priest." She smiled, continuing down the path as Dingo turned off to look down another. It wasn't long before she saw the knife stabbing through the icon. She pulled the knife from the pole, allowing the icon to fall into her hand. She looked at it for a moment, with the torn half-open Eye of Aa staring up at her. Religion wasn't her forte, but she knew this symbol all too well. She started walking back, looking down the path Dingo and taken, and called to announce her find. "Found it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 01:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Eye of Aa looked at her and almost looked like it was winking. Of course, it was just the hole from the blade.<br>"Fine, coming to see", announced Dingo from the darkness. He soon emerged and didn't even apuse before asking her a riddle.<br>"Who has all the answers, yet considers questions to be wrong?"<br>Whatever her answer, it wouldn't take long for them to go back to the priest.<br><br><br>Adjia found an elder rather fast. Maybe helped that half the clan was already walking in their direction, summoned by the complains of the wounded Sarista. The people are not sure where the attacker is, but are angry, and some are armed.<br>The elder is a middle-aged relative of Viorica. He is trying to calm the people down, just as a Muse appears and offers some herbs to the hurt man.<br>"She says if you drink this, the hole from the knife will stop hurting and will heal like a dog's wound", her imp translates.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just so," Adjia mutters, then approaches the elder in what she hopes is an appropriately respectful fashion.&nbsp; "We have him, just over there.&nbsp; We were deciding what to do with him, but it seems inappropriate to rob you and yours of your own customs in this matter.&nbsp; May I conduct you and hear your counsel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 13:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man almost jumps.<br>"Fortuna is smiling upon us because of your presence!", he announces. "Salaris, Yermalio, follow this girl and bring the man here!"<br>The Sarista around cheer loudly. The sound can easily be heard in the vicinity, meaning the Jaka, Aevala and the priest would hear them, too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your judges are here, priest. Perhaps if you are willing to share your knowledge I might be able to ease the hands of the heathens, who will certainly won't care for your religion." He grinned and dropped the priest's feet hopping to add some pain to the one he had induced with the spikes from lifting his feet from the manacles' chain. "My questions are simple, what are the sphere and the contents of the waterskin, if you don't answer I'll have fun brajing them open on your back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 20:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3977470#msg3977470">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-12-2010, 13:22:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man almost jumps.<br>"Fortuna is smiling upon us because of your presence!", he announces. "Salaris, Yermalio, follow this girl and bring the man here!"<br>The Sarista around cheer loudly. The sound can easily be heard in the vicinity, meaning the Jaka, Aevala and the priest would hear them, too.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"This way, then, if I am not too befuddled to be a good guide.&nbsp; I am no woods-woman, to be sure."<br><br>Adjia leads them back to the others, then stands aside to see what the Sarista will do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 00:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Waterskins, as even a hairy heathen should know, are used to hold water", the Aamanian explained with the tone of a patient teacher facing a dumb kid. "As for the sphere, I'm not quite sure myself. You will have to find out, as I have no interest in sharing the knowledge I have gained with you. Enlightening words of wisdom are wasted on those that don't follow the Almighty, except for converting them!"<br><br>The two men the elder has pointed followed Adjia. Many others tried to, but he engaged them with a discourse, and they stopped to listen.<br>"My brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews, I want your advice on this. We have captured the man that has wronged us, and we are at a crossroad, a situation all too familiar to any Sarista..."<br>His words trailed behind the trio as they were closing to the spot with the captive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 02:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know I was speaking of it's contents, priest. Either way, it seems your words where as enlightening as my aforementioned process. Still I will consider holding my word, depending on what they decide to do with you." Kalaj stepped back and picked up the orb and the waterskin, opening it away from his nose to pour a bit on the ground so any effect it would have on the grass or the content's scent wouldn't affect his nose or himself. He still kept the priest within his peripheral view, any awkward movement would be rewarded with a knife to his cheek. In a non-lethal way of course. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 08:04:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3975249#msg3975249">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-12-2010, 01:06:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Eye of Aa looked at her and almost looked like it was winking. Of course, it was just the hole from the blade.<br>"Fine, coming to see", announced Dingo from the darkness. He soon emerged and didn't even apuse before asking her a riddle.<br>"Who has all the answers, yet considers questions to be wrong?"<br>Whatever her answer, it wouldn't take long for them to go back to the priest.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala’s dark blue eyes were wide for a moment, caught in surprise by the spontaneous riddle. “Um, I’m not quite sure,” she awkwardly answered. “A teacher, perhaps?” She shrugged, not all that great with riddles. She looked expectantly up at the fair green-skinned man, waiting for the answer. “Who is it? Who has all the answer, but considers the questions to be wrong?” she asked, as they continued to walk back to the priest.<br><br>Once they reached the priest and saw that the Sarista leaders had also arrive, Aevala gives a sign of respect the leaders and approaches. She wanted to hear the final decision on the priest’s life for his crimes against her kin. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 12:07:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3979762#msg3979762">Quote from: Leorobin on 06-12-2010, 02:22:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know I was speaking of it's contents, priest. Either way, it seems your words where as enlightening as my aforementioned process. Still I will consider holding my word, depending on what they decide to do with you." Kalaj stepped back and picked up the orb and the waterskin, opening it away from his nose to pour a bit on the ground so any effect it would have on the grass or the content's scent wouldn't affect his nose or himself. He still kept the priest within his peripheral view, any awkward movement would be rewarded with a knife to his cheek. In a non-lethal way of course.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The contents of the waterskin smelled like water that has stayed in a waterskin for long, that is, no different than the skin itself, and the chemicals used to make it impermeable. Whatever effects it might have had, they didn't seem to affect the grass. It only seemed invigorated, as if someone was pouring water all over it, and that was all.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3981013#msg3981013">Quote from: Petrosity on 06-12-2010, 08:04:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala’s dark blue eyes were wide for a moment, caught in surprise by the spontaneous riddle. “Um, I’m not quite sure,” she awkwardly answered. “A teacher, perhaps?” She shrugged, not all that great with riddles. She looked expectantly up at the fair green-skinned man, waiting for the answer. “Who is it? Who has all the answer, but considers the questions to be wrong?” she asked, as they continued to walk back to the priest.<br><br>Once they reached the priest and saw that the Sarista leaders had also arrive, Aevala gives a sign of respect the leaders and approaches. She wanted to hear the final decision on the priest’s life for his crimes against her kin. <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo chuckled.<br>"Now, Paradoxists consider the question to be more important than the answer, so one of them probably wouldn't answer. I am not a full Paradoxist, though, just imitated my Zandir teacher a moment ago - so I can answer. The answer is, "Aamanians", that's who - like the one we've just captured. You can guess why they don't really like each other".<br>That's an understatement. Zandir and Aaman are not in war only because the last one proved to be too costly for them both, in lives and in gold, so even the religious fanatics decided to look for other ways of competition. Sabotage is a widespread competition, the rumours say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 07:16:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3981419#msg3981419">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-12-2010, 12:07:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dingo chuckled.<br>"Now, Paradoxists consider the question to be more important than the answer, so one of them probably wouldn't answer. I am not a full Paradoxist, though, just imitated my Zandir teacher a moment ago - so I can answer. The answer is, "Aamanians", that's who - like the one we've just captured. You can guess why they don't really like each other".<br>That's an understatement. Zandir and Aaman are not in war only because the last one proved to be too costly for them both, in lives and in gold, so even the religious fanatics decided to look for other ways of competition. Sabotage is a widespread competition, the rumours say.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala arched her smooth white eyebrow at Dingo’s overt understatement as a small smirk curled at the corner of her mouth. She had spent a great deal of her travels in and out of Zandu, and decent amount of time gambling within the lively city. It reminded her a little of her own culture, with its splendid taste of life and vibrant colors, unlike their drab neighbors, the Aamanians. Aevala would take up business with anyone for the right price, but she had rarely crossed an Aamanian’s path.&nbsp; Staring at the priest, Aevala knew that she was unlikely to receive business from them, and was more than happy to not shake hands with such a miserable bunch of people. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 08:41:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dingo, however, kept his thin smile like carved on his face. Something was telling her he was well aware how much of an understatement it was.<br>They appeared at the same time as Adjia, who really haven't needed to go further than the site of the botched assault to find an elder Sarista. She was followed by two rather big Sarista men. Well, rather big for Sarista, a Thrall would still look down on them.<br>"Hi", the thinner of the two waved. "We haven't been introduced to you, but it seems we owe you a lot now. I'm Salaris, and this silent fellow is Yermy, my brother. We're here to carry the murderer to the justice".<br>He looks at the Aamanian appreciatively.<br>"Looks like a small fellow. You don't need to strain yourself no longer, we'll haul him ourselves. I guess you earned the right to follow and see what the elders are going to decide, though!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 18:28:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And we will probably offer helpful suggestions as well," Adjia mutters.&nbsp; "Just another service we offer, given the obnoxious nature of the miscreant."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:55:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The manacles on his toes have spikes, I'd advise to remove them if you want him to walk." Kalaj said simple without looking up as he pulled a blade of grass from those he had doused and pushed it against his lips before dropping it. "My name is Kalaj, I just did what I should. It is part of the trade." He got up and bowed slightly at the two men before stepping back to pick up the items he had taken from the Aamanian. He held the book with some disdain but he guessed it would be worth something if sold.<br><br>"A pleasure to make your acquaintance I suppose." Kalaj stood where he was keeping an eye on the man and his ears alert for any sound from the camp or Yume.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:57:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aevala smiled at Adija's suggestion and nodded in agreement. She would be more than happy to give some suggestions as to the punishment of the murdering preists, but she also knew the elders were wise and just in their punishments. She imagined that she would not be upset with any decision that came from them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 12:23:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3990241#msg3990241">Quote from: MadPanda on 08-12-2010, 18:28:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And we will probably offer helpful suggestions as well," Adjia mutters.&nbsp; "Just another service we offer, given the obnoxious nature of the miscreant."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Salaris shrugged.<br>"I am sure your suggestions might be welcome. It's a family matter, but you helped capturing him, so you would be welcome to speak, I believe. Last I heard, my uncle was talking about skinning him alive; the Elder might have something else in mind, though".<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3990684#msg3990684">Quote from: Petrosity on 08-12-2010, 20:57:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala smiled at Adija's suggestion and nodded in agreement. She would be more than happy to give some suggestions as to the punishment of the murdering preists, but she also knew the elders were wise and just in their punishments. She imagined that she would not be upset with any decision that came from them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Of course, she also knows that some of them are actually given to their primal impulses, every time a Sarista is hurt. Some of them accept this as a personal failure.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3990677#msg3990677">Quote from: Leorobin on 08-12-2010, 20:55:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The manacles on his toes have spikes, I'd advise to remove them if you want him to walk." Kalaj said simple without looking up as he pulled a blade of grass from those he had doused and pushed it against his lips before dropping it. "My name is Kalaj, I just did what I should. It is part of the trade." He got up and bowed slightly at the two men before stepping back to pick up the items he had taken from the Aamanian. He held the book with some disdain but he guessed it would be worth something if sold.<br><br>"A pleasure to make your acquaintance I suppose." Kalaj stood where he was keeping an eye on the man and his ears alert for any sound from the camp or Yume.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Salaris bowed.<br>"And a honour it is to me to know you, manhunter! I'm really glad you weren't here for one of us. I don't plan on freeing him, though, but I'll give you back your custom-made manacles once we are there. Now, brother, lend me a hand!"<br>The silent Yermy approaches, and together, they grab the Aamanian's shoulders and thighs, lifting him up like a sack of grain. Then the brothers proceed to just carry him away, again, much like two peasants would wear grain - except with less care about the "grain's" safety.<br>The two obviously have a kind of wiry strength that everybody on the clearing knows for what it is: a nature's gift, rare among Sarista, or the result of strenuous practice in hunting, martial dances, or similar activities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj imited himself to bow his head again and followed the sarista, keeping an eye on the Aamanian and a claw at ready. His other claw had the Aamanians book held from a corner while the waterskin and the orb found a place amongst the pockets of his cloak. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 14:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4001214#msg4001214">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 11-12-2010, 12:23:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Of course, she also knows that some of them are actually given to their primal impulses, every time a Sarista is hurt. Some of them accept this as a personal failure.</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala especially agreed with the Sarista Elders when they carried the same feelings as most of the rest of their kin--giving rather harsh punishments to those that wronged one of their blue-skinned brothers. Especially given the gruesome murder on such an eventful occansion, Aevala imagined that Elders would not be very merciful, if at all towards the Aamanian. <br><br>She watched as the brothers undid the murderer's shackles and carried him away like an unwanted object. A small smirk lined her lips in approval before allowing her eyes to fall along the brothers' forms, astounded by their strength and ease at halling the prisoner. Her smile only grew as she enjoyed the view from behind as she followed the brothers with the Jaka.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 18:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although Adjia's face is hidden behind her mask, Salaris can hear her smile.<br><br>"Flensing sounds almost appropriate.&nbsp; With or without salt water to cleanse the blood away?&nbsp; Perhaps an inch at a time...no, he surely would not last so long as a real man..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 12:51:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4013657#msg4013657">Quote from: MadPanda on 14-12-2010, 18:31:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Although Adjia's face is hidden behind her mask, Salaris can hear her smile.<br><br>"Flensing sounds almost appropriate.&nbsp; With or without salt water to cleanse the blood away?&nbsp; Perhaps an inch at a time...no, he surely would not last so long as a real man..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Salaris almost drops his cargo laughing.<br>"Hear that, brother? You need a wife like that to teach you to be hard with the likes of this one!"<br>He turns to Adjia as much as carrying a man allows.<br>"My big brother dislikes such forms of punishment. To him, a fast death is just as good for any enemy. I tell him it's a sign of being a softie..."<br>"He'd be just as dead if we only strangle him", the big Yermy opens his mouth for the first time. He turns out to possess a deep, booming voice. "A dead enemy is one that's no longer after you. A tortured one is a guy that you lost extra time with. I have better uses for my time".<br>He then grows silent again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4011002#msg4011002">Quote from: Leorobin on 14-12-2010, 01:48:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj imited himself to bow his head again and followed the sarista, keeping an eye on the Aamanian and a claw at ready. His other claw had the Aamanians book held from a corner while the waterskin and the orb found a place amongst the pockets of his cloak. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The book is heavy. More than one claw might be necessary, since it looks like it's bound with iron, and the pages are likely parchment or another heavy material.<br>Neither the waterskin nor the orb look significant in any way.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4013004#msg4013004">Quote from: Petrosity on 14-12-2010, 14:07:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala especially agreed with the Sarista Elders when they carried the same feelings as most of the rest of their kin--giving rather harsh punishments to those that wronged one of their blue-skinned brothers. Especially given the gruesome murder on such an eventful occansion, Aevala imagined that Elders would not be very merciful, if at all towards the Aamanian. <br><br>She watched as the brothers undid the murderer's shackles and carried him away like an unwanted object. A small smirk lined her lips in approval before allowing her eyes to fall along the brothers' forms, astounded by their strength and ease at halling the prisoner. Her smile only grew as she enjoyed the view from behind as she followed the brothers with the Jaka.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The guys are not strongmen, at least not like the ones that bend iron bars on a market day. Salaris is wiry, but fit and strong. Yermy looks more like a man of slow power, but a relentless one, the kind of guy that can fall after a day of travel that was too much for him, but will fall forward.<br>Overall, they are a match for each other.<br><br>While Salaris is chatting up Adjia, and showing a great knowledge on the various ways to cause pain, they go for the same clearing. It is obvious the discussion is not even concerning the fate of the captive. Most of the clan is in a circle around the three elders in the centre.<br>"I tell you he might as well die tomorrow!", a middle-aged Sarista claims. "But my daughter's wedding day was chosen to be today with the help of an astromancer, and much did I pay for this advice! Keep him closed, and settle his fate tomorrow, after the wedding!"<br>His words are met with approval from a group of Sarista in especially bright, especially luxurious clothes.<br>"Bah!", an older woman answers. "A good omen that will be, having a bound man waiting for his death after your daughter's marriage! Delaying justice in order to perform the rite! No, I say, get him here, let's spill his blood to appease the spirits of the slain... it's not our fault that you'd have to pay another astromancer! It's the madman you have to blame for it, as we blame him for the death of our kin and family!"<br>Another group, obviously blood relatives of the victims, applaud this. The man looks grieved.<br>"Are you implying I'm not in grief for the loss of my niece, and my nephew? But that's what Fate had in store for them. We have to honour her choice with resuming our way of life, and not allowing a madman to change it! Sarista always honour Fate with dancing, singing and revelry, even if many more madmen are lurking in the shadows..."<br>And on the grass, there are three bodies, including the girl you found earlier. Another you haven't seen, but she could be her sister... and given that's a Sarista clan, she's probably a relative anyway. And then there is a boy, who might have been sixteen or so, but will never have another birthday. All of them are killed with big, deep cuts through the torso, it seems.<br>The quarrel between the two keeps going in a theatrical fashion, each side showing apparent emotions and just as apparent oratory talent. The elder who sent Salaris and Yermy is trying in vain to calm them down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 16:32:09</strong>
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				"If I may speak..." Kalaj asks, raising his voice while taking a step towards the two Sarista that are quarreling and standing close to the two of them. "Little will be solved if both remain discussing here instead of taking action, towards one or the other way. Let the Elders speak, their experience is usually a good measure of their wisdom." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 19:40:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4017022#msg4017022">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 15-12-2010, 12:51:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Salaris almost drops his cargo laughing.<br>"Hear that, brother? You need a wife like that to teach you to be hard with the likes of this one!"<br>He turns to Adjia as much as carrying a man allows.<br>"My big brother dislikes such forms of punishment. To him, a fast death is just as good for any enemy. I tell him it's a sign of being a softie..."<br>"He'd be just as dead if we only strangle him", the big Yermy opens his mouth for the first time. He turns out to possess a deep, booming voice. "A dead enemy is one that's no longer after you. A tortured one is a guy that you lost extra time with. I have better uses for my time".<br>He then grows silent again.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ah, but his blood, his life...these are not valuable to one such as he!&nbsp; He welcomes suffering and death, for they add to his glory in the eyes of his god.&nbsp; His <em>purity</em>, on the other hand...that is another matter.&nbsp; Take that from him, and then his death will once again hold horrors aplenty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 12:40:05</strong>
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				Aevala agreed with Kalaj, but she also argeed and sympathized with a number of other arguments. The fate of the priest was decided, but how, where, and when had yet to be determined. She remained quiet, listening to the arguments between her kin and the helpful strangers that had helped her bring down the murderer. Personally, she was of the opinion that a public execution while dancing sounded good, but she decided to keep her irreverent thoughts to herself, knowing that death made for bad weddings. There had been far enough death already for one wedding. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:02:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4017828#msg4017828">Quote from: MadPanda on 15-12-2010, 19:40:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah, but his blood, his life...these are not valuable to one such as he!&nbsp; He welcomes suffering and death, for they add to his glory in the eyes of his god.&nbsp; His <em>purity</em>, on the other hand...that is another matter.&nbsp; Take that from him, and then his death will once again hold horrors aplenty."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Wise words", Salaris nodded. "If the Elders decide he should be broken, I will remind them of this!"<br>His brother doesn't seem to look brightly at the prospect. "Unnecessary cruelty on a merry day, that's all there is to these words!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4017417#msg4017417">Quote from: Leorobin on 15-12-2010, 16:32:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If I may speak..." Kalaj asks, raising his voice while taking a step towards the two Sarista that are quarreling and standing close to the two of them. "Little will be solved if both remain discussing here instead of taking action, towards one or the other way. Let the Elders speak, their experience is usually a good measure of their wisdom." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"That's what we are doing, Manhunter", the middle-aged man answers him. "We are speaking from our experience. I am Gorgorus, the representative of the bride's clan; Menara here represents the clan of the aggrieved. They lost two of theirs to this attack, so I understand their grief - I just advise them to be stronger than it, and roll with Fate's whims".<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4024833#msg4024833">Quote from: Petrosity on 17-12-2010, 12:40:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala agreed with Kalaj, but she also argeed and sympathized with a number of other arguments. The fate of the priest was decided, but how, where, and when had yet to be determined. She remained quiet, listening to the arguments between her kin and the helpful strangers that had helped her bring down the murderer. Personally, she was of the opinion that a public execution while dancing sounded good, but she decided to keep her irreverent thoughts to herself, knowing that death made for bad weddings. There had been far enough death already for one wedding. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>After Kalaj attracts their attention, the old crone looks in their direction and her gaze falls on Aevala.<br>"You, girl! You're a Sarista, I see - and you were with them, and Talen here said you even attacked the murderer. Speak your mind - shall we have a feast, marry those two despite the killings and put justice for later? Or shall we put him to the sword, and the fire, and stones, and nail, and then have a feast to celebrate that, and celebrate the wedding at once? It is obvious we can't have a wedding and an execution the same day, on that much I agree!"<br>Talen seems to be the man that was wounded in the last attack. He looks much better now. It might be due to the Muse's healing ability, or simply because she smiled at him. Or maybe both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4027214#msg4027214">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-12-2010, 03:02:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After Kalaj attracts their attention, the old crone looks in their direction and her gaze falls on Aevala.<br>"You, girl! You're a Sarista, I see - and you were with them, and Talen here said you even attacked the murderer. Speak your mind - shall we have a feast, marry those two despite the killings and put justice for later? Or shall we put him to the sword, and the fire, and stones, and nail, and then have a feast to celebrate that, and celebrate the wedding at once? It is obvious we can't have a wedding and an execution the same day, on that much I agree!"<br>Talen seems to be the man that was wounded in the last attack. He looks much better now. It might be due to the Muse's healing ability, or simply because she smiled at him. Or maybe both.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala was a little startled at being pointed out among the angry Sarista, but she met the old crone’s eyes and stepped forward to speak her mind. Though her words were not very eloquent, Aevala tried to reason against killing the priest tonight. “I am deeply grieved by tonight’s events, as are we all! But, I believe that our fallen kin are appeased that their murderer has been captured and justice will be delivered,” Aevala spoke with certainity, looking to each of the elders.&nbsp; “However, I do not believe that they would’ve wanted us to put off this momentous occasion for such vile filth. Death will come for him soon enough. Let us celebrate the marriage and the capture of murderer, and execute him in the morning.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:51:45</strong>
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				Adjia nods her agreement with this.<br><br>"A death he will welcome, relishing the anger and pain his actions have aroused?&nbsp; In the heat of the offense?&nbsp; That is mother's milk to one such as he."&nbsp; She pauses, just for a moment, and her tone becomes far chillier.&nbsp; "Best to let him keep a while, the better to tarnish his oh so valuable purity before you send him to his final judgment.&nbsp; Better still to make him seek his own violation and debasement, that he cannot die while basking in his own holiness."<br><br>She makes a dismissive gesture.<br><br>"Not that I am suggesting clemency!&nbsp; Merely a punishment that will scar him soul-deep before he dies, the better to lay upon him the with full weight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 15:36:36</strong>
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				The crone's shoulders sink, but the mood of the crowd shifts. Her supporters are feeling less secure now, and their opponents are feeling invigorated by the support that the heroes of the night lend them. Viorica's father, and he is indeed the man who was trying to stop the quarrel, feels that and rolls with their mood.<br>"I agree we should finish the wedding, and show the foul murderer his actions didn't even spoil our feast", he announces. "If anyone else disagrees, let them step forward and speak freely!"<br>His tone is not welcoming of those who might choose this, though. Nobody feel sure enough to dare, and shouts like "Time for a wedding" and "How long are you going to drag this decision" seal the deal. He stomps the ground with his staff - obviously a ceremonial tool, and on the third "thump", announces.<br>"In the absence of opposing voices, the wedding shall continue! These two shall tie the knot tonight!"<br>The bride's sister runs to Aevala and kisses her - probably on the cheek, unless she shows desire to kiss her on the lips. "Thank you for my sister", she whispers, before running back to tell her the news. The night is soon filled with the sounds of music, again.<br>In the meantime, Salaris removes the chains from the murderer's legs and gives them back to Kalaj.<br>"Here are your manacles, manhunter. I'm going to use more mundane stuff to keep him safe".<br>He also winks at Adjia.<br>"Taking away his purity, huh? Got any suggestions how we should go about that?"<br>Dingo puffs.<br>"I fail to see the point in taking too long with an Orthodoxist", he mentions. "But I'll go and check my makeup, and dust my clothes. There are going to be dances, you know!"<br>The Thaecian is already nowhere nearby. You suspect that he is at the origins of one of the musical sounds that combine in a disjointed, yet somehow impressive music, to announce a new union.<br><br>Not too far from there, on the central clearing, flames are rising on the edges of the circle, where the ceremony is going to be held. It looks like they are going to start soonish!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 18:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4028876#msg4028876">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-12-2010, 15:36:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the meantime, Salaris removes the chains from the murderer's legs and gives them back to Kalaj.<br>"Here are your manacles, manhunter. I'm going to use more mundane stuff to keep him safe".<br>He also winks at Adjia.<br>"Taking away his purity, huh? Got any suggestions how we should go about that?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The mask hides Adjia's blush from view, and she is well-schooled in controlling her body language, but the question seems to make her a little uncomfortable.<br><br>"Not I," she demurs.&nbsp; "Among my people, such matters are not often a point of open speculation and discussion.&nbsp; But were I to offer a suggestion, it would be to give him to a score or so of the Zandir to use in one of their wild orgies.&nbsp; Drugs and wanton perversion would no doubt blot his oh so precious purity...but that would take time, and I can understand why such a leisurely matter might not satisfy.&nbsp; Perhaps he could be bound, forced to drink, and then used by whichever members of the tribe wish to have him?&nbsp; Being taken by a woman, as if he is one, should surely be a humiliation."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 08:10:18</strong>
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				"Taken as a woman, you mean?", Salaris enquires. "Sure, it might work. The trick would be to find a man that would be attracted to him, I think!"<br>He looks him with a new kind of interest, than shakes his head.<br>"I'd need to be almost on the verge of collapse from drinking, and I suspect if anyone agrees, it would have something to do with drinking. That guy is a real ugly specimen!"<br>Well, maybe he's not, but you can get what Salaris means. The guy doesn't look manly, nor effeminate, nor even well-kept. In short, if there is a kind of beauty that applies to him, it's probably spiritual!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:22:13</strong>
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				"Actually, I was thinking something much more...mmm...depraved.&nbsp; There are, I am told, means by which women can...er...perform, as the male partner..."<br><br>Her control seems to have slipped, because anyone in earshot can hear the furious blush in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:53:58</strong>
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				Aevala stood firm, watching the crone shoulders sink as her opinion was resounded by Adija. Glad for the support, Aevala felt the feelings of the crowd shift. Shouts for a wedding and dancing filled the air and an announcement is sounded that the wedding will continue. She smiles, glad to see that the evening would have no more unnecessary blood shed, at least from her hands. <br><br>Aevala watched the crowd disperse to join in the festivities as the bride sister’s rushed to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Aevala happily returned a kiss to her other cheek as the young Sarista thanked her. “Enjoy,” was all Aevala was able to say before the girl ran off into the sea of celebrating Sarista. She smiles and turn to the others, listening to Adija and Salaris as she continued to express her desire to strip the priest of his purity. Though, as she heard Adija say: “There are, I am told, means by which women can...er...perform, as the male partner…” her jaw dropped. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 04:55:27</strong>
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				Kalaj merely nodded as he was corrected, the quarrel between the two was quite what he had expected from the elders. It was true that amongst the jaka they had no such figure, but the most experienced usually led the group, as he learned with his father. And from the little he knew of the sarista...well he expected something different. Perhaps his knowledge was not sufficient.<br><br>The ring in Adija's voice at her remarks didn't escaped the jaka's keen ears, it was fairly amusing. "I've heard of such methods...It couldn't be too hard to devise such contraption, if someone had the ability, though. An interesting suggestion, I must add." He had seen and heard of objects like the one that she was describing, mostly from a particularly deviant rajan that enjoyed such types of torture. It was something that amused him but he preferred other types of torture and well, his interest on those matters weren't that...amusing.<br><br>He watched the band of sarista disperse to their own preparations for the wedding, he contemplated returning to the tent with the muse as he stored the manacles in his pocket with a brief thanks to... Salaris? Yes that was the name of the man. He returned his attention to the small party of them, it seemed to be a colorful group it would certainly drag glances to them if they happened to move together. It wasn't something that he had interest in at the moment. It would be easier to get the muse if they were alone.<br><br>"I do agree on that it would be more fitting to desecrate his body before slaying him. It would be a more appropriate punishment that just sending him to his god after commitment and act of faith, as he sees it." Kalaj shrugged and crossed his arms, waiting for the opinions of the others. He wasn't really interested on the man's fate but it would help to keep his facade as a manhunter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 13:23:49</strong>
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				Viorica's father raises a brow at the suggestions.<br>"This is some outsider's toy", he supposes. "We seldom need the like of it!"<br>A Sarista girl behind him turns to hide her smile. He continues, not noticing it.<br>"But if you describe it to the aggrieved, I'm sure they'd be glad to cut something like that from tree-bark or the like. I suppose your idea might find some acceptance with them. I might even allow it, in the interest of assuaging their thirst for vengeance, and maintaining the peace!"<br>His tone doesn't suggest that he will approve it, ever, as he turns to walk away to the festivities.<br>In the meantime, the Sarista clan has gathered on the clearing. After avoiding the danger, they look even more eager to feast and laugh in the face of Death. The mourning will begin tomorrow.<br>The elders, accompanied by a Paradoxist priest, lead the ceremony. First, the husbands appear, each in as splendid a clothing as their clans could afford. The bride almost has trouble stepping under all the silk, jewellery, furs - despite the generally hot weather - and more silk, and more jewellery.<br>How did they manage to also make it revealing is a prowess that will require further exploration by all fashionistas present.<br>The man is not put to shame, though. On top of the furs, silk, jewellery, ceremonial weapons, and and yet more jewellery, he somehow manages to move with relative ease, and yet his clothes are about as revealing as hers. There is much less uncovered skin, but the fabric is gripping his well-toned body tightly, and revealing as much as possible.<br>The ceremony itself, some might think, is more a pretext to show off the clothing, and to grant a veneer of official approval on a relationship. Led by their clan elders, they cross at the same time the line of the firepits, dug in a big circle around a big tree. Underneath, Viorica's father is waiting, and the Paradoxist priest stands next to him, with the Muse on the other side - the same one Kalaj agreed to guard. The three are there to witness the oaths.<br>As they cross the circle of firepits, small kids run and throw burning branches inside. The flames raise almost unnaturally fast. There is probably some magic involved, or very rare trees - or both.<br>The bride and groom are led around the tree, three times counterclockwise, and three times clockwise. They are always moving in the opposite direction, though. It's supposed to represent that they were roving through life, meeting only occasionally, until this point.<br>Finally, they stand together in front of the trio. Each of them pronounces a vow to uphold their respective obligations, to respect his or her partner, and his or her other wives and husbands, and his or her relatives. The text is straight out of the manuscript "Customs of the Sarista", volume 3, "Ancient variants of the wedding ceremonies".<br>Each of the three persons under the tree asks them a question, which is unscripted, unlike the rest of the ritual. They are free to ask whatever they want.<br>"Will you care for your children together?", asks the Muse.<br>"Yes".<br>"Yes, with the help of our clans".<br>The Muse looks suitably impressed with their willingness to devote time to such long-term projects, but nods her approval and steps back, allowing the priest to come forward. There is some quickly silenced laughter - apparently, Muses often ask this very question when participating in the ceremony. There were even some bets, it seems, as money change hands.<br>"Will you be good Sarista?", the Paradoxist priest asks, without clarifying what he means. On top of it, there is only one possible answer, although they are obviously thinking of the meaning of the question. Which is probably why he asked it in such a way.<br>Being a Paradoxist, this thinking is probably more important than the answers themselves.<br>"Yes".<br>"Yes".<br>He also nods approvingly and steps back. The elder of the clan steps forward.<br>"Will you ever bring shame to your newfound family, or neglect it for other people?", he asks in a booming voice. At least this one is trying to look scary and ask hard questions, as the ceremony requires.<br>"I will not", the men replies proudly.<br>"Of course not!", the bride replies almost at the same moment.<br>He nods, and turns towards the other two. When neither of them raises objections to the union, he turns back to them.<br>"From this moment on, you are a husband and wife! Be happy, and make your clans happy! Let the festivities begin!"<br>And then the dancing and the music starts in earnest, with some enthusiastic youngsters even making cartwheels on the word "begin". People start looking for partners, usually inviting a husband, a prospective husband, or a relative for the first dance. Of course, as they stand nearby, it often looks as if they just grab the nearest partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 14:27:20</strong>
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				Kalaj nods at the elder as he moves away and glances at the rest of the plotters. "I have duties to attend, if you excuse me." He bows lightly and goes to search the muse, she would be fine, since Yume hadn't called him. It wasn't easy to kill a nighthawk, mainly for it's feathers so he wasn't worried. <br><br>Before the ceremony, Kalaj had cleaned and changed his cloak to the cloth one so it would look better and more suiting for the ceremony. He made sure his equus and possesion were still safe and he added the wineskinand the book to his bag, keeping the black sphere in his pocket. He also changed hsi clothes to the black silk shirt and pants, adding a few decorations that he had with him from his disguises. The cloak was green, not too different from the dark color of the leaves of the trees that surrounded them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 17:08:33</strong>
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				Yume was fine. Kalaj was probably the only one who noticed him near the Muse, watching for her security.<br>His preparations allowed him to attract even more attention. And they were at least partially the reason that at the start of the dances, the two Saristas at his sides grabbed a hand each and tried to drag him away to dance. Of course, both failed, and stopped to stare at each other. Their faces are quite similar, although one is taller and their attire is quite different.<br>The taller one is in a dress the colour of spring grass, moving with the ease of a practised dancer, and sports a smile that's best described as "cute", and looks mild-mannered.<br>The little one is in a dress the colour of polished black iron, when it reflects the light of at least two moons. The silk is shimmering around her form, tight where it needs to be, falling freely in other places. Her hair is much shorter, and there is something impish and mischievous about her smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 03:41:58</strong>
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				“Well, I would like to attend the wedding,” Aevala sharply intervened after Elder spoke his mind and left. Aevala wasn’t exactly sure what else Adija was planning to do with the prisoner, but it seemed like the elders would permit any actions taken against the priest. After all,&nbsp; it’s an eye-for-an-eye, and six were lost. It seemed like there were several Sarista that would not mind if such depraved actions were taken against the priest to revenge for their lost kin. Aevala wasn’t a big fan of such measures, but she did feel that a quick death was too gracious of a punishment for the murderer. <br><br>Aevala gave a bow to Adija and Salaris. “I will be back after the wedding, to help arrange what is needed for the prisoner,” she stated flatly, not wanting to go into any more detail than what was necessary. She headed off to prepare for the wedding, freshening up, and donning a cleaner set of clothing as she watched the vows exchange. The bride and groom looked amazing, and her heart fluttered with hopeful anticipation of her own marriage, whenever that may be. She watched as the dancing soon begun, and waited, hoping to dance, seeing if someone would whisk her away before she would retire to her duties. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:21:06</strong>
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				Adjia, or at least her mask, nods to Aevala.<br><br>"Do enjoy yourself, yes?&nbsp; I, alas, feel so out of place at weddings..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 12:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4045096#msg4045096">Quote from: MadPanda on 23-12-2010, 05:21:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia, or at least her mask, nods to Aevala.<br><br>"Do enjoy yourself, yes?&nbsp; I, alas, feel so out of place at weddings..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh come on!", someone exclaims from behind her back, as Aevala is going away. "You're not telling me you wouldn't join us there, are you? I'll need a dancing partner, and I haven't promised the first dance yet!"<br>It's the voice of the hunter from earlier in the evening, who haven't introduced himself yet.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4044860#msg4044860">Quote from: Petrosity on 23-12-2010, 03:41:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Well, I would like to attend the wedding,” Aevala sharply intervened after Elder spoke his mind and left. Aevala wasn’t exactly sure what else Adija was planning to do with the prisoner, but it seemed like the elders would permit any actions taken against the priest. After all,&nbsp; it’s an eye-for-an-eye, and six were lost. It seemed like there were several Sarista that would not mind if such depraved actions were taken against the priest to revenge for their lost kin. Aevala wasn’t a big fan of such measures, but she did feel that a quick death was too gracious of a punishment for the murderer. <br><br>Aevala gave a bow to Adija and Salaris. “I will be back after the wedding, to help arrange what is needed for the prisoner,” she stated flatly, not wanting to go into any more detail than what was necessary. She headed off to prepare for the wedding, freshening up, and donning a cleaner set of clothing as she watched the vows exchange. The bride and groom looked amazing, and her heart fluttered with hopeful anticipation of her own marriage, whenever that may be. She watched as the dancing soon begun, and waited, hoping to dance, seeing if someone would whisk her away before she would retire to her duties. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Salaris simply shrugs.<br>"I think I can make something for the prisoner myself after the ceremony", he offers, as she's going away. "Plenty of tree bark around here, and it wouldn't take long anyway. Something roughly shaped would work - but I'm not the the guy to..."<br>She doesn't hear the rest of his sentence, hurrying to get ready.<br>The good part was, it didn't take her long, and so she witnessed one of the bigger Sarista weddings she remembers. Obviously, this clan puts a lot of importance on this event, as Sarista matrimonial ceremonies happen quite a lot. Sometimes, they are even prompted by an unexpected pregnancy, and even a tri-bow can be used to hasten the events, and secure the consent of both parties.<br><br>At the start of the festivities, she finds herself, without realising it, in much the same situation that Kalaj is. Well, there are some minor differences.<br>First, one of the Sarista that's gripping her elbows with the intention to spin her into dancing, is a male. The other is, quite obviously, a woman. The man is a few years older than her, while the woman is roughly her own age.<br>Second, they are not scowling at each other. The smiles they exchange are more a sign of recognition, and they talk like they know each other.<br>"But surely the lady would want to dance with a man, my dear?", the man exclaims.<br>"You know nothing about some things, Castor", the woman replies confidently. "Some dances need a feminine touch!"<br><br><br>Over near Kalaj, the exchange of words is not so tame. To a hunter's eye, the two look like big cats readying to fight, even in the motions of their heads.<br>"You?", the dark-haired one exclaims.<br>"You again?", the taller redhair looks surprised. "Are you <em>following</em> me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 21:04:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4051670#msg4051670">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-12-2010, 12:24:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh come on!", someone exclaims from behind her back, as Aevala is going away. "You're not telling me you wouldn't join us there, are you? I'll need a dancing partner, and I haven't promised the first dance yet!"<br>It's the voice of the hunter from earlier in the evening, who haven't introduced himself yet.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia almost whirls, one hand stealing toward her belt as if to grab the throwing knife that used to be there before she hurled it so fruitlessly into the night.<br><br>"I...have not forgotten, but I did warn you that I cannot dance.&nbsp; Didn't I?"<br><br>She makes an effort to recover her dignity.<br><br>"You are after more than a dance, I suppose..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 23:11:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man nods towards her hand, his gaze following her movements.<br>"You're not going to need it, whatever was there. I promise that much!"<br>Then his smile gets even broader.<br>"And what if I am entertaining any side thoughts? Let me just give you a lesson in dancing for a start! You can decide afterwards whether to satiate my curiosity, or any other desires. Of course, you don't have to".<br>He looks in the opposite direction to the festivities.<br>"But I'm still sure my lesson will be more fun than sulking here, while everybody else is having fun!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 23:15:48</strong>
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				With a sigh, Adjia nods assent.<br><br>"Very well.&nbsp; It would be churlish of me to hold so far back from the spirit of things.&nbsp; A little merriment is probably only proper."<br><br>She steps closer, her view shifting for a moment to fall on the Muses nearby.<br><br>"But I warn you, I do not believe men would find me...appealing.&nbsp; Mine is not a comely heritage."&nbsp; Her voice softens and trembles a little.&nbsp; "Nor can I find blame in this, when such fair sights as those two await the eye."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 01:15:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man chuckles without replying.<br>He is also the one that spins her around when the first dance begins, and he turns out to be as skilled a dancer as he has promised. Somehow, he manages to make her look good, covering her obvious blunders.<br>"Relax", he whispers in her ear. "I can bet you weren't as tense even while pursuing that man before. Dancing is much more fun, and less dangerous. Relax and let go, stop thinking so much!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 07:10:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You ask much," Adjia murmurs, her mask almost muffling her voice completely as she does her best to follow his movements.&nbsp; "This is not a skill to which I am accustomed...nor have much hope of practicing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 11:50:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He still looks at her observantly.<br>"It's your decision, but it'd help your skills. Why don't you"-he swirls her to avoid another couple - "practice while you can?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 18:47:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nearly stumbling, she finds herself drawing him closer if only to help with her balance.<br><br>"...as...as you say, yes, practice..."<br><br>He can almost certainly hear her blushing under her mask.&nbsp; (Unfortunately, this close to her he can also tell that the horns at brow and chin are not part of the mask at all.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:51:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4051670#msg4051670">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-12-2010, 12:24:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">At the start of the festivities, she finds herself, without realising it, in much the same situation that Kalaj is. Well, there are some minor differences.<br>First, one of the Sarista that's gripping her elbows with the intention to spin her into dancing, is a male. The other is, quite obviously, a woman. The man is a few years older than her, while the woman is roughly her own age.<br>Second, they are not scowling at each other. The smiles they exchange are more a sign of recognition, and they talk like they know each other.<br>"But surely the lady would want to dance with a man, my dear?", the man exclaims.<br>"You know nothing about some things, Castor", the woman replies confidently. "Some dances need a feminine touch!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Vaguely shaped phallic objects made of tree bark floated around her mind. Aevala&nbsp; grimaced, thinking of all the terrible splinters and others things that would most likely come from such a device! But, it wasn’t like it was going to be made for the intent of pleasuring someone… Still, the torturous device seemed almost appropriate for the zealot. Killing him after such a noble act would be almost a gift compared to what Adija had in mind. <br><br>Aevala’s let the idea of the malign device slip from her thoughts as she watched the dancing begin, artistic and almost poetic in its motion, and certainly indicative of later nighttime activities. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but she dexterous enough to keep her feet moving in the right direction. She soon found that two very different hands were placed on her elbows. She looked up to the man and then to the woman. Aevala grinned as the two bantered with another, but she could not dispute the woman’s claim as some things really did need a feminine touch. “The lady has a point, kind sir. Some dances are better with a little feminine grace, but not all. Perhaps a different melody will be played, and I will be searching for you as partner!” she said with a wink, taking the woman’s hand for this dance. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:39:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4054084#msg4054084">Quote from: MadPanda on 26-12-2010, 18:47:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nearly stumbling, she finds herself drawing him closer if only to help with her balance.<br><br>"...as...as you say, yes, practice..."<br><br>He can almost certainly hear her blushing under her mask.&nbsp; (Unfortunately, this close to her he can also tell that the horns at brow and chin are not part of the mask at all.)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It might be weird, but Adjia gets the impression the man has discerned the horns already - and they aren't bothering him at all. Neither does he look impressed by her blushing, if he felt her face getting hotter than the rest of her skin.<br>At least, his moves don't seem to lose their rhythm, not does he look tenser after they got closer for a while, following the steps of the dance. The reason for this, if her impression is correct, is up to her to guess.<br>It might take her some time to realize that he's slowly leading her towards the centre - near the newlyweds, the elders, musicians and Muses.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4054836#msg4054836">Quote from: Petrosity on 27-12-2010, 00:51:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Vaguely shaped phallic objects made of tree bark floated around her mind. Aevala&nbsp; grimaced, thinking of all the terrible splinters and others things that would most likely come from such a device! But, it wasn’t like it was going to be made for the intent of pleasuring someone… Still, the torturous device seemed almost appropriate for the zealot. Killing him after such a noble act would be almost a gift compared to what Adija had in mind. <br><br>Aevala’s let the idea of the malign device slip from her thoughts as she watched the dancing begin, artistic and almost poetic in its motion, and certainly indicative of later nighttime activities. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but she dexterous enough to keep her feet moving in the right direction. She soon found that two very different hands were placed on her elbows. She looked up to the man and then to the woman. Aevala grinned as the two bantered with another, but she could not dispute the woman’s claim as some things really did need a feminine touch. “The lady has a point, kind sir. Some dances are better with a little feminine grace, but not all. Perhaps a different melody will be played, and I will be searching for you as partner!” she said with a wink, taking the woman’s hand for this dance. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The woman sent the smile of a victor to the man, who shakes his head, still smiling.<br>"It's not true even for all dances, but as you wish. Enjoy your dance with Lara!"<br>Then he bows and steps aside, looking for another partner. Such is found soon - not really a hard task on this night - and they whirl nearby.<br>The woman, however, stands true to her words. If dancing style says anything about your personality, she's meticulous, precise in her movements, and assertive while still trying real hard not to cross boundaries Aevala doesn't want her to cross. And she manages to look tender and vulnerable on top of that, leaving her the lead as often as she takes it.<br>Sure, her touches linger on her body for longer than strictly required by the moves, but she's making it look almost innocent. If Aevala as much as shrugs her touches away, she pulls her hands back, and acts more reserved for a while, her moves becoming more "professional".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:57:39</strong>
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				Whatever Adjia makes of this man's acceptance of her nature, it certainly does nothing to alleviate her embarrassment.&nbsp; Thus, she actually misses the gradual shift of position...and the proximity of the happy couple, tribal elders, Muses, and musicians.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 13:56:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4066680#msg4066680">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 30-12-2010, 03:39:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The woman sent the smile of a victor to the man, who shakes his head, still smiling.<br>"It's not true even for all dances, but as you wish. Enjoy your dance with Lara!"<br>Then he bows and steps aside, looking for another partner. Such is found soon - not really a hard task on this night - and they whirl nearby.<br>The woman, however, stands true to her words. If dancing style says anything about your personality, she's meticulous, precise in her movements, and assertive while still trying real hard not to cross boundaries Aevala doesn't want her to cross. And she manages to look tender and vulnerable on top of that, leaving her the lead as often as she takes it.<br>Sure, her touches linger on her body for longer than strictly required by the moves, but she's making it look almost innocent. If Aevala as much as shrugs her touches away, she pulls her hands back, and acts more reserved for a while, her moves becoming more "professional".<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala also smiled at the man, who left in pursuit of another partner and quickly found another to enchant with a lovely dance as she and her partner began to dance. Aevala was glad to be dancing with such a marvelous dancer. She felt a little awkward out of her riding leathers, but she seemed to be fairing fine under the subtle nudges and prompts of her partner. She casually took the lead and gave it away again, following to the music, but soon realized that Lara’s hands linger longer in some locations more than others. Aevala smiled at her lovely raven-haired lady, enjoying the attention and polite advances as they danced. Aevala wanted to return the well placed touches, but was clearly not as skilled as Lara. “You’re an amazing dancer,” Aevala broke the silence, “I fear I’m not nearly as graceful as you.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 04:42:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4051670#msg4051670">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-12-2010, 12:24:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Over near Kalaj, the exchange of words is not so tame. To a hunter's eye, the two look like big cats readying to fight, even in the motions of their heads.<br>"You?", the dark-haired one exclaims.<br>"You again?", the taller redhair looks surprised. "Are you <em>following</em> me?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kalaj looked from one of the Sarista to the next, resisting their urge to drag him to the dance at first. The muse was likely to have her own fun and she had asked him to keep his distance from her. Yume had an excellent eyesight, she could call him and even protect the muse briefly until he reached them. All this moved through his mind as he whistled lowly, changing the nighthawk's orders to keep and eye on the muse as he regarded the two female(?) sarista that were at his sides. He decided to remain silent until either of them came to a decision, he took a more relaxed demeanour without shaking either off to show that he might be more willing to be 'dragged' to the dance than before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 16:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4068131#msg4068131">Quote from: Petrosity on 30-12-2010, 13:56:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala also smiled at the man, who left in pursuit of another partner and quickly found another to enchant with a lovely dance as she and her partner began to dance. Aevala was glad to be dancing with such a marvelous dancer. She felt a little awkward out of her riding leathers, but she seemed to be fairing fine under the subtle nudges and prompts of her partner. She casually took the lead and gave it away again, following to the music, but soon realized that Lara’s hands linger longer in some locations more than others. Aevala smiled at her lovely raven-haired lady, enjoying the attention and polite advances as they danced. Aevala wanted to return the well placed touches, but was clearly not as skilled as Lara. “You’re an amazing dancer,” Aevala broke the silence, “I fear I’m not nearly as graceful as you.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Ah, my dear, worry not. Dancing just requires you to practise! You can learn with time".<br>The woman's hands started to move less furtively, and stay longer while she was talking. Then she pauses to let a thin smile touch her lips.<br>"And you seem graceful to me, just in a different way!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4080778#msg4080778">Quote from: Leorobin on 03-01-2011, 04:42:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj looked from one of the Sarista to the next, resisting their urge to drag him to the dance at first. The muse was likely to have her own fun and she had asked him to keep his distance from her. Yume had an excellent eyesight, she could call him and even protect the muse briefly until he reached them. All this moved through his mind as he whistled lowly, changing the nighthawk's orders to keep and eye on the muse as he regarded the two female(?) sarista that were at his sides. He decided to remain silent until either of them came to a decision, he took a more relaxed demeanour without shaking either off to show that he might be more willing to be 'dragged' to the dance than before.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The hissing, however, is prone to escalate into a catfight. The two women (!) probably aren't relatives, or they just hate each other despite it. Given that "different like the day and the night" fully applies here, it's not unlikely.<br>"Following you? I wouldn't touch you with my favourite lash, big clumsy doll!", the darker one spits in disgust. "Let the man free, he needs a dance with a real woman!"<br>The taller girl in bright clothing almost releases him upon hearing the order, but then her grip tightens and she squints.<br>"Still telling other people what they need, huh, disgrace of our clan? Let him choose himself! It's time we stop making fools out of ourselves..."<br>"A bigger fool than you already are, you mean", the dark-haired one corrects her unceremoniously.<br>The other Sarista couples are circling around the trio, avoiding collision. The dance is in its slow phase now, so that's not so hard. The tempo will pick soon, though, if that's the popular melody everyone knows.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4066736#msg4066736">Quote from: MadPanda on 30-12-2010, 03:57:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Whatever Adjia makes of this man's acceptance of her nature, it certainly does nothing to alleviate her embarrassment.&nbsp; Thus, she actually misses the gradual shift of position...and the proximity of the happy couple, tribal elders, Muses, and musicians.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He doesn't seem to be looking for a conversation either. For now, all he is doing is dancing, and giving her some pointers. Most of them boil down to "relax and let go". He corrects her posture by just applying gentle pressure where needed when the dance gets them closer. Currently, he has plenty of opportunities, due to the slower pace.<br>He also manages to prevent collision between the bride and Adija, by spinning her in the right moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 16:47:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4082356#msg4082356">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 03-01-2011, 16:41:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He doesn't seem to be looking for a conversation either. For now, all he is doing is dancing, and giving her some pointers. Most of them boil down to "relax and let go". He corrects her posture by just applying gentle pressure where needed when the dance gets them closer. Currently, he has plenty of opportunities, due to the slower pace.<br><br>He also manages to prevent collision between the bride and Aevala, by spinning her in the right moment.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Slowly, little by little, she relaxes...and then pays more attention to the situation around her, including the 'gentle' bickering between the two women flanking the Jaka.<br><br>"I'll bet those two are friendly," she murmurs.&nbsp; "Their husband will need rope..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 18:23:44</strong>
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				The man spins her around to see who she is talking about. Then he grins.<br>"Ah yes, Raven and Apple as I call them - if they were married to the same man, he'd need... some bandages, no doubt, not to mention a shield to protect himself. Or maybe rope to hang himself would be easier and less painful. They do hate each other, with genuine passion".<br>He sighs.<br>"I'm afraid I am part of the reason for their constant bickering. See, they are attracted to the same kind of men, and so are often in competition. I was even the object of it once, before I cut my losses and ran in the forest for a few weeks to save my hide. They found someone else to bicker over, so it worked!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 18:55:19</strong>
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				"Is that so?&nbsp; I was thinking...mmmm...other ways of dealing with the problem."&nbsp; Adjia manages not to blush too badly under her mask this time as a brief trip down memory lane steers her words.&nbsp; "I knew of a man who had several wives.&nbsp; If two of them bickered, he was prone to having them stripped and bound together so that the least movement caused...humiliating stimulation.&nbsp; It was said his brides were the most docile around.&nbsp; But that would not be a very Sarista thing to do, I imagine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 22:21:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4082356#msg4082356">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 03-01-2011, 16:41:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The hissing, however, is prone to escalate into a catfight. The two women (!) probably aren't relatives, or they just hate each other despite it. Given that "different like the day and the night" fully applies here, it's not unlikely.<br>"Following you? I wouldn't touch you with my favourite lash, big clumsy doll!", the darker one spits in disgust. "Let the man free, he needs a dance with a real woman!"<br>The taller girl in bright clothing almost releases him upon hearing the order, but then her grip tightens and she squints.<br>"Still telling other people what they need, huh, disgrace of our clan? Let him choose himself! It's time we stop making fools out of ourselves..."<br>"A bigger fool than you already are, you mean", the dark-haired one corrects her unceremoniously.<br>The other Sarista couples are circling around the trio, avoiding collision. The dance is in its slow phase now, so that's not so hard. The tempo will pick soon, though, if that's the popular melody everyone knows.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The quarrel between the females was fairly amusing to Kalaj, but their bickering was becoming bothersome. "Ladies, don't fight on such an joyous celebration! Let's put our differences aside, shall we?" Kalaj spoke eloquently, or at least he tried to, trying to convince a truce between both of them, at least for the time being. "Besides, I'm afraid I'm not quite familiar with this dance. I think that having two beautiful teachers would really help me to get the hang of it." Kalaj tried to give his best smile, careful to not grin and show his teeth to the sarista. The jaka had been observing the sarista dancing close to them and he was, somewhat, confident that he could at least mimic the basics. <br><br>Also he wasn't too fond of the idea of spending the evening, or sleeping, alone so the company of either or both the sarista would be appreciated. He had, over the years, grown used to sleeping and staying alone while observing everyhing that occurred around him, but he didn't really fancied it. Still he knew he couldn't stray too far away of the camp and the muse, even if Yume was on guard. The nighthawk was cunning and trained enough to fend and intruder and give the alarm without getting tricked, but it was best if he was within earshot of her call. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 13:32:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4082356#msg4082356">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 03-01-2011, 16:41:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah, my dear, worry not. Dancing just requires you to practise! You can learn with time".<br>The woman's hands started to move less furtively, and stay longer while she was talking. Then she pauses to let a thin smile touch her lips.<br>"And you seem graceful to me, just in a different way!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala laughed as the lady said that she was graceful, but in a different way, presumably a way that didn’t involve dancing. She smiled and shook her head, “I’m sure I have grace in matters where my feet are not concerned!” she said with a chuckle. “But all things can be learned with a little extra practice,” she agreed as she saw a whiff a fur pass her by, noticing that the Jaka had found a partner, too. She quietly vowed to learn how to dance better if the beast man could do it, so could she. <br><br>She just smiled and returned to her attention to her partner, only to realize that she wasn’t dancing with just anyone, but with the bride herself! She was glad to see her so happy despite some of the evening’s unfortunate events. Aevala couldn’t see a trace of worry on Lara’s beautiful face. “The ceremony was really lovely, I am glad I had the opportunity attend. Tonight is truly a great night for dancing, especially with such a wonderful partner,” Aevala brightly praised, wanting to leave behind any reminders of the evening’s murders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 09:24:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4082721#msg4082721">Quote from: MadPanda on 03-01-2011, 18:55:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is that so?&nbsp; I was thinking...mmmm...other ways of dealing with the problem."&nbsp; Adjia manages not to blush too badly under her mask this time as a brief trip down memory lane steers her words.&nbsp; "I knew of a man who had several wives.&nbsp; If two of them bickered, he was prone to having them stripped and bound together so that the least movement caused...humiliating stimulation.&nbsp; It was said his brides were the most docile around.&nbsp; But that would not be a very Sarista thing to do, I imagine."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man's brows raised. For the first time, she had managed to surprise him.<br>"Is that so? Apart from the question how you learned about it, I see no problem with this. If all involved enjoy it - and it seems they might - why not? Still, a good idea, I admit".<br>He sighs again.<br>"But he who tries to restrain the Raven without her consent, better wear eye protection!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4083428#msg4083428">Quote from: Leorobin on 03-01-2011, 22:21:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The quarrel between the females was fairly amusing to Kalaj, but their bickering was becoming bothersome. "Ladies, don't fight on such an joyous celebration! Let's put our differences aside, shall we?" Kalaj spoke eloquently, or at least he tried to, trying to convince a truce between both of them, at least for the time being. "Besides, I'm afraid I'm not quite familiar with this dance. I think that having two beautiful teachers would really help me to get the hang of it." Kalaj tried to give his best smile, careful to not grin and show his teeth to the sarista. The jaka had been observing the sarista dancing close to them and he was, somewhat, confident that he could at least mimic the basics. <br><br>Also he wasn't too fond of the idea of spending the evening, or sleeping, alone so the company of either or both the sarista would be appreciated. He had, over the years, grown used to sleeping and staying alone while observing everyhing that occurred around him, but he didn't really fancied it. Still he knew he couldn't stray too far away of the camp and the muse, even if Yume was on guard. The nighthawk was cunning and trained enough to fend and intruder and give the alarm without getting tricked, but it was best if he was within earshot of her call. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The two Sarista looked at him as if he had grown wings and horns, in addition to the fur. Then they looked upon each other, and replied in unison.<br><strong>"No way!"</strong><br>Their subsequent reactions, however, were quite different.<br>"You should pick one. If you haven't noticed, we're not great friends", the fair one started to explain.<br>"You should learn to choose faster. A hesitating Jakka, dear Fate!", the raven-haired corrects her. "I leave you to miss Softy here. Enjoy!"<br>She steps back and turns to find another partner. The other one smiles like a victor and pulls the Jakka in position.<br>"Hope you know this dance", she teases him as her feet are already starting to move.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4086083#msg4086083">Quote from: Petrosity on 04-01-2011, 13:32:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala laughed as the lady said that she was graceful, but in a different way, presumably a way that didn’t involve dancing. She smiled and shook her head, “I’m sure I have grace in matters where my feet are not concerned!” she said with a chuckle. “But all things can be learned with a little extra practice,” she agreed as she saw a whiff a fur pass her by, noticing that the Jaka had found a partner, too. She quietly vowed to learn how to dance better if the beast man could do it, so could she. <br><br>She just smiled and returned to her attention to her partner, only to realize that she wasn’t dancing with just anyone, but with the bride herself! She was glad to see her so happy despite some of the evening’s unfortunate events. Aevala couldn’t see a trace of worry on Lara’s beautiful face. “The ceremony was really lovely, I am glad I had the opportunity attend. Tonight is truly a great night for dancing, especially with such a wonderful partner,” Aevala brightly praised, wanting to leave behind any reminders of the evening’s murders. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Grace is not limited to actions with your feet", the other one smiles in return. "And some dances don't even use feet as much... I'd be glad to show you some such later".<br>She's probably hinting either at bellydancing, or Tantara. Her hands are firm enough that she could be a Tantara practitioner, yet not as firm as the hands of a person who practises regularly with weapons. Aevala has quite a few opportunities to feel her hands as they are sliding over her body - still keeping to decent places, for now.<br>After that, she winks.<br>"And I suppose you want me to tell that to my sister? At least, I got to see what I'd look like at her age, if I get to marry again then. I admit the thought sounds tempting, but I have yet to pick another partner!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 16:21:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4090081#msg4090081">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-01-2011, 09:24:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man's brows raised. For the first time, she had managed to surprise him.<br>"Is that so? Apart from the question how you learned about it, I see no problem with this. If all involved enjoy it - and it seems they might - why not? Still, a good idea, I admit".<br>He sighs again.<br>"But he who tries to restrain the Raven without her consent, better wear eye protection!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia permits herself a smile.<br><br>"Let us just say that some people do not always hold their tongues in the presence of children, and thus contribute to their education in many ways.&nbsp; As for this Raven, she must still sleep, yes?&nbsp; It would be a rude awakening, of sorts, but safer for her paramours were she to be taken unawares.&nbsp; Not that I am volunteering to do so."<br><br>She glances back for a moment and notices that the trio is down to a duo.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; It seems matters have resolved without the screaming.&nbsp; Truly a festive occasion, then...but he must be disappointed, it being the hope of many a man to enjoy a surfeit of feminine companionship between the sheets."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 19:46:49</strong>
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				Kalaj smiled amused at the two Sarista as they spoke again, keeping his face as innocent as possible, for a predator like face, that is. He had already noticed they weren't friendly with each other, but he hadn't expected that their enmity was up to that point. The strong character of the raven one was interesting, but perhaps not as appropiate for the moment, yes he was comfortable with his current condition. "Oh well, it is a pity, I guess that the best sarista won afterall." He bowed his head lightly to 'Apple' (amusing nicknames...) and took a step closer as he also ebgan to move in rythm. Somewhat stiff at first but he son got the hang of it.<br><br>Kalaj was not a dancer, but he held his enough good enough, or at least he hoped he was doing ok. He glanced at the other saristan males now and then, when he was unsure how to dance when the music or the beat changed in the tune. "So, may I know your name or should we keep the mystery?" He smiled again and studied the sarista's features, taking advantage of his keen eyes and nose in the meantime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 12:07:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4090828#msg4090828">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-01-2011, 16:21:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia permits herself a smile.<br><br>"Let us just say that some people do not always hold their tongues in the presence of children, and thus contribute to their education in many ways.&nbsp; As for this Raven, she must still sleep, yes?&nbsp; It would be a rude awakening, of sorts, but safer for her paramours were she to be taken unawares.&nbsp; Not that I am volunteering to do so."<br><br>She glances back for a moment and notices that the trio is down to a duo.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; It seems matters have resolved without the screaming.&nbsp; Truly a festive occasion, then...but he must be disappointed, it being the hope of many a man to enjoy a surfeit of feminine companionship between the sheets."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He chuckles.<br>"I will sure take care what I say in front of children from this day on! And don't try to take Raven - her name is Sara, by the way - unaware. She's a tough one, that's all I'm going to say! As for your friend, he might get more company, as I see it - just not these two at once!"<br>He frowns them.<br>"And is this supposed to mean women would prefer a surfeit of masculine companionship in their beds? Curiously, I never thought of it".<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4091448#msg4091448">Quote from: Leorobin on 05-01-2011, 19:46:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj smiled amused at the two Sarista as they spoke again, keeping his face as innocent as possible, for a predator like face, that is. He had already noticed they weren't friendly with each other, but he hadn't expected that their enmity was up to that point. The strong character of the raven one was interesting, but perhaps not as appropiate for the moment, yes he was comfortable with his current condition. "Oh well, it is a pity, I guess that the best sarista won afterall." He bowed his head lightly to 'Apple' (amusing nicknames...) and took a step closer as he also ebgan to move in rythm. Somewhat stiff at first but he son got the hang of it.<br><br>Kalaj was not a dancer, but he held his enough good enough, or at least he hoped he was doing ok. He glanced at the other saristan males now and then, when he was unsure how to dance when the music or the beat changed in the tune. "So, may I know your name or should we keep the mystery?" He smiled again and studied the sarista's features, taking advantage of his keen eyes and nose in the meantime.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl giggles, now that the other one is away.<br>"Mysteries are nice, but it would be impolite to keep it to myself, right? I'm Narina, but everybody just calls me Apple. I don't mind it, apples are sweet! And what is a big Jaka like you called?"<br>Her eyes look almost innocent as she asks this. Kalaj's instincts, however, tell him she's in a playful mood. Her eyes are actually too innocent.<br>Her natural scent is covered with some other scent, though so his nose is not of much use. It smells of fruits and spring flowers - although, contradicting her nickname, he can't discern any apples in the mix.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 18:37:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4094700#msg4094700">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-01-2011, 12:07:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He chuckles.<br>"I will sure take care what I say in front of children from this day on! And don't try to take Raven - her name is Sara, by the way - unaware. She's a tough one, that's all I'm going to say! As for your friend, he might get more company, as I see it - just not these two at once!"<br>He frowns them.<br>"And is this supposed to mean women would prefer a surfeit of masculine companionship in their beds? Curiously, I never thought of it".<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia pauses, then shakes her head.<br><br>"I cannot truly say.&nbsp; I for one have never entertained the thought, but...well, turnabout would be fair play, would it not?&nbsp; I shall have to contemplate this matter at length.&nbsp; But where would one find a sufficient number of strapping young studs who would not be overly jealous of each other?&nbsp; No matter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 08:33:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4095621#msg4095621">Quote from: MadPanda on 06-01-2011, 18:37:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia pauses, then shakes her head.<br><br>"I cannot truly say.&nbsp; I for one have never entertained the thought, but...well, turnabout would be fair play, would it not?&nbsp; I shall have to contemplate this matter at length.&nbsp; But where would one find a sufficient number of strapping young studs who would not be overly jealous of each other?&nbsp; No matter."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man shrugs, as if her question has an obvious answer.<br>"You could marry a couple Sarista boys. Or you could just, you know, hire them - even buy them, but in another land. That would be illegal around here, but hiring seems to be fine. And of course, the Thaecians are known for liking novelty, so you could travel there. As you see, not exactly easy - but certainly not impossible. The question is, how far are you willing to go in the pursuit of sensual pleasures?"<br>He looks her through his half-closed eyes. The answer to that might be important to him - or it might be he's trying to stifle an yawn. It's hard to tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 09:03:16</strong>
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				"Another question which I must regretfully answer has not received much reflection on my part.&nbsp; I have often been otherwise occupied," she admits, sounding just a little wistful.&nbsp; "Normally my opinion in less pleasant areas is solicited, rarely anything involving entertainment, and never to the best of my recollection...nothing carnal, certainly.&nbsp; Even my mentor, who has been married as long as the moons have been in the sky and speaks of the institution as a great blessing to others and a curse to oneself, has never so much as hinted at the subject.&nbsp; Then again, he is Arimite.&nbsp; They do not seem to enjoy conjugal bliss."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 12:09:38</strong>
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				The man grabs her hands and leans back, lifting his laughing face to the sky. His grace almost makes it look as if the step is a part of the dance.<br>"An Arimite, in the same sentence in the same sentence as conjugal bliss?", he remarks sarcastically upon retrieving his balance - and releasing her hands. "Now, this is weird! Yes indeed, I can see him being unhappy".<br>He spins in the rhythm of music.<br>"And how did you acquire such an interesting mentor?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 16:13:10</strong>
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				"It is a very long tale, mostly dull and tedious between the unpleasant parts. The unpleasant parts are mostly violent.&nbsp; But if you must know, I wished to avoid a marriage and fled my father's house.&nbsp; After that, it was the whims of Fortuna that brought me to my mentor...and he has done well enough by me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 01:53:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4090081#msg4090081">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-01-2011, 09:24:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Grace is not limited to actions with your feet", the other one smiles in return. "And some dances don't even use feet as much... I'd be glad to show you some such later".<br>She's probably hinting either at bellydancing, or Tantara. Her hands are firm enough that she could be a Tantara practitioner, yet not as firm as the hands of a person who practises regularly with weapons. Aevala has quite a few opportunities to feel her hands as they are sliding over her body - still keeping to decent places, for now.<br>After that, she winks.<br>"And I suppose you want me to tell that to my sister? At least, I got to see what I'd look like at her age, if I get to marry again then. I admit the thought sounds tempting, but I have yet to pick another partner!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala gave a soft laugh, appreciating the answer she was expecting to hear. “Perhaps another time,” she replied as the two spun almost elegantly among the others. Aevala enjoyed the steady hold of her partner and the lingering hands on her, but she kept her own hands modest, not wanting to overstep her boundaries with the bride. However, Aevala’s light blue cheeks took a faint pink tint as she realized her error for mistaking the sister of the bride for the bride. “I’m sure that there are many who would be happy to be married to someone so talented,” Aevala quickly added to cover her small faux pas with a nervous smile.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 16:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4094700#msg4094700">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-01-2011, 12:07:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The girl giggles, now that the other one is away.<br>"Mysteries are nice, but it would be impolite to keep it to myself, right? I'm Narina, but everybody just calls me Apple. I don't mind it, apples are sweet! And what is a big Jaka like you called?"<br>Her eyes look almost innocent as she asks this. Kalaj's instincts, however, tell him she's in a playful mood. Her eyes are actually too innocent.<br>Her natural scent is covered with some other scent, though so his nose is not of much use. It smells of fruits and spring flowers - although, contradicting her nickname, he can't discern any apples in the mix.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kalaj chuckles and nods. "Mysteries are nice indeed, but since you given me your name, I'll tell you mine. I'm Kalaj, a pleasure to meet you, Apple." The jaka keeps a smile on his face, hiding his teeth at the moment as he dances with Narina, her eyes tell him that she might not be as innocent as she wants to look. The scent of fruits and flowers fill his nose with a kind reminiscence of his travels, although certainly in grim affairs. Still, no sing of the later show in Kalaj's face as he shows a couple of teeth briefly. "Apples happen to be one of my favourite fruits...I usually don't mind taking a bite or two, when I have the chance." If Kalaj is speaking truthfully or not about his tastes, remains to be seen, but he is enjoying himself both with the dance and his companion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 11:30:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4126168#msg4126168">Quote from: Leorobin on 13-01-2011, 16:13:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj chuckles and nods. "Mysteries are nice indeed, but since you given me your name, I'll tell you mine. I'm Kalaj, a pleasure to meet you, Apple." The jaka keeps a smile on his face, hiding his teeth at the moment as he dances with Narina, her eyes tell him that she might not be as innocent as she wants to look. The scent of fruits and flowers fill his nose with a kind reminiscence of his travels, although certainly in grim affairs. Still, no sing of the later show in Kalaj's face as he shows a couple of teeth briefly. "Apples happen to be one of my favourite fruits...I usually don't mind taking a bite or two, when I have the chance." If Kalaj is speaking truthfully or not about his tastes, remains to be seen, but he is enjoying himself both with the dance and his companion.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl giggles and looks at him too innocently to be true.<br>"Oh, so you like Apple? Well," she looks at him from head to toes, "your teeth certainly look big enough to eat an apple in one bite! Maybe you should show that later?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4112795#msg4112795">Quote from: MadPanda on 10-01-2011, 16:13:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It is a very long tale, mostly dull and tedious between the unpleasant parts. The unpleasant parts are mostly violent.&nbsp; But if you must know, I wished to avoid a marriage and fled my father's house.&nbsp; After that, it was the whims of Fortuna that brought me to my mentor...and he has done well enough by me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man smiles, while remaining maddeningly calm.<br>"I take it you were an, ahem, docile student then? Certainly wouldn't like to be subjected to such punishments, I believe!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4124029#msg4124029">Quote from: Petrosity on 13-01-2011, 01:53:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala gave a soft laugh, appreciating the answer she was expecting to hear. “Perhaps another time,” she replied as the two spun almost elegantly among the others. Aevala enjoyed the steady hold of her partner and the lingering hands on her, but she kept her own hands modest, not wanting to overstep her boundaries with the bride. However, Aevala’s light blue cheeks took a faint pink tint as she realized her error for mistaking the sister of the bride for the bride. “I’m sure that there are many who would be happy to be married to someone so talented,” Aevala quickly added to cover her small faux pas with a nervous smile.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The woman's voice is as clear as the crystal bells a Cymrillian trader might offer you. When they haven't been hurt by the transport, that is.<br>"You're right", she agrees, "And some of them are. But some women have a large heart - large enough that there is always room for more. And then, there are those who can only hope to be accepted in a woman's heart, but never to marry... Ah well. Who are the lucky guys that married someone with your talents? Don't see them around..."<br>She looks astonished for a moment.<br>"Unless you have married that Certamente, there, haven't you? But no. Whatever else he is, he's a foreigner! This never ends well...so, where are your husbands?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 17:10:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man smiles, while remaining maddeningly calm.<br>"I take it you were an, ahem, docile student then? Certainly wouldn't like to be subjected to such punishments, I believe!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I was an apt pupil," she shrugs.&nbsp; "I was already familiar with some of the basic concepts, for...cultural reasons, shall we say?&nbsp; And I had no other distractions.&nbsp; My master was pleased enough to praise me, which might have caused some trouble with the others had I not been so obviously focused on our tasks.&nbsp; Still, I am not the best among my class.&nbsp; Just the most broadly competent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 13:57:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4151617#msg4151617">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 19-01-2011, 11:30:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The woman's voice is as clear as the crystal bells a Cymrillian trader might offer you. When they haven't been hurt by the transport, that is.<br>"You're right", she agrees, "And some of them are. But some women have a large heart - large enough that there is always room for more. And then, there are those who can only hope to be accepted in a woman's heart, but never to marry... Ah well. Who are the lucky guys that married someone with your talents? Don't see them around..."<br>She looks astonished for a moment.<br>"Unless you have married that Certamente, there, haven't you? But no. Whatever else he is, he's a foreigner! This never ends well...so, where are your husbands?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala’s face grew a little pale for a moment at the very familiar question. She wasn’t old by the world’s standards, but Sarista tend to marry young and often, and she wasn’t married. Her azure skin regained its color swiftly as she recovered with a laugh that she would be married to sword-slinging cymrillian, “No, no. He is not mine. He is not one to be chained down,” Aevala stated with a smile, looking over at him fondly before turning to look at her. “And I fear I’m one of those that will only hope to find a heart that is adventurous as mine. Alas, I do not stay and look very long for love and romance either,” she chuckled with a shrug. “Error on both parts, I guess, but everything in its season.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 15:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4160720#msg4160720">Quote from: Petrosity on 21-01-2011, 13:57:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala’s face grew a little pale for a moment at the very familiar question. She wasn’t old by the world’s standards, but Sarista tend to marry young and often, and she wasn’t married. Her azure skin regained its color swiftly as she recovered with a laugh that she would be married to sword-slinging cymrillian, “No, no. He is not mine. He is not one to be chained down,” Aevala stated with a smile, looking over at him fondly before turning to look at her. “And I fear I’m one of those that will only hope to find a heart that is adventurous as mine. Alas, I do not stay and look very long for love and romance either,” she chuckled with a shrug. “Error on both parts, I guess, but everything in its season.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Awww, dear!", the girl seems struck by lightning, before looking at her with a compassion and hugging her closer for a brief moment. Again, it almost looks as part of the dance - except no other couple hugged at this turning step. "I see how you might be unmarried if you move a lot, but I think it's a fundamentally wrong approach that you've got! Why, I would have married a man in every town I visit more often, if I was you. Or are you simply attracted to the other gender? No shame in this, either, whatever the old men say!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4152221#msg4152221">Quote from: MadPanda on 19-01-2011, 17:10:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I was an apt pupil," she shrugs.&nbsp; "I was already familiar with some of the basic concepts, for...cultural reasons, shall we say?&nbsp; And I had no other distractions.&nbsp; My master was pleased enough to praise me, which might have caused some trouble with the others had I not been so obviously focused on our tasks.&nbsp; Still, I am not the best among my class.&nbsp; Just the most broadly competent."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Broad competences in whatever an Arimite teaches?", his brows arched. "And what, exactly, was he teaching you? I've never heard of Arimite art, I admit, except in the broadest sense of "art", and even then - mostly for preparing chakos. Was that his trade?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4169201#msg4169201">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 23-01-2011, 15:40:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Broad competences in whatever an Arimite teaches?", his brows arched. "And what, exactly, was he teaching you? I've never heard of Arimite art, I admit, except in the broadest sense of "art", and even then - mostly for preparing chakos. Was that his trade?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"She."&nbsp; Adjia frowns behind her mask.&nbsp; "There are many performing arts...some of them unpleasant.&nbsp; Let us discuss something else, something less inauspicious for the occasion.&nbsp; There has been blood enough."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 04:42:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4151617#msg4151617">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 19-01-2011, 11:30:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The girl giggles and looks at him too innocently to be true.<br>"Oh, so you like Apple? Well," she looks at him from head to toes, "your teeth certainly look big enough to eat an apple in one bite! Maybe you should show that later?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Hmm... Maybe I should, I think I'd enjoy having a snack after the celebrations are over." Kalaj chuckles and gives a brief glance at those dancing around him to make sure he is still in rhythm and dancing well enough, also trying to not step on or bump against someone or something. It had been a while since he danced or did anything similar, as a matter of fact...At least besides his regular training. Still, he thinks he is getting the hang of it and he is relaxing enough to enjoy himself. His ears and senses are alert as always though, checking for any sign of a threat or an alert from Yumeh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4169945#msg4169945">Quote from: MadPanda on 23-01-2011, 19:18:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She."&nbsp; Adjia frowns behind her mask.&nbsp; "There are many performing arts...some of them unpleasant.&nbsp; Let us discuss something else, something less inauspicious for the occasion.&nbsp; There has been blood enough."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"She treated her wives like this?", the man's brows arched even higher. "Ah well, didn't mean to inquire. But you know, curiosity is going to get me..."<br>He closes in on her, whispering in her ear.<br>"...in the wrong bed, some night - which might well get me killed!"<br>He lingers a bit, and she can feel his hot breath, but then the man steps back.<br>"So, let's change this topic. I think it's time to talk about you. Got any plans for tonight, or the day that would follow it, Fate willing?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4172316#msg4172316">Quote from: Leorobin on 24-01-2011, 04:42:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hmm... Maybe I should, I think I'd enjoy having a snack after the celebrations are over." Kalaj chuckles and gives a brief glance at those dancing around him to make sure he is still in rhythm and dancing well enough, also trying to not step on or bump against someone or something. It had been a while since he danced or did anything similar, as a matter of fact...At least besides his regular training. Still, he thinks he is getting the hang of it and he is relaxing enough to enjoy himself. His ears and senses are alert as always though, checking for any sign of a threat or an alert from Yumeh.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The manhunter seems to manage well enough. Most people around aren't giving it lots of thought, anyway. Dancing is second nature to many Sarista, and they aren't paying attention to the steps - most are using it as their social time.<br>The gal he's dancing with gigles again, but this time the sound seems to be deeper. She also uses a turn to brush her clothes against his fur.<br>"Such patience! I can see why you are a great manhunter, indeed. But have you considered that apples aren't criminals? Once they are ready to be plucked from the tree, patience can only make them rot!"<br>Her eyes shine brightly, while she turns a full circle, one arm-length away.<br>"What does a big wolf like you know about gardens?", she adds, while another smell starts to emanate from her. Usually, it would be covered by her perfume, but not to Kalaj's nose. He supposes it's her sweat, but at least it's not smelling foul.<br>The Muse that hired him passes nearby, caught in a shameless dance with a tall, handsome man. She winks at him, while Yumeh is sitting proudly on her left shoulder, and her imp is sitting on the right shoulder, watching her intently.<br><br><br>This dance is nearing its end, you can all say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:22:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4176702#msg4176702">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-01-2011, 03:18:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She treated her wives like this?", the man's brows arched even higher. "Ah well, didn't mean to inquire. But you know, curiosity is going to get me..."<br>He closes in on her, whispering in her ear.<br>"...in the wrong bed, some night - which might well get me killed!"<br>He lingers a bit, and she can feel his hot breath, but then the man steps back.<br>"So, let's change this topic. I think it's time to talk about you. Got any plans for tonight, or the day that would follow it, Fate willing?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia titters awkwardly.<br><br>"She was...mmmm, not married.&nbsp; Honorably widowed, or so everyone said.&nbsp; I suspect her late husband displeased her somehow, or she displeased him, and he then ran afoul of certain protocols..."<br><br>She coughs politely.<br><br>"I have no plans for the evening beyond finding somewhere to sleep, and perhaps experimenting with imbibables that are not chakros, and perhaps a Muse or two...not that they're likely to have the time to recite poetry for me or anything, since this is a wedding and all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:43:53</strong>
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				"Muses are unpredictable like that", the man shrugs. "Have you asked them? Or maybe you should ask them after the buzz tones down a bit - that one looks too busy right now!"<br>He nods towards a Muse that was just passing behind Adjia's back, dancing with a raven-haired Sarista girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:46:44</strong>
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				"I've been too distracted to ask," Adjia mutters.&nbsp; "Besides, they're...perfect..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4176702#msg4176702">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-01-2011, 03:18:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The manhunter seems to manage well enough. Most people around aren't giving it lots of thought, anyway. Dancing is second nature to many Sarista, and they aren't paying attention to the steps - most are using it as their social time.<br>The gal he's dancing with giggles again, but this time the sound seems to be deeper. She also uses a turn to brush her clothes against his fur.<br>"Such patience! I can see why you are a great manhunter, indeed. But have you considered that apples aren't criminals? Once they are ready to be plucked from the tree, patience can only make them rot!"<br>Her eyes shine brightly, while she turns a full circle, one arm-length away.<br>"What does a big wolf like you know about gardens?", she adds, while another smell starts to emanate from her. Usually, it would be covered by her perfume, but not to Kalaj's nose. He supposes it's her sweat, but at least it's not smelling foul.<br>The Muse that hired him passes nearby, caught in a shameless dance with a tall, handsome man. She winks at him, while Yumeh is sitting proudly on her left shoulder, and her imp is sitting on the right shoulder, watching her intently.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kalaj laughs, albeit not too loud and smiles, still concealing most of his teeth. "That would be a shame, wouldn't it?" Kalaj keeps his eyes on Apple as she dances, her insinuations, or at least what he gets as insinuations, don't go unregistered to him. The scent that comes from her doesn't either, although he can't quite make much of it, his contact with Sarista in such situations is... limited, to say the least.<br><br>"About gardens? Not much, but I know when a fruit has ripened and is ready to be picked." He uses the time she uses to turn to move closer, keeping the rhythm of the music in his movement. He slides an arm behind her back and around her waist just as she finishes turning and pulls her to him, before pulling her into a turn of his own. Kalaj noticed the sarista weren't dancing to a set group of steps, so he decided to risk a misstep and give it a try. <br><br>"I do know that large gardens give enough cover in nights like this for privacy." He notices the scent of the muse nearby and looks up briefly to watch her wink with both Yumeh and the fairy he smiles at the bird's antiques and returns his attention to Narina and their dancing. He hasn't broke a sweat yet, despite the lively dance, hours of hunting and running in the forest with his father gave him enough physical condition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 14:25:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4169201#msg4169201">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 23-01-2011, 15:40:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Awww, dear!", the girl seems struck by lightning, before looking at her with a compassion and hugging her closer for a brief moment. Again, it almost looks as part of the dance - except no other couple hugged at this turning step. "I see how you might be unmarried if you move a lot, but I think it's a fundamentally wrong approach that you've got! Why, I would have married a man in every town I visit more often, if I was you. Or are you simply attracted to the other gender? No shame in this, either, whatever the old men say!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevela just blinked in bafflement as the girl embraces her spontaneously in the middle of the dance. She would’ve nearly lost her footing if it wasn’t for her partner expertly moving through the awkward motion with a fluid grace that seemed almost ethereal. Aevela imagined that Lara could impress a Thiasian with her artful prowess. However, the conversation was something Aevela had spoken with many others about, though not quite like this. Lara’s chipper and upbeat suggestions were appreciated much more than some of her more narrow-minded family members. Luckily, her parents share her wandering heart, and she had managed to stay away from marriage, for now. <br><br>She smiled and shook her head. “Some of the latter, but not entirely. However, I must admit, your concept is a novel one! Must better than picking a place to stay for the rest of my days. However, I fear, I would have more husbands than I could count on both of my hands if that were the case,” she said with a devious glint twinkling her deep blue eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 05:57:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4176880#msg4176880">Quote from: MadPanda on 25-01-2011, 03:46:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I've been too distracted to ask," Adjia mutters.&nbsp; "Besides, they're...perfect..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"So what?", he raises his brow questioningly. "If everyone acted like this, these perfect creatures, as you name them, would be the most bored around here! Don't you feel like using this chance?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4177176#msg4177176">Quote from: Leorobin on 25-01-2011, 04:34:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj laughs, albeit not too loud and smiles, still concealing most of his teeth. "That would be a shame, wouldn't it?" Kalaj keeps his eyes on Apple as she dances, her insinuations, or at least what he gets as insinuations, don't go unregistered to him. The scent that comes from her doesn't either, although he can't quite make much of it, his contact with Sarista in such situations is... limited, to say the least.<br><br>"About gardens? Not much, but I know when a fruit has ripened and is ready to be picked." He uses the time she uses to turn to move closer, keeping the rhythm of the music in his movement. He slides an arm behind her back and around her waist just as she finishes turning and pulls her to him, before pulling her into a turn of his own. Kalaj noticed the sarista weren't dancing to a set group of steps, so he decided to risk a misstep and give it a try. <br><br>"I do know that large gardens give enough cover in nights like this for privacy." He notices the scent of the muse nearby and looks up briefly to watch her wink with both Yumeh and the fairy he smiles at the bird's antiques and returns his attention to Narina and their dancing. He hasn't broke a sweat yet, despite the lively dance, hours of hunting and running in the forest with his father gave him enough physical condition.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl leaned back, obviously enjoying his hand. At least, she wasn't trying to free herself, more to feel his strength, or something.<br>"Ah, so you're no gardener, but a fast learner? Yes, the best apple is the one you pluck in privacy indeed! Anything you plan on doing about this, you big wolf?"<br>She looks down, almost shyly. Actually, it seems like she's trying to see his tail.<br>And the scent of - sweet, wasn't it - gets stronger.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4178521#msg4178521">Quote from: Petrosity on 25-01-2011, 14:25:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevela just blinked in bafflement as the girl embraces her spontaneously in the middle of the dance. She would’ve nearly lost her footing if it wasn’t for her partner expertly moving through the awkward motion with a fluid grace that seemed almost ethereal. Aevela imagined that Lara could impress a Thiasian with her artful prowess. However, the conversation was something Aevela had spoken with many others about, though not quite like this. Lara’s chipper and upbeat suggestions were appreciated much more than some of her more narrow-minded family members. Luckily, her parents share her wandering heart, and she had managed to stay away from marriage, for now. <br><br>She smiled and shook her head. “Some of the latter, but not entirely. However, I must admit, your concept is a novel one! Must better than picking a place to stay for the rest of my days. However, I fear, I would have more husbands than I could count on both of my hands if that were the case,” she said with a devious glint twinkling her deep blue eyes.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"A novel concept? Come on, dear - many people do that. It's just not talked about so much. What, even some non-Sarista do it, especially sailors. There are "sailor's wives", why not "a guide's husbands"? And so what, if there are a dozen of them? If you stick to Sarista, they wouldn't feel lonely anyway, since they also have other wives!"<br>She stops talking and shakes her head.<br>"Or do whatever's natural for you, dear. I'm afraid I start lecturing people sometimes. Just tell me, what would seem natural for you tonight?"<br>Her hand slipped, sneaking her way around her waist. She seems to be mirroring Kalaj's approach, although Aevala is unlikely to see that couple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:01:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4186430#msg4186430">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 27-01-2011, 05:57:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So what?", he raises his brow questioningly. "If everyone acted like this, these perfect creatures, as you name them, would be the most bored around here! Don't you feel like using this chance?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes, but...I..."<br><br>Adjia's voice sank to a whisper, barely audible over the music.<br><br>"There are some lessons I have not been given, you understand?&nbsp; This would be one of them.&nbsp; Arimites...do not...courtship is not their forte."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:18:07</strong>
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				The man sighs.<br>"Courting women is not my forte, either, but I can give you a couple pointers. First, go talk to her! Next, just have a conversation, and invite her to a dance. Be yourself, muses are very good at telling when you lie, so no point in trying. And last, let the things go with the flow - I guess Arimites are not quite good about it, too..."<br>He twirls one last time, and steps back from her, while the last sounds of the first song are dying.<br>"And remember, you lose nothing by trying - it's unlikely they'd be here a week from now! No go, or skulk and be sorry for missing that chance!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:23:20</strong>
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				"You don't...with women?&nbsp; But I thought..."<br><br>Adjia almost stops mid-dance in surprise, but recovers nicely.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; I...uhm, thank you for the advice.&nbsp; And the dance lesson.&nbsp; I...uhm.&nbsp; Most kind of you."<br><br>Giving him as polite a bow as she can manage, she turns and, with a hint of awkwardness due to distraction, walks over to where the two Muses are contenting themselves with their own devices and stands for a moment, desperately trying to think of something to say...or perhaps deciding which of the two she ought to approach first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 12:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4186430#msg4186430">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 27-01-2011, 05:57:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"A novel concept? Come on, dear - many people do that. It's just not talked about so much. What, even some non-Sarista do it, especially sailors. There are "sailor's wives", why not "a guide's husbands"? And so what, if there are a dozen of them? If you stick to Sarista, they wouldn't feel lonely anyway, since they also have other wives!"<br>She stops talking and shakes her head.<br>"Or do whatever's natural for you, dear. I'm afraid I start lecturing people sometimes. Just tell me, what would seem natural for you tonight?"<br>Her hand slipped, sneaking her way around her waist. She seems to be mirroring Kalaj's approach, although Aevala is unlikely to see that couple.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala laughed. “You’re right. That is certainly a route I haven’t considered, but I know of these sailors and their many, many mistresses. Though, most of those women tend to not be as nearly happy as the husband,” she smirked, “Something about not having quite enough muscle to go around.” She shook her head, knowing that few cultures practiced polygamy in the same way of her kin. So many husbands, wives, and children in a family; it’s quite difficult to find where one Sarista family stops and another begins, but loneliness is something most Sarista never have to experience. <br><br>Aevala watched the other dancers for a moment, watching the tents spin as the air between them fell momentarily silent, although not completely as the music still flowed and laughter could be heard from every corner of the square. It was such a happy event, but she was starting to feel that she had overstayed her visit. She had a prisoner to attend as his real punishment would occur before dawn, or so were the last words she had heard from Adjia.&nbsp; <br><br>She thought about breaking the dance as the conversation had slowed, but Lara reclaimed the conversation if only for a moment before Aevala was caught in her hold. Aevala took a not-so-graceful step forward as the slender woman slipped her arm around her waist and, naturally, Aevala brought her hand to rest on the enchanting woman’s shoulder. Aevala moved a little closer to Lara, her breasts grazing her partner’s as she attempted to become more comfortable with the shift in posture.&nbsp; After a moment, Aevala felt more confident and secure with her steps thanks to added support. A bright smile grew across Aevala’s cobalt lips as she leaned towards Lara, whispering into her ear as Aevala’s cheek brushed hers, “This. This feels natural, wouldn’t you agree?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 15:17:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4186430#msg4186430">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 27-01-2011, 05:57:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The girl leaned back, obviously enjoying his hand. At least, she wasn't trying to free herself, more to feel his strength, or something.<br>"Ah, so you're no gardener, but a fast learner? Yes, the best apple is the one you pluck in privacy indeed! Anything you plan on doing about this, you big wolf?"<br>She looks down, almost shyly. Actually, it seems like she's trying to see his tail.<br>And the scent of - sweet, wasn't it - gets stronger.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I just have a quick eye..." Kalaj says as he hears the song's final beats where being played. He smiled as he felt Apple reacting to the hand on her back and, as she pushed back, he pulled her towards him in a last turn. He felt her lighter frame against him and the scent from before getting stronger. The current situation gave him a hint of what could it be, but he wouldn't be as naive as to rush what was going smoothly.<br><br>Kalaj eased his hold on Apple's body and pulled away slightly, without loosing the proximity. "I will say you are the best Apple I've met...So should we enjoy another dance or perhaps..." He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, allowing his warmth breath to tickle her neck. "a more private entertainment would fit best for the occasion." If Narina had a sense of smell as keen as his, she would be able to catch a slight musky scent from Kalaj, one that he had started to become aware of. <br><br>He moved his head back again and glanced into her eyes with a suggestive look. "Either way, this big wolf has found a charming prey. And certainly enticing as well..." He kept his tone soft and mellow adding some huskiness to the last phrase.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 18:14:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4186535#msg4186535">Quote from: MadPanda on 27-01-2011, 06:23:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You don't...with women?&nbsp; But I thought..."<br><br>Adjia almost stops mid-dance in surprise, but recovers nicely.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; I...uhm, thank you for the advice.&nbsp; And the dance lesson.&nbsp; I...uhm.&nbsp; Most kind of you."<br><br>Giving him as polite a bow as she can manage, she turns and, with a hint of awkwardness due to distraction, walks over to where the two Muses are contenting themselves with their own devices and stands for a moment, desperately trying to think of something to say...or perhaps deciding which of the two she ought to approach first.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man shrugs.<br>"You're welcome for another lesson, dear!", he laughs while she is disappearing.<br>The Muses might have changed partners, or at least it seems so. Now, one of them is discussing something with her imp, while a small bird of prey is watching the imp - and everybody around - with suspicion. The imp is talking in High Talislan to the muse, seemingly objecting to something.<br>The other one seems to be amused by the sight, watching them with her hands folded under her breast. The thin silk covering them is stretched additionally by her hands, making the sight even more intriguing. This is probably one of the reasons that makes the Sarista she was dancing with seem uneasy. His restlessness allows him to be the first to notice Adjia watching them with intent. As the music starts playing a faster, joyful tune, he touches the muse's sleeve and nods towards the girl.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4191359#msg4191359">Quote from: Petrosity on 28-01-2011, 12:14:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala laughed. “You’re right. That is certainly a route I haven’t considered, but I know of these sailors and their many, many mistresses. Though, most of those women tend to not be as nearly happy as the husband,” she smirked, “Something about not having quite enough muscle to go around.” She shook her head, knowing that few cultures practiced polygamy in the same way of her kin. So many husbands, wives, and children in a family; it’s quite difficult to find where one Sarista family stops and another begins, but loneliness is something most Sarista never have to experience. <br><br>Aevala watched the other dancers for a moment, watching the tents spin as the air between them fell momentarily silent, although not completely as the music still flowed and laughter could be heard from every corner of the square. It was such a happy event, but she was starting to feel that she had overstayed her visit. She had a prisoner to attend as his real punishment would occur before dawn, or so were the last words she had heard from Adjia.&nbsp; <br><br>She thought about breaking the dance as the conversation had slowed, but Lara reclaimed the conversation if only for a moment before Aevala was caught in her hold. Aevala took a not-so-graceful step forward as the slender woman slipped her arm around her waist and, naturally, Aevala brought her hand to rest on the enchanting woman’s shoulder. Aevala moved a little closer to Lara, her breasts grazing her partner’s as she attempted to become more comfortable with the shift in posture.&nbsp; After a moment, Aevala felt more confident and secure with her steps thanks to added support. A bright smile grew across Aevala’s cobalt lips as she leaned towards Lara, whispering into her ear as Aevala’s cheek brushed hers, “This. This feels natural, wouldn’t you agree?”&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Lara's breathing seems more ragged now. Curious, one could swear she wasn't straining herself a moment ago. Her movements were fluid enough that she seemed to be relaxing.<br>"Oh, I agree completely, my dear", she whispers. "It feels more than natural, I'd say - it actually feels delicious!"<br>She makes no motion to release Aevala despite the music having died down. The musicians are taking a short break to allow couples to rearrange or simply to get a few moments of rest. People around them are buzzing, invitations are being exchanged, and someone mentions the word "tantara" in passing.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4191724#msg4191724">Quote from: Leorobin on 28-01-2011, 15:17:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I just have a quick eye..." Kalaj says as he hears the song's final beats where being played. He smiled as he felt Apple reacting to the hand on her back and, as she pushed back, he pulled her towards him in a last turn. He felt her lighter frame against him and the scent from before getting stronger. The current situation gave him a hint of what could it be, but he wouldn't be as naive as to rush what was going smoothly.<br><br>Kalaj eased his hold on Apple's body and pulled away slightly, without loosing the proximity. "I will say you are the best Apple I've met...So should we enjoy another dance or perhaps..." He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, allowing his warmth breath to tickle her neck. "a more private entertainment would fit best for the occasion." If Narina had a sense of smell as keen as his, she would be able to catch a slight musky scent from Kalaj, one that he had started to become aware of. <br><br>He moved his head back again and glanced into her eyes with a suggestive look. "Either way, this big wolf has found a charming prey. And certainly enticing as well..." He kept his tone soft and mellow adding some huskiness to the last phrase.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl gigled again, without trying to free herself despite the dance having ended.<br>"A big ans smart wolf that you are! Well, let me think. This ain't any easy choice!"<br>And she thinks. And keeps thinking, until the musicians start a fast, playful tune. She seems to wake up from her trance then.<br>"I can't miss this one! Dance with me, big wolf, will you?"<br>She is already flying over the ground, or so it seems. It's a fast dance, in contrast to the last one that was calmer. It seems the Thaecian was ordering the music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:54:57</strong>
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				"It will be a pleasure, my charming prey..." Kalaj chuckles as he watches her dancing, he isn't too used to dancing so he needs a few moments to get himself worked to the rhythm. Being a hunter, he is used to both slow and agile movement, but while hunting a prey. Either way, he begins dancing while glancing at those around him, catching up to the beat as he movescloser to Apple again, dancing with her as best as he can. <br><br><em>"Courting is like dancing" Kalaj remembered his father saying once, while explaining him the antics of the jaka. "Dancing is not amongst my usual skills...Or courting..." He had admitted somewhat abashed. His father had chuckled and shaken his head. "Never mind, son, you'll learn at least one of them before the next moon..."</em> Well he had learned the latter faster than the first, not that he was skilled, just enough to say that he managed and to satisfy his father. And now here he was, trying to at least do a decent job at dancing.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:14:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4203542#msg4203542">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 31-01-2011, 18:14:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man shrugs.<br>"You're welcome for another lesson, dear!", he laughs while she is disappearing.<br><br>The Muses might have changed partners, or at least it seems so. Now, one of them is discussing something with her imp, while a small bird of prey is watching the imp - and everybody around - with suspicion. The imp is talking in High Talislan to the muse, seemingly objecting to something.<br><br>The other one seems to be amused by the sight, watching them with her hands folded under her breast. The thin silk covering them is stretched additionally by her hands, making the sight even more intriguing. This is probably one of the reasons that makes the Sarista she was dancing with seem uneasy. His restlessness allows him to be the first to notice Adjia watching them with intent. As the music starts playing a faster, joyful tune, he touches the muse's sleeve and nods towards the girl.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It is the Muse with the stretched silk clothing who seems to hold Adjia's attention, but whether this is because she is loathe to break into the other's conversation, or because she is fascinated by the alluring spectacle is hard to tell.&nbsp; Indeed, behind that mask, it is usually difficult to be sure where, why, and upon whom her gaze rests.<br><br>(Were she not masked, her shy blush might be enough to light the dance floor, as the sight of the Muse's body brings to mind all manner of secret, whispered, shameful thoughts from her few surreptitious eavesdroppings on her father's many concubines...)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 15:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4203861#msg4203861">Quote from: Leorobin on 31-01-2011, 19:54:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It will be a pleasure, my charming prey..." Kalaj chuckles as he watches her dancing, he isn't too used to dancing so he needs a few moments to get himself worked to the rhythm. Being a hunter, he is used to both slow and agile movement, but while hunting a prey. Either way, he begins dancing while glancing at those around him, catching up to the beat as he movescloser to Apple again, dancing with her as best as he can. <br><br><em>"Courting is like dancing" Kalaj remembered his father saying once, while explaining him the antics of the jaka. "Dancing is not amongst my usual skills...Or courting..." He had admitted somewhat abashed. His father had chuckled and shaken his head. "Never mind, son, you'll learn at least one of them before the next moon..."</em> Well he had learned the latter faster than the first, not that he was skilled, just enough to say that he managed and to satisfy his father. And now here he was, trying to at least do a decent job at dancing.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Curiously, he soon notes, she is moving towards the rim of the circle, and so is almost everyone else. His warming up is leaving him - well, almost lonely in the centre of a ring of people.<br>The only other people in this ring are a man who danced with little Adjia before, a guy nobody has spoken with today, and the raven-haired girl who stormed away before the first dance. They are all holding something like a stick, packed in silk, leather, or both. They are looking around them uncertainly, as if waiting for something.<br>In the meantime, the other people are lining the circle around them. The Apple is among them, and is moving counterclockwise, while not getting into the circle.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4203917#msg4203917">Quote from: MadPanda on 31-01-2011, 20:14:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It is the Muse with the stretched silk clothing who seems to hold Adjia's attention, but whether this is because she is loathe to break into the other's conversation, or because she is fascinated by the alluring spectacle is hard to tell.&nbsp; Indeed, behind that mask, it is usually difficult to be sure where, why, and upon whom her gaze rests.<br><br>(Were she not masked, her shy blush might be enough to light the dance floor, as the sight of the Muse's body brings to mind all manner of secret, whispered, shameful thoughts from her few surreptitious eavesdroppings on her father's many concubines...)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The muses start moving aside on the first notes. It seems as if they suddenly decided they don't want to be in the centre of the clearing. The muse that is subject to Adjia's attention spares her a glance and a smile, but keeps moving aside, as if some pressing matter is drawing her to stand among the people that are lining the circle. Her previous dance partner, and another couple are inside it, but aren't moving yet, maybe waiting for something.<br><br><strong>Aevala</strong><br>A short lull in their conversation ensued. Maybe it was saying a lot in itself, maybe it wasn't. Only the two women knew that.<br>A small child ran towards Lara, looking excited. It was carrying a stick, about 4 feet long, wrapped loosely in red silk, with a black leather cord. He uses it to poke her in the middle of the thigh.<br>Lara sighs deeply.<br>"I'm almost loathe to go, my dear", she whispers in Aevala's ear, without showing any desire to release her, "But I must, or my sister will never speak with me again! Wish me Fortune to be with me, will you?"<br>With that, she finally takes a hand off her frame and extends it backwards. The boy thrusts the end he was using to poke her with in her palm, and she grasps it without looking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 09:17:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4215390#msg4215390">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 03-02-2011, 15:47:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Aevala</strong><br>A short lull in their conversation ensued. Maybe it was saying a lot in itself, maybe it wasn't. Only the two women knew that.<br>A small child ran towards Lara, looking excited. It was carrying a stick, about 4 feet long, wrapped loosely in red silk, with a black leather cord. He uses it to poke her in the middle of the thigh.<br>Lara sighs deeply.<br>"I'm almost loathe to go, my dear", she whispers in Aevala's ear, without showing any desire to release her, "But I must, or my sister will never speak with me again! Wish me Fortune to be with me, will you?"<br>With that, she finally takes a hand off her frame and extends it backwards. The boy thrusts the end he was using to poke her with in her palm, and she grasps it without looking.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Stuck in a moment until reality caught back up with her, Aevala saw the small child running towards her dance partner with a short staff ornately decorated with a vibrant red ribbon. Aevala released a sigh of her own, seeing that their inevitable separation had come. She glanced up at Lara as she whispered into her ear, the tingle of desire and anticipation surged through her veins. She smiled and nodded. “Of course. I wish the best of fortunes to you, Lara,” Aevala replied as she leaned forward to gently place a kiss on Lara’s ear. <br><br>As Lara’s hand left her side, Aevala gingerly took a step backwards to give Lara an easier exit, not that she was happy to see her leave, but that it was necessary. She had her own duties to attend that she had put off far too long to selfish satisfaction. Aevala gave a small nod with a wink and departed the square to her tent. Quickly changing back into her more familiar garb, Aevala left to see what the verdict was for the prisoner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 17:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4215390#msg4215390">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 03-02-2011, 15:47:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The muses start moving aside on the first notes. It seems as if they suddenly decided they don't want to be in the centre of the clearing. The muse that is subject to Adjia's attention spares her a glance and a smile, but keeps moving aside, as if some pressing matter is drawing her to stand among the people that are lining the circle. Her previous dance partner, and another couple are inside it, but aren't moving yet, maybe waiting for something.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Uncertain of her place, knowing only that she knows nothing of the Sarista and their customs beyond the few sordid details of gossip overheard in the marketplaces, Adjia discretely pulls back and away, moving outside the circle, and keeping a wary eye on the proceedings...and if, in there, she lets out a soft and resigned sigh over her prospective interest's move away, it's easily missed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 10:00:44</strong>
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				The interesting part was that Lara had started unwrapping the leather from the staff, while stepping back with her eyes still fixed on Aevala. A sword handle emerged first, rapidly followed by a slender guard and a thin sheathed blade.<br><br>And then, as Aevala was going towards her tent, drawn by duty, Lara turned as a flash, drawing the blade from the scabbard. She almost glided over the Earth, utilizing the peculiar form a footwork particular to Tantara players and fencers. One foot dragging, than a small jump, and a skilled player can move a long distance, while performing skillful flourishes with the blade.<br>The other three had also unwrapped their own blades. They all met in the middle of the clearing, touching the tips of the blades and turning clockwise, in the opposite direction to the people that were lining the circle.<br>They moved a few steps in their own circle, keeping the tips of the blades almost like glued, before forming two couples. The tall man in black was Lara's partner, while the small woman in black - Raven - was assaulting the man in red. Obviously, the black ones represented Death, and the dressed in red represented Fortune's chosen, the Sarista - the ones that trick Death and laugh in its face.<br>And then the blades started flashing. There wasn't much skill in the attack, but there was lots and lots of skill in defence displayed. Tantara was teaching a modified system of the usual parries, with the blade only going away from the body for split seconds, except for a flourishing deflection or to perform a strike. Additionally, these four were representing a high level of sophistication - the edges almost glided on their bodies, risking to cut themselves, yet no dress was ruined. Most Tantara performers prefer gliding the flat of the blade in this way, and novices still hurt themselves occasionally.<br>The couples danced and bowed, deflecting dangerous thrusts and slashes aimed at the necks and wrists with almost superhuman precision, then jumping and turning in mid-air with the swordarm extended. The black couple seemed to be advancing, which raise the surprised mutters of the dancers.<br>Suddenly, the bride and groom emerged from the crowd, a sword in hand still in their sheaths. They embraced, not paying attention to the danger four blades represented, while the black swords were trying to score a hit on them now, and the red dancers almost sacrificed their own safety to protect them.<br>Then they drew their swords and each of them cut off the upper garment of the other. The crowd was too shocked to even mutter for a few moments. Then the garments fell and it turned out they wore red outfits below.<br>The bride joined Lara. The groom joined his forces with the tall man in red - obviously his own brother, or young uncle, or something, for their faces were rather similar.<br>Together, they teamed up on the dark-clad dancing partners. The three-way dances soon ended with a win for the red team.<br>Raven lasted the longest, but the men didn't join the women against her, obviously not willing to interfere in their affairs.<br>The musicians beated a few last notes, and all came perfectly still, then turned to bow to the crowd.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4218832#msg4218832">Quote from: Petrosity on 04-02-2011, 09:17:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She had her own duties to attend that she had put off far too long to selfish satisfaction. Aevala gave a small nod with a wink and departed the square to her tent. Quickly changing back into her more familiar garb, Aevala left to see what the verdict was for the prisoner. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>There wasn't much change in the prisoner's condition. Upon seeing her, he actually smiled.<br>"I hear you people are enjoying your pagan festivities. Tell me, did everyone arrive? I'd hate to think someone you invited -&nbsp; maybe personally - would have missed this!"<br>He even looks sincere. The thought of his own fate still seems to bother him not at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 20:42:59</strong>
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				Kalaj moved in the circle after Apple, relieved that they seemed to be move to allow him in. His sight moved to those in the center, he couldn't quite discern any form, besides that of sticks, in the bundles they held, not that he tried too much. His attention was drawn by the glint of the fire on the steel, his eyes began following the dance that ensued. He wasnot familiar with the sarista costums, both he had seen tantara briefly and he believed he recognized a step of two, but he couldn't be sure. Still the dance itself amused him greatly, his eyes following the movements of both pairs the best he could, mainly watching the way their bodies and blades moved. <br><br>The appearance of the groom and bride with a sword drew a slight grin to his face, he wondered if this was a common practice in this type of celebrations, since most seemed to know what to do. Either way his attention remained with the ones that held swords as the music continued. He would clap if the sarista around him did, the grin from before still in his mouth, it was an interesting night indeed...And he hoped it would remain interesting as he glanced around him for Apple, unsure if he had ended close or not.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 20:47:57</strong>
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				Adjia seems to sag with relief for a moment, then regards the ceremony with an appreciative eye (at least concerning the bladework).&nbsp; She also looks around for the female Muse again as if trying to puzzle out how best to approach her again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 22:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4226342#msg4226342">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-02-2011, 10:00:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">There wasn't much change in the prisoner's condition. Upon seeing her, he actually smiled.<br>"I hear you people are enjoying your pagan festivities. Tell me, did everyone arrive? I'd hate to think someone you invited -&nbsp; maybe personally - would have missed this!"<br>He even looks sincere. The thought of his own fate still seems to bother him not at all.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Aevala heard the distant clashing of steel along with the final rhythmic beating of Tantara as she entered the prisoner’s tent. She was a little sadden that she had picked the wrong time to leave the festivities, but she knew she was a having a hard enough time leaving the wedding celebration to take her guard as she had promised. She knew that others wanted to join the festivities as well, and perhaps she would be able to relieve another for a few hours to enjoy themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon entering the inner layer of the tent, the prisoner’s sarcastic comment followed by the look of sincerity and empathy made Aevala a sick to her stomach with anger. “Save for the few that were forced to leave by your hand,” replied stoically with a warm smile. “It is sad that they missed the wedding; it was a very beautiful affair. I hope you are enjoying the music. It’s the least we can offer during your stay.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 09:23:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4232147#msg4232147">Quote from: Leorobin on 07-02-2011, 20:42:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj moved in the circle after Apple, relieved that they seemed to be move to allow him in. His sight moved to those in the center, he couldn't quite discern any form, besides that of sticks, in the bundles they held, not that he tried too much. His attention was drawn by the glint of the fire on the steel, his eyes began following the dance that ensued. He wasnot familiar with the sarista costums, both he had seen tantara briefly and he believed he recognized a step of two, but he couldn't be sure. Still the dance itself amused him greatly, his eyes following the movements of both pairs the best he could, mainly watching the way their bodies and blades moved. <br><br>The appearance of the groom and bride with a sword drew a slight grin to his face, he wondered if this was a common practice in this type of celebrations, since most seemed to know what to do. Either way his attention remained with the ones that held swords as the music continued. He would clap if the sarista around him did, the grin from before still in his mouth, it was an interesting night indeed...And he hoped it would remain interesting as he glanced around him for Apple, unsure if he had ended close or not.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Apple was close enough, just several steps away. She smiled at him, but didn't make a motion to get close again, instead watching attentively what Kalaj would do. She was talking with a tall Sarista male, and snippets of their conversation could be heard even without moving closer.<br>"Is cousin here? You ...(unheard, accompanied by pointing a finger at him)... bring her!", Apple says.<br>The man shrugs, looking apologetic. "Not that I know. She's late, obvi... (several words are lost again over the rumble of the crowd)... making a fool of herself, if her gift to the newlyweds is not good enough! But she's... (unheard again, but accompanied by a sharp gesture with his right hand, as if cutting something, or underscoring a point)!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4232163#msg4232163">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-02-2011, 20:47:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia seems to sag with relief for a moment, then regards the ceremony with an appreciative eye (at least concerning the bladework).&nbsp; She also looks around for the female Muse again as if trying to puzzle out how best to approach her again...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A female Muse is close enough, indeed. And she's looking at Adjia, and smiling as if knowing something that other people don't. Or maybe like cats smile to mouses.<br>Still, her imp-translator is silent.<br><br><br><br>Small boys and girls run inside the round clearing where the sword dancers were. They pick up the sheaths and wrappings that they have discarded and hand them to them. The adults put the blades back in their sheaths and handed the whole to the little ones, who ran away.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4241015#msg4241015">Quote from: Petrosity on 09-02-2011, 22:05:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala heard the distant clashing of steel along with the final rhythmic beating of Tantara as she entered the prisoner’s tent. She was a little sadden that she had picked the wrong time to leave the festivities, but she knew she was a having a hard enough time leaving the wedding celebration to take her guard as she had promised. She knew that others wanted to join the festivities as well, and perhaps she would be able to relieve another for a few hours to enjoy themselves. <br><br>Upon entering the inner layer of the tent, the prisoner’s sarcastic comment followed by the look of sincerity and empathy made Aevala a sick to her stomach with anger. “Save for the few that were forced to leave by your hand,” replied stoically with a warm smile. “It is sad that they missed the wedding; it was a very beautiful affair. I hope you are enjoying the music. It’s the least we can offer during your stay.” <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Ah, but I know the ones that fell by my righteous hand wouldn't attend", he -almost- laughs, as the last tunes of the tantara music died. "I was asking about some distant cousin, maybe. I saw one on the road, and she was having, shall we say, difficulties getting here in time. I pointed her to some friends of mine - and despite what you think of me, I guarantee she's still alive. Nor is she likely to have suffered too greatly, yet!"<br>He looks at Aevala with his eyes squinted, but his tone remains even.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 17:02:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4243414#msg4243414">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 10-02-2011, 09:23:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A female Muse is close enough, indeed. And she's looking at Adjia, and smiling as if knowing something that other people don't. Or maybe like cats smile to mouses.<br>Still, her imp-translator is silent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia dares to move a little closer, trying to be casual about it, but in the process probably telegraphing her intent and interest to anyone paying attention.&nbsp; She stops a bit short, as if hoping that the Muse might reciprocate...or too nervous to close the gap between them.&nbsp; Turning to regard the dancers and the other guests for a moment, she realizes that while she can see the Jaka, she has no clue where the other two have gone...which, given the circumstances of their evening thus far, is enough to put her on edgy alert for a few moments until she realizes that someone is probably having a good time already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 04:26:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4243414#msg4243414">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 10-02-2011, 09:23:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah, but I know the ones that fell by my righteous hand wouldn't attend", he -almost- laughs, as the last tunes of the tantara music died. "I was asking about some distant cousin, maybe. I saw one on the road, and she was having, shall we say, difficulties getting here in time. I pointed her to some friends of mine - and despite what you think of me, I guarantee she's still alive. Nor is she likely to have suffered too greatly, yet!"<br>He looks at Aevala with his eyes squinted, but his tone remains even.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Aevala’s neutral gaze remained fixed on him as she mentally retraced her steps to the wedding. She had arrived late, but she couldn’t remember seeing anyone else on the road. Likewise, she hadn’t seen this priest either, which deduced that he and his pretentious comrades probably traveled another path to the event. Aevala disliked the idea that a fellow Sarista was having difficulties en route to the wedding, but she knew her race could travel through the worst weather and still make it to their destination. <br><br>Still, the notion of a wounded, lost, or elderly Sarista having troubles trying to get to a family affair weighed on her shoulders. It wouldn’t take terribly long to search the roads leading out of the location, not her eq&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u, Aevala thought to herself. She gave a pensive “Hmmm…”&nbsp; as she stepped towards one of the walls. “That would be quite unfortunate. It would be a shame if she missed all of the party--what direction was she traveling in?” she asked, trying to get some information from him,&nbsp; knowing that it may be a trap or something else, but she was willing to take the risk. Aevala had become extremely cautious while traveling, watching for beasts, bandits, and the like. There was always some measure of danger, but the Aamanian’s words only added to her worries--as nothing ‘yet’ had happened to the traveling Sarista. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 11:21:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4244031#msg4244031">Quote from: MadPanda on 10-02-2011, 17:02:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia dares to move a little closer, trying to be casual about it, but in the process probably telegraphing her intent and interest to anyone paying attention.&nbsp; She stops a bit short, as if hoping that the Muse might reciprocate...or too nervous to close the gap between them.&nbsp; Turning to regard the dancers and the other guests for a moment, she realizes that while she can see the Jaka, she has no clue where the other two have gone...which, given the circumstances of their evening thus far, is enough to put her on edgy alert for a few moments until she realizes that someone is probably having a good time already.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The closer muse doesn't seem to notice, as she takes the hand of a male Sarista nad draws him away from the group. Or if she had noticed, she simply wasn't interested in Ajia's feelings.<br>The one with a bird of prey on her shoulder, though, looks pensive - quite atypical for a muse. She turns to whisper something to her imp, and it slides down her sleeve and jumps on a branch near Adjia.<br>"She demands to know why are you so interested in her, mortal", the imp says without bothering overmuch with niceties.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4246440#msg4246440">Quote from: Petrosity on 11-02-2011, 04:26:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Aevala’s neutral gaze remained fixed on him as she mentally retraced her steps to the wedding. She had arrived late, but she couldn’t remember seeing anyone else on the road. Likewise, she hadn’t seen this priest either, which deduced that he and his pretentious comrades probably traveled another path to the event. Aevala disliked the idea that a fellow Sarista was having difficulties en route to the wedding, but she knew her race could travel through the worst weather and still make it to their destination. <br><br>Still, the notion of a wounded, lost, or elderly Sarista having troubles trying to get to a family affair weighed on her shoulders. It wouldn’t take terribly long to search the roads leading out of the location, not her eq&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u, Aevala thought to herself. She gave a pensive “Hmmm…”&nbsp; as she stepped towards one of the walls. “That would be quite unfortunate. It would be a shame if she missed all of the party--what direction was she traveling in?” she asked, trying to get some information from him,&nbsp; knowing that it may be a trap or something else, but she was willing to take the risk. Aevala had become extremely cautious while traveling, watching for beasts, bandits, and the like. There was always some measure of danger, but the Aamanian’s words only added to her worries--as nothing ‘yet’ had happened to the traveling Sarista. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He raises the - well, where people have brows there.<br>"Why, I think she was following the same direction. Such a cute girl she is! I'd guess the boys are really glad she chose to stay with them. That's a good thing of course - this way, they wouldn't get bored with her too fast".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 19:28:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4247415#msg4247415">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 11-02-2011, 11:21:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The closer muse doesn't seem to notice, as she takes the hand of a male Sarista nad draws him away from the group. Or if she had noticed, she simply wasn't interested in Ajia's feelings.<br>The one with a bird of prey on her shoulder, though, looks pensive - quite atypical for a muse. She turns to whisper something to her imp, and it slides down her sleeve and jumps on a branch near Adjia.<br>"She demands to know why are you so interested in her, mortal", the imp says without bothering overmuch with niceties.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Noticing the Muse's avoidance, Adjia lets out a forlorn little sigh and withdraws to seek another place from which to watch.&nbsp; She manages not to jump when the whisp speaks to her...and she turns to regard the little creature for a moment, thinking the question through.<br><br>"May one not gaze upon beauty with interest?&nbsp; Surely she knows that she is alluring?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 20:21:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4243414#msg4243414">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 10-02-2011, 09:23:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Apple was close enough, just several steps away. She smiled at him, but didn't make a motion to get close again, instead watching attentively what Kalaj would do. She was talking with a tall Sarista male, and snippets of their conversation could be heard even without moving closer.<br>"Is cousin here? You ...(unheard, accompanied by pointing a finger at him)... bring her!", Apple says.<br>The man shrugs, looking apologetic. "Not that I know. She's late, obvi... (several words are lost again over the rumble of the crowd)... making a fool of herself, if her gift to the newlyweds is not good enough! But she's... (unheard again, but accompanied by a sharp gesture with his right hand, as if cutting something, or underscoring a point)!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Even with his keen hearing the bustling of the party and the many distractions hindered his hearing. He could pinpoint and animal in the forest but for some reason voices mixed with music and random sounds were not as easy to discern, even more when he was trying...Perhaps if he had been focused on what they were saying he might have been able to. Where no use dwelling in the past. <br><br>He took a couple of steps closer into the couples proximity but not close enough as to directly interrupt them or to appear that he was trying to listen...altough he was. He had enough care as to look in another direction though. He noticed something seemed to be troubling her so he took another step closer and turned towards the couple. "Pardon the intrusion but, is there something I could help? Something seems to be bothering you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 22:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4248448#msg4248448">Quote from: MadPanda on 11-02-2011, 19:28:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Noticing the Muse's avoidance, Adjia lets out a forlorn little sigh and withdraws to seek another place from which to watch.&nbsp; She manages not to jump when the whisp speaks to her...and she turns to regard the little creature for a moment, thinking the question through.<br><br>"May one not gaze upon beauty with interest?&nbsp; Surely she knows that she is alluring?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The imp looks...well, surprised and haughty describes it, actually.<br>"Surely she does!", he says shortly, and goes back to his mistress to translate her Adjia's words.<br>Just as the music is heard again, the Muse turns to Adjia with a smile, and makes an enticing gesture with her index finger. In all languages, it means <em>"come to me".</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4248624#msg4248624">Quote from: Leorobin on 11-02-2011, 20:21:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Even with his keen hearing the bustling of the party and the many distractions hindered his hearing. He could pinpoint and animal in the forest but for some reason voices mixed with music and random sounds were not as easy to discern, even more when he was trying...Perhaps if he had been focused on what they were saying he might have been able to. Where no use dwelling in the past. <br><br>He took a couple of steps closer into the couples proximity but not close enough as to directly interrupt them or to appear that he was trying to listen...altough he was. He had enough care as to look in another direction though. He noticed something seemed to be troubling her so he took another step closer and turned towards the couple. "Pardon the intrusion but, is there something I could help? Something seems to be bothering you."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Apple looks up to stare in his eyes, smiling warmly.<br>"Ah, my dancing partner! Isn't he cute, cousin?", she explains.<br>"He certainly is", the man confirms. "And it's probably nothing. Her niece is my wife, and she's too late by now. She wanted to take a tour to see some place of historical interest", his voice betrays what he thinks of such endeavours, "and I wasn't interested. Of course, she is too late and missed the wedding already, but as far as we know her, she'll pop tomorrow from nowhere, give a modest present and say how sorry she is to have missed it all, again!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 17:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4252578#msg4252578">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 12-02-2011, 22:13:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The imp looks...well, surprised and haughty describes it, actually.<br>"Surely she does!", he says shortly, and goes back to his mistress to translate her Adjia's words.<br>Just as the music is heard again, the Muse turns to Adjia with a smile, and makes an enticing gesture with her index finger. In all languages, it means <em>"come to me".</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Blushing beneath her mask, Adjia does...but out of habit takes a meandering route through the various happy people between her and the Muse, rather than heading straight for the person of her interest (and desire).&nbsp; Finally, she comes close enough to offer the exquisite being a polite bow from a distantly remembered courtesy of her youth.<br><br>"H-hello."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 02:08:41</strong>
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				Kalaj bowed his head briefly to the man as he said he was the husband of Apple's niece introduced him and "I see, if you think it is not of worry then it should be ok. If she doesn't show up by the morning I could send my nighthawk to scout the route she should be following. I'm Kalaj by the way, pleased to make your acquaintance." He clearly isn't much interested in his wife's antiques and that explained why he hadn't gone with her. At least to Kalaj, since his knowledge of Saristan ways was limited. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 15:32:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4247415#msg4247415">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 11-02-2011, 11:21:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He raises the - well, where people have brows there.<br>"Why, I think she was following the same direction. Such a cute girl she is! I'd guess the boys are really glad she chose to stay with them. That's a good thing of course - this way, they wouldn't get bored with her too fast".<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“Well, there was very nice of your friends, but I would very much like to see my cousin then--wouldn’t want to ruin your friends good hospitability,” Aevala added quickly through her quite decidedly sarcastic tone. “Now, I don’t recall you on my path, what direction were you traveling in from which city?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 04:38:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4259215#msg4259215">Quote from: MadPanda on 14-02-2011, 17:43:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Blushing beneath her mask, Adjia does...but out of habit takes a meandering route through the various happy people between her and the Muse, rather than heading straight for the person of her interest (and desire).&nbsp; Finally, she comes close enough to offer the exquisite being a polite bow from a distantly remembered courtesy of her youth.<br><br>"H-hello."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The muse smiles. She looks beautiful, enticing, and benevolent, at least on the surface. But then, Adjia is a prime example that the surface is not always indicative of whatever is below.<br>"Hello, little one. I couldn't miss your interest. Tell me, what would you desire of me? I'm in a giving mood tonight, after this wonderful dance we witnessed!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4264661#msg4264661">Quote from: Leorobin on 16-02-2011, 02:08:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj bowed his head briefly to the man as he said he was the husband of Apple's niece introduced him and "I see, if you think it is not of worry then it should be ok. If she doesn't show up by the morning I could send my nighthawk to scout the route she should be following. I'm Kalaj by the way, pleased to make your acquaintance." He clearly isn't much interested in his wife's antiques and that explained why he hadn't gone with her. At least to Kalaj, since his knowledge of Saristan ways was limited. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man bows deeper than you could expect.<br>"Glad to make your acquintance, respected manhunter! Indeed, if she doesn't appear until tomorrow, I'll ask for your help in tracking her. As I said, she's quite skilled in only being just a tad late!"<br>Was that fear in the man's voice?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4279741#msg4279741">Quote from: Petrosity on 19-02-2011, 15:32:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Well, there was very nice of your friends, but I would very much like to see my cousin then--wouldn’t want to ruin your friends good hospitability,” Aevala added quickly through her quite decidedly sarcastic tone. “Now, I don’t recall you on my path, what direction were you traveling in from which city?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"A city of heathens", he shrugs. "I don't burden my memory with the names heathens give to their cities. When the children of Aa roll over this place, they'll give them proper names; until then, the names are of no interest to me. But I could lead you there, if you wished so!"<br>He's looking at her, a slight, but unmistakably cruel smile twisting his thin lips. He doesn't seem really concerned whether Aevala would accept his offer or not, as if it makes no difference to him,
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 05:34:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4297942#msg4297942">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 24-02-2011, 04:38:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The muse smiles. She looks beautiful, enticing, and benevolent, at least on the surface. But then, Adjia is a prime example that the surface is not always indicative of whatever is below.<br>"Hello, little one. I couldn't miss your interest. Tell me, what would you desire of me? I'm in a giving mood tonight, after this wonderful dance we witnessed!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I cannot," Adjia whispers hoarsely.&nbsp; "I lack the words for it, for this...this feeling..."<br><br>She swallows, old instincts coming to the fore again, warning her that she may be about to diving in too deep.<br><br>"You are very beautiful...graceful...everything I am not.&nbsp; I cannot bear to look on you, but do not wish to look away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:31:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4297942#msg4297942">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 24-02-2011, 04:38:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man bows deeper than you could expect.<br>"Glad to make your acquintance, respected manhunter! Indeed, if she doesn't appear until tomorrow, I'll ask for your help in tracking her. As I said, she's quite skilled in only being just a tad late!"<br>Was that fear in the man's voice?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kalaj noticed how the man bowed and also noticed there was something else on his voice but he simply ignored it. His glance went back to Apple, waiting. He knew she was worried about her relative, so he wondered what would she do now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:43:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4298194#msg4298194">Quote from: MadPanda on 24-02-2011, 05:34:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I cannot," Adjia whispers hoarsely.&nbsp; "I lack the words for it, for this...this feeling..."<br><br>She swallows, old instincts coming to the fore again, warning her that she may be about to diving in too deep.<br><br>"You are very beautiful...graceful...everything I am not.&nbsp; I cannot bear to look on you, but do not wish to look away."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The muse laughs with her melodic voice, then turns and says something in High Talislan that the imp translates.<br>"She says has seen this feeling often enough to know the word for it... and you, <em>poor thing,</em> can consider yourself either blessed or cursed for feeling it. It's your choice, and your choice only!"<br>Before the imp has finished his translation, the muse bows and plants a kiss on Adjia's forehead.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4305814#msg4305814">Quote from: Leorobin on 26-02-2011, 04:31:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj noticed how the man bowed and also noticed there was something else on his voice but he simply ignored it. His glance went back to Apple, waiting. He knew she was worried about her relative, so he wondered what would she do now. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Apple wanted for a bit, then she smiled broadly and pulled Kalaj's hand.<br>"Let's dance, big wolf! And", she whispers, pulling him close - or maybe stepping in close - "we might consider edging away from the festivities. Maybe".<br>She steps back and grins brightly.<br>"A lot depends on how well you dance. We're famous for this; dancing matters for a lot around here!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:45:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia responds to the kiss at once by sighing softly and stepping closer, one hand rising as if to brush the Muse's arm...<br><br>"Please?&nbsp; I do not know the words, but...I wish to learn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:57:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She doesn't pull away, and her fingers runs over the mask.<br>"Maybe she will teach you. If she's interested enough in what's under the mask to take it away from your face", the imp translates.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:59:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-not out here, please," Adjia whispers, shivering with sudden fear.&nbsp; "I will remove it, but...in private."<br><br>She swallows heavily, wondering why her mouth is so dry.<br><br>"People react poorly to me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 01:28:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awww", the exclamation is rather universal among languages. Then the imp keeps translating.<br>"She says if you want to go with her in private, she might be tempted to remove rather more than just your mask. Are you ready to take such risks?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 01:35:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia just nods, a slightest of whimpers escaping her lips, muffled by the mask.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 02:28:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah well... Then, if you're such a good girl, I'll take you somewhere private!", follows the translation.<br>The imp seems to be choking on something while saying this. Or maybe it's just what it seems, being deeply uncomfortable with the words he's got to translate.<br>The Muse pulls Adjia's hand and leads her away.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">For Mad Panda</div><div class="spoiler_body">Here is the other thread for them.<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99612.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99612.0)<br>Both of you would play out your scenes separately. Meanwhile, we'll continue with the game.</div></div><br>In the meantime, the wolf was hunting a sheep, and the sheep didn't seem to mind.<br>The girl danced away from Kalaj, using her practice in dancing to change the direction swiftly. It was a game of him trying to get her cornered, and her trying to stay among the crowd.<br>She had the directions with grace and trained poise. Kalaj was more primal - he obviously didn't know a lot about dancing. A natural sense of rhythm, and the natural ability to control his movements even when most people would be too committed to adjust, those were his "weapons" in this "hunt".<br>And a hunt it was, although it was just dancing! One moment, Apple seemed to go left, only to circle and go right, all the while keeping the rhythm...<br>Only to discover that he was now moving backwards and kept facing her. She stepped back, not willing to close too fast. Prey that closes with the predator is either trying to trample him, or to die faster. And it was quite obvious who was the predator here!<br>Step by step, Kalaj pushed her towards the ends of the clearing. In a weird phenomenon, her smell was actually getting stronger, the further she was pushed. A couple of times, he suspected the Thalacian actually slightly slowed or fastened his tune to help him. If so, Kalaj didn't decide to object, at least not right now.<br>When they were nearly in the shadows, Apple stopped so abruptly and moved towards him. He almost crashed full-force into her, but managed to soften the impact. And then she hugged him.<br>"Agile beast that you are", she giggled. "Come, let me show you a more private place!"<br>And she caught his wrist, pulling him towards one of the carts.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler for Leorobin</div><div class="spoiler_body">Your tale goes here:<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99614.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99614.0)<br>Both of you would play out your scenes separately. Meanwhile, we'll continue with the game.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 03:24:07</strong>
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				<em>In the morning...<br></em><br>The sun was rising slowly over Zandir. Birds were still singing, before the noon heat. People were snoring, sleeping through the more-than-likely hangover.<br>A short, hairy, four-legged creature like the ones Archaeans created long ago for pets, runs through the clearing, sniffing at the stuff left from last night.<br>There's the sound of a quarrel from the place where the Aamanian prisoner is held. Voices and tempers are raising, and although blows haven't been exchanged yet, it just might happen. Some of the shouting voices seem familiar, including Aevala's soprano... well, at least it sounds like a soprano at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 18:55:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Emerging from a tent that is definitely not hers, Adjia hastens to the sound of the argument, her body language clearly demonstrating displeasure over being awakened thusly...and promising uncompensated agonies for the imposition besides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 11:52:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4333627#msg4333627">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-03-2011, 18:55:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Emerging from a tent that is definitely not hers, Adjia hastens to the sound of the argument, her body language clearly demonstrating displeasure over being awakened thusly...and promising uncompensated agonies for the imposition besides.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"No, we cannot leave the gi...", "Yes, we can and should! He's probably lying anyway! Let's start the execution!", and old woman's voice answers.<br>"Why don't we just try to break him and get the answers, then execute him?", asks the young Sarista who helped carry him to the tent.<br>"Because he might lie, and it would damn her!", is his silent brother's answer.<br>Things are getting heated. And in the middle of this discussion, Aevala looks sick, while standing over the Aamanian witch-hunter.<br>Of course, he wears the same thin almost-smile, seemingly unaffected by the whole situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 23:34:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia pushes her way to the front of the crowd, her mask mercifully hiding her growing scowl.<br><br>"And have you forgotten that a cheap martyrdom is what this garbage most desires?&nbsp; Yes, let us kill him.&nbsp; Let us slay him most brutally in exchange for his actions, motivated as they are by the grim and joyless faith that drives him...and thus validate everything he has ever believed about the Sarista!"<br><br>Joining Aevala's side, she puts hands on her hips and turns to regard them all.<br><br>"Yes, let us give him what he wants.&nbsp; That's practically <em>rewarding</em> him for his crimes!"<br><br>She tosses her chin.<br><br>"I am not one of you, so I have no say...no loss, no honor at stake.&nbsp; But to send him on his way, pure and unbesmirched in the eyes of his beloved Aa?&nbsp; That will avail you less justice than you deserve."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 00:02:11</strong>
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				People seem taken aback by her outburst. Some of them scratch their heads, while Aevala whispers in her ear.<br>"It's not whether he deserves punishment... you decided on the manner of his punishment earlier. But turns out, he has captured a girl that he left with some criminal associates earlier. and he refuses to even say in which city - but he offered to guide us there!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 00:05:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah.&nbsp; A coward's revenge.&nbsp; Pathetic!"<br><br>Adjia looks down at the man, contempt and venom dripping from her voice.<br><br>"Your god is most virtuous, to inspire such actions.&nbsp; My people are at least honest with themselves."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 17:36:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj, walked towards the voice as he finished adjusting his cloak. He was glad that he had folded, a few shakes had been enough to pull the wrinkles out of them. He had taken about an hour for his usual grooming, one that he hadn't had as much time to do while being with the gnomekin. It was true that he didn't looked changed, but he felt better with his overall appearance. Kalaj reached the muses tent and stood outside, glancing around for any signs of intrusion. He whistled lowly and beckoned Yume to him, so the nighthawk, which hadn't slept in the night, told him of any incidents. Yume was trained to stay outside in a position that she could guard all the tent. If nothing had came up with the muse he would give Yume her breakfast and leave towards the clearing. There was a smile in Kalaj's face as he went about, the party had been quite entertaining and the night...Well, it was even more. He would change his expression as he approached the clearing to a more neutral one.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 14:46:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4359165#msg4359165">Quote from: MadPanda on 12-03-2011, 00:05:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah.&nbsp; A coward's revenge.&nbsp; Pathetic!"<br><br>Adjia looks down at the man, contempt and venom dripping from her voice.<br><br>"Your god is most virtuous, to inspire such actions.&nbsp; My people are at least honest with themselves."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He scarcely looked at her.<br>"Said by the girl that insists on abusing a man who is tied, I'm afraid it must be true. After all, it takes a coward to know one!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4365734#msg4365734">Quote from: Leorobin on 13-03-2011, 17:36:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj, walked towards the voice as he finished adjusting his cloak. He was glad that he had folded, a few shakes had been enough to pull the wrinkles out of them. He had taken about an hour for his usual grooming, one that he hadn't had as much time to do while being with the gnomekin. It was true that he didn't looked changed, but he felt better with his overall appearance. Kalaj reached the muses tent and stood outside, glancing around for any signs of intrusion. He whistled lowly and beckoned Yume to him, so the nighthawk, which hadn't slept in the night, told him of any incidents. Yume was trained to stay outside in a position that she could guard all the tent. If nothing had came up with the muse he would give Yume her breakfast and leave towards the clearing. There was a smile in Kalaj's face as he went about, the party had been quite entertaining and the night...Well, it was even more. He would change his expression as he approached the clearing to a more neutral one.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Yume was there, and feeling alright. Seemed like there were no problems - well, unless one counted the muse getting bed partner, or partners, as a problem. Yume didn't seem to mind it, though. The faithful nighthawk had remained on guard, of course. And now she enjoyed her breakfast very much, devouring it with strong strikes of its beak.<br><br>On the clearing, there was the rubbish large groups create when in one place, a few bodies still asleep from the previous night - but mostly clothed, and one could hear Adjia's voice hissing and accusing someone of being a coward nearby. Seemed like she was near the tent where the Sarista had placed their prisoner last night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 17:48:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Said by the girl that insists on abusing a man who is tied, I'm afraid it must be true. After all, it takes a coward to know one!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"If the murderer had not committed his foul deed, he would not be bound for judgment and punishment.&nbsp; Do not speak of courage to me, craven refuse."&nbsp; The venom leaves her voice and she sighs resignedly.&nbsp; "You are naught but a waste of the gift of life and a sign of the wickedness to which your perverse beliefs lead.&nbsp; Your greatest act of benevolence would have been to slit your own throat before ever raising a hand to another.&nbsp; And you will not goad me into giving you an easy release from this...nor change my opinion that you ought to be ritually defiled before you are sent to your precious Aa."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aa is it?" said Kalaj reminding the short discussion he had had with the man. He grinned while glancing at him and limited himself to the listen. He was not as keen to get involved in political or social affairs of the sarista. He also reminded the sarista that was missing from the party, he wondered what had been of her. He would have to ask Apple or the woman's husband later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:28:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4370726#msg4370726">Quote from: MadPanda on 14-03-2011, 17:48:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If the murderer had not committed his foul deed, he would not be bound for judgment and punishment.&nbsp; Do not speak of courage to me, craven refuse."&nbsp; The venom leaves her voice and she sighs resignedly.&nbsp; "You are naught but a waste of the gift of life and a sign of the wickedness to which your perverse beliefs lead.&nbsp; Your greatest act of benevolence would have been to slit your own throat before ever raising a hand to another.&nbsp; And you will not goad me into giving you an easy release from this...nor change my opinion that you ought to be ritually defiled before you are sent to your precious Aa."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man shrugged.<br>"Why do you think I would even try changing your opinion? I wouldn't if I was interested what it is, which I'm not. Things are, I know where is someone you want here. And only I can bring you to her. Defiling me would probably satisfy your heathen cruelty, but then, what would happen to her?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4370767#msg4370767">Quote from: Leorobin on 14-03-2011, 18:02:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Aa is it?" said Kalaj reminding the short discussion he had had with the man. He grinned while glancing at him and limited himself to the listen. He was not as keen to get involved in political or social affairs of the sarista. He also reminded the sarista that was missing from the party, he wondered what had been of her. He would have to ask Apple or the woman's husband later.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"There is only Aa. The rest is illusion!", the man answered with evident conviction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4370883#msg4370883">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 14-03-2011, 18:28:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man shrugged.<br>"Why do you think I would even try changing your opinion? I wouldn't if I was interested what it is, which I'm not. Things are, I know where is someone you want here. And only I can bring you to her. Defiling me would probably satisfy your heathen cruelty, but then, what would happen to her?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Aamanians are more foolish than advertised."<br><br>Adjia turns to the Jaka.<br><br>"You have some small skill at tracking, I believe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 17:35:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do, is there something amiss?" He asked looking away from the Aamanian. He remembered that he had said that he wasn't worthy of even hearing the god's name, he grinned on that thought. Kalaj thought about last night and wondered if the missing sarista was the same that they wanted tracked. It wouldn't be too hard if the road was of adequate conditions and if it hadn't been too transited recently, otherwise...Well maybe Yume could help them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 19:00:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"These cowards have taken a girl hostage and are demanding that we allow this scum safe conduct to recover her.&nbsp; Of course, they will no doubt kill the girl anyway, but if there is a chance we can piss on his faith and send him to his punishment besmirched and befouled, I'm all for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 11:00:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kill the girl?", the witch hunter almost smiled. Actually, some might swear he had.<br>"I think you are sorely mistaken. Killing heathens is what I do. My associates? They are into it for the money and, ah, the spoils of war. So, unless you want me to lead you back, she's going to be just as befouled as me. If that's a good exchange for you..."<br>His voice was drowned in a sea of excited Sarista voices. The opinions pro and against the exchange seemed to be split roughly in half, with some of them just keeping silent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 17:03:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not so very holy after all.&nbsp; Typical."<br><br>Adjia has to stop herself from spitting in disgust, then turns to the Jaka.<br><br>"Are you able to do this thing?&nbsp; Or must we rely on the garbage?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 04:55:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll sent Yume then. I need some way to identify the girl, otherwise I would have to ask Yume to look for a group with white cloaks except for one of them...Also I would need an average direction for Yume to follow." Kalaj thought for a few moments before answering, he would have to keep watch over the muse while Yume was gone. It wouldn't be a problem, but he worried that something might befall on Yume.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 06:22:52</strong>
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				Of course, the Aamanian has no desire to help them. He just keeps haughtily silent.<br>The cousin of the missing woman - the same guy that was talking with Apple last night- is really helpful, though. He seems to remember the way she was willing to take. It's just a couple days of slow walking from here, meaning Yume can get there by the evening. Besides, he provides a few pointers in how she might be dressed, unless she really changed her habits, and remembers a birth mark on her ass, almost in the shape of a heart. That's in case she is nude, of course, or wearing <em>a really short</em> skirt!<br>If you send Yume now, she would be able to report back in just a couple of days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 06:56:18</strong>
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				"Good."<br><br>Adjia nods once.<br><br>"Let us send your friend, then, and follow as soon as we are able.&nbsp; Then we may leave the garbage here to face what brave punishments he might deserve.&nbsp; A pity we cannot deal with him...properly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 02:12:37</strong>
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				"Very well...I'll sent Yume. I won't return here since I have to guard one of the muses." He turned towards the man that had been talking with Apple. "I hope your cousin is okay. Excuse me." Kalaj bowed lightly to them all and moved back to the muse's tent. He made sure that the muse was still inside, by looking at Yume, and then called her to him by rising his arm. He took out a small treat and began instructing her about the direction and clothing that she had worn. He included the information about the birth mark...Just in case. <br><br>"Take care and don't risk your life. Your mission is to get information...I promise I'll let you rest when you return. Keep yourself high and avoid being spotted..." He was glad that Yume had spent most of the time with the gnomekin resting, since she couldn't fly as freely underground. "Go now." He raised his arm and watched the nighthawk fly away. It was a clever animal and usually understood his orders, mostly thanks to his father's help in training her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 04:14:34</strong>
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				As Kalaj went to look for his bird, the elder woman from yesternight screamed.<br>"Enough with this! I know what this worm is doing, he wants to gain time. Give it to us, and let's follow the girl's advice, before sending him to this demon he worships!"<br>It's certainly a feisty old lady, that's for sure.<br><br>Yume seems to understand what Kalaj said. She flies away and is soon lost from sight.<br>The muse seems alright. Her imp, however, feels the need to inform Kalaj that she feels great pity for the bird.<br>"Your beast stood guard all night, I give it that", he rumbles. "It sure makes a fine guard. Hope it will be back until tomorrow!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 04:23:24</strong>
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				Adjia cannot help herself.&nbsp; She laughs merrily and applauds the feisty elder.<br><br>"Just so," she nods.&nbsp; "Just so..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 01:24:24</strong>
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				"Yume is efficient and loyal, I'm glad to have her with me. She is of nocturnal habits so staying up during the night won't affect her much...Being awake during the day is what worries me." Kalaj frowned slightly and glanced towards the sky in the place he had seen the nighthawk's silhouette vanish. "I do hope she will be back too. Please tell your mistress that I will stay and guard her during the day. If she leaves the tent, please make it so that I am aware of the direction she is heading."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 18:46:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4434839#msg4434839">Quote from: MadPanda on 29-03-2011, 04:23:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia cannot help herself.&nbsp; She laughs merrily and applauds the feisty elder.<br><br>"Just so," she nods.&nbsp; "Just so..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With Adjia's support, the old lady prevails. The priest is dragged in the forest, and at some point, you hear some screams.<br>Those who follow, can witness him being sodomized with a wooden piece shaped like a dick. Except the size might be too much for a female equs.<br>At the end, even he screams. A couple of the guys actually joins in the fun, sodomizing him wiyth a natural dick, too. At some point, one of them slits his throat.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4438447#msg4438447">Quote from: Leorobin on 30-03-2011, 01:24:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yume is efficient and loyal, I'm glad to have her with me. She is of nocturnal habits so staying up during the night won't affect her much...Being awake during the day is what worries me." Kalaj frowned slightly and glanced towards the sky in the place he had seen the nighthawk's silhouette vanish. "I do hope she will be back too. Please tell your mistress that I will stay and guard her during the day. If she leaves the tent, please make it so that I am aware of the direction she is heading."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Yume is gone. The muse shows some impatience, but seems to understands that Yume was needed elsewhere. The imp, however, lives up to the reputation of his kin as nagging bitches, no matter the gender.<br><br><br>The hawk only appears on the evening of the third day, as expected. She almost crashes on Kalaj's shoulder, and looks at him hungry.<br>Her signs seem to indicate she has found whoever you sent her to look for. Well, at least she thinks she has. And she's hungry as all hell!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 19:13:07</strong>
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				Adjia does not stay to watch the 'fun', of course, having little interest in torture...no matter how justified.&nbsp; She spends most of her time alone (or as alone as it is possible to be in the middle of a Sarista encampment), meditating on the trials to come and exercising as much patience as she can muster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 02:04:29</strong>
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				Kalaj heard the distinct sound of a bird's feather's rustling in the wind, he turned around in time to receive Yume in his arms. He stroked the birds head and back caringly as he reached into his pocket for a treat, or a handful of them. He knew Yume must be starving and certainly in a need of rest. He nestled her in his arm as he held the meat in his hand, allowing her to eat before asking her the direction of what she had been sent to look for. Once Yume ate until she was full he called one of the sarista and asked him to find one of the elders and to tell him that he had news about the girl that had dissappeared. Afterwards he began to get the information out of the nighthawk, listening fo the distinctive sounds and movements that would give an answer to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 22:10:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4466534#msg4466534">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-04-2011, 19:13:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia does not stay to watch the 'fun', of course, having little interest in torture...no matter how justified.&nbsp; She spends most of her time alone (or as alone as it is possible to be in the middle of a Sarista encampment), meditating on the trials to come and exercising as much patience as she can muster.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Turns out, it is possible to have solitary confinement even in the midst of a Sarista camp. Well, a certain Muse might pass around, but that's usually the night.<br>The days are up for meditation. Although the Sarista have some interesting customs, including knife throwing games which might or might not be tempting for Adjia and Kalaj.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you decide to participate and show your skill, note the codeword Shihing, because the GM has been doing too many gamebooks lately &gt;:)!</div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4468261#msg4468261">Quote from: Leorobin on 06-04-2011, 02:04:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj heard the distinct sound of a bird's feather's rustling in the wind, he turned around in time to receive Yume in his arms. He stroked the birds head and back caringly as he reached into his pocket for a treat, or a handful of them. He knew Yume must be starving and certainly in a need of rest. He nestled her in his arm as he held the meat in his hand, allowing her to eat before asking her the direction of what she had been sent to look for. Once Yume ate until she was full he called one of the sarista and asked him to find one of the elders and to tell him that he had news about the girl that had dissappeared. Afterwards he began to get the information out of the nighthawk, listening fo the distinctive sounds and movements that would give an answer to him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Communicating with Yume is kinda tough, when you have to receive information. However, there are signals, allowing her to transmit the following.<br>The target was found. However, she was too big for her to hunt and fetch you over this distance.<br>She was accompanied. Yume is not that good with numbers, or maybe she's not sure these were the same guys. Between 3 and more than 5 armed guys were there. One of them shot at her, but judging by the lack of wounds, obviously missed her.<br>They were at some house she can lead you to. Or tent, the signs aren't that clear, and Kalaj is free to suspect it's because to Yume there is little difference between two closed spaces.<br><br>In the meantime, the Sarista have some interesting customs, including knife throwing games which might or might not be tempting for Adjia and Kalaj.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you decide to participate and show your skill, note the codeword ShiFung, because the GM has been doing too many gamebooks lately &gt;:)!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 01:19:46</strong>
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				Kalaj struggles to understand Yume by the little signs they both share for communicating, the bird is intelligent but he didn't finished his training in the tongue of the nighthawks, or any other animal at that. Either way he managed to get enough information to convey to the elders if any attend to his summons.<br><br>Kalaj notes the Sarista knife throwing and walks close to it, leaving Yume to rest in his shoulder while keeping an eye on the Muse's tent. He takes this as an opportunity to refine his knife throwing skills, they were useful to take down the Aamanian so it would be best to keep them keen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 08:12:30</strong>
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				The elders don't take it all that well.<br>"We lost another girl?", "I was hoping he's bluffing! Who's going to lead any rescuers to her?"... and so on, and so on. They manage to create almost as much rumble as a crowd, despite there being less than half a dozen of them.<br>The old lady seems the least emotional. She turns her stare to Kalaj and simply asks.<br>"How much to retrieve my niece, manhunter? Your bird found it, you're a manhunter, this is what you do! Never bargained with your ilk, though, and I'm too old to start now. Just name your price, and if I can meet it, I will!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 19:34:23</strong>
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				Torn between the prospect of displaying her skills (which, after that damned chase through the woods at night, do not seem as impressive as she feels they ought), Adjia finds herself instead gravitating to the gloomy Jaka once she hears that his pet has returned with news.&nbsp; Business, as it were, before pleasure...she politely bows to the elder and asks a question of her own.<br><br>"Is this to be a simple retrieval?&nbsp; Or do you wish those responsible to suffer for their trespass against your people?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 22:41:33</strong>
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				After a price was set, and Yume got some rest for her wings, the trio got ready to go. Well, until then, it was already night, so actually they were ready to start their trip the next morning. The muse accepts grudgingly to accompany them, more swayed by the Sarista asking for her bodyguard's help and the poor fate that awaits the girl in case they fail, than anything else.<br>In the morning, Dingo expressed a desire to join them. "I don't feel like I pulled my own weight last night", as he puts it. Every sword is helpful, and his things are packed and ready, so why not?<br>Then suddenly, the Thalasian expresses a desire to join them, too. He doesn't promise lots of help, outside of gathering rumours, but all he asks for is the story of saving a kidnapped girl. Dingo adds he will keep himself alive in a scrap, so it wouldn't be like adding weight. "People are more likely to talk to a singer", as they both see it.<br><br>The trip is short and uneventful. The city of Chamast that Yume leads them to is recently founded, after water was found underground, and most people met on the road use colourful and humorous names like "Muddy Hole". It's small, probably not even on all cards yet, but the streets are surprisingly broad - most allow for two cars going in the opposite directions to find their way without slowing down - and obviously most people here are part of the trade caravans going to the more desert parts of the continent. Caravans are everywhere, and it seems almost every second person of the local residents is either selling or lending animals, helps into an inn, repairs the cars used for travel, selling booze and other services to the caravan guards, or more than one of these. The ones that get to service the Viragos might have to waive the price of the spirits, but it's part of life.<br>Aevala, who stays behind due to her sudden illness, has warned you to keep your purses tightly shut and in a secure place, and to watch your backs. People can and do get robbed in this place, it seems.<br>They are now standing on the edge of said place, and Yume is leading them forward. Problem is, she shows them an inn, and gives her shriek that means it's the place they were looking for.<br><br>Arathea is remembering her escape away from the Khan. She has only to close her eyes to see his shaved head and scowling grin. He sure will be unhappy that she escaped!<br>On the other hand, opening them doesn't improve things... well, not by much. She sees the face of the sleeping, drunk Arimite she picked up - he probably thought he had picked her up - in the nearby inn. She reached the city hungry, on foot after her animal collapsed under her, and without a lumen in her pockets.<br>Her collar attracted a glance or two, but slavery is not well accepted in Zandir, and the little town she has reached is in Zandir. Of course, it's near the frontier, so people can probably be whisked away to less scrupulous places... Even the Arimite could do it. But he just seemed the easiest to manipulate into buying her a dinner. Well, she wasn't exactly planning to pay for it with her body, but then it wasn't a big deal, either. At least, after it became clear, she was going with his plan for the night, he was treating her like a free woman.<br><em>For now.</em> The whole thing was a dangerous game, but one she's good at.<br>Following an impulse, she leaves the bed. The man looks like he might wake up soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 05:02:41</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she hastily gathers the semi resemblases of clothes she had, trying not to wake the man, she looks around for the mans purse.<br><em>´Never stolen before.. but by the Trinitys Will.. I will survive..´ </em> As she noticed the man, whos name she dont even remember, she knelt and places an wet<strong> kiss </strong>on his lips <strong>"Dear Sir, please continue to sleep... its still night time..."</strong> she kept kneeling by the bed, to watch if the man was soothed back to sleep, before making her move.<br><br>The man smiles in haze grabing her hair for more intense kiss and mutters something about love, before drifting back to sleep, Aratheas smiling beside the bed, knowing her powers over men. She still waits for few more minutes, letting the man get into deep sleep, before going throught he's gears, for the money pouch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 05:33:11</strong>
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				The man didn't really manage to resist her charms. Surely, he reasoned, she wants him to sleep so he would be fresh in the morning for a good round of morning sex?<br>Yes, that was it!<br>He had lost his 27 gold lumens by the time the door closed behind her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 05:57:47</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she left the room and tried to cover herself as best as she could with what she had. She felt dirty from what she had begun, but being starving or worse, it was an trade off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:01:16</strong>
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				Kalaj dismounted from his equs as they entered the main street, if it could be called that...He glanced at the different shops looking for something that might catch his eye, still e made sure to have his pockets safely clsoed, remembering Aevala's advice. He draped his cloak around his shoulders with a strap over his chest and made sure that the bags on the equs were promptlly closed. He led his and the muse's equs towards the inn where Yume took them. "It seems to be here..." He said looking at the door and the sign.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:48:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4547363#msg4547363">Quote from: Miroque on 24-04-2011, 05:57:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she left the room and tried to cover herself as best as she could with what she had. She felt dirty from what she had begun, but being starving or worse, it was an trade off.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>After leaving the room, she found herself in a short, dusky corridor. There were stairs on its end, leading to the common room of the inn where the Arimite had hired a room for them. Said common room was probably more than half-empty in the morning...well, the sun was probably high already, but there were at last a couple hours to noon.<br>She knew, however, that there wasn't a room behind the door next to the stairs. Instead, it was concealing a passageway to the kitchen. The door was there mostly to prevent the odors from reaching the rooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:54:02</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She finishes her dressing in the corridor and then walks out, like nothing had happened. <em>´Sure the barkeep knows waht happend.. but I cant let that slow me down... ´</em> she thought as she walks toward the exit and to seek some other place to have an breakfast, as she now has meens for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 20:09:10</strong>
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				Adjia eyes their destination warily.<br><br>"In here, then," she says.&nbsp; "Well, soonest begun, soonest ended...and mended.&nbsp; A pity for a pittance, but blood is blood and money is money.&nbsp; Let us try to keep them alive for at least a little while, yes?"<br><br>This is the longest speech she's given in days, at least in Kalaj's presence, having spent most of the time in contemplative silence.<br><br>"And if the girl is no longer alive...well, I was only paid to mark them up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 16:34:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4552012#msg4552012">Quote from: Leorobin on 25-04-2011, 09:01:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj dismounted from his equs as they entered the main street, if it could be called that...He glanced at the different shops looking for something that might catch his eye, still e made sure to have his pockets safely clsoed, remembering Aevala's advice. He draped his cloak around his shoulders with a strap over his chest and made sure that the bags on the equs were promptlly closed. He led his and the muse's equs towards the inn where Yume took them. "It seems to be here..." He said looking at the door and the sign.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The door was unremarkable. Well, there were some traces and holes on it, but most didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. Swung blades leave the same when they miss their target and slam into some wood. After someone applies fresh paint over it, it looks just like that door looked.<br>This early in the morning - the sun had recently risen - there weren't any traces of life from it, either.<br>The sign didn't contain any words, just a picture. There were shackles, and there was a hammer next to it, as far as he could tell. Probably the owner didn't expect the clients to be able to read, or at least not in the mood for it.<br>At least, they've had no problems with pickpockets so far.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4553434#msg4553434">Quote from: MadPanda on 25-04-2011, 20:09:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia eyes their destination warily.<br><br>"In here, then," she says.&nbsp; "Well, soonest begun, soonest ended...and mended.&nbsp; A pity for a pittance, but blood is blood and money is money.&nbsp; Let us try to keep them alive for at least a little while, yes?"<br><br>This is the longest speech she's given in days, at least in Kalaj's presence, having spent most of the time in contemplative silence.<br><br>"And if the girl is no longer alive...well, I was only paid to mark them up."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo snorts.<br>"If the girl is alive, it wouldn't do to let them live. I can live with offing them for free, myself! Although I'd expect <strong><em>some</em></strong> kind of recompense".<br>He approaches the door and knocks twice before entering. <em>Basic manners never hurt, except when they're too basic,</em> as the saying goes.<br>There are few people in the common room, where they enter immediately upon opening the door. Most noticeably, there are preciously few women at all, let alone one that matches the description.<br>A man, likely to be the owners, is lazily cleaning the tables. A handful others and a lone woman are having lunch on their respective tables. The lone gal has some kind of a polearm near her, leaning on the wall at less than an arm's reach. She haven't removed her amour, either, and looks like a guard.<br>The men, a bunch from all kinds of places, are drinking heavily, but not showing signs of being drunk. At least, not yet.<br>And from the stairs descends a youthful, petite Dhura. Her lithe body, honey coloured eyes and sensual features, partially hidden by heavy black hair, suddenly attract the attention of everyody in the room.<br>There is a black metal collar with ornates symbols on it around her throats.<br>Dingo stumbles and almost falls upon seeing her, but he's not the only one. Everybody in there - including the Virago and the errands boy not 12 years yet - is looking at her in amazement.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4552103#msg4552103">Quote from: Miroque on 25-04-2011, 09:54:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She finishes her dressing in the corridor and then walks out, like nothing had happened. <em>´Sure the barkeep knows waht happend.. but I cant let that slow me down... ´</em> she thought as she walks toward the exit and to seek some other place to have an breakfast, as she now has meens for it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm assuming that means going in the common room?</div></div>The barkeep doesn't seem to be paying attention. A lone armoured woman is having a solid breakfast in the common room, and a group of men are eating - well, mostly drinking - nearby. And a man just entered through the door, but stumbled and almost fell upon noticing you. From the looks of him, it's a Cymrillian, but he wears a light sword on his belt. Probably not a specialist magician, then. There is a masked woman behind him, and a bird - hawk? - is flying near their heads.<br>Actually, everyone in the room is staring upon Arathea. There is a momentary lull in the conversation.<br>It seems unlikely she'd have any trouble attracting the attention of the barkeep, either. In fact, she already has.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 16:39:35</strong>
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				Adjia rolls her eyes and smiles behind her mask.<br><br>"If it comes to that, you may slay them.&nbsp; All that I ask is that I be granted an opportunity to fulfill my commission while they are still alive.&nbsp; You may slay them after I am done...even if I must work swiftly.&nbsp; As for compensation...you may loot the bodies, if you wish.&nbsp; I shan't stop you."<br><br>Inside, she scans the room carefully...at least until the Dhuna girl appears, and finds her attention locking on the young woman.&nbsp; Unable to help her mind from wandering to some very pleasant thoughts involving a collared playmate and some of the Muse's more athletic games, she has to lick her suddenly dry lips and force herself to turn away.<br><br>"Is that she?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 16:44:18</strong>
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				Dingo looks upon Adjia, and obviously focuses with an effort before shaking his head.<br>"Longer hair, and more petite then the one we're looking for. I doubt it could be her, indeed... But still, a sight to behold, isn't she?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 16:45:51</strong>
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				Adjia sighs.<br><br>"Indeed.&nbsp; I did not think it would be so simple."&nbsp; After a moment, she adds (and Dingo might be able to hear the blush in her voice), "yes, she is distracting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 18:28:15</strong>
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				"Certainly not Sarista..." Kalaj mused as he watched at the Dhura. He had seen a few like her before, slaves to former targets, and the collar around her neck proved that he might be right about that assessment. Still he didn't knew anything about her race, not even its name. Either way she was not what they were looking for. He moved his eyes from the woman that was on the stairs towards the one with armor, he doubted that shewas in league with the priest. Now thew men on the tables...He raised a folded arm for Yume to land on his forearm and instructed her to point out if any of the men that she had seen with the target was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 19:11:06</strong>
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				The bird suddenly flies up, passing over the head of a man at the common table, almost brushes the face of another, and finally makes a circle over the head of the barkeep. Then she returns on the shoulder of the hairy shoulder of the Jakka.<br>One of the men she flew over is probably a local, with an ornate sword at his belt. The other one is an Arimite, or just a particularly ugly local. The barkeep is, well, a pot-bellied barkeep. There are probably thousands like him, including his figure and the shifty eyes.<br>The men start rumbling, especially after one of them finds a feather in his cup. The Virago, however, just laughs.<br>"Smart bird, I see you thought her many tricks," she throws across the room, nodding approvingly. "Thinking of selling it, Jakka? I can give you a good price, if that's the case".<br>She raises her cup, motioning with her head that they're invited to sit at her table.<br>"You can take your friends, too!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 19:32:30</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She moved her eyes quickly around the room, and when she noticed the barkeep, she walked to him, placing one lumen on the table <strong>"I´d like to have some food."</strong><br>Her voice was smooth, like an flowing stream of honey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 22:39:20</strong>
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				"I'm afraid she is a priced gift and a friend, so no, I can't sell her. A Jakka in my trade without his nighthawk is quite hindered." He shook his head lightly as he spoke apologetically, he didn't wished to offend the woman in any way. He lowered his voice so only his companions would hear him. "Yume marked the barkeep, the one with the ornate sword and the one that looks like and Arimite. They either resemble those that were with the target or are the ones that were with her." He looked at the barkeep and thought about asking for a room, he would then be able to move with Yume through the corridors so she could search for the girl's scent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 22:41:23</strong>
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				Adjia, her eyes still glued to the Dhuna's form, nods acknowledgement of Kalaj's comments...then forces herself to study the Arimite as discretely as she can.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 14:17:18</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><br>After making her order, she looked for an empty table, as she did not want any attention at the moment, knowing she had to eat fast, then leave the tavern, maybe even the town. She tried to cover her allmost naked form with the rags she had on, desciding to buy ome clothes withe coins she got, after finishing her breakfast.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 13:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4558709#msg4558709">Quote from: Leorobin on 26-04-2011, 22:39:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm afraid she is a priced gift and a friend, so no, I can't sell her. A Jakka in my trade without his nighthawk is quite hindered." He shook his head lightly as he spoke apologetically, he didn't wished to offend the woman in any way. He lowered his voice so only his companions would hear him. "Yume marked the barkeep, the one with the ornate sword and the one that looks like and Arimite. They either resemble those that were with the target or are the ones that were with her." He looked at the barkeep and thought about asking for a room, he would then be able to move with Yume through the corridors so she could search for the girl's scent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Virago, for she is obviously one, laughs melodically.<br>"Friends that don't sell each other out? Excellent! Have a seat, and maybe you'd get a hawk for me, someday. I could pay you handsomely!"<br>The Arimite, meanwhile, decides to get angry. He's either spoiling for a fight, or there is another reason.<br>"You, furball! Now I've got feathers in my cup! Can't you control your flying steak?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4558716#msg4558716">Quote from: MadPanda on 26-04-2011, 22:41:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia, her eyes still glued to the Dhuna's form, nods acknowledgement of Kalaj's comments...then forces herself to study the Arimite as discretely as she can.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Arimite is big, burly, loud and muscle-bound. Two belts with knives that seem well-balanced for throwing, are crossing his nude, hairy chest.<br>He seems to command the respect of everybody on his table. The only other person that has as much space near him on the crowded table, is the other man Yume "marked". This one seems totally unremarkable, though.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4561969#msg4561969">Quote from: Miroque on 27-04-2011, 14:17:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><br>After making her order, she looked for an empty table, as she did not want any attention at the moment, knowing she had to eat fast, then leave the tavern, maybe even the town. She tried to cover her allmost naked form with the rags she had on, desciding to buy ome clothes withe coins she got, after finishing her breakfast.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>There are empty tables a plenty. There is also that other woman, which seems to command the respect of the rabble.<br>"Is she with you?", she hears the warrior woman asking. She's addressing this question to the Jakka and the tall man that stumbled earlier when she appeared. He is still watching her intently, although it's obvious he's also trying to avoid making her uncomfortable.<br>The tall one seems to pause and think, almost as if he's wondering what to say in answer.<br>Meanwhile, the barkeep's help arrives with a full plate of roasted meat with honeyed fruits. The boy looks at her questioningly, wanting to see where to leave the tray.<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can also describe how he leaves the food and goes back to the kitchen, so as not to interrupt your next post.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 13:27:58</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>Flashing an smile to the servant boy, she just movions the table before her. Lowering his eyes, the boy places the tray there, clearly he was thinking something else, standing there.<br><br><strong>Arathea </strong>starts to wolf down the first hot meal in days, savoyring the sweet tastes, when the burly Arimite starts to make an rable and catch´s her attention, reminding her so well, about the Kang's chaotic ´etiquette´. Finishing her mouthful, before speaking <strong>"Sir, birds dont have fur.. "</strong> she tries to intervene, before anything more dramatic happens, cursing to herself split second after that<em> ´not my problem.. dont stick your nose to other peoples business..´</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 04:07:04</strong>
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				"I'd be honored to take your offer." Kalaj places a paw on one of the chairs and glances at Adjia and the others. He is about to speak when he hears the man that got a feather in his cup speak. His ears twitch at the word, but he shows no other sign of being disturbed. The question from the woman makes him look away, he ponders it for a minute and shakes his head. Turnings towards the Dhuna, after hearing her answer, something not too sharp on her part. "He's calling me furball...And you are right they don't. Also you can't get a steak out of a bird of prey." Standing, he's taller than many and with his body he can easily scare a few from a real fight. <br><br>Being as collected as he is, on a good day, he glances at the Dhuna with amusement and motions to the barman before looking at the Arimite. "I apologize for my friends feather, you see, she likes to stretch her wings now and then. Please bring a new drink to the man." He leaves a moment of silence and thinks briefly, if this is one of the sarista's captors he might be able to make him speak of it..."Let him have his drink and be at ease with that." He raises his tone with a clear imply that the Arimite might be a tad too fond of alcohol.<br><br>&nbsp;He turns towards the Dhuna and offers her a swift grin as a thanks for interceding before returning taking a seat, he still keeps and eye on the Arimite.&nbsp; As he sits Kalaj takes his coat of his shoulders and folds it on his leg, forgetting his queue that now rests over his shoulder and falls towards the front.<br><br>Kalaj brings Yume close to him and lowers his voice, whispering in the 'ear' of the nighthawk. "Look at the windows of the building and try to find the target." He raises his arm as a sign for her to fly off and returns his eyes towards the Virago. "I would never sell a friend. If I set my hands on a nighthawk for you I'll be sure to let you know then." Kalaj remembers his friends and family amongst the Jaka, maybe he could get a nighthawk fledgeling with some training through one of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 05:18:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4570386#msg4570386">Quote from: Miroque on 29-04-2011, 13:27:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>Flashing an smile to the servant boy, she just movions the table before her. Lowering his eyes, the boy places the tray there, clearly he was thinking something else, standing there.<br><br><strong>Arathea </strong>starts to wolf down the first hot meal in days, savoyring the sweet tastes, when the burly Arimite starts to make an rable and catch´s her attention, reminding her so well, about the Kang's chaotic ´etiquette´. Finishing her mouthful, before speaking <strong>"Sir, birds dont have fur.. "</strong> she tries to intervene, before anything more dramatic happens, cursing to herself split second after that<em> ´not my problem.. dont stick your nose to other peoples business..´</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Who's talking to you", one of the men bellows, obviously looking to score points in front of his mates at the expense of weakest prey around.<br>His intentions backfire badly as the Cymrillian swordsman puts a hand on his sword's handle.<br>"A dog that bellows too loudly can get its tongue cut off, cur", he warns him with an almost warm voice. His smile and voice, however, are as cold as ice in the Far North while he's staring in the man's eyes. "Got that?"<br>The man tries to jump back, when his right hand visibly twitches, before releasing the handle. As he was seated, he falls over the edge of the bench instead, prompting nervous laughter from the other men.<br>And then Kalaj decides on his course of action.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4573325#msg4573325">Quote from: Leorobin on 30-04-2011, 04:07:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'd be honored to take your offer." Kalaj places a paw on one of the chairs and glances at Adjia and the others. He is about to speak when he hears the man that got a feather in his cup speak. His ears twitch at the word, but he shows no other sign of being disturbed. The question from the woman makes him look away, he ponders it for a minute and shakes his head. Turnings towards the Dhuna, after hearing her answer, something not too sharp on her part. "He's calling me furball...And you are right they don't. Also you can't get a steak out of a bird of prey." Standing, he's taller than many and with his body he can easily scare a few from a real fight. <br><br>Being as collected as he is, on a good day, he glances at the Dhuna with amusement and motions to the barman before looking at the Arimite. "I apologize for my friends feather, you see, she likes to stretch her wings now and then. Please bring a new drink to the man." He leaves a moment of silence and thinks briefly, if this is one of the sarista's captors he might be able to make him speak of it..."Let him have his drink and be at ease with that." He raises his tone with a clear imply that the Arimite might be a tad too fond of alcohol.<br><br>&nbsp;He turns towards the Dhuna and offers her a swift grin as a thanks for interceding before returning taking a seat, he still keeps and eye on the Arimite.&nbsp; As he sits Kalaj takes his coat of his shoulders and folds it on his leg, forgetting his queue that now rests over his shoulder and falls towards the front.<br><br>Kalaj brings Yume close to him and lowers his voice, whispering in the 'ear' of the nighthawk. "Look at the windows of the building and try to find the target." He raises his arm as a sign for her to fly off and returns his eyes towards the Virago. "I would never sell a friend. If I set my hands on a nighthawk for you I'll be sure to let you know then." Kalaj remembers his friends and family amongst the Jaka, maybe he could get a nighthawk fledgeling with some training through one of them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The bird flies away, as the inn-keeper hurries to carry a cup of wine to the Jakka. The Arimite hums loudly, but it is now quite obvious the Jakka isn't lonely. And who's that girl that spoke on their behalf?<br>He neglects the Jakka's words as he looks around. It seems he's looking around, trying to see through a window and looks at the third man Yume marked. It's almost as if he's expecting advice from him. He is still cleaning his nails with his dagger, though, seemingly oblivious to everything that happened.<br>After fetching the wine, the inn-keeper approaches the group at the Virago's table to take their order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 16:52:57</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She looks at the man speaking to her, and then as the odd Cymrilian <em>´comes to her rescue´</em> she looks at him, finishing her mouthful with hefty sip of her water. <strong>"I need no protectors Cymrilian, and you.. ´sir´, I was just pointing out, that there was no need to bad blood, but I was right, was I not? Birds dont have fur? Why dont you buy me an drink, same your having.. and maybe to the swordfellow aswell"</strong> she nods toward the Cymrilian, as she keeps taunting the man that was ridiculed before his friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 17:31:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4599246#msg4599246">Quote from: Miroque on 05-05-2011, 16:52:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She looks at the man speaking to her, and then as the odd Cymrilian <em>´comes to her rescue´</em> she looks at him, finishing her mouthful with hefty sip of her water. <strong>"I need no protectors Cymrilian, and you.. ´sir´, I was just pointing out, that there was no need to bad blood, but I was right, was I not? Birds dont have fur? Why dont you buy me an drink, same your having.. and maybe to the swordfellow aswell"</strong> she nods toward the Cymrilian, as she keeps taunting the man that was ridiculed before his friends.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Cymrillian looks surprised, eyeing the slim figure, but bows.<br>"Sure you don't. Excuse me for thinking otherwise! By the way, my name is Dinigorgeus, "Cymrillian" is an ethnonym", he answers politely. It seems to take him almost visible effort to turn away and go, but his steps seem to get easier once he reaches the table.<br><br>In turn, the man she addressed earlier smiles sleazily, eyeing her collar. "Sure I'll buy you a drink, cutie! I'd have bought him a drink, too, if he was my friend, but he ain't looking interested! after all"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 17:35:11</strong>
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				Adjia keeps the Arimite under close watch, keeping aloof from her companions' banter for the moment.&nbsp; Something about this situation is bothering her, but she can't quite put her finger on the specifics...so she carefully shifts position, finding a good spot to stand in case of trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 18:15:48</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4599380#msg4599380">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-05-2011, 17:31:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In turn, the man she addressed earlier smiles sleazily, eyeing her collar. "Sure I'll buy you a drink, cutie! I'd have bought him a drink, too, if he was my friend, but he ain't looking interested! after all"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Being very selfconsious about the collar, she touched it and looks down, and grows quiet and returns to her food. Loud mouth clearly was striking soft spot, even all he did was watch. <strong>Arathea</strong> lost the will to mettle her words with the man, still remembering the horrors freshly in her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 13:12:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4599393#msg4599393">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-05-2011, 17:35:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia keeps the Arimite under close watch, keeping aloof from her companions' banter for the moment.&nbsp; Something about this situation is bothering her, but she can't quite put her finger on the specifics...so she carefully shifts position, finding a good spot to stand in case of trouble.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The only place that would give her a positional advantage without it looking suspicious is, actually, next Kalaj and on the far end of the table. Putting a table, chairs and a couple people between her and the group of likely trouble-le.makers would probably give her time to unleash her flying blades in case of problems.<br><br>Meanwhile, while Dingo approaches with a stiff pace to sit with them, Yume flies back in.<br>She screeches something that is only clear to Kalaj.<br><em>"She's there",</em> is what it amounts to. <em>"Room, above ground".</em><br>The Virago just looks at them quizzically and calls a cup of wine for each.<br>"They say animals don't speak, right? But this doesn't mean they don't understand you, my dog can witness on that. Indeed, it seems almost as this one is telling you something, in her own way", she remarks easily, leaning back in her chair, eyes half-closed after a good meal. "One might wonder what it was..."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4599561#msg4599561">Quote from: Miroque on 05-05-2011, 18:15:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>Being very selfconsious about the collar, she touched it and looks down, and grows quiet and returns to her food. Loud mouth clearly was striking soft spot, even all he did was watch. <strong>Arathea</strong> lost the will to mettle her words with the man, still remembering the horrors freshly in her mind.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>While the other group was getting around the Virago, Arathea was getting visibly isolated. The man, on the other hand, seemed to be getting excited, being left alone on the table with such a beauty.<br>"You silent, beauty? Are you thinking about something more than wine? Why, I might like to provide it", he grins. "The good man here offers rooms on the floor above us. How convenient for what you were thinking, indeed!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 18:10:43</strong>
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				Kalaj smiles slightly and nods, he promptly draws a building on a napkin, with the same configuration as the inn, and showed it to Yume. "Where?" He limited himself to ask while taking out a piece of dry meat. "She is quite an intelligent bird. I asked her to find a room with a good view, it seems she has found one of her liking." He turned towards the Virago with the smile on his face, he hoped that she wasn't involved since the woman was clearly trained and ready to fight. He takes the cup to his wine takes a sip, just enough to wet his lips before setting it on the table. He turns towads Adjia with a meaningful glance before returning his look towards the napkin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 20:23:28</strong>
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				Adjia returns Kalaj's look with a slow nod, slow enough to appear unrelated.<br><br>"A room with a view," she repeats dryly.&nbsp; "They'll want you to pay extra for that luxury, no doubt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 21:24:21</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4612170#msg4612170">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-05-2011, 13:12:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">While the other group was getting around the Virago, Arathea was getting visibly isolated. The man, on the other hand, seemed to be getting excited, being left alone on the table with such a beauty.<br>"You silent, beauty? Are you thinking about something more than wine? Why, I might like to provide it", he grins. "The good man here offers rooms on the floor above us. How convenient for what you were thinking, indeed!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>Arathea</strong> looks away from the lecherous man, muttering softly <strong>"Not intrested.." </strong>She knew too well, that it would propably not be enought.. but she didint want to make an scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 03:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4612973#msg4612973">Quote from: Leorobin on 08-05-2011, 18:10:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj smiles slightly and nods, he promptly draws a building on a napkin, with the same configuration as the inn, and showed it to Yume. "Where?" He limited himself to ask while taking out a piece of dry meat. "She is quite an intelligent bird. I asked her to find a room with a good view, it seems she has found one of her liking." He turned towards the Virago with the smile on his face, he hoped that she wasn't involved since the woman was clearly trained and ready to fight. He takes the cup to his wine takes a sip, just enough to wet his lips before setting it on the table. He turns towads Adjia with a meaningful glance before returning his look towards the napkin.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Yume's beak pecks on what is - approximately - the second floor, and looks like the front side of the building.<br>Meanwhile, the Virago laughs.<br>"Are you suggesting anything involving said room?", her eyes flash. "Maybe... maybe it could interest me, if you can prove yourself. But until you do, forget it. If I wanted a weakling, I'd have stayed at home, with my so-called husband".<br>Her voice seems to be dripping with contempt at the last word.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4613360#msg4613360">Quote from: MadPanda on 08-05-2011, 20:23:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia returns Kalaj's look with a slow nod, slow enough to appear unrelated.<br><br>"A room with a view," she repeats dryly.&nbsp; "They'll want you to pay extra for that luxury, no doubt."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo raises a brow.<br>"That much is true", he agrees. "But some views are better than others, and worth paying for. The question is, is this one among them?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4613549#msg4613549">Quote from: Miroque on 08-05-2011, 21:24:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><strong>Arathea</strong> looks away from the lecherous man, muttering softly <strong>"Not intrested.." </strong>She knew too well, that it would propably not be enought.. but she didint want to make an scene.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh", he looks heart-stricken, then his face clears again. Or maybe he's simply better at acting than at taking challenges.<br>"Don't be afraid to admit you want me, cutie! Every true woman wants Alasam... and you certainly look like a true woman to me! Aren't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 10:25:18</strong>
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				"Oh, not quite...but it isn't a bad idea..." Kalaj laughs and pets Yume. She has done a good job and what he requested from her. "I believe it does." Kalaj says turning towards Dingo and then towards the Virago. "And what would be necessary to prove myself?" The woman had caught his interest since they entered the inn but mainly for her guise than other intentions. Yume, glad to be rewarded, but still expecting something else, searched Kalaj's pocket for a piece of dry meat and climbed to his shoulder from his arm, where she snugged.<br><br>He lifts his glance when he hears the man, but remains in his seat and gives no other signs of interest towards that table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 01:37:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"But some views are better than others, and worth paying for. The question is, is this one among them?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This earns Dingo a soft laugh from behind the mask.<br><br>"I have no judgment in these matters.&nbsp; Is there an open air bath next door, for pretty young boys?&nbsp; That might be worth the trouble, do you think?&nbsp; Or Danuvians, if your taste runs that way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 06:43:50</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-<br></strong><br>She looks at <strong>Alasam </strong><strong>"No I ment I dont want you.. something you might find unbelievable, but trust me, womenfolk around the world understands me.. ."</strong> She didint try to say that as insulting as it came out, but there is was, trust to his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4686834#msg4686834">Quote from: Leorobin on 24-05-2011, 10:25:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, not quite...but it isn't a bad idea..." Kalaj laughs and pets Yume. She has done a good job and what he requested from her. "I believe it does." Kalaj says turning towards Dingo and then towards the Virago. "And what would be necessary to prove myself?" The woman had caught his interest since they entered the inn but mainly for her guise than other intentions. Yume, glad to be rewarded, but still expecting something else, searched Kalaj's pocket for a piece of dry meat and climbed to his shoulder from his arm, where she snugged.<br><br>He lifts his glance when he hears the man, but remains in his seat and gives no other signs of interest towards that table.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Virago looks at him quizzically. Or maybe she's enjoying the conversation and trying not to show it. It's hard to tell.<br>"How does a man prove he's not a weakling? Seems to be what all men want to know, and for some reason, most of them ask some woman to tell them! Ah well, displays of valour, cunning and strength usually prove it just fine! Personally, I think it's valour that matters, but don't hesitate to show your strengths".<br>She sips, watching him attentively over the edge of her glass.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4721280#msg4721280">Quote from: MadPanda on 01-06-2011, 01:37:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">This earns Dingo a soft laugh from behind the mask.<br><br>"I have no judgment in these matters.&nbsp; Is there an open air bath next door, for pretty young boys?&nbsp; That might be worth the trouble, do you think?&nbsp; Or Danuvians, if your taste runs that way."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo looks aghast.<br>"Pretty young boys are not what would tempt me", he declares. "Danuvians, however... well, I might show them something, if they're willing to show me what they've got".<br>This earns him a chuckle from the virago. As she was drinking at the time, she almost blurts wine through her nose.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4722864#msg4722864">Quote from: Miroque on 01-06-2011, 06:43:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-<br></strong><br>She looks at <strong>Alasam </strong><strong>"No I ment I dont want you.. something you might find unbelievable, but trust me, womenfolk around the world understands me.. ."</strong> She didint try to say that as insulting as it came out, but there is was, trust to his face.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The line gets his friends laughing at him. They seem to enjoy the opportunity to get an easy target for their jokes. The man tries to rise, but an especially filthy line about him and some goats running as soon as they see him gets him confused and looking around, as if an answer was written somewhere on the wall. Only the leader doesn't seem interested, for some reason. In fact, he seems to be watching the other group.<br>The only man on their table that kept silent so far rises, and approaches her, as the slurs keep raining on their associate. It's the one with an ornate sword, you remember the bird flew over him last time. He didn't seem to move, watching through the window.<br>"I see you've got more balls than this wreck", he says flatly. "Mind taking your plate along and joining us for a drink? And I might have an offer for you, if you promise not to kiss anyone..."<br>He smiles, but his eyes remain distant.<br>"It would fire too much passions. We're trying to keep things under our control, here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:26:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4744396#msg4744396">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-06-2011, 18:21:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dingo looks aghast.<br>"Pretty young boys are not what would tempt me", he declares. "Danuvians, however... well, I might show them something, if they're willing to show me what they've got".<br>This earns him a chuckle from the virago. As she was drinking at the time, she almost blurts wine through her nose.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia nods and laughs as well.<br><br>"Danuvian men are not worthy of consideration, then, I suppose?&nbsp; Although one hears the most amusing tales..."&nbsp; She turns to the Virago.&nbsp; "No slight intended, of course, but the temptation to have a man around who is used to being given the treatment that some men give their women is a surprisingly popular one in some circles.&nbsp; Has any considered exporting them to, say, Arim to compete with the poor Batrean concubines?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:40:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4744415#msg4744415">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-06-2011, 18:26:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia nods and laughs as well.<br><br>"Danuvian men are not worthy of consideration, then, I suppose?&nbsp; Although one hears the most amusing tales..."&nbsp; She turns to the Virago.&nbsp; "No slight intended, of course, but the temptation to have a man around who is used to being given the treatment that some men give their women is a surprisingly popular one in some circles.&nbsp; Has any considered exporting them to, say, Arim to compete with the poor Batrean concubines?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo just shrugs and mutters something implying Danuvian men "aren't much as rivals go". The virago looks interested. She even considers it for a few seconds before replying.<br>"I don't think anyone has ever had this idea, no. Equses for courses, sure, but even if we were prone to selling them, I don't see any buyers. What woman would be deluded enough to buy a bunch of weaklings? I mean, they're mostly good for one job".<br>She shakes her head and eyes the masked girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:58:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4744396#msg4744396">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-06-2011, 18:21:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The line gets his friends laughing at him. They seem to enjoy the opportunity to get an easy target for their jokes. The man tries to rise, but an especially filthy line about him and some goats running as soon as they see him gets him confused and looking around, as if an answer was written somewhere on the wall. Only the leader doesn't seem interested, for some reason. In fact, he seems to be watching the other group. The only man on their table that kept silent so far rises, and approaches her, as the slurs keep raining on their associate. It's the one with an ornate sword, you remember the bird flew over him last time. He didn't seem to move, watching through the window.<br>"I see you've got more balls than this wreck", he says flatly. "Mind taking your plate along and joining us for a drink? And I might have an offer for you, if you promise not to kiss anyone..." He smiles, but his eyes remain distant. "It would fire too much passions. We're trying to keep things under our control, here!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She raises her eyes from the food she's wolfing down, when the man mentions an offer <strong>"Sit down sir, and let me hear your offer then? I´m not keen to sit by your stinking fellowmen, no offense there.. but its as I washed and all.. " </strong>she admires the man with her eyes and cant stop looking at the sword and the muscles of his biceps. "<strong>atleast you didnt call me an whore out in the open.."</strong> she speaks in lower tone, so the man hear's her but silent enought that it dont carry to the ends of the room. Her eyes have that something, when she watches the man, as trying to read him. <em>´Odd man, he seems to know about the Kiss of the Gods...I wonder if he has been kiss'd before...´</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 19:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4744481#msg4744481">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-06-2011, 18:40:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't think anyone has ever had this idea, no. Equses for courses, sure, but even if we were prone to selling them, I don't see any buyers. What woman would be deluded enough to buy a bunch of weaklings? I mean, they're mostly good for one job".<br>She shakes her head and eyes the masked girl.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That is more or less the job for which they'd be purchased.&nbsp; I know many a good Arimite wife neglected because her brute of a husband prefers Batreans.&nbsp; Having a pretty little man for her very own might go a ways to alleviating a certain amount of stress, yes?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 02:15:55</strong>
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				Kalaj nods and ponders on what he could show to prove himself, if he had to. He does boasts of physical strenght and valour but either are difficult to prove, at least without causing an uproar. His paw moves breifly to his queu, wondering if having it would prove that he has valour and strenght enough...Being worthy of such recognition amongst the Kang, that is. He decides toremain silent, not being one to boost about himself if not necessary.<br><br>Kalaj lets a low chuckle at the conversation the others are having, being fairly amused by it. He gives some attention to Arathea and the men, only enough to notice the one that seems to be leader is looking at them. He wonders if he should wait longer to go and look for the Sarista girl or if he should act now and let the others know somehow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 02:36:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4744565#msg4744565">Quote from: Miroque on 05-06-2011, 18:58:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She raises her eyes from the food she's wolfing down, when the man mentions an offer <strong>"Sit down sir, and let me hear your offer then? I´m not keen to sit by your stinking fellowmen, no offense there.. but its as I washed and all.. " </strong>she admires the man with her eyes and <br>cant stop looking at the sword and the muscles of his biceps. "<strong>atleast you didnt call me an whore out in the open.."</strong> she speaks in lower tone, so the man hear's her but silent enought that it dont carry to the ends of the room. Her eyes have that something, when she watches the man, as trying to read him. <em>´Odd man, he seems to know about the Kiss of the Gods...I wonder if he has been kiss'd before...´</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man hesitated, than sat down.<br>''A Dhuna in the city"... his words were slightly elongated. "No protectors. No fawning suitors. Not even a rich guy to pay your bills, and for personal guard of Tralls. But then", he leaned forward, "no female Thralls keeping you at his beck and call either. So, I take it you're new around here. What are you looking for, little witch? In this town, I provide people with whatever they want, depending on their imagination... and they pay me or do other things for me, in turn. There are things you can do for me, but let me start with this first. What can I do for you?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4744735#msg4744735">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-06-2011, 19:47:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That is more or less the job for which they'd be purchased.&nbsp; I know many a good Arimite wife neglected because her brute of a husband prefers Batreans.&nbsp; Having a pretty little man for her very own might go a ways to alleviating a certain amount of stress, yes?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Still can't see why she'd want a man like this", the Virago shakes her head. "What fun is it to shag a man that's not your equal or better? Procreating is a duty, but to inflict a weakling upon yourself would take a highly unusual outlook on life! And paying for one is just laughable!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4761156#msg4761156">Quote from: Leorobin on 09-06-2011, 02:15:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj nods and ponders on what he could show to prove himself, if he had to. He does boasts of physical strenght and valour but either are difficult to prove, at least without causing an uproar. His paw moves breifly to his queu, wondering if having it would prove that he has valour and strenght enough...Being worthy of such recognition amongst the <strong>Danuvians,</strong> that is. He decides toremain silent, not being one to boost about himself if not necessary.<br><br>Kalaj lets a low chuckle at the conversation the others are having, being fairly amused by it. He gives some attention to Arathea and the men, only enough to notice the one that seems to be leader is looking at them. He wonders if he should wait longer to go and look for the Sarista girl or if he should act now and let the others know somehow.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Nothing interesting happens as the woman seems to be talking to a man who just sat at her table. He seems to keep his distance, though, and everything you could make of his voice suggests any possible connection between them to be devoid of emotion. He's looking at her intently.<br><br>The innkeeper, however, was only too happy to rent them a room. He mentions being more used to rent them to couples, but when Dingo calmly puts his hand on his sword, adds furtively there are some rooms that would be big enough for three, and of course, they would bring an extra bed if they didn't want to share one. Of course, he wasn't implying anything, he assures them, as the Cymrillian's eyes have turned to small pieces of a material unseen in this tradetown near the hot desert sun. Ice.<br>Dingo remains silent, but his hand leaves the scabbard at least. The room is well-lit, big enough for three, and has a couple places to attach chains.<br>"Of course, there are no slaves in the Seven Kingdoms", the tavern-keeper explains. "But sometimes, some customers ask for this in three-bed rooms. Never knew why, but it's not my job, either. I only provide them with what they need!"<br>The room is on the second floor, and the door is from massive wood. It can also be barred from the inside, and has a lock, but he doesn't give you a key, explaining that most customers feel the bars are enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 05:49:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Still can't see why she'd want a man like this", the Virago shakes her head. "What fun is it to shag a man that's not your equal or better? Procreating is a duty, but to inflict a weakling upon yourself would take a highly unusual outlook on life! And paying for one is just laughable!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I believe they wish to know, at least in part, what it is to be a Danuvian Virago."&nbsp; Adjia's voice smiles.&nbsp; "And perhaps, since it is pleasure and the thrill of domination they seek rather than strong girl-children, a weakling would serve their purposes better than a virile Thrall or the handsomest poet-swordsman in Zandu."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4856930#msg4856930">Quote from: MadPanda on 29-06-2011, 05:49:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I believe they wish to know, at least in part, what it is to be a Danuvian Virago."&nbsp; Adjia's voice smiles.&nbsp; "And perhaps, since it is pleasure and the thrill of domination they seek rather than strong girl-children, a weakling would serve their purposes better than a virile Thrall or the handsomest poet-swordsman in Zandu."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The virago almost chokes on her wine. She seems... well, surprised, as far as Adjia can tell.<br>"You know lots of weird gals... but then, I can think of a cousin that would likely sell her man. She's got enough daughters as it is, so he's mostly a bore. I'm sure she'd consider selling him... as long as he would be treated well!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 19:26:04</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As the man sits down and starts to spill his beans, her eyes grow widen.<strong> "What you can do for me ? eh.. I´m not used to be the one asked.. "</strong> She looks at his eyes <strong>"but its true I´m new here.. and I would like to get going.. as soon as I can gather some money"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 05:50:48</strong>
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				The man smiles contentedly, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands on his stomach.<br>"I want to know your price before explaining my plans, is why I'm asking. If I can't, no point in debating it further, right?... Money is fine, as long as the amount is reasonable, I'm sure I could meet it... "<br>He leans back forward, putting his hands on the table.<br>"Would you agree to kiss a guy for it - the way I warned you to avoid - and ask him for to make you a favour? Of course, I'd be the one who gets a favour, but that's why it's a deal! You can now name your price, and I'll see whether I can meet it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 09:49:01</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She raises an eyebrow <em>´this man really knows his salt´</em><br><br><strong>"Who would be this man, so I can name my price.. to some, its more like an drug.. and they might go miles to get it again, if you know what I mean...and I dont want someone trailing me for days to come, if the price was too low."</strong> She takes another bite form the plate and chews it while speaking<strong> "as it was you who brought this up, make me an offer that I dont want to turn down."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 11:47:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man hesitated, almost taken over by her charm, before laughing.<br>"Care not, I guarantee that what I'm going to ask him will make it impossible for him to follow you! You said you're planning to leave, no?"<br>He smiles and looks her squarely in the eyes, squinting like a bird of prey. Actually, his eyes are as yellow as the bird she saw earlier.<br>"On the other hand, I'm not going to name him before you agree. So name your price, and tell me whether you prefer money or goods!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 12:34:26</strong>
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				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><strong>"Names of the flatlanders mean nothing to me, but if the man in question holds some power, I need to be more careful on my dealings. And I prefer coins or jewelry. As I´m going to make my leave from this town, I need to be able to carry everything."</strong><br><br>She pushes the near empty plate away and takes an wolfing quaff from her mug.<strong> "Purse on your belt should cover it"</strong> As she had no idea how much she could ask for something like that, nor did she have any idea of the target.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 05:14:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4857974#msg4857974">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 29-06-2011, 09:52:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The virago almost chokes on her wine. She seems... well, surprised, as far as Adjia can tell.<br>"You know lots of weird gals... but then, I can think of a cousin that would likely sell her man. She's got enough daughters as it is, so he's mostly a bore. I'm sure she'd consider selling him... as long as he would be treated well!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"It is merely an idle thought, I promise.&nbsp; Buying and selling of man-flesh is of little interest to me, whatever the profit.&nbsp; I would wager the Batreans feel the same, and the Sawila, but they are rarely given any choice in the matter."&nbsp; Now Adjia chuckles softly.&nbsp; "Have you never seen the way an Arimite swain treats his lady love?&nbsp; They are not a people given to tender affections and gentle caresses.&nbsp; Blows, buffets, and coarse words are what most blushing brides may expect.&nbsp; One would think they expect their women to be tougher than Kang, the way they beat them.&nbsp; Joyless people, Arimites."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 06:54:46</strong>
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				Once in the room, Kalaj closed the door and looked at those on the room, making sure that the innkeeper had left already. "If my estimations are correct, according to what Yume saw, our target is on the room next to this one...If I'm wrong then maybe on the one next to that one...Either way, we have to decide on what we are going to do."<br><br>Kalaj's eyes wandered on the room, looking at the window and any other feture of the room that stood out or could help them He wondered how firm and thick were the walls and if they would be able to be taken down with a good cut or with a blow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 15:43:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4863120#msg4863120">Quote from: Miroque on 30-06-2011, 12:34:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><strong>"Names of the flatlanders mean nothing to me, but if the man in question holds some power, I need to be more careful on my dealings. And I prefer coins or jewelry. As I´m going to make my leave from this town, I need to be able to carry everything."</strong><br><br>She pushes the near empty plate away and takes an wolfing quaff from her mug.<strong> "Purse on your belt should cover it"</strong> As she had no idea how much she could ask for something like that, nor did she have any idea of the target.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man smiles and throws his purse on the table without hesitation.<br>"He doesn't hold any power, but indeed, his father does... so you might have to leave, or cover your tracks. Or I could cover them for you, but it's going to be another deal. It's Jalwak, the Gobernor's son. My men will show him to you. Kiss him, and ask him nicely to challenge the man with the serpent tattoo to a duel. I'll leave the details to you! Of course, needless to say that our deal is not to be made public!"<br>He turns, and points at a man at the other table, seems to be an Arimite as well... although there is something weird about the way he moves.<br>Either way, the man jumps immediately, and approaches you.<br>"Show her Jalwak!"<br>The order requires execution, and the man only nods. You have no doubts he'd do exactly what he was told.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4866894#msg4866894">Quote from: MadPanda on 01-07-2011, 05:14:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It is merely an idle thought, I promise.&nbsp; Buying and selling of man-flesh is of little interest to me, whatever the profit.&nbsp; I would wager the Batreans feel the same, and the Sawila, but they are rarely given any choice in the matter."&nbsp; Now Adjia chuckles softly.&nbsp; "Have you never seen the way an Arimite swain treats his lady love?&nbsp; They are not a people given to tender affections and gentle caresses.&nbsp; Blows, buffets, and coarse words are what most blushing brides may expect.&nbsp; One would think they expect their women to be tougher than Kang, the way they beat them.&nbsp; Joyless people, Arimites."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I agree", the Virago concedes. "Joyless they are. But you overestimate how much abuse there is... nobody wants to get an order on his head, and everybody can put an order on anyone".<br>She shrugs.<br>"Neither is the way of the Virago, anyway... I'd cut any husband that brutalizes me myself. And you just prove my point - the Arimites themselves don't take particular pleasure in beating their wives. Why would an arimite female want to have a mate that's only good for punching?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4886060#msg4886060">Quote from: Leorobin on 05-07-2011, 06:54:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Once in the room, Kalaj closed the door and looked at those on the room, making sure that the innkeeper had left already. "If my estimations are correct, according to what Yume saw, our target is on the room next to this one...If I'm wrong then maybe on the one next to that one...Either way, we have to decide on what we are going to do."<br><br>Kalaj's eyes wandered on the room, looking at the window and any other feture of the room that stood out or could help them He wondered how firm and thick were the walls and if they would be able to be taken down with a good cut or with a blow.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The walls seemed made of thick wood. If someone could indeed cut through them, it would most likely require magic and supreme skill with the weapon. And the weapon better be an axe.<br>Several blows with an axe might well do the trick, though, even without magic. Strangely enough, the floor seemed less thick than the walls, from the sound it made when they walked on it. It was quite possibly true about the ceiling. At least, the sound was similar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 16:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4916906#msg4916906">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 12-07-2011, 15:43:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man smiles and throws his purse on the table without hesitation.<br>"He doesn't hold any power, but indeed, his father does... so you might have to leave, or cover your tracks. Or I could cover them for you, but it's going to be another deal. It's Jalwak, the Gobernor's son. My men will show him to you. Kiss him, and ask him nicely to challenge the man with the serpent tattoo to a duel. I'll leave the details to you! Of course, needless to say that our deal is not to be made public!"<br>He turns, and points at a man at the other table, seems to be an Arimite as well... although there is something weird about the way he moves.<br>Either way, the man jumps immediately, and approaches you.<br>"Show her Jalwak!"<br>The order requires execution, and the man only nods. You have no doubts he'd do exactly what he was told.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She looks at the oddly moving man, and after finishing her meal, she raises. <strong>"Would you accomppany me then, sir?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 05:52:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4916906#msg4916906">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 12-07-2011, 15:43:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I agree", the Virago concedes. "Joyless they are. But you overestimate how much abuse there is... nobody wants to get an order on his head, and everybody can put an order on anyone".<br>She shrugs.<br>"Neither is the way of the Virago, anyway... I'd cut any husband that brutalizes me myself. And you just prove my point - the Arimites themselves don't take particular pleasure in beating their wives. Why would an Arimite female want to have a mate that's only good for punching?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia's laughter is soft, almost musical.<br><br>"It was not punching that I had in mind, if you must know.&nbsp; But leave that aside, for if you are not in favor of the idea I shall not press.&nbsp; I am, as I said, not so inclined myself to use men in such fashion."<br><br>She gestures to the woman's blade.<br><br>"How is business, if I may inquire out of respectful and honorable curiosity?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 01:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4917037#msg4917037">Quote from: Miroque on 12-07-2011, 16:30:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She looks at the oddly moving man, and after finishing her meal, she raises. <strong>"Would you accomppany me then, sir?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He nods.<br>"Sure", is the curt answer as he goes towards the door. He's definitely moving in a way that's not expected of someone with so many obvious muscles... and his voice was too cultured and polite.<br>Most people wouldn't notice that, though, Aathea knows. Even she might have missed it.<br><br>Once outside, the man is taciturn, and leads her fast towards the centre of the city. He stops in a small street, not different from the ones nearby. Across the street, there is a home with a big open garden. There, under the shadow of some tree, a group of youths is drinking and laughing around a table, while some musician is performing a soft melody you don't recognize.<br>The guys look like rich (to a different degree, of course), well-dressed, in expensive clothes with golden thread.<br>"The blond guy in blue", is all her guide says. "He's the target you were paid for. Ask him to fight the Zandir with the sleight sword in red, the one that just pinched the serving wench's butt. They're now playing this game of theirs", he spits.<br>It seems like a war game, and unworthy of the hate in his tone, but the hate is there.<br>Except these two, there are three other guys. A Cymrillian, another Zandu, and a Trall are discussing something, and - amazingly - laughing at what the Trall seems to be telling them. Since he haven't stopped talking, it looks like a story, but a Trall telling funny stories?<br>Incredible in itself.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4920129#msg4920129">Quote from: MadPanda on 13-07-2011, 05:52:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia's laughter is soft, almost musical.<br><br>"It was not punching that I had in mind, if you must know.&nbsp; But leave that aside, for if you are not in favor of the idea I shall not press.&nbsp; I am, as I said, not so inclined myself to use men in such fashion."<br><br>She gestures to the woman's blade.<br><br>"How is business, if I may inquire out of respectful and honorable curiosity?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The woman smiles.<br>"My business is well. My employer, though, met an untimely ruin - I guess this makes him my former employer, but habits die slowly. I'll need another cup of wine to kill off this one" - she gestures to the tavernkeeper for the weapon of habit-killing. "He bought some locks, and was trying to sell them, but it turned out the locals had all they needed. And the price of his silks had dropped, since three other caravans have arrived last week... so he was unable to do anything but pay us, after selling his wares, and possibly get a cheap whore. I guess he should be looking for one now, drunk and miserable. Me? I'll down a few cups, and look for another caravan to guard tomorrow. To me, it makes little difference what I protect!"<br>Her laugh at the end is probably at the expense of all her past and current employers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 16:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4941685#msg4941685">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-07-2011, 01:41:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He nods.<br>"Sure", is the curt answer as he goes towards the door. He's definitely moving in a way that's not expected of someone with so many obvious muscles... and his voice was too cultured and polite.<br>Most people wouldn't notice that, though, Aathea knows. Even she might have missed it.<br><br>Once outside, the man is taciturn, and leads her fast towards the centre of the city. He stops in a small street, not different from the ones nearby. Across the street, there is a home with a big open garden. There, under the shadow of some tree, a group of youths is drinking and laughing around a table, while some musician is performing a soft melody you don't recognize.<br>The guys look like rich (to a different degree, of course), well-dressed, in expensive clothes with golden thread.<br>"The blond guy in blue", is all her guide says. "He's the target you were paid for. Ask him to fight the Zandir with the sleight sword in red, the one that just pinched the serving wench's butt. They're now playing this game of theirs", he spits.<br>It seems like a war game, and unworthy of the hate in his tone, but the hate is there.<br>Except these two, there are three other guys. A Cymrillian, another Zandu, and a Trall are discussing something, and - amazingly - laughing at what the Trall seems to be telling them. Since he haven't stopped talking, it looks like a story, but a Trall telling funny stories?<br>Incredible in itself.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She looked at the men.<strong> "Should I ask why your master wants them in trouble ?"</strong> she looked at her comppanion. But without waitting for an answer, she started to walk toward the group of men, looking for an place to sit near the musicians. She made sure, her dress was appropriately revealing, yet leaving enought to be descired.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 19:41:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4944456#msg4944456">Quote from: Miroque on 18-07-2011, 16:13:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She looked at the men.<strong> "Should I ask why your master wants them in trouble ?"</strong> she looked at her comppanion. But without waitting for an answer, she started to walk toward the group of men, looking for an place to sit near the musicians. She made sure, her dress was appropriately revealing, yet leaving enought to be descired.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Even if he answered that, she didn't hear the words.<br><br>The musicians are, of course, delighted in making the required place. Despite sitting on a log, they remain close to her, for some reason.<br>The opponent of her target notices her, and it's easy to tell his attention is no longer on the game. The same goes for the other three... the Trall finishes his tale - which involves a Batrean, two men from Zandir and an Aamanian, it seems - but nobody is really listening to him. They are watching the unknown woman, although they all applauded him politely.<br><br>The only person that's not paying her any attention, is her target. The blond guy is concentrated on his turn, and seems to have no eyes but for the desk with figures of small soldiers. They seem to be in the final stage of a battle to capture some fort, or whatever the wooden box is supposed to represent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 12:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4945122#msg4945122">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-07-2011, 19:41:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Even if he answered that, she didn't hear the words.<br><br>The musicians are, of course, delighted in making the required place. Despite sitting on a log, they remain close to her, for some reason.<br>The opponent of her target notices her, and it's easy to tell his attention is no longer on the game. The same goes for the other three... the Trall finishes his tale - which involves a Batrean, two men from Zandir and an Aamanian, it seems - but nobody is really listening to him. They are watching the unknown woman, although they all applauded him politely.<br><br>The only person that's not paying her any attention, is her target. The blond guy is concentrated on his turn, and seems to have no eyes but for the desk with figures of small soldiers. They seem to be in the final stage of a battle to capture some fort, or whatever the wooden box is supposed to represent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She listened the musicians for few moments, as to cool herself off. She casually noticed the men playing the wargame, and was seemingly intrested about it, making her way to the group. As she moved, she tossed an coin from the pouch toward the musicians smiling openly to them, as she indeed did liked their performance.<br><br>As she reached the men playing, she kept good few feets away, just watching and hoping some of them would speak to her. She had no idea, what the game was about, but it worked as an spring board for her plan, so she faked intrest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 02:35:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jalwak either has a one-track mind to put any Thrall to shame, or is blind, for he keeps not noticing the Dhuna beauty nearby.<br>His friend, however, raises from his seat and marches towards her. The Gobernor's son doesn't seem to mind.<br>"Greetings, charming unknown&nbsp; lady! Are you a musician, or are you here to find some shadow and maybe an interesting conversation, a game, or a tale? If so, you might be better served at our table!"<br>He extends his hand towards her, obviously to help her raise from her seat if she chooses to come over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 04:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4941685#msg4941685">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-07-2011, 01:41:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The woman smiles.<br>"My business is well. My employer, though, met an untimely ruin - I guess this makes him my former employer, but habits die slowly. I'll need another cup of wine to kill off this one" - she gestures to the tavernkeeper for the weapon of habit-killing. "He bought some locks, and was trying to sell them, but it turned out the locals had all they needed. And the price of his silks had dropped, since three other caravans have arrived last week... so he was unable to do anything but pay us, after selling his wares, and possibly get a cheap whore. I guess he should be looking for one now, drunk and miserable. Me? I'll down a few cups, and look for another caravan to guard tomorrow. To me, it makes little difference what I protect!"<br>Her laugh at the end is probably at the expense of all her past and current employers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Then, sister, I wish you well."<br><br>Adjia rises, bows.<br><br>"May your next contract be good money for easy work."<br><br>She turns and heads for the stairs as if going about her own business, intending on trying a little recon by pretense!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 08:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4973969#msg4973969">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-07-2011, 02:35:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jalwak either has a one-track mind to put any Thrall to shame, or is blind, for he keeps not noticing the Dhuna beauty nearby.<br>His friend, however, raises from his seat and marches towards her. The Gobernor's son doesn't seem to mind.<br>"Greetings, charming unknown&nbsp; lady! Are you a musician, or are you here to find some shadow and maybe an interesting conversation, a game, or a tale? If so, you might be better served at our table!"<br>He extends his hand towards her, obviously to help her raise from her seat if she chooses to come over.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>-Arathea-<br></strong><strong>"Why thank you, good sir. I´m jsut an lowly girl, looking for shade."</strong> she let out an blush as she turned her eyes slightly towards ground.<strong> "But that game you and your friends were playing, it amazes me."</strong> She also takes the given hand and follows the man, without hesitation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 01:00:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj moves to the window and opens it, leaning outside to see if the window of the next room is close enough or if it has a balcony of sorts they could use. It was a possible entry way after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 11:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4975611#msg4975611">Quote from: Miroque on 25-07-2011, 08:54:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><br>-Arathea-<br></strong><strong>"Why thank you, good sir. I´m jsut an lowly girl, looking for shade."</strong> she let out an blush as she turned her eyes slightly towards ground.<strong> "But that game you and your friends were playing, it amazes me."</strong> She also takes the given hand and follows the man, without hesitation.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh really?", the man sounds amazed, but quickly gathers his mind, and his eyes gleam. "Then, charming unknown, let me introduce you to Jalwak, here! He's usually bored with people that can't appreciate the beauty of that game. I admit it's a deeply hidden beauty to think how to make a figure retreat into a circle of enemies, so you could take it without blood... Hey! Jalwak!"<br>The man in question raises his head, seemingly unhappy to be interrupted. He seems to only notice Arathea now!<br>"Jalwak, let me introduce you to... what's your name? Anyway, she seems to be fascinated with the game!"<br>And only now does the man start to pay attention.<br>"Oh really?", he sounds suspicious. "Are you familiar with the rules, then...excuse me, I didn't hear your name?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5001409#msg5001409">Quote from: Leorobin on 31-07-2011, 01:00:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj moves to the window and opens it, leaning outside to see if the window of the next room is close enough or if it has a balcony of sorts they could use. It was a possible entry way after all.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The window of the next room is close enough, if you have anyone to hold you by the ankle, he supposes. Of course, it would be better to do that at night. The next building over - a home, it seems, or at least nothing with a clear goal - is close enough to see you getting out.<br>At night, people might also be less likely to be passing nearby.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4974319#msg4974319">Quote from: MadPanda on 25-07-2011, 04:02:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Then, sister, I wish you well."<br><br>Adjia rises, bows.<br><br>"May your next contract be good money for easy work."<br><br>She turns and heads for the stairs as if going about her own business, intending on trying a little recon by pretense!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Virago waves her goodbye with her glass, seemingly oblivious.<br>"And same to you, whatever it is that you do for a living", she replies.<br>There's nothing and nobody to stop Adjia from getting to the second floor. People seem to assume she's following Kalaj. Of course, she could just try to go up and sneak up to wherever she wants. It's not like she can actually hide, but she can count on her lucky moon...<br>Decisions have to be made quickly, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 17:21:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia slips closer to Kalaj.<br><br>"Any idea where we might find our quarry," she mutters softly.&nbsp; "This hunting business is not quite so simple as I'd hoped, and I'd not thought it would be simple."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 17:56:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5029551#msg5029551">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-08-2011, 11:39:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh really?", the man sounds amazed, but quickly gathers his mind, and his eyes gleam. "Then, charming unknown, let me introduce you to Jalwak, here! He's usually bored with people that can't appreciate the beauty of that game. I admit it's a deeply hidden beauty to think how to make a figure retreat into a circle of enemies, so you could take it without blood... Hey! Jalwak!"<br>The man in question raises his head, seemingly unhappy to be interrupted. He seems to only notice Arathea now!<br>"Jalwak, let me introduce you to... what's your name? Anyway, she seems to be fascinated with the game!"<br>And only now does the man start to pay attention.<br>"Oh really?", he sounds suspicious. "Are you familiar with the rules, then...excuse me, I didn't hear your name?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She smiled to all of them, and as they greeted her. <strong>"Oh, I´m sorry mi´lords, my name is Arathea, and no, I dont know the rules of the game.. It seems hard to learn.. "</strong> she slightly moved lock of hair from her face, revealing her bright eyes. <strong>"but its like warware, mens business.."</strong> her eyes never left <strong>Jalwak</strong>, but her posture was meek and submissive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 07:31:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"According to Yume it is in the next room. Still I guess it would tricky to just barge in through the front door if she is guarded." Kalaj moved back inside and looked at Adjia. "The window is close enough to get to with some help, but in broad daylight....I don't know. Any ideas?" This work was getting more troublesome that he had foreseen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 05:09:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Barging in through the door is the last thing anyone will expect," Adjia says, her voice carrying a tinge of amusement.&nbsp; "It would also be quite foolhardy.&nbsp; Thus, I am inclined to think that it might actually work.&nbsp; Not that I am at all inclined to foolhardy risks...how much money do you have on you, by the by?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 14:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5030419#msg5030419">Quote from: Miroque on 06-08-2011, 17:56:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She smiled to all of them, and as they greeted her. <strong>"Oh, I´m sorry mi´lords, my name is Arathea, and no, I dont know the rules of the game.. It seems hard to learn.. "</strong> she slightly moved lock of hair from her face, revealing her bright eyes. <strong>"but its like warware, mens business.."</strong> her eyes never left <strong>Jalwak</strong>, but her posture was meek and submissive.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man nodded.<br>"Ah well, it's still wonderful that you're interested at all! Most people, including many men, can't get the intricacies... Care to learn it? It's not hard at all! See, when two figures are about to face each other, there are only several factors to consider - range, how close they are to other of their colour, and relative strengths and weaknesses. Then you can predict whether a charge would break their formation and make them retreat - see, the figures are representing formations - or it might break yours, or..."<br>His voice is getting more and more enthusiastic and the movements of his hands are getting more vigorous. He only stops to make a move.<br>"Wait for a while until I finish this one. Now, my friend", he turns to the Zandu - "This soldier gets here, reinforcing the line and getting in range. Your cavalry runs from the pikes, into the zone my horse archers cover. It's destroyed, and the route will make your other cavalry hesitate. From here, the horse archers strike at the flank of your War Leader's guards. They're of the same strength, and with the flanking, I turn to the run or rout your general. Victory is mine!"<br>The other man drops at the bench and sighs.<br>"Again. Have you lost in the last decade?"<br>"No, but I had three draws", Jalwak states matter-of-factly. "You were close to the fourth one, too".<br>Then he sweeps the deck and turns to Arathea.<br>"Now, this was a demonstration, but see how it might have turned out..."<br>He's ready to start showing her combinations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 14:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She watches the demostration with faked intrest, as she have absolutely no previous knowledge of the game, but when <strong>Jalwak </strong>starts to give her lesson, she gets into it, letting their hands ´accidentaly´touch time to time. Everytime it happends, she moists her lips with the tip of her tongue, but keeps her eyes away from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 05:32:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Money? I have enough to pay for the room and my needs...Unless you require some more specific information and I'd like to know why." Kalaj frowned at the last question while considering barging in. They could get the surprise on their side and perhaps get an upperhand on whoever is guarding her. At least he hoped their target was on that room. "About barging in, I think I agree with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 18:02:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, well.&nbsp; It will not matter, but I shall thus have to restrain myself.&nbsp; Let us give them a surprise, when you are ready to go forth.&nbsp; I shall be directly behind you, and then upon them as space permits.&nbsp; Hopefully the girl lives yet."<br><br>Adjia pauses.<br><br>"Fanatics!&nbsp; Fortunate for them that I took a vow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 23:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Restrain yourself? If it was a loan what you sought I might have means to make it happen, at least until we are rewarded." Kalaj stared at Adjia with a furred eyebrow and shrugged. It was her who asked about his funds afterall. He glanced at the wall that divided theri room with the next and nodded. "Yes, hopefully. Shall we call for the rest of the party for reinforcements? Or try to accomplish this on our own and get the rewards for ourselves...And should we try it now or later...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 09:44:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5052019#msg5052019">Quote from: Miroque on 11-08-2011, 14:42:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She watches the demostration with faked intrest, as she have absolutely no previous knowledge of the game, but when <strong>Jalwak </strong>starts to give her lesson, she gets into it, letting their hands ´accidentaly´touch time to time. Everytime it happends, she moists her lips with the tip of her tongue, but keeps her eyes away from him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man's speech gets faster, and his explanations are starting to get less clear, as he explains setting up the three-sided trap for a strong enemy figure. He's obviously excited, but how much of this is due to her inviting gestures and how much is excitement from the game isn't quite clear.<br>Yet.<br>Still, he obviously doesn't see anything wrong touching her.<br>In the meantime, his four companions have started a game of slapping hands, testing their reflexes. Whoever wins 3 rounds first gets to drink another cup of wine. Arathea and Jalwak enjoy a relative privacy, despite being in full view of everyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 21:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5078578#msg5078578">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 17-08-2011, 09:44:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man's speech gets faster, and his explanations are starting to get less clear, as he explains setting up the three-sided trap for a strong enemy figure. He's obviously excited, but how much of this is due to her inviting gestures and how much is excitement from the game isn't quite clear. Yet. Still, he obviously doesn't see anything wrong touching her.<br>In the meantime, his four companions have started a game of slapping hands, testing their reflexes. Whoever wins 3 rounds first gets to drink another cup of wine. <strong>Arathea</strong> and <strong>Jalwak</strong> enjoy a relative privacy, despite being in full view of everyone.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she listened <strong>Jalwak´s </strong>explanations about the innerworkings of the game, she quickly lost track what he was speaking, but tried to keep her false intrest going, and moved slightly move closer to him, placing her hand over his, quite accidentaly tripping one of the figurines.<br>"<strong>oh.. Sir, Im sorry...so clumsy of me..but I´m so thirsty, it makes me fainting" </strong><br>Saying that, she tries to moist her lips with her tongue, gazing streigth at his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 04:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5080338#msg5080338">Quote from: Miroque on 17-08-2011, 21:56:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she listened <strong>Jalwak´s </strong>explanations about the innerworkings of the game, she quickly lost track what he was speaking, but tried to keep her false intrest going, and moved slightly move closer to him, placing her hand over his, quite accidentaly tripping one of the figurines.<br>"<strong>oh.. Sir, Im sorry...so clumsy of me..but I´m so thirsty, it makes me fainting"</strong><br>Saying that, she tries to moist her lips with her tongue, gazing streigth at his eyes.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man jumps himself.<br>"Of course! how crass of my side not to think to offer you something in this warm day!"<br>He extends her a cup of wine. "Now, do you feel better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 19:56:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5090362#msg5090362">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 20-08-2011, 04:51:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man jumps himself.<br>"Of course! how crass of my side not to think to offer you something in this warm day!"<br>He extends her a cup of wine. "Now, do you feel better?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><strong>"Thank you mi´lord."</strong> <strong>Arathea</strong> says after sipping the wine, and offering the cup back, making it spill over to the ground.<strong> "Oh.. Im so sorry, mi´lord, let me buy you new one."</strong> She was planning to take them into shade of some local inn, so she can put her plan in action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 19:18:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5071688#msg5071688">Quote from: Leorobin on 15-08-2011, 23:37:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Restrain yourself? If it was a loan what you sought I might have means to make it happen, at least until we are rewarded." Kalaj stared at Adjia with a furred eyebrow and shrugged. It was her who asked about his funds afterall. He glanced at the wall that divided theri room with the next and nodded. "Yes, hopefully. Shall we call for the rest of the party for reinforcements? Or try to accomplish this on our own and get the rewards for ourselves...And should we try it now or later...?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Not a loan.&nbsp; Payment.&nbsp; I have taken vows on the matter.&nbsp; It is...complicated."<br><br>The masked girl shrugs.<br><br>"Let us see what the two of us may achieve on our own, right now.&nbsp; Delay may be fatal, and as unlikely a couple as we may be able to act the bumbling accident in progress if we fail at first."<br><br>She almost snickers.<br><br>"Not that you'd have any interest, I think.&nbsp; Not many do.&nbsp; But the minds of many are only too easy to lead thusly, done just so!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 06:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Payment for helping on this quest? May I know the terms of this vow? If it is payment we will be payed for rescuing her...." Kalaj was a bit confused by her words but he decided to leave that chat for later. He started walking towards the door and glanced at Adjia. "Let's proceed then, let's hope some of those below are part of the aprty that holds our target captive so we will have less enemies to deal with now." He waited for confirmation form Adjia before examining the door of their room, wondering how much strenght he would need to open it and if it would be better to hack at it or try to push it down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 17:48:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No killing without payment," Adjia says after a moment.&nbsp; "Save in self-defense.&nbsp; I am supposed to hold to a particular price, but I have more liberty than most to charge only what the market will bear."<br><br>She gestures to the door.<br><br>"After you, my highly skilled friend."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 19:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5092729#msg5092729">Quote from: Miroque on 20-08-2011, 19:56:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><strong>"Thank you mi´lord."</strong> <strong>Arathea</strong> says after sipping the wine, and offering the cup back, making it spill over to the ground.<strong> "Oh.. Im so sorry, mi´lord, let me buy you new one."</strong> She was planning to take them into shade of some local inn, so she can put her plan in action.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>That was an inn, as she realized. He looked her in the eyes and smiled, as if he knew more than he was supposed to. It was the same smile of a skilled strategist, that he had on his face while demonstrating to his friend his win.<br>"No need to, here is the jug", he waved to a box at his friends' feet. They promptly opened it and he filled his own cup.<br>"We're keeping it inside a box to have cool wine", he explained, gesticulating with the cup with a bit of a jerky motion. "And you can always buy...oh!"<br>His next gesture had put some wine on her clothes.<br>"So clumsy of me! Let me get you inside the tavern there, where we buy the wine, and help you get the stain out with some water!"<br>He has risen to his feet and was now offering her his hand. It wasn't such a big stain, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 20:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5138282#msg5138282">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 30-08-2011, 19:12:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">That was an inn, as she realized. He looked her in the eyes and smiled, as if he knew more than he was supposed to. It was the same smile of a skilled strategist, that he had on his face while demonstrating to his friend his win.<br>"No need to, here is the jug", he waved to a box at his friends' feet. They promptly opened it and he filled his own cup.<br>"We're keeping it inside a box to have cool wine", he explained, gesticulating with the cup with a bit of a jerky motion. "And you can always buy...oh!"<br>His next gesture had put some wine on her clothes.<br>"So clumsy of me! Let me get you inside the tavern there, where we buy the wine, and help you get the stain out with some water!"<br>He has risen to his feet and was now offering her his hand. It wasn't such a big stain, though.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>She fakes to be impressed by the situation and meekly takes his hand, following him to the tavern.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 15:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some people look surprised when the man enters, with Arathea in tow. For a change, it's not only her appearance that draws the attention.<br>The tavern keeper only nods when the player looks at him. "My room. Send cleaning water, a cloth, and a jug of wine!" He's also the only one not surprised.<br>The supplies he ordered arrive mere moments after they enter the room, with the serving wench almost running to dispatch them in time. She leaves them, curtsies, and retires in a flash.<br>It's a simple room, with only a table, a couple of chairs, and a bed. The man looks Arathea in the eyes and smiles in much the same way as before.<br>"Now, let me clean your clothes", he states, while taking the clothe in hand. Some of the stain is over her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 17:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5146034#msg5146034">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 01-09-2011, 15:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Some people look surprised when the man enters, with Arathea in tow. For a change, it's not only her appearance that draws the attention.<br>The tavern keeper only nods when the player looks at him. "My room. Send cleaning water, a cloth, and a jug of wine!" He's also the only one not surprised.<br>The supplies he ordered arrive mere moments after they enter the room, with the serving wench almost running to dispatch them in time. She leaves them, curtsies, and retires in a flash.<br>It's a simple room, with only a table, a couple of chairs, and a bed. The man looks Arathea in the eyes and smiles in much the same way as before.<br>"Now, let me clean your clothes", he states, while taking the clothe in hand. Some of the stain is over her breasts.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><strong>"Sir.. You dont have to.. "</strong> she lowered her eyes meekly, but toke no steps back, as she lowered her hands to her sides. Tone of her voice was soft when she spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 20:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj frowned and nodded, it was an interesting vow, whatever the reasons might be. "I see...Very well, if killing is needed then I will take care of it. If you have to then I'll make sure that you get the necessary payment. Afterall we were asked to take them back alive." Kalaj looks a tthe door and sets his sight on the hinges. The hall was a bit narrow but he might be able to get a bit of momentum by running from the hallway and then smashing with his shoulder against the door. <br><br>Kalaj motioned for Adjia to move back for him to have enough space and walked about six feet away from the door, in the opposite direction of where the hinges were. He got close to the opposite wall form the door and ran towards it to push it as he had intended to. If sucesful he would try to jump back and get his sword handy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 05:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia nods and moves back to give her companion room.&nbsp; Then she draws a pair of wicked looking daggers.<br><br>"Just in case," she says.&nbsp; "Payment is not supposed to be rendered afterwards, but in a pinch I am permitted to be flexible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 07:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5146448#msg5146448">Quote from: Miroque on 01-09-2011, 17:43:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><strong>"Sir.. You dont have to.. "</strong> she lowered her eyes meekly, but toke no steps back, as she lowered her hands to her sides. Tone of her voice was soft when she spoke.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He looks dismayed.<br>"Who says I have to? I want to might be a better way to put it".<br>He uses the damp clothe on her dress. Of course, it doesn't clean anything, only making the tissue wetter.<br>"I'm not helping, am I?", he states. "Well... maybe you should remove it all until it dries up?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5146923#msg5146923">Quote from: Leorobin on 01-09-2011, 20:09:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj frowned and nodded, it was an interesting vow, whatever the reasons might be. "I see...Very well, if killing is needed then I will take care of it. If you have to then I'll make sure that you get the necessary payment. Afterall we were asked to take them back alive." Kalaj looks a tthe door and sets his sight on the hinges. The hall was a bit narrow but he might be able to get a bit of momentum by running from the hallway and then smashing with his shoulder against the door. <br><br>Kalaj motioned for Adjia to move back for him to have enough space and walked about six feet away from the door, in the opposite direction of where the hinges were. He got close to the opposite wall form the door and ran towards it to push it as he had intended to. If sucesful he would try to jump back and get his sword handy.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5148956#msg5148956">Quote from: MadPanda on 02-09-2011, 05:36:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia nods and moves back to give her companion room.&nbsp; Then she draws a pair of wicked looking daggers.<br><br>"Just in case," she says.&nbsp; "Payment is not supposed to be rendered afterwards, but in a pinch I am permitted to be flexible."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The wood breaks and the door flies away as Kalaj crashes into it. He then jumps away, pulling his sword.<br>There are five people visible inside the room, which seems to be much bigger than the one they got. Two of them are naked girls, one already in shackles, while the other is getting tied up. A strong man in a leather armour is holding her, while a richly-dressed one is tying her up.<br>The other one is also armoured and has a sword at his waist. He jumped and is currently turning towards the sound of breaking wood, as he was watching the spectacle with the naked struggling girl. There is a rapidly declining bulge in his pants to prove he liked it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 09:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5177149#msg5177149">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-09-2011, 07:29:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looks dismayed.<br>"Who says I have to? I want to might be a better way to put it".<br>He uses the damp clothe on her dress. Of course, it doesn't clean anything, only making the tissue wetter.<br>"I'm not helping, am I?", he states. "Well... maybe you should remove it all until it dries up?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><br>She turned her face away, blushing crimson, like she had learned to do in the hands of that monster.<strong> "Lord.. is this prober?"</strong> without waitting an answer, she followed the order, and let her gown fall from her shoulders into bile around her legs. She wore no undergarments, and tried to cover her modesty with her hands, her left hand covered her smallish brests while her right hand was over her red pubic hair, her whole body was shaking lightly, from anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 10:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5177533#msg5177533">Quote from: Miroque on 08-09-2011, 09:44:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br><br>She turned her face away, blushing crimson, like she had learned to do in the hands of that monster.<strong> "Lord.. is this prober?"</strong> without waitting an answer, she followed the order, and let her gown fall from her shoulders into bile around her legs. She wore no undergarments, and tried to cover her modesty with her hands, her left hand covered her smallish brests while her right hand was over her red pubic hair, her whole body was shaking lightly, from anticipation.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Proper?", he asked, while reaching to caress her shoulder. "Of course it's not proper... my beautiful Dhuna Witch! But why would you care about what is proper?"<br>His grip strengthened around her shoulder, and he turned her back to him, reaching to grasp her breast with his other hand. She could feel a bulge as he was pressing her to the front of his body.<br>Maybe he just had a knife she haven't noticed so far, and the handle was sticking?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 10:41:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5177580#msg5177580">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-09-2011, 10:18:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Proper?", he asked, while reaching to caress her shoulder. "Of course it's not proper... my beautiful Dhuna Witch! But why would you care about what is proper?"<br>His grip strengthened around her shoulder, and he turned her back to him, reaching to grasp her breast with his other hand. She could feel a bulge as he was pressing her to the front of his body.<br>Maybe he just had a knife she haven't noticed so far, and the handle was sticking?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>-Arathea-<br>She shivered under his touch and kept her eyes downcasted. <strong>"Please sir.. I have never felt man before.."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 12:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5177608#msg5177608">Quote from: Miroque on 08-09-2011, 10:41:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">-Arathea-<br>She shivered under his touch and kept her eyes downcasted. <strong>"Please sir.. I have never felt man before.."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Is that so?"<br>He pushed her towards the bed, not too gently.<br>"Than you've got a lot to learn, haven't you? What would you like to start with?"<br>She stumbled in the bed when he pushed her last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 12:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5177687#msg5177687">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-09-2011, 12:04:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is that so?"<br>He pushed her towards the bed, not too gently.<br>"Than you've got a lot to learn, haven't you? What would you like to start with?"<br>She stumbled in the bed when he pushed her last.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she stumbled on the bed, she winched an bit.<strong> "Sir.. I dont know.. "</strong> still keeping her face away form his.<strong> "Please.. be gentle.. "</strong> She laid her back at the bedsheet, clinching her fists on the cover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 12:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5177703#msg5177703">Quote from: Miroque on 08-09-2011, 12:12:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br>As she stumbled on the bed, she winched an bit.<strong> "Sir.. I dont know.. "</strong> still keeping her face away form his.<strong> "Please.. be gentle.. "</strong> She laid her back at the bedsheet, clinching her fists on the cover.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Arathea continues in this thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=118702.0) until another time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 13:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj got his free hand into his sleeve and drew it with a whip motion, away from him and towards the man that was closing in on the door. He tried to aim for the man's leg or sword hand, whatever seemed to be moving slower. "Get ready!" He called at Adjia while keeping his gaze on the open doorway. His sight inspected the room quickly, his eyes jumping from one figure to the next. Wether the man got hit or not, his sword was in front of him, waiting. He wasn't quite sure of were Adjia was relative towards him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 01:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The knives flew, hitting the first man in the hand. The second one fell with a curse, when his leg suddenly gave up, and the richly dressed one jumped back with a curse, when the arterial spray from the leg put a stain on his white shirt. This seems to shake him out of his surprised state.<br>He lifts his hands, palms towards the Jakka. His gaze runs between the two wounded men. One down, one clutching his hand and only having one good hand...<br>"Hey, you don't want to kill anyone here... And you aren't really trying, are you?What do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 06:31:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia's mask, never the most welcome of sights, must surely seem like a diabolical moon as it appears around the fierce Jaka and gazes down at the richly dressed man.&nbsp; Her dry, wry tone echoes a little behind the impassive Djaffa craftwork.<br><br>"<em>That</em> will depend on whether one of these beauties will fulfill my one scruple.&nbsp; I could ask you why you thought it a right and meet thing to steal a Sarista wench from her kinfolk on the say-so of an Aamanian murderer, but I don't really care to know."<br><br>She turns to regard the girls for a moment, then returns her gaze to him.<br><br>"The Sarista comes with us.&nbsp; Perhaps the other, as well.&nbsp; And if you value your immortal soul, you will not pursue, nor send any others to pursue...else I shall personally conjure daemons with your heart and liver to make flutes of your bones and bind you to them so that your shade shall writhe in agony whenever a tune is played on them.&nbsp; Is this clear enough for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 07:08:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I'm not." Kalaj replied dryly while getting over towards the women, he let Adjia do the talking while he checked them, just to see if he could recognize either of them as their target. He kept his ears at ready in case he heard footsteps from the stairs. He kept his back to the wall, his sword in hand and his eyes hovering between the girls and the men on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 11:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5202090#msg5202090">Quote from: MadPanda on 13-09-2011, 06:31:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia's mask, never the most welcome of sights, must surely seem like a diabolical moon as it appears around the fierce Jaka and gazes down at the richly dressed man.&nbsp; Her dry, wry tone echoes a little behind the impassive Djaffa craftwork.<br><br>"<em>That</em> will depend on whether one of these beauties will fulfill my one scruple.&nbsp; I could ask you why you thought it a right and meet thing to steal a Sarista wench from her kinfolk on the say-so of an Aamanian murderer, but I don't really care to know."<br><br>She turns to regard the girls for a moment, then returns her gaze to him.<br><br>"The Sarista comes with us.&nbsp; Perhaps the others, as well.&nbsp; And if you value your immortal soul, you will not pursue, nor send any others to pursue...else I shall personally conjure daemons with your heart and liver to make flutes of your bones and bind you to them so that your shade shall writhe in agony whenever a tune is played on them.&nbsp; Is this clear enough for you?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man tries to swallow, but it seems his throat is dry. Still, he tries to show courage.<br>"You attacked me and wounded my men, just in order to get those two? Fine, take them... that was totally unnecessary, though! I'm a trader! We could've, you know, struck a deal!"<br>His mouth is still dry, and his eyes are avoiding the mask's gaze.<br>"Take her and go away! Just promise not to come back, and it's cool!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5202207#msg5202207">Quote from: Leorobin on 13-09-2011, 07:08:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No, I'm not." Kalaj replied dryly while getting over towards the women, he let Adjia do the talking while he checked them, just to see if he could recognize either of them as their target. He kept his ears at ready in case he heard footsteps from the stairs. He kept his back to the wall, his sword in hand and his eyes hovering between the girls and the men on the floor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It becomes obvious rather fast that the woman you were sent for is indeed one of those two. She has already been tied, while the other was still struggling. It is hard to ascertain what race the other woman is from.<br>Other than that, both look healthy, not counting some bruises and traces from a whip. The back of the unknown girl has more traces.<br>It seems to Kalaj that he's back in the forest. Despite Adjia's talking, he can hear sounds several floors down.<br>Which, of course, means he not only hears steps, but clanking of metal, too, and muffled words. Then you hear a loud thump, and then the steps start again. Sounds like at least four men walking, but it might be half a dozen as well.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I actually rolled for this one, hidden, as I make some of the Perceptrion rolls. Let's just say you were <strong>very</strong> lucky.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 04:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia's laugh is soft yet menacing.<br><br>"Be thankful I do not offer to take their company for a night as the price of your blood in trade."<br><br>She turns to the two, focusing on the Sarista as she kneels to slash the woman's bonds.<br><br>"Well?&nbsp; Are you coming quietly, that we may not suffer the attention of the watch as we depart this place and return you to your kin?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 06:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We should get out of here..." Kalaj looked at both girls, glad to have found their target alive. He took one of the sheets from the bed and handed it to the unidentfied girl while he took a cloth cloak out of his bag. "Here, this is a loan for the time being, we have to get out of here. You may also come along...You may address me as Kalaj." The jaka walked towards the door and peeked outside, checking down the corridor. He whistled lowly to call Yume. "Make sure the muse is okay and stick with her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 14:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5211559#msg5211559">Quote from: MadPanda on 15-09-2011, 04:35:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia's laugh is soft yet menacing.<br><br>"Be thankful I do not offer to take their company for a night as the price of your blood in trade."<br><br>She turns to the two, focusing on the Sarista as she kneels to slash the woman's bonds.<br><br>"Well?&nbsp; Are you coming quietly, that we may not suffer the attention of the watch as we depart this place and return you to your kin?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man shrugs.<br>"And I can raise you any such offer... with the company of six women more beautiful and obedient then these two. Or more beautiful and feisty, if that's what you like...if you'd like to discuss that, I might have an offer for you!"<br>The Sarista keeps silent until Adjia addresses her.<br>"I'm coming, I'm coming", the girl hurriedly answers. "I... don't let them capture me again! Please don't!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5212143#msg5212143">Quote from: Leorobin on 15-09-2011, 06:39:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We should get out of here..." Kalaj looked at both girls, glad to have found their target alive. He took one of the sheets from the bed and handed it to the unidentfied girl while he took a cloth cloak out of his bag. "Here, this is a loan for the time being, we have to get out of here. You may also come along...You may address me as Kalaj." The jaka walked towards the door and peeked outside, checking down the corridor. He whistled lowly to call Yume. "Make sure the muse is okay and stick with her."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl grabs the sheet and wraps herself expertly. Then she puts on the cloak, too.<br>"Thank you", she nods. "Your help will not be forgotten. You'll become rich, I can assure you of that, as soon as you bring me back to my father".<br>Yume flies away to carry out his order.<br>The steps are already on the floor below and raising on the stairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 04:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And I can raise you any such offer... with the company of six women more beautiful and obedient then these two. Or more beautiful and feisty, if that's what you like...if you'd like to discuss that, I might have an offer for you!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adjia laughs, the sound hollow and eerie behind her mask.<br><br>"No doubt you would try.&nbsp; Mark well what I have told you, mortal man.&nbsp; We will not tarry, and you will not pursue...or else."<br><br>She helps Kalaj usher their two charges out...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 05:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj raises aneyebrow when the girl speaks of making him rich. "I will take you up on that offer, but it is better to talk about it once we are out of danger. I suspect we might encounter some more enemies..." He glanced at the sarista girl and nodded. "It would be easier to protect both of you if you stay close and behind us..." Kalaj moves quickly past Adjia and the door, it wouldn't be wise to send either of the girls first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 15:30:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5215557#msg5215557">Quote from: MadPanda on 16-09-2011, 04:07:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia laughs, the sound hollow and eerie behind her mask.<br><br>"No doubt you would try.&nbsp; Mark well what I have told you, mortal man.&nbsp; We will not tarry, and you will not pursue...or else."<br><br>She helps Kalaj usher their two charges out...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man keeps silent, perhaps wisely. His two guards only moan softly, trying to stop their blood.<br>Their "charges" follow obediently, one of them naked, the other somewhat better covered. The Sarisata girl bolts on to grab a long green dress from the ground, and holds it to her chest while walking.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5228142#msg5228142">Quote from: Leorobin on 19-09-2011, 05:06:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj raises aneyebrow when the girl speaks of making him rich. "I will take you up on that offer, but it is better to talk about it once we are out of danger. I suspect we might encounter some more enemies..." He glanced at the sarista girl and nodded. "It would be easier to protect both of you if you stay close and behind us..." Kalaj moves quickly past Adjia and the door, it wouldn't be wise to send either of the girls first.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Sure", the girl replies, and takes her place behind him. Her whole demeanor shows it would take more than mere bandits to get her away from this spot.<br>Perhaps armed bandits would suffice, though. It remains to be seen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 13:48:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two killers, followed by the two ex-captives, walk on the corridors. Someone who's adjusting his pants opens a door to go out, looks in the corridor and sees them climbing down the stairs...<br>He jumps back and you hear him latching said door. Maybe it was the drawn weapons.<br>There are indeed four men, as they both notice. They four have weapons in hand, mostly clubs, maces and a sword.<br>It's only one of the men with a mace that notices them in time to react and doesn't panic. He jumps back to a stair and keeps his wits enough to put his buckler forward and shout.<br>"Ahmaji! Robbers!"<br>Two of the others were talking, and seem momentarily stunned. The third one gasps, but retreats in a more or less orderly fashion, his sword now in his hand. There are a whole set of stairs separating the man from the fleeing group, but Adjia and Kalaj have the higher ground as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 04:34:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Although it is impossible to see her do so, Adjia scowls.<br><br>"Up," she barks to the two rescuees.&nbsp; "We go up!&nbsp; To the roof, now, if you wish to remain free and alive!"<br><br>She all but pushes them on their way, casting a look back at Kalaj to assess his chances before turning her attention to the possibility of escape.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 07:13:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's hold them at the top." Kalaj tells Adjia without lifting his voice too much, it wouldn't be wise to fight whilst unleveled footing. But if they where on the top flat and their pursuers on the stairs it was a different issue. Kalaj takes the time and distance that separates them from the men to go up the stairs, behind Adjia and the girls. He is a bit slower since he is keeping his guard and careful watch for a any chance to hack at the men as the come up the stairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 06:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5295754#msg5295754">Quote from: MadPanda on 04-10-2011, 04:34:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Although it is impossible to see her do so, Adjia scowls.<br><br>"Up," she barks to the two rescuees.&nbsp; "We go up!&nbsp; To the roof, now, if you wish to remain free and alive!"<br><br>She all but pushes them on their way, casting a look back at Kalaj to assess his chances before turning her attention to the possibility of escape.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5296460#msg5296460">Quote from: Leorobin on 04-10-2011, 07:13:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let's hold them at the top." Kalaj tells Adjia without lifting his voice too much, it wouldn't be wise to fight whilst unleveled footing. But if they where on the top flat and their pursuers on the stairs it was a different issue. Kalaj takes the time and distance that separates them from the men to go up the stairs, behind Adjia and the girls. He is a bit slower since he is keeping his guard and careful watch for a any chance to hack at the men as the come up the stairs.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The guys behind them stopped. "Ahmaji! They're stealing the girls!", keeps shouting the one that showed the most sang-froid so far. They advance slowly now, keeping close to each other, as if to compensate for being taken by surprise. However, this gives the adventurers more time to push the ex-captives forward. Not that they need to be pushed... one look on the armed men seems to give them wings.<br>That's at least how it seemed until the four got to the roof. The two women looked around perplexed and frightened.<br>"Where do we go now?", the Sarista gal half-weeped. "I don'twannagoback..."<br>The other one is looking at her without even bothering to mask her disdain.<br>Despite the noise the Sarista is making, you can hear men walking below. The rhythm is almost like marching troops, as the experienced fighters can easily notice.<br>"They're on the roof!", someone shouts.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kalaj</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Get them down. Bring them to me alive, if possible!", is the low-spoken answer. The voice, however, carries absolute authority now.<br>It's the voice of the man you met in the room with the Sarista girl.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Adjia</div><div class="spoiler_body">You notice the unknown girl is looking at the edge of the roof, and she's stepping back towards it. Her face looks set in stone now, and if her gaze could kill, no doubt the first one to try passing through the hatch would simply dropped dead without any need for vulgar actions like stabbing him.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 04:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We climb down the outside of the building," Adjia hisses at the two ex-captives.&nbsp; "Surely you can manage that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 05:47:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj heards the voice and gives a half smile, it would be easier to beat them if they aren't tryingto kill them directly. "They seem to want us alive. I have some rope." He looked around the roof for any place he could use as a fixture to make a knot he could undo, with the right tug, once they were below. He took his 50' rope from his backpack as he did, still keeping his falchion handy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 23:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would prefer the handholds, but rope will do.&nbsp; Come, then!&nbsp; Our friend will secure it and then we shall each take one of you...unless you are bold enough to do for yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 09:18:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The unknown girls smirked and grabbed the rope, fixing it to the nearest hold with expert, deft motions. the thing she's fixing it to looks like a chimney, but solid enough.<br>"See you down there", she added before grabbing it and starting to climb down. She has probably done this before, judging by how she seems to pull it just fine. That, or she's lucky.<br>The Sarista, at the same time, looked lost.<br>"I'm... I'm not sure I could", she admits somewhat sheepishly. "Could you...lend me a hand, maybe?"<br>That was addressed to both Adjia and Kalaj, judging by how she's looking first at the masked woman, than at the Jakka.<br>The steps are getting closer, and you can see the glint of a blade nearing on the stairs. Whoever it is, he'd have a moment of restrained movements while passing through the door - more of a hatch, really - that leads to the roof.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 03:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold them off," Adjia says to Kalaj.&nbsp; "I trust your arm better than mine at this point."&nbsp; The mask turns to the Sarista.&nbsp; "Put your arms around my neck and hold on.&nbsp; I will get you down as safely as I may.&nbsp; Then we run."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 02:43:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well, just don't take long." Kalaj faced the hatch with his falchion at hand and a knife at ready on the other, they wouldn't have it easy to surprise him. He gave his back to Adjia and the girls, hoping they weren't expected below. "Yell if you need me!" He managed to say before focusing on the incoming enemies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 18:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the Sarista clinging to her, Adjia grips the rope in both hands and swings out over empty space, descending as rapidly as safety permits...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 15:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Adjia</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adjia is slowed by the Dhuna clinging to her too strongly, and at all the inopportune moments. But then, she needs not hurry as much as the woman before, right? Who could expect it from her to descend as rapidly as an unencumbered girl? Certainly nobody... that's why assassins take care not to be encumbered by anything they could pass without.<br>But the fact is, she's halfway down, while the other woman is waiting for her already, and behind her a shout is heard.<br></div></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">Meanwhile, Kalaj cuts up the face of the first man that passes through the hatch. The unstable platform slows his attempt to parry, and the blade bites into flesh. The wound seems deep - all the Jakka can say for certain is, the blood fountain is strong - and while he might survive it, the man falls back with a cry.<br>The next one is going to come shield first, he knows. If they've got shields, that is... but at least, the worried sounds from below make him hope they would hesitate. After all, he only needs to buy time for the women. But how much time?<br>He has no way to check where are Adjia and the other girl. Not when he doesn't know when the next man is going to sprout from the hatch.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 05:23:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blade strikes home on the man's face, he can't asses the degree of the wound since the man was pushed back, but it seems to be enough to slow them down for a few seconds. And make his partners hesitate. He tries to hear any cahtter from the men below, still if he is aproached with a raised shield he will push it back with his leg. <br><br>Kalaj is somewhat relieved that he hasn't heard anything from Adjia or either of the girls, still it might take them a bit more of time to reach the floor. After all, Adjia is carrying one of them. Perhaps he can hold off the next attacker and afterwards make a dash for the rope, his front to the hatch, of course. It would be useful to have Yume with him, she should be with the muse already, hopefully everything is going well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 05:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh, Adjia mutters a few choice words from her nearly forgotten childhood.<br><br>"Do not scream," she tells the Dhuna firmly, loosening her grip just enough to speed their descent dramatically!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 08:29:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Adjia</div><div class="spoiler_body">Their descent speeds up considerably after a slip, and they fall a bit, with Adjia taking the brunt of it. The Sarista girl only emits a muffled shout after Adjia's warning. Given her obviously nervous nature, it's probably the best one could hope for.<br>You're behind the tavern. At the backdoor, Dingo has cast a spell, obviously. Pulsating energy surrounds him and another man with an axe. As you watch, the wall repulses a knife, thrown at his head from the other side. He wounds his opponent in the left shoulder and narrowly avoids the counterattack with a step.<br>"Run, I'm going to hold them", he shouts at you.<br>"You can't pass the wall of force!"<br>He's had the good sense to bring your steeds here, and the wall of force is blocking the exit.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kalaj</div><div class="spoiler_body">As he waits for the shield - as he knew there would be one - Kalaj hears a crash, and a muffled shout from where the girls disappeared.<br>Also, Dingo's voice, of all sounds, says something. The distance and the wind probably distorts them, as what he hears sounds like this.<br>"Run, I'm gonna cuckold them...You can't pass the wall of force!"<br>Hopefully, the man haven't gone mad.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 17:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj frowns upon hearing the crash and Dingo's words, still he is somewhat relieved that the girls have got some help, even if Adjia seems capable enough. The man finally comes through the hatch, shield first to avoid his friends fate. Kalaj kicks the shield and pushes it to the side, even if the man doesn't lose it, he get's enough of a window to slash at him with his sword and push him back. <br><br>Kalaj snarls loudly and bares his fangs, trying to intimidate him enough to retreat and get enough time to move for the rope and join them below. Still he readies his sword in case he has to parry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 17:52:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The weak attempt at counterattacking is met with Kalaj's blade. Steel rings, and there's a window of opportunity to escape, if he felt like it. The man seems to be bleeding behind his shield, which is hiding the wound, though.<br>There are muffled shouts behind, and curses. But Kalaj can also hear someone he can't see chanting something, and there are flashes of light behind his opponent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 22:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We go," Adjia orders her two new friends.&nbsp; "If you cannot ride, it is time to learn!"<br><br>She pushes her 'passenger' toward her mount, glancing at the other to make sure that the woman will at least keep up instead of freezing in shock or blubbering like an idiot.&nbsp; Thus far, this has not gone much according to plan, but (she wryly reminds herself) that is hardly unexpected given the plan's flimsy nature.<br><br>"Follow swiftly," she calls to Dingo.&nbsp; "And make sure the noble Kalaj does not do anything too heroic, would you?"<br><br>With a laugh, she hastens to get in the saddle and ride...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 16:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Neither woman seems in shock as they climb on equses and ride off. The two newcomers seem almost skilled.<br>You hear quite a few curses from behind Dingo's glittering spell. Inside, his opponent is nicked again, but manages to land a telling blow on the Cymrillian. Only his glistening armour and good reflexes save him from being eviscerated by the broad-headed axe, but there is blood on him now.<br><br><br>Up on the roof, Kalaj hears Adjia's words, followed by the sounds of equses riding away, and the sounds of, yes, blades hitting blades, and then blades hitting flesh and armour. Behind him, the flashes are getting stronger, and there is more shouting. As he reaches for the rope, he can see his opponent getting out of the hatch. He seems to be bleeding profusely, and hiding behind his shield.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 06:17:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj dives for the rope and manages to go swiftly down the rope. The wounded men seems to be slowing down his companions. He doesn't care to make sure of this though since the sound of battle from below, the one blades on flesh and armor is larger concern. The Jaka slides down the rope while braking opportunely with his gloves, he lands safely on the ground and tugs the rope in the right way so it will get loose.<br><br>He quickly stuffs it in his bag and draws his sword. "Can you hold for a while?" He asks while trying to ascertain if he is wounded or not, he has to go around the building to call the muse and Yumeh. That or go through those that are behind the magic wall. Kalaj takes a step back, mostly out of caution and thanks the fact that he has his talisman with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 19:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg5504067#msg5504067">Quote from: Leorobin on 23-11-2011, 06:17:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj dives for the rope and manages to go swiftly down the rope. The wounded men seems to be slowing down his companions. He doesn't care to make sure of this though since the sound of battle from below, the one blades on flesh and armor is larger concern. The Jaka slides down the rope while braking opportunely with his gloves, he lands safely on the ground and tugs the rope in the right way so it will get loose.<br><br>He quickly stuffs it in his bag and draws his sword. "Can you hold for a while?" He asks while trying to ascertain if he is wounded or not, he has to go around the building to call the muse and Yumeh. That or go through those that are behind the magic wall. Kalaj takes a step back, mostly out of caution and thanks the fact that he has his talisman with him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo grunts and weaves his free hand. His stance is an uncommon one, with the sword pointed at the opponent's throat. He holds it in one hand, and has something like a knuckleduster on his glove.<br>"I'll join you", he promises. And he lunges again, while Kalaj gets safely away.<br>There's also other chanting behind him, although whether that's praying or a spell, the Jakka can't really tell. It's somewhat like the chants he has heard in his youth, and the flashes could be from Dingo's magic.<br>Could be from some other source, of course...<br><br><br>"Where are we going?", the girl asks Adjia.<br>She seems certain the two fighters know what you're doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 06:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kalaj recognizes some of the chanting but he can't quite point it out. It's just similar. He looks at the girls and Adjia and adress her in rajanin. -I'll go get my people and then meet you. Any ideas? If not I'll find you somehow.- He waits for an answer before getting on his equus and taking the muse's with him to the front.<br><br>He whistles for Yume and quickly moves inside to signal the muse to follow him. Once outside he ushers her to get on the equus and drives them both outside of town. Either heading for the meeting place that Adjia indicated or just riding hard away from the town and looking for any terrain where their tracks can get lost.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Talislanta: Wild, Wild West!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 22:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adjia nods in response to Kalaj, then kicks her mount to greater speed.<br><br>"Away from here," she answers the girl, a grin in her voice.&nbsp; "Unless you'd like to remain behind and negotiate?"<br><br>She heads for a previously marked campsite some miles out of town in a good, easily defended position.&nbsp; No doubt it's more often used by bandits than by traders hoping to avoid the same, but for a tiny party that wishes to avoid much attention it's just about perfect.<br><br>"The Jaka found this place," she explains to the girls, "and he should be joining us shortly.&nbsp; With reinforcements, I suppose.&nbsp; Why don't you both get some rest?&nbsp; I will keep watch for now."
			</dd>
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