Jurdanith Yusifaar's Story

Jurdani was dressed in a traditional business suit, except it looked like it was modified with flairs of sleek tech and had jewelry here and there that anyone who could detect magical aura would be able to sus out. Jur was ready to get off the blasted planet, but he was attempting to find the relic that he knew was on this planet, but he couldn't seem to find. Plus after his ship was shot down by space pirates, he was stranded.

Thinking to steal a ship, he could have done that long ago. But he couldn't leave quite yet. He needed the Furmi Crystal. That thing was essential for his survival. All the intel he had collected lead him here. Surely it wouldn't be a fluke. He knew Kassandra would accept him back once he found out where she was...They crashed together. It was a giant explosion, he made sure to utilize his last resort and teleported her to a random location. The brand of magic, and tech needed to do it, was still being experimented on by himself, he had not perfected it yet. Hence the current predicament of having been on the planet for about a week.

It was not fun having to live primitively. But it wasn't very far off from what he was used to back home. Two side of the same coin really, from his perspective, having lived both lifestyles.

All he needed now was head out to the furthest reaches as the last leg of search areas. He knew what was needed, but it was tedious indeed to do it. He checked his sides where the twin magic high tech pistols were. Each of them would have 'K.S.' labeled on them. Once was red and black, matching his shoes and belt. The other was green and white, matching his shirt. coat, and pants. He looked dapper to himself. But his color choices were always very different from everyone. All he knew, was that with his current equipment, and abilities, nothing should pose much of a threat.

The train nearly passed him as he was lost in thought. He quickly and nimbly hopped on, as if having planned it ahead. He walked around the crowded place until he could occupy a corner. He stood out, he knew. But his outfit was dirtied and slightly worn by now, so even it was a sharp look, it was also a look that needed cleaning or changing.

Jur knew he was comfortable in all atmosphere's and had an attitude of focus, so 'whatever served the mission' was his motto. But this train was entirely too crowded and made him sigh inside.

Emile could recognize a kindred spirit in the crowd. A man in a exceptional fine suit and sense of fashion somewhat being crushed by the masses of people and even yes ANIMALS that were on these interlocking carts. A strange sense of empathy prang into the aristocrats cold heart. Many it was because this was the first face on this forsaken jungle that did not have a brand or tattoo and was not wearing the hide of a dead animal merged with the strange arcane technology to make up most of these warrior's thick resilient armor.

The officer was wearing a very immaculate uniform with the added cape which he had pulled up so he wasn't exactly sitting on it. He WAVED to Jurdanith. "There is some more space up here!" He called out to the stranger. A smile widening at the prospect of sharing his time with someone else that seemed to be in his exact situation.

As far as weapons came, Emile seemed to be armed with a military issued pistol. Now neatly tucked into his belt like everything else of the small thin man with pale hair and violet eyes. He waved again, trying to garner the attention of the stranger before what had been this vacant cart would be taken up by others. He could use the buffer!

Jurdanith was not big on socialization outside of those who really liked him or had need for him. Even after a few hundred years of people ignoring you, unless you familiarize yourself with the unfamiliar, one would become a unsocial bat. Well, in his case, it was LITTLE different. The bat part anyways. However, he saw a fellow dressed in what seemed to be quite the militant garb; said stranger was waving at him.

Invitations, random or not, was something he was certainly not used to. Well, the acceptance of such things was not something he was used to, being an outcast and all. Kassandra generally handled those things. In the current moment, the separation of the two was showing its head again. Always in the most vulnerable and uncomfortable ways too; at least since he has landed on this blasted planet. Although he did not want to, Jur certainly felt the need to have more breathing room. His current space was suffocating with sweat, discharge of some sort, and what smelled like anxiety mixed with excitement and hunger. In contrast, there seemed to be much more ample room where the stranger was.

That made his next decision eaaasy.

Waving back, Jur made his way over to the stranger and stood for half a second. Contemplating whether to sit or not. He decided to sit, but the hesitation was surely noticeable. So would the uncomfortable nature of being around someone of his kind.

"Hello...I'm, uh...Jurdanith." he said, offering a ring finger with the thumb out. He swung the gesture in a half circle, switching to the pinky from the ring finger; starting from the face it would land on his heart. He gave his clan greeting of the Tierdath, for those whom you respect, or are of higher standing. Doing this, one would know what it meant, even if they could not identify the clan - because he placed his hand out flat for a handshake. Although this too would look a little strange because he was laying the palm flat instead of vertical as one would normally do.

Emile had no idea what the strange alien custom meant. He was entirely out of his element here and seeing the ritual made him pensive. What exactly was he supposed to do in this? Mirror him? He kept his hands to himself. When the hand was offered, he felt disgusted. He hated handshakes. They were incredibly beneath his stratum. No. One bowed. One always bowed.

Still he swallowed the disgust and took the other’s hand. A bit loosely and limp wristed though. He didn’t shake hands that much so he couldn’t decide being gentle or firm. Even the angle felt off. Twisting his arm to meet the other from below.

“A pleasure.” He lied.

“I am Emile. It would seem we will be sharing a cart for the next couple of days.”

Jurdanith was seeing the pensive look on Emile's face and the confusion settled alongside it. This was interesting...he seemed not to know the customs of the clan's from whence Jur came from. Meaning he is unrelated to ANY of the clans he knew. That would prove to be interesting. Certainly. The only thing on his mind at this point was the final touch of the greeting.

Jur accept the hand more fully. Pushing his hand in for a full grasp, he then bowed smoothly. As if submitting to the acquaintance, bringing his head up again, he looked at Emile and took his hand away.

"My apologies for making uncomfortable Sir. My customs are formal where I from fro introductory purposes...hm...yes. We will be here for a little bit it would seem." Jur said.

He folded his leg over his lap, still an bit stiff, but relaxing more and more as he now knew this person was not anyone related to his clan, so that means he didnt have to worry about capture nor death. Simply just another world's vampire. Hopefully not high born. This entire interaction would be rude...even for him, rude as he was outside of home.

Emile's eyes pushed to the slots that made the view outside this cart. Still seated in the bench that forced him to sit very upright. "The next stop on this train is on the complete other side of the world." He reported. "It takes close to three days to get here, there is a lot of jungle to navigate between here and there."

Without much talking, the young man opened up a gold case of vanilla scented cigarettes. Putting one to his own lips as he had a casual smoke.

"I think they leave this front cart open for outsiders. I haven't seen any of the locals walk in here yet." He added. Though not certain why that was.

Jurdanith didnt make any quarrels about the time it would take to get from point A to point B. He was more concerned about the acquisition of the item he was looking for. Although it wouldnt be out of the ordinary for others to be headed where was going, he was curious as to where his fellow companion was headed.

"What brings you here exactly?" Jur asked.

Unable to take his eyes of the cigarettes. Those made him fairly uncomfortable. Being primitive and crude devices of nicotine intake, his planet upgraded past that a long time ago. Granted, new addictions came with growth in any field. It would be no different with cigarettes. Then again, what were the chances that the cigarette was Terran in nature?

You can never tell these things. So it's best not to make assumptions.

"I can tell you arent from around here, so are you in search of something?"

Emile nodded somewhat. The other man didn't share much. His demeanor seemed. Nervous. Reasonable given the situation they both found themselves in. He took a long drag of the cigarette. Smell of smoke and vanilla premeditating the air and not making a good mixture.

"I made the exact same observation as you stepped in. This isn't a very pleasant place to be on." He confessed fully. "Braxien. It is a type of ore only found on this world." He expressed.

"It is not used for metals but rather can be refined to a very suitable means of fuel or even battery... What about you? What brings you to this jungle laden world?"

"A relic is said to be here. Something that would help my friend...something that many have sought to ignore. Saying it was impossible. But...I would do anything to find it. It is necessary for..." Jur choked back his sentence, he pretended to cough because of the smell hitting his nose. Truly vanilla did not mix in this air, but that was different.

Swallowing the last words was like swallowing lead or silver meant to destroy. He knew better than to allow his emotions to rise anywhere near the surface. But it was difficult to think of the mess she might be in. Especially because of him. Natrually, there need be no true worries for she was a chosen one. Chosen of many. In the most brutal of ways.

But he thought very little of his own safety when It came to her. She was like a breathe of air always needed, but never thanked nor appreciated. Never thought of because it felt so natural. She would understand that as well, with expectations placed on her, never asked for but borne and pushed into. Exceeding those around her like sky high trees rooted into solid earth. Ever present and unwavering, ancient and expected to last through all tragedies that may befall.

His rumination was cut by the second whiff of unpleasant vanilla and musk.

"I was attacked on my way here. Now I'm stranded until acquisition of a new vessel. But not before find the item I'm looking for. It's called the Furmi Stone, or Gem. You probably never heard of it. Some call it the philosopher's stone. But this predates that."

"I've heard of the philosopher's stone. The ultimate form of enlightenment." He trailed off for a moment. He pulled the cigarette over to the slates off the cart. Seeing that the smoke had been bothering his guest. His mind was trailing off. Perhaps to a place far away from here. His own home. His beautiful perfect homeland. A look of longing washed over his face.

Quickly he snapped out of it.

"What makes you think such a relic is on this world? What had led you here?" He asked curious for the other's story now.

Jurdanith began to frown slightly.

"You didn't have to stop smoking." A tone of surprise contradicting his frown.

'Just because I dislike it. In fact most would continue for that very reason where I am from.' A look of concerned washed over as he thought this. He knew that he was still in a place of slight inferiority within his brain. Though that should not be the case. Certainly he had the pride of his new clan, having been taken in. But still...others respecting him? This was foreign to him.

"My intel came from a merchant. He collects rare items and for whatever reason, apparently has one of the best networks concerning historical hotspots for certain materials. One of thos materials is gems. The philosopher's stone is considered myth. But they do exist. However, there are gem relics that predates them. The Furmi Stone is one of them. The information is trust worthy." He said.

Jur remembered the look of surprise when acquiring about the stone. Maxim didnt seem to want to give up the information at first. But one we told him about a place where he could do tons of business and maybe even forge a new frontier because of the raw materials there...well? He was more than willing to trade the information. Certainly quid pro quo was the most effective means of acquisitions.

Emile darted his eyes back to Jurdanith. Trying to make a polite apology for his own actions. He sneered a little at the concept. "I simply wished to stop smoking." He lied rather bluntly. Not that he cared for the moment if the other believed him or not. There was a ruckus on the carts behind him. It would seem that a few warriors had got on the train and were sort of regalling a small audience of their exploits in tracking and killing a very dangerous animal that was threatening a small village.

The locals were eating the story up and there was some airs of theatrics to it especially as one of them could mimic the Roars of the large cat with six legs they had fought and killed.

"This world is a wild land all to itself. Some of these people would serve better if such things were tempered." He saw them. Drunk. Boisterous. Formidable yes.

"The natives here are very protective of their resources." He exclaimed in honesty.

"The contacts I am meeting are the extremely rare type that are interested in the outside world. And they had just defeated another tribe that had control of a significant vein and are interested in exporting."

Jurdanith was quite interested in the 'contacts' mentioned. Maybe they could help him on his journey of getting off the damn planet. In a more...peaceful way. Since he had no plans of doing it in such a way. All he had going for him at the current moment was a slight and feint connection to Kassandra that let him know that she was alive and well. So he had to forge on with hope and focus, being as efficient as possible. He had to survive. The easier ways of doing things, the better. Less danger that way. What was most important was making sure to get to a point of not needing to go through the extra efforts, or at least not the slower ones. Maybe he could get to the point of having his own vessel again. But for now, whatever he could get his hands on would do.

At the current moment, his mind started to wonder as to when the train would start to take off or move. He wasn't in a hurry, but he was indeed ready to do what needed to get done.

"The Furmi Stone is said to be a part of a collective of other stones. There are many legends surrounding it, shrouded in history and mystery as some of those stories are passed along. Much like our own species as it were." Jurdanith finished that thought and smirked a little. Knowing how much of a mystery his own people was to himself even. Given the way he was treated.

"Hard to know what is what. But I went to a pretty legitimate source before coming here. So hopefully things turn out successful. How about joining me? Or maybe an exchange. I come with your crew and then afterward if you feel, you can join me." He stated, hoping to gain a little favor with sincerity.

Not everyday you meet someone of kin, even less so when they are not a complete d*ck.

"Sounds like a superstition than anything else." The Count acted coyly. Smirking ever so slightly at the prospect of a 'magic stone'. Still a piece of culture to be retrieved and returned to its source seemed like an admirable and noble goal, and the young man across Jurdanith didn't seem to reject what the other was purposing.

"This place is alien to me, as is its people. I would gladly welcome someone else from civilization to become a companion of mine." He replied before offering his glove off his hand and then a handshake. "I make this offer. I will help you retrieve your stone, you will accompany me on my meeting with the clan. We work together and when we get into orbit go our separate ways."

It seemed a reasonable bargain in his mind. The sound of the high powered magnetic pulses began to run through the very slick metal of the train. Emile could feel the feet beneath him slowly elevate up with the whole cart pushing up. There was a call in the native language. As many began to fasten small safety harnesses to their bodies.

They would be moving very soon.

Jurdanith takes the hand of his new acquaintance and goes about thinking of how he should be handling the situation. Surely Emile heard him offer to help him first? Why would he want to switch the question around instead of just saying yes and admitting to wanting to complete my mission first? With the way it is now, it just sounds suspicious; I can't tell if he is curious or up to something, given the comment he made. Of course, contextually, maybe he was just confused or on a time crunch of some sort.

That would explain more than its fair share of reasons to want to simply deny getting your own business done. However Jurdanith couldn't quite shake the feeling that maybe something was up with the entire matter. Friendly kin were a rarity after all. Just within this conversation, he has had that come across his mind a number of times. Constantly needing to remind himself that things weren't always so bleak. However, when a person gets hurt enough times, it tends to lead to protective habits and mindsets. There was certainly enough of that when his people decided to leave him to rot in acid once, after a torturous raucous of course. As a mere child too! Telling him he needed resistances to many things, and being a partial blood allowed him to day-walk, but other things were made more difficult...as if everyone didn't already KNOW that!

Abilities such as super natural resistances or natural senses, needed to be cultivated or expanded. Poison, acid, elemental resistance all needed to be fortified to an acceptable level equal to the elders. But because he was part dragonborn, those innate abilities would awaken with stimuli and eventually surpass what the night-stalkers were currently capable of. However, he is only at thier mid to high levels right now, he had much more training to do.

That fateful day was one of the training days. However, without him actually needing to be around for the training with the vamps, he was instead with the dragonkin for training. It was not a pretty sight nor smell being burned alive, once they had him. It was like smelling flesh, moss, sulfur and carbon simultaneous into one giant odoriferous orgy. A horrid thing, to be snatched from your training, with the excuse being - 'concerning the need for diverse environments for healthy exposure'. What a load of bull! They were simply bullying, thinking back of the multiple dunks and bathing's inside the viscous liquid that melted his skin and organs and eyes, he was started to feel dull aches and pain.

The way it seared through your brain and sinuses...smelling your own body deteriorate moment after moment like an eternal hellscape all your own. Watching the bits that floated off you, turn into more liquid and change color into goo and then nothing...this was outrageous. The worst part of healing over and over until you wanted to pass out? Was being left to almost die on the last day, to make sure you could resist for an expected amount of time; vamp skin becoming more strong after awhile of continued exposure of course...but all of this was within one small room of those you should call kin, sneering and laughing.

The abhorrence...

He shook his head at the reminiscence, knowing it was only serving to make his body drop temperature and his heart flutter in anxiety.

"I'll take you up on your offer."

Jurdanith's face was a wash with different expressions, emotions. Even if he try to hold it back, Emile could tell there was something in his companion's eyes. Something... troubled? Like choppy waters that refused to go back to a calm. A flurry of different thoughts before refocusing on accepting their alliance.

"Excellent. Then I agree to pursue your aims as well on this planet and help you on your romantic quest for a lost artifact." He half teased. He tried to lean back on his stool but quickly remembered that the Vertigan did not design for comfort and almost fell off. Yeesh. Foolish.

He readjusted his seat as the engine of the massive rail line roared to life. Vibrations feeling up Emile's feet from the metal that reverberated alive before beginning to push forward. Velocity quickly picking up as he could hear a cry of bravado from a group of young warriors now riding the roof of the train. Preparing to kiss death in an exciting challenge of endurance, athleticism and drunk passion.

"Well there is no getting off now." Emile said. Once the train moved, it would not stop for a full three days.

Dairan had been sitting among the crowd of Vertigans as the two recounted their tale of saving the village by taking down a giant beast. While he enjoyed a good hunting story as much as the next person, he had heard exaggerated stories like theirs a thousand times. While passively listening to the story, his eyes darted around the car and noticed two well-dressed figures sitting in one of the cars that appeared less crowded. He decided to see what two men dressed like that were doing in a place like this, it was also a nice excuse to get away from the while understandable, admittedly disgusting odors and moisture surrounding these so-called hunters that were he could smell and feel even though most of his face was covered. Dairan made his way over to the car where the two were sitting while almost losing his balance a few times as the train came alive and the vibrations started under his feet.

"Greetings gentlemen," Dairan said as he sat down on a bench across from the two other passengers in this car and removed the dark green shawl from around his face.

Jurdanith was completely content with allowing things to move forward as they were. He didn't have much more to go on right now. The exploration of the future is where they now stood. So, nothing more than stepping and leaping should/shall be had.

"Thank you, I like this plan."

Jurdanith noticed what looked to be another hunter, thought maybe not native, come up to the duo and introduced himself. Jurdanith nodded, and said hello. Although he was completely unsure of this person's motives, he didn't look immediately threatening, nor did e feel that way.

"So what brings you two to a planet like this?" Dairan asked as he got comfortable on the bench and extended his legs which were covered in green and brown camouflage pants leading down to his black and surprisingly clean combat boots. He was also wearing a tightly fitted green shirt only slightly lighter than his shawl.

Jurdanith knew that there was really zero reason to answer this new stranger. He had nothing in common species wise, which is the only reason that Emile was getting the treatment he is currently getting, nor was there any real NEED for it. His mission of getting the stone that was hidden away happened to be greatly aided; now with someone wielding clear combat capabilities. Plus he had friends that might help. Why would he need anyone else tagging along? Especially a Terran? They are clever, but do tend to hold others back physically due to a weaker constitution.

This was no reason to be too rude, but for all intents in purposes, Jurdanith didn't like making new friends so as to keep casualties and mistakes to a minimum.

"I hope I don't have to answer this question again. But I am here to find a stone of great importance. That's the short of it." Jurdanith said, tersely but without rude intent.