Kiley looked over at Pol as he had come out of his meditation. She nodded in agreement and smiled at his attepmted joke. It was a nice change of pace, being here with others, not seperated from them. When was the last time I heard a joke. It must have been my brother. All the elders were too serious with me. It seems like forever. "Yes, stick together." Still, what happens should my dream come to pass. I do not wish to drag others into such a fate. No I must be more postive about this. She shook the negative thought from her mind and took Mi'ia's hand and bowed slightly. "Thank you," she rises to meet her eyes, "for your advise and your friendship." She bows again and looks over agaain at Pol. I better ask now. I don't want to miss my opportunity. She walks up to Pol. "Are you..." she studders for a moment as her self doubt creeps up on her. Quietly she asks, "Are you a seer?"
As Kiley asks Pol, he shakes his head, " I have no idea. Perhaps, it may be linked to my sight...but that's a little complicated...." I doubt they want to listen to my life story... that, and if they knew why I wear these wrappings, they may reject me. hmm...if they ask, I will leave it simply at: I am blind by nature, but through my spirit I can see....yes...that will work nicely After clearing his throat, Pol continues, " why the studder? am I scary? I mean...I may look like a mummy, but I do live, breath, eat and sleep.... " After saying this Pol laughs lightly, in an attempt to relieve any tension, " If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask. For if nothing else, I am happy to share my knowledge." even if I can't help so much in a fight... at least I can help ease tensions...perhaps this is my place in the group? as an advisor and spiritual expert.
"mummy? you dont look like a girl..." she walks around pol for a moment looking around him. "hmm... i dont think you are a girl are you. as far as i knew only a girl could be a mummy. i mean ive never heard of a guy being a mummy. a lepard, yes but they arnt bad. not bad at all." she looked at pol in all seriousness.
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
Pol simply slaps his forehead when he hears this, then begins to laugh, " a mummy is a kind of creature, it's a corpse that was preserved in a special way, one of which was wrapping it in a special cloth...." Pol then points to his wrappings, " it was also a joke...you know, I look somewhat like a mummy with these wrappings on." and thus the joke was cut down in it's prime, cause of death: explanation....maybe I should check my audience's knowledge base before I make more jokes...
She looks down for a moment in shame. "No, I am not frightened of you. I'm sorry. I just... well... I just doubt myself sometimes. I don't know." She paused for a moment I must sound like a complete idiot, right now, but I started this. I must finish. She looked up. "I asked because when I was young I had a vison and due to events that happened in my village I was trained to become the village seer, but instead of being trained by a real seer, I was trained by the elders." She stopps again for a moment. I'm probaly boring him with all this. I better hurry it up. "I guess I was wondering if you could tell me if I am a real seer or if I was just a tool for the gods to warn my village once." She stopped again, afriad to ask her next question but knowing she had too. "And if I do have spritual powers, could... could you train me?"
As pol listens to Kiley, he grins beneath his wrappings, " you shouldn't doubt yourself, it will only lead to problems....as for Seeing, I have no real training or knowledge of it. However, in matters of spiritual powers, I can teach you what I know, that much I will do."
She smiles a bows deeply to him. "Thank you very much." She rises again still smiling. "The elders had no spritual training, they just taught me traditional ways found in books and the techinques believed to be used by the pervious seer." Strange, for empasising so much tradition in training me, they broke it at the start by not seeking an established seer. Then again, the pervious seer's death did make thing different I suppose. "I hope to be a good student and perhaps through traning I can discover my true self."
Pol returns the bow, " I only hope that I can prove to be a good teacher, and through training help you to find your way." After clearing his throat he continues, " However, For the moment we should concern ourselves with the present path we are to take. And for that knowledge, we shall turn to the senior members of our group..."
Listening to the others words, Deus nodded his head slowly, taking in what was going on. He had heard a lot from his father about the world, from his travels and journeys. He had take the stories and the experience seriously, and it had helped him before, in fights and otherwise.
Now, though, he was experiencing something that his father could not really explain, every time it came up in his stories of his past. His father spoke of a level of camaraderie that he could not quite put into words, though it was quite special to him. His greatest friends all drew from a group of adventurers that he spent some of the best times of his life with.
Deus could not help but wonder if that was what was developing here, in this group of seers, wanderers, and outcasts. Perhaps this was his path, here and now, tied to these people in whatever path fate took them. He was not sure, but... he was certain that he would protect them until he found out.
Anyone watching Deus would notice that he squared up his shoulders here, as he accepted the duty that he had placed on himself. They would also note that he was smiling...
chewing on this information for a little bit, she looks up and asks "why would they name something that has to deal with death after a person who brings life into the world? that does not make sense to me." she scratched her ears and tried to smooth her her reddish blonde fur on her face.
((occ: shes not stupid just nieve about alot of the worldly terms))
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
Tia shakes her head solemnly. These people are weird, she thinks to her self. Oh, well. This may well be my team, once we are accepted. I guess I'm just as weird then, huh?
A stiff breeze kicked up in an instant, blowing the fire out. It kicked the ashes up into the air, and Jaya commented, "I think it is about time we moved on. It is good to see you all getting aong so well, now. Come, there are many miles to the Copse." Jaya and her Knights and Kraln rose almost in unison "We are going through the Madare Canyon. It is the shortest way. The vast majority of camp had already been packed, and little time was needed to finish moving out. The party was on it's way.
The canyon walls were steep and sheltered the group from the high noonday sun that would have normally scorched them. Following the Madare River at the base of the canyon, the team passed almost without incident. Jaya had explained once they were moving, "We will break for lunch when the sun is above our heads, around noon hour."
============== OOC: It is late morning in game. Use this time to character interact some more. Good roleplay, all.
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She walks along with the group, finnally feeling in place among them. She keeps a careful watch for anything that may threathen the group also for anyplace she may be able to hide if she needed to. She sighs. I wish I had some battle skills to help should we incounter danger. She looks up to the sky then back to the the terrain before them. Hmmm, I wonder. Villagers were often trained to use staffs or walking sticks as weapons if needed. Maybe I can find a suitable length. She begins watching the ground near them as the group walks hoping to find soemthing she may defend herself with if she needs to.
Smiling at Ma'ia, Deus leaned over to her as he picked up his things. "I think you are thinking of mommy, little one... A different thing entirely. The humans have a strange language, do they not?" Laughing a little, he started off after the rest of the group, happy to be moving again. ---
Walking, Deus could not help but notice Tia's confident stride. She was a trained warrior, that much was certain by the way she held herself. And her weapon... suffice to say, he was curious about the human woman.
Stepping over to her, he leaned over a little, a gentle smile on his face. "I could not help but notice the skill with which you wield that beautiful weapon of yours. A family heirloom, perhaps?"
Deus' question drew Tia out of her thoughts and back into the world. She was a bit confused for a moment, looking perplexed at him. Then realization hit her. "Oh! The Oracillion?" She hefted the polearm up into view. It was finely carved mahogany, topped with a sapphire blade. The sunlight shone brilliantly off it, like a beacon and a guardian all at once. "I don't know where it came from. My mother gave it to me, and her mother to her. I've never really been sure what it was about it, but I feel secure with it in my hands. I learned the Mowershian polearm style so I could better use it." She grinned and shruged, "I guess all my study paid off, huh?"
============ OOC: artemi, you do realize that Deus has Melee Combat - Sword skill, but has no sword on his profile? Jus' sayin'.
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mi'ia looked at deus and said "its a little confusing but i guess that would make sence."
apon hearing that she had learned the polearm style of her people mi'ia spoke up, "really now? so then you lived in that area for a while?" she was intregued that there was someone that had possibly lived in her country for a while.
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
"Indeed, Ma'Ia. I was born and raised in the town of Azheraus, just north of Citadel held Mowershe. My family has lived there since my great-grandmother came from Kyphee." She grinned, remembering her great-grandmother's tair-ham pies. The smell wafting through the house seemed to bring back memories of summers spent in the open moonlight and sweaty humidity. "My family has a long tradition in the Mowershian Guards. Seventeen members of my family held posts in it, with six becoming officers. I am the first who did not follow in their trails. Instead, after studying the halberd for a decade, the Pestilence wracked northern Mowershe. The Order came to the aid of the Villagers, at great risk to themselves. Only myself and my sister, Sierra, survived." She seemed to fight back great tears of sorrow. "I was so... disappointed that they could save others, but not my family. Eventually, I had to admit that they had at least tried, which was more than I was capable of. Had they not come, I would be dead like my kin." She looked to Ma'Ia and Deus, "So I learned all I could about the Order and petitioned Knight Kraln Massaed when he was through again, and, well, here I am now."
She smiled sincerely and fully. She had kept her story to herself before, but if these people were to be her comrades in arms, they needed to know anything necessary about her. "So, what about you two?"
Hearing Tia’s story, Deus nodded his head in understanding with the woman. He too had lost family members, most of note was his mother. While not nearly as painful to watch as a plague, she had wasted away in her own way. Noting her question, though, he cleared his throat.
“As I am sure I mentioned before, my clan is that of Gras’Vhan, hailing from Upper Arcoz. My family have always been connected to that of the Order, with at least one of us being a part of the Order. It is something of a tradition of my Clan where one leaves their home for a few years, seeing the world and gaining a measure of perspective. My sister Mirialina had just gotten back from her own journey, and had enough intresting stories to make me want to start off on my own immediatly."
“I have been wandering the world for a few years now, seeing things I had never thought could exist in my childhood.” He smiled faintly, remembering a few of his adventures in the Dwarven lands. There had been some truly interesting things to see in their mountains and mines. “In my travels, I had run into and talked to enough members of the Order to make me quite curious about them. So, I decided to join…” He shrugged.
“A simply life, yes, but I think that I have lived well…” He chuckled a little at that. “And because of my travels, I have plenty of stories for quiet campfires…”
mi'ia listen and then said "i am from the family of mi'ia's. i lived with my grandmother. my mother was dead and my father eh who knows." she shurgs "its not my family's way to trace through the fathers. so unreliable. but yes my grandmother died a few years ago and so since then i have been following what my goddess wants."
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
Ma'Ia's comment about "her goddess" piqued Tia's interest. She had studied enough of the Dream to know that other deities could be worshipped in conjunction with the Willow. She had to ask the question, "So, Ma'Ia, who is your goddess?"
As pol continues to follow the others and listen to thier conversations, he 'spots' something in the corner of his perceptions, as he focuses his attention on it, it seems to dissapear as mist. what? what the hell was that? it dissapeared as I drew my attention to it...perhaps we are being watched, or followed? if that's the case, I should probably notify the others....but they are so relaxed, I don't want to ruin it for them....hmmm...still, it would be better if we were on guard for any possible attack... After clearing his throat, in an attempt to garner the attention of the others, Pol speaks up, " I think we are being followed....or watched. In either case, be prepared..."
