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    Calm Sea Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:

    It was a beautiful morning, and it was looking like it was going to be a beautiful day. There had been a light rain in the hours before dawn, and the morning sun glistened in golden drops on the huge leaves of the banana orchards. Roosters were crowing and strutting their wawy about on the thatched rooftops of Calm Sea Village, and people were waking up and going about their morning routines. The fishermen had all woken up hours ago, and the sails of their double-canoes were visible as white triangles out on the sapphire horizon.

    The Season of Fire was a relaxed time on Whitestone Island. It was a time of harvesting, as elsewhere in Creation, a time when the growth brought about by the rains of the Season of Water and the calm weather of the Season of Earth bore fruit. Women with knives would be out soon, cutting down bunches of bananas for frying or baking into chips for later in the year. Children would be climbing trees and jumping up and down on branches to make breadnuts fall into nets held by their elders below, and yelling at monkeys to scare them away from avocados and papayas. Beach farmers would be reeling in mats overgrown with seaweed for the harvest, or rowing out in canoes to pull up lines hung from wooden bouys earlier in the year to harvest the shelfish that had grown on them for great stews and soups. By the time the heat of the afternoon rose up and tamped down the village's enthusiasm for work, the beaches south of the village would be full of tired people and excited children playing in the surf, or fishing, or wading with spears in search of dinner. The evening would be warm and dark and full of singing and dancing and drinking.

    Of course, Huelo, who had just been woken by a particularly enthusiastic rooster right outside his window after staying up far too late breaking up a dispute between two drunken fishermen over a minor collision, was having trouble enjoying the season just at the moment.

    In The Mountains Northeast of Thousand Lilies Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, At Sunrise

    It was a beautiful morning, and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. The sun was just cresting over the Eastern horizon, illuminating several puffy white clouds in fantastic shades of pink and orange against the darkness of the vertical cliff face rising up ahead. It had rained an hour or so before, and the jungle was full of glints of morning light caught in droplets of water. The jungle floor was starting to fill with fog, and soon that fog would rise up the mountainside in great steaming clouds full of sneaky little rainbows before dissipating in the sun.

    Wahine and Seskan had spent the last hour marching through a thick jungle full of unpleasantly sturdy plants just the right height to smack you in sensitive bits of your anatomy when you walked into them in the dark. It had been drizzling lightly when they left Thousand Lilies Village, and an hour stomping through the jungle carrying large backpacks full of wood and laquer had left them sopping wet and covered in mosquito bites. Even Cloudhopper Haku, who had made this trek a thousand times and was trying to impress an attractive woman with his ruggedness and stoic mastery of the jungle, had seemed affected by something of a sour mood.

    It was gone now, though. He sat on a high bluff overlooking the sunrise and the river and more jungle far below, fastening straps and double-checking to make sure that Seskan had unfolded and properly donned his glider. Wahine had seen Haku grinning like this a few times before and even at a similar angle, for she was belted tightly to him and facing forward so that she had to turn her head to look backwards.

    Finally, the warrior seemed satisfied that Seskan at least could not blame Alial Darumi's old glider for it if he got himself killed, and he stood back with a grin.

    "Alright, we're all strapped in, the sun is up, and the warm air is starting to rise. You two ready to jump off this cliff?"

    On the Deck of the Guild Ship Blue Lily, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:

    It was a beautiful morning. A good stiff breeze from the southeast filled the sails, the light clouds before sunrise had cleared enough for a good view of the stars, and the crew seemed in high spirits after last night's music and singing and dancing on the deck. Even Menreiki, who had been belowdecks battling seasickness, finally seemed to have gotten his sea legs and had come topside to sign and dance and entertain the crew.

    Captain Phi Ho stood at the helm, the warm breeze ruffling his whiskers. He growled in pleasure. Sailing was his joy, but sailing into uncharted waters...that was his true passion. The cabin boy, a nephew he had agreed to train in his trade, was taking notes. The boy had a good head on his shoulders, he'd been recording Phi Ho's observations of the stars. Menreiki's strange protege claimed there was an island out here somewhere, an island she had seen in her dreams, and Captain Phi Ho was determined to be the first to put it on a map. Flying Tiger Island, he'd call it. Or perhaps Tiger's Landing...

    Ah, there she was now. The Maiden, as the crew and her fans called her, climbed her way up from belowdecks, and the breeze tousled her raven hair. Phi Ho smiled. She rose early every morning, sometimes before dawn. Curling Willow, who bunked in the cabin next door and had very good ears, claimed that she suffered from nightmares, for he occasionally heard her wake with a startled noise and heard the sleep-addled Menreiki thump across the passenger cabin to comfort her. Upon learning of this Captain Phi Ho, gentleman that he was, had ordered the cook to have an early breakfast prepared every morning just in case the Maiden wanted one. He gave the cabin boy a brief nod and a shove, and the boy darted off to gather up the boiled egg and the cheese and tray of dried fruit and bowl of sweet porridge that had been readied against this eventuality about an hour before.

    Menreiki, artist that he was, always slept in until at least eleven.

    "Good morning, Milady," the Captain purred, and his deep voice rumbled across the deck. "I hope you slept well?"


    OOC: There will be an opening post for Pakari and the Bearer of Bones in the next day or two. Still waiting on a character sheet for Lyndon, but I'ma start you two off without him.


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  • #2
    Originally posted by Wise Old Guru View Post
    In The Mountains Northeast of Thousand Lilies Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, At Sunrise
    Wahine enjoyed the early morning hours when she could listen to the world wake up. The sounds of the rivers, the ocean, the wind, and the earth where like listening to creation breathe. As the sky began to lighten, the empty forests would fill with the sounds of songbirds and other animals. She liked the chorus of birds most of all. Not that she could hear much today over the wracket of pack laden men lumbering through the jungle.

    She wasn’t at all impressed by Haku’s display of “ruggedness”. She spent at least as much time in the jungle as he did and often chose camping over village lodging. It would take a lot more than carrying a heavy pack on a short hike to impress her. Her spirits where pretty high in spite of the recent rainfall and proliferation of mosquitoes. She smirked in the darkness whenever she heard sounds of frustration or the regretful groans of a large man walking into something unfortunate. The morning was proving entertaining so far.

    A stubby red tail fluttered in front of her, hopping from perch to perch. “Ooo! Ouch! OOOoooowww!” her ash colored bird sang aloud as the group pushed their way through the jungle. Many years and many islands ago she’d aquired the odd colored creature and he’d been her ‘little shadow’ ever since. There was no telling where he'd originally come from or how many hands he’d passed through before winding up in her remote corner of the west. His last owner thought him a stubborn, ill-tempered creature. When the bird began to take a shine to Wahine, the man was more than glad to get rid of him. He was a clever devil and a bit of a clown at times but for her he was always gentle and affectionate.

    Assembling the other man’s beat up glider seemed an incredibly cumbersome task. There’s got to be a better way to do this...her mind toyed with a few ideas while she watched Haku help the other man. She wasn’t sure if she’d seen the man before. Addmittedly she didn’t socialize much with many of villagers. Wahine was not a small woman but belted to Haku’s massive bulk she sure felt small. Hell, even a young ox would probably feel smaller and slight strapped to his broad chest. That stupid grin of his was infectious. He may be an oaf but at least he was a chearful oaf.

    Her bird toddled around on the ground, hopping up and down excitedly. “Jump! Jump! Jump!”

    Wahine pointed forward towards the open sky.
    Last edited by Foxsimile; 08-28-2014, 01:30 AM.

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    • #3
      In the Jungle About One Day's Hike from Dreaming River Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Shortly After Sunrise

      It was a beautiful morning, and it was looking like it was going to turn into a beautiful day.

      Yesterday had been kind of scary, Master Hasya had stood in front of a huge and angry looking stone face jutting out of the mountainside and looked really worried and talked about the wards falling apart after the big storm last week, and needing to fix something up as soon as possible, because apparently the mouth of the huge angry looking stone face led into an ancient tomb guarded by a fearsome demon. The New Moon was only six days away, and if the wards that had gotten damaged during the storm weren't back up by then...well, Pakari didn't actually know, because master Hasya had just trailed off when he said it, but it probably wasn't anything good.

      So yesterday had been kind of worrisome, but today was looking lovely! There had been a pleasant rain a few hours ago, and Pakari had watched some tree spirits come out and dance in the branches, and he had listened to the gentle music of the tapping of drops on leaves and the whispered song of branches in the breeze, and as he walked the rain had faded and the sun had started to come out. The tree spirits, little green and brown creatures the size of a child with trailing leaves and brightly colored flowers for hair and long slender fingers and toes, stopped their dance and turned to face the sun and going silent for a while as it broke the horizon. Then they clambered off into the higher canopy of the jungle and he lost sight of them for a while.

      The air smelled good, the spirits seemed happy, and he was going home. Not to stay long, to be sure, Master Hasya had been very clear on that point. But gathering up some rope and some candles and a few gourds full of pig's blood and some white chalk and several kinds of incense that Master Hasya had written down so he didn't forget them wouldn't take too long, and even the wooden wind chimes shouldn't be too hard, he knew there were some at the temple already.

      ...by the gods, the air smelled good. In fact, it smelled faintly of well-cooked pork and woodsmoke. Up ahead, Pakara saw the dim flicker of a campfire. He also noticed several forest spirits sitting on the branches glaring down at the clearing in which the campfire was located, whispering occasionally to each other in angry voices.

      As he approached, there was a loud crack sound as a tree limb loosened by the storm finally fell, collapsing a lean-to made out of palm leaves onto its suddenly awake inhabitant.

      Sopping wet, running low on meat from the last small wild pig she's caught, troubles by unpleasant dreams, and now thrashing inside the ruins of her water-drenched tent after having been smacked in the lower back by a sizeable tree branch, the Bearer of Bones' morning was looking to be anything but beautiful.

      In The Mountains Northeast of Thousand Lilies Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, At Sunrise

      "Ha ha!" Haku's voice rumbled, and vibrated Wahine's body as he chuckled. It felt a little bit like lying on the ground on the warm southern beaches when the volcano on Sunset Island shook the earth. "Looks like your friend here is looking forward to flying with us! Seskan, I know you've taken a few practice runs with Darumi, but remember you're going to be lighter without him, so you're going to turn faster and it'll be easier to spin yourself and lose your bearings. If you're going to crash, you're going to do it taking off now or landing at the end. Slow, gentle movements, even at the beginning when you're falling. I'm going to go ahead of you and aim for the warm rising air. Follow our path. If you aim it wrong and miss the rising air, aim for the bushes on the other side of the river. Don't try any fancy tricks today, and don't try to copy me if I do any-just basic flying. I don't want to have to explain to Darumi why his glider's broken!"

      With that, he turned and walked away from the edge of the bluff to get some run-up distance, the long wings of his glider bobbing gently as he moved.

      "Here...we...go!"

      Twelve huge bouncing steps and a leap and a brief moment of purely instinctual terror later, Wahine was soaring through the air, gliding down over the river, over the forest on the other side, and into the swell of warm air rising up the side of the cliff. Haku jostled her slightly as he tilted his weight and pulled some control straps to bring them into a slow circling climb. With a flutter of grey-white feathers, her bird enthusiastically flashed ahead of them.
      Last edited by Wise Old Guru; 08-28-2014, 07:30 AM.


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      • #4
        Pakari gave a start when he heard the crack and watched as the limb fell onto a shelter below. Based on the muffled, angry-sounding racket coming from within, there was definitely someone in there. When his muscles caught up to his mind, Pakari pushed forward through the undergrowth, grabbed and lifted the fallen branch with both hands, and heaved it to one side.

        Underneath, still partially buried in leaves, was a large woman, older than Pakari but not yet an elder. She looked upset, probably because a large tree branch had disrupted her sleep and nearly crushed her. She had Whispering Valley tribe tattoos, but as far as Pakari could tell she looked like a coastal tribeswoman. Stranger still, she seemed to be wearing an old Temple Guardian cloak, but Pakari thought he knew all the Guadians, and he was sure he hadn't met this one before.

        Lying on the ground by her side was a worn-looking cloth bundle. Pakari squinted at it and realized it was actually a child in swaddling cloth - Yet more strangeness, since Guardians were not supposed to have children. Then he noticed the state of the "child's" hair and dessicated face, and his confusion grew. It wasn't a child - it was the mummified corpse of a child!

        Finally, things clicked together in Pakari's head. This must be the Bearer of the Bones - Pakari had seen her at a distance a few times, but never spoken to her. Hasya had told him that she used to be a Guardian, that she carried the wrapped body of a child everywhere as an act of penance for the child's death, and that she was to be pitied. She did not ask for or accept hospitality as most people would. That was the beginning and end of everything Pakari knew about her.

        Pakari was not sure what to do. How does one address a pariah? After a moment's hesitation, he decided to err on the side of compassion and sat down on his haunches by her side. "Are you alright... Ma'am?" he asked, scanning her for signs of injury. She was probably fine, but it was better to check - and perhaps a little kindness would make her rude awakening sting a little less.
        Last edited by semicasual; 08-28-2014, 01:25 PM.


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        • #5
          Originally posted by Wise Old Guru View Post
          On the Deck of the Guild Ship Blue Lily, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:
          The Maiden opened her eyes, and her face covered in sweats. The nightmare that that has plagued her for the past few month has started to occurred more and more frequently, "Why must I be tortured like this, have I done something wrong in my past life ?". It's only then that her master's snore broke the Maiden out of her trance.

          Letting out a heavy sigh, the Maiden leave her bed and started to change her attire. The fresh smell of the ocean air at least helped to make her feel a little more relax as she leave the cabin, ah yes, she can see captain Phi Hổ behind the ship wheel, and all the crewman seem to in a bright mood too. The Maiden smiled lightly as she remembered how joyful the last night performance was, even her master decided to join in for a last minute duet.

          A softly-spoken and yet husky voice politely offered the Maiden a good morning greeting, "Thank you for taking care of me for these last few weeks.", the Maiden respectfully bowed to return the captain's kindness.

          "Aayeee, have we reached the Middle-of-Nowhere Island yet ?", a half-asleep figure started to emerge from below the deck, "My back gonna turn to dust if I have to sleep in these wretched bed one more night", the Maiden and the Captain's miens began to go from calm to annoyed at the rabbit-ear man who was stretching his arms behind his back while letting out a big yawn.

          Captain Phi Hổ quickly resumed his cool and collected demeanor to answer Menreiki's question, "I'm sure you must be so uncomfortable that you always keep sleeping until the Daystar hit its peak. But don't worry, look to the front."

          The island in the girl dream was starting to appear before their eyes. A strange sense dread overpower the Maiden for just a moment, her master on the other hand seem to snap-out of his drowsy state immediately and was seem to fill with eagerness and excitement.
          "Come back....to Sunset Island"

          The black-haired girl frowned as a half-remembered voice echoed in her head. But there can't be no turning back now, the Maiden wanted to know for sure what is happening to her and to make sure that she will regain her lost memories. The towering silhouette of the island began to get bigger, she can already saw the ivory sand decorated the shore like a necklace of pure white jade.
          Last edited by Jen; 08-29-2014, 11:43 AM.


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          • #6
            Seskan hated that day.

            It all was Ailal's fault. He was the one to mention that stupid "name ritual" at the first place. Sure, he knew that his friend only meant well by suggesting him to pass the ritual- after all, all of those who lived on the island did so- so he agreed. How in the name of all of the demons in the Demon City he should have known that Ailal would decide that he should go to the nearest ritual, getting the agreement of both the Chief and the High Priestess behind his back (he wanted to surprise him and thought that it would make him happy) and finding some old friend to help him teach Seskan to use the kite. When he mentioned that he didn't had a glider, Ailal suggested to give him his old one- but that was his limit. That was the time he gave up, and has started to think seriously that he may have survived drowning in the city only to be eaten by a giant eel.

            The walk in the forest itself wasn't that bad- he may have even enjoyed it if he wouldn't have thought constantly about the reason he went to that "trip". Sure, he was bitten by insects and was scratched by thorns, but he saw many new and exciting things- plants which were rare in his island were common in here, and all kinds of new animals surrounded him. The singing of the exotic birds fascinated him, and he constantly thought which kinds of ingredients he could gather for his spells and potions. Yet, more interesting than the jungle were his escorts.

            It was obvious what the man (Haku, he believed) tried to achieve- after all, he paid less attention to the one he was meant to teach and more for the other escort, the woman (which he didn't got her name). The woman was truly interesting- after all, Ailal has warned him that she can't speak and that he should respect her silence. That, of course, made Seskan a lot more curious, for it meant that perhaps there is some secret hidden in that woman- but it wasn't the time to search for secrets. It was the time to find a way to survive his trial.

            When he got to they got to the cliff, the only thing he could think about was if he could find a way out of that. He thought about using his skills in order to enchant the glider somehow, but he wasn't sure that no one would notice and that it won't be considered as cheating. He thought that maybe he could find some good reason to try and postpone his participation, like creating some potion that would make him sick (yes, he was desperate enough to think about poisoning himself), yet he understood that it was only a temporary solution, for if he wished to become a true part of the society in the island he had to do the ritual. Plus, because of Ailal, the attention of the High Priestess was focused on him, and if he'll withdraw she would remember it- and his chances at becoming one of the Temple Guardians would vanish like mist in the sun.

            And so, he stood on the edge of the cliff, doing his best in order to not look down. Suddenly, the talking bird of the woman has started to scream, calling "Jump!" again and again. Seskan had to use all of his self control in order not to choke the damn bird, while fantasizing about summoning a demon and ordering it to eat the damn thing. Finally, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, touched the charm his mentor has given him one last time and prayed for what ever power that saved him from the storm to protect him from a far more ridiculous death. Then, he was ready.

            He looked directly at the far, blue skies, and jumped.


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            • #7
              Calm Sea Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:
              Of course, Huelo, who had just been woken by a particularly enthusiastic rooster right outside his window after staying up far too late breaking up a dispute between two drunken fishermen over a minor collision, was having trouble enjoying the season just at the moment.
              "...one of these mornings I am going to wake up to a nice quite morning, and fresh fried chicken." The man who was trying to bring law and order to the island was dealing with the head-aches of bringing law and order. Things like dealing with drunk fishermen who couldn't figure out how right of way when sober, reaching out to him in to deal with it when both were so drunk that seeing strait was a long forgotten memory was both an insult and a compliment. It was a compliment in that they actually understood how having law enforcement on the island works, which given their condition that level of clear thinking was impressive.

              It was insulting to think that this was the only time that the only time they would turn to him was in matters like that. It was a start though perhaps that one day they will open up more and more to law and the safety it brings. Taking his trunchon and sword down from the wall by his mat he removes the sheets and walks over to the basin and washes his face. He tries to remember if there is anyone locked up below in the jail.

              After getting ready for his day the man walks down into the jail to start his day with a hot beverage and some local fruit. Some things should be in season by now. Walking down into the Jail he sits in his official chair, behind his official desk. The desk was drift wood from a shipwreck that he had just finished nailing together recently. The chair was a likewise made from salvage. One day he hoped to get proper desks and chairs but this was not that day, or month, maybe not year.

              With that done he looks to the jail cells.

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              • #8
                "Fine," said the bonebearer, in a tone of voice one should reserve for enemies, as she tore off what leaves still covered her and her meagre belongings. That done, and her sword-clubs and shield accounted for, she settled into a more comfortable, seated position.
                "No reason for you to be here. Are you lost?"
                As she quickly scanned her charge (dead, sleeping) and fire (choked by a wet branch) and breakfast (sooty), fierce pale eyes could be glimpsed in the shadow of her matted hair.
                "Help yourself," and here she cocked her head towards of the still-edible pork in the ashes, "better a child eats than I."

                It was only now that she actually looked at Pakari, and the size of him seemed to startle her. When next she spoke, her tone was somewhat less grim.
                "Better a young man eats than I," she corrected herself.
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                • #9
                  Pakari stood up and stepped back as the Bearer collected herself. "I'm not lost, I'm traveling," he said, noting her armaments as she gathered them up - did she expect to be attacked, or was she looking for a fight? "Going to Dreaming River Village. For supplies." ...and also probably to waste a few hours telling Aunt Aroha and others everything he'd been up to since his last visit, but Pakari didn't think the Bearer would be interested in that part. He wanted to ask what she was doing out here herself, but he suppressed the reflexive return question. She might be out here simply because she would not be welcome in any of the villages, or because it was part of her penance, or to commune with the spirits. Whatever it was, what she was doing wasn't really any of his business.

                  He looked at the campfire. A chunk of meat had dropped into the coals, but it was probably still good. He'd been brought up not to refuse hospitality, or to waste food, and he was kind of hungry - he'd set out before dawn and hadn't stopped to eat, figuring that Aroha would insist on cooking (way too much food) for him when he arrived. Pakari looked back to the bearer, bowed his head, and said "Thank you," before grabbing a palm leaf from the ground. He brushed it off and used the damp leaf to grab the warm pork out of the fire circle, dusting off some of the ash with his fingers before taking a bite. It was a little burnt, but Pakari didn't much care - roast pork was always good to start the morning with.

                  He tore the meat hunk in half and proffered the part he hadn't bitten to the Bearer. "You sure you don't want any? It's not bad."
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                  • #10
                    In the Mountains Northeast of Thousand Lilies Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, At Sunrise:

                    OOC: Seskan, I made a prayer roll for you (Two successes) and a Dex+Ride roll to get the glider in the air (One Success). You were doing it under perfect conditions with no penalties, and I gave you a situational bonus of two dice to take off due to following Haku's example. Flying your beginner's glider reasonably easy, so I won't require additional piloting rolls for basic travel. If you attempt any aerobatic maneuvers, or if you attempt a controlled rise or descent, or if you encounter any weather or when it comes time for you to land, I'll have you make additional rolls.

                    Seskan experienced a lurch and a rising of his stomach into his throat before the adrenaline kicked in and he found himself filled with excitement. His practice with Alial came back to his hands without conscious thought, and he tilted his weight and pulled the straps to steer his glider without thought. He descended rapidly toward the river, and for a brief moment he worried he might crash, but then he pulled up slightly and his wings of laquer and sailcloth caught the rising breeze, and he soared over the treetops in a wide circle as he'd practiced when strapped to Alial and as Haku had instructed.

                    High Above Whitestone Island, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, About Half An Hour Later:

                    Both gliders had ridden the warm thermals up the side of the mountain and into the silent air high above the birds that flitted and fluttered over the forest far below. Seskan and Wahine could see the buildings of Thousand Lilies village studding the green hills above Green Lake like children's toys. The sun glinted off the lake, and off the sea which was now visible extending out to the horizon beyond the shores of the island. The sun shone low in the eastern skies, which were clear and bright and blue. As Seskan followed Haku and Wahine as they soared over the mountains separating the lands of the Green Flower and Sunset tribes, they could see the eastern horizon shining blue past the lush green of Whitestone Island, and a faint triangular shadow to the distant east which the gliders all used to orient themselves if they found their directions getting mixed up.

                    Sunset Island rose on the southern horizon, and a gentle column of smoke rose high into the air like a smear of diluted ink, growing fainter and fainter and wider and wider as it climbed. The only sounds were the creak of laminated wood and the flutter of the cloth that made up the wings and the gentle rustling of the breeze.

                    "We're heading south!" Haku yelled to Seskan. "We'll make a circuit on the southern shores, and ride the wind up the Whispering Valley Mountains to give us enough height to get home!"

                    OOC: Seskan and Wahine, please give me a Perception+Awareness roll on the next posts. Also, Seskan, feel free to converse with Haku, you're within shouting distance. Wahine, sorry to sort of strap you in for the ride. I know you can't really shout to communicate, but feel free to have your trained bird get you in on the interaction if you like.

                    Calm Sea Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:


                    The jail cells (constructed at his instructions from the materials available, which meant the walls were built in a heavier log-cabin style than the other buildings of the village, and the bars were cut saplings and the doors were held shut by means of a heavy wooden beam which could not be reached from inside the cells) were mostly empty, save only for Faruma Black Eyes, who had two weeks ago gotten drunk and tried to burn down his ex-lover's hut. Faruma was still asleep on his cot in the corner. His family had requested that a priest from outside the village be sent to decide upon the appropriate punishment for his crime, as his lover was the nephew of the priest who ran the local temple, and it was clear that impartiality was difficult to establish in his case. Normally the priest would just render a verdict after hearing both sides of the story and the people of the village would see it carried out, but Faruma's grandfather was a cousin to Fokisi's grandmother, and therefore had ties with the nobility back in Two Rivers village where the tribal Chieftain dwelled, and so it was important that justice was seen to be carried out fairly. Of course, the victim's family claimed that the priest being sent would obviously favor Faruma because of his family's clout, so the Black Eye clan had arranged for a priestess stationed in the Dreaming River tribe who cared not one with for local politics to be sent out to arbitrate the case...which all meant that Faruma would have a few more weeks to wait in the cells while she made her way here.

                    He was well-behaved and had sworn off drink several times a day for the past few days.

                    As Huelo did his daily inspection and munched his breakfast, the door opened, letting in a gentle breeze and the pleasant smells of the village outside.

                    "Good morning!" Nemoai declared in a cheerful voice. He carried a heavy basket. "Got a big pile of yams here, from Leilo Sweet-Tide, thanks for sorting out her husband's stupid fight last night. She says to tell you she'll make sure he doesn't take any more drink with him when he ships out in the morning, and that she's sending another basket to the Breaking Wave's wife to apologize for her husband running into their boat."

                    On the Deck of the Guild Ship Blue Lily, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:

                    "Ahoy! Land!" shouted someone from the crow's nest.

                    "We see it already!" Phi Ho shouted back. "And wake up, up there! All hands on deck! We've spotted land!"

                    Suddenly the ship was bustling with life. Sailors clambered up and down the rigging, tightening and loosening sails to adjust the ship's course. In the midst of the frenetic activity, the ship came up with a tray with a boiled egg and some sliced cheese, as well as a selection of dried fruit, for Menreiki and the Maiden. He promised to return shortly with some breakfast wine, and scurried off belowdecks.

                    "Ahoy! Another island!" came the call from the crow's nest. "Off the port bow!"

                    Ahead, a conical island rose slowly from the place where sea met sky, a gentle column of smoke rising from its volcanic peak. Slightly more distant, another, larger island was coming into view, its rolling green mountains filling up much of the horizon.

                    The Maiden had a sudden memory of bare toes and hot sand, of laughter...she didn't know whose laughter.

                    "With the wind as it is, we should arrive in about half an hour," Phi Ho declared to Menreiki. "Though it may take longer to find a safe harbor to weigh anchor. The weather's fine today, but this far West squalls can come up out of nowhere...I don't suppose your companion remembers the shape of the place, or could point us to a nice sheltered bay or inlet?"
                    Last edited by Wise Old Guru; 09-08-2014, 12:38 AM.


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                    • #11
                      Calm Sea Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, Half an Hour after Sunrise:


                      The jail cells (constructed at his instructions from the materials available, which meant the walls were built in a heavier log-cabin style than the other buildings of the village, and the bars were cut saplings and the doors were held shut by means of a heavy wooden beam which could not be reached from inside the cells) were mostly empty, save only for Faruma Black Eyes, who had two weeks ago gotten drunk and tried to burn down his ex-lover's hut. Faruma was still asleep on his cot in the corner. His family had requested that a priest from outside the village be sent to decide upon the appropriate punishment for his crime, as his lover was the nephew of the priest who ran the local temple, and it was clear that impartiality was difficult to establish in his case. Normally the priest would just render a verdict after hearing both sides of the story and the people of the village would see it carried out, but Faruma's grandfather was a cousin to Fokisi's grandmother, and therefore had ties with the nobility back in Two Rivers village where the tribal Chieftain dwelled, and so it was important that justice was seen to be carried out fairly. Of course, the victim's family claimed that the priest being sent would obviously favor Faruma because of his family's clout, so the Black Eye clan had arranged for a priestess stationed in the Dreaming River tribe who cared not one with for local politics to be sent out to arbitrate the case...which all meant that Faruma would have a few more weeks to wait in the cells while she made her way here.

                      He was well-behaved and had sworn off drink several times a day for the past few days.

                      As Huelo did his daily inspection and munched his breakfast, the door opened, letting in a gentle breeze and the pleasant smells of the village outside.

                      "Good morning!" Nemoai declared in a cheerful voice. He carried a heavy basket. "Got a big pile of yams here, from Leilo Sweet-Tide, thanks for sorting out her husband's stupid fight last night. She says to tell you she'll make sure he doesn't take any more drink with him when he ships out in the morning, and that she's sending another basket to the Breaking Wave's wife to apologize for her husband running into their boat."
                      "I swear some men have wives just to keep them from getting killed." He smiles looking at his 'deputy'. "Good work Nemoai." I set the basket aside. I get some simple food for the man in the jail cell and put the cold food and a cup of water down for our prisoner. This is the longest we have had someone stay here. My past few have just been drunk tank arrests and I've just held them till they could sleep it off. This one was different. I wanted him to have a fair hearing, and I wanted justice, fair and equitable. I hoped he got it. "Eat up, it's a new day, and a new chance." I look at him sternly. I had hopes for him. There was a chance he could repent, though it seems the demon of drink is getting to be a bigger problem here.

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by Wise Old Guru View Post
                        In the Mountains Northeast of Thousand Lilies Village, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, At Sunrise:
                        High Above Whitestone Island, RY 767, 23rd of Ascending Fire, About Half An Hour Later:

                        OOC: Seskan and Wahine, please give me a Perception+Awareness roll on the next posts.
                        Jumping from the cliff face was always exhilarating. Could she speak, Wahine would have let out an excited shout as the glider lurched downward and then suddenly upward as air filled the lacquer braced sail cloth. Instead, her wild smile and silent laughter spoke for her. Joy shone from her face like a beacon as she marveled at the morning before them and took in the scenery with wide eyed amazement. From their lofty height she could see far beyond the swath of land she knew intimately and could appreciate the size of the island and the vastness of the sea beyond. As familiar landforms and landmarks passed beneath them, she kept a weather eye out for signs of her rare few friends and familiar acquaintances. She whistled loudly, listening for a reply from the vague shapes or other unseen persons who knew her calls. Her bird drifted amongst the gliders in languid patterns, lending his own voice to Wahine’s calls. Soon they rose too high for anyone below to hear and she became absorbed with the grander view.

                        Nothing could dampen her spirits. She made a face at the other glider as Haku circled around in an updraft. As they settled in for the longer flight, she was even feeling unusually tolerant of Haku's often affectionate company. If his attention became too amorous for her liking, she was more than flexible enough to jab him in the sides like a stubborn mount. A swift kick with her heels would set him straight. But so far she was enjoying the attention. Her bird started to sing songs to entertain himself as they followed the updrafts and currents.

                        “Lady, Lady give me your answer true
                        Will you let me fly along with you?
                        When you and I go cruisin’
                        You’ll thank me for choosin’
                        You to come and have some fun
                        on a glider that’s built for two...

                        Wahine tried to hide a blush as she occupied herself with the scenery.

                        (perception+awareness roll= 3 successes)

                        Last edited by Foxsimile; 09-08-2014, 06:34 PM.

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                          "Nyan, you know, those kind of vision never tell you anything useful like that ~" Menreiki nonchalantly answered.

                          "Her vision has leaded us to the island, wouldn't hurt to ask, isn't it ?", the captain seem slightly annoyed at the rabbit-ear man, "I suppose we just have to find a landing spot for ourselves then".

                          "Hehheh, we gonna arrive at your hometown at last, are you excited kiddo !", her master try to lighten up the Maiden's mood with his ama~zing charisma, "Let hope your ancestor are not some giant gorilla's worshiping cannibal tribe, okay", he continued to talk, "This old cat ship can't support something THAT big", and talk "Also try to not to make any pacts with demon that will steal your voice, you're the only walking talking translator that we have in case we meet your ancestor, ufufufu~", and talk, "Double also, have you thought abou....! Nyan !"

                          "Master ! Please be quiet !", the Maiden pulled at Menreiki's cheek to stop him from bothering her....and everyone else.

                          "Ow, ow ow! It's hurt !", the man began to sob like a baby "Waaaa, I save little girl and she grow up to be an abusive wife !".

                          "You're being dramatic again, master", the Maiden let out a long sigh, trying to imagine having to spend weeks with him on an island make her shudder.

                          Hmmm, but she is quite curious at the prospect of meeting those that could be her family, should she announce her intention truthfully, and what if they are indeed tribes of crazy Wyld mutant that has demon worship as one of their daily activity like her master said.........

                          "Uuuuu, Master, you always make me nervous before important stuffs are about to happen !"

                          The Maiden and her master still argued back and forth as the ship approached the island.

                          Last edited by Jen; 09-10-2014, 12:25 PM.


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                          • #14
                            The bearer of the bones gritted her teeth – not a smile, but almost – and shook her head. "I'm not hungry," she lied; the youth's courtesy, while not unwelcome, seemed decidedly suspicious. Best she refuse it, as politely as possible.
                            While Pakari ate, the penitent tended to her charge, painstakingly unraveling each braid on Kusuma's head. She'd done it a thousand times and more, now, and could do it without looking, so she kept her unnecessarily intense stare on her... guest, so to speak.

                            "Whence came you?" she asked suddenly, seeing a rare opportunity for small talk. "No village, certainly, or you'd gone by the river."
                            The mummy's hair unbraided, she took out a small wooden comb and set to work. It was her habit to neglect her own hair in favour of Kusuma's, as payment for her unwarranted loyalty. She did not mind that it made her seem even more like a witch – in fact, she derived some strange pleasure from it, not that it seemed to affect this youth.

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                            • #15
                              Pakari's initial uncertainty about the Bearer was growing into a mild discomfort. She didn't seem hostile, but the way she worked on the mummy-child's hair without taking her eyes off him was somewhat unnerving. He tried to focus on eating the other half of the meat she had refused, but that ended when she asked where he had come from. He swallowed quickly and answered "from the mountain." He pointed north. "My master, Hasya, is there, going over the wards on a tomb. Some of them got battered a bit by the last storm, and we have to replace them. We didn't have any bone or Whitestone though, so I'm going to Dreaming River to get some."

                              Pakari paused to stuff the last of the meat into his mouth and closed his eyes while he chewed. "'e altho 'eed 'ope," he said absently, mouth still full, as he recalled his shopping list. "Ink, 'alth, intenth thickth, an' 'aybe 'ait-traffs-" Pakari swallowed, then continued, eyes still shut. "-in case we need to sacrifice something." Those were the necessities - Pakari thought he might also get more herbs and spices or a new knife while he was in town, but the job only required some basic ritual ingredients.

                              After a second of hesitation, he opened his eyes, and confirmed with some dismay that she was still looking straight at him and combing the child's hair. It was just as bad as before, and Pakari began considering ways that he could politely escape from her company. "So, what are you doing out here?" he asked. It seemed like a safely reciprocal kind of question to ask at this point in the conversation, and would lead very naturally to something like, "Oh, it sounds like you're busy, I should go."


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