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Jake "Honō no ko"

Spirit of the Eastern Frontier

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by DarKnight36

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"When you're standing on the edge, looking out over that beautiful, deadly desert... Really nothing else quite like it."

Name: Jake
Sex: Male
Age: 22

Physical Description: Jake stands tall and lanky over others, but his build belies a physical power few can match. His skin is deeply tanned and his body has many scars from battles with other clans, monsters, and the elements themselves. Most would consider him rather handsome, with sky blue eyes and a ready smile full of straight white teeth.
Clothing: Jake wears a suit that many would consider unbearable. It is dark and almost fully covers him from the sun. Designs crisscross the front and back of his long coat. His boots are solid and weathered. Strapped to his waist are his sword, pistol, and a strange metallic rod that extends with a flick of his wrist. Jake's most noticeable feature is his broad-rimmed hat, reminiscent of a time long passed...
Height: 205 cm / 6'9"
Weight: 190 lbs
Skin Color: Dark brown to pale brown where the sun hasn't tanned him (which are very few places)
Hair Color: Ruddy brown
Eye Color: Sky Blue

Occupation: Self-proclaimed cowboy and adventurer
History/Bio: Born from the ashes of two rival clans and a legendary love tryst he refuses to talk about, Jake was named "Honō no ko", Child of Flame, and sentenced to die by the remaining members of the Vena and Dera clans. Thrown into the White Ruin, Jake somehow survived the ensuing storm that buried the warring clans beneath its sands and left him at the doorstep of a wandering mercenary, hired to fight in the war. Wounded and battered, the mercenary took Jake in and raised him as his own. Although his adopted father died many years ago, Jake still honors his memory, wandering the depths of the Qafar, calling himself "The Cowboy."

Home Town: None, born within the White Ruin
Native Clan: Vena & Dera clans
Population: Extinct
Settlements: None
Location: Sea of Sand, far east reaches of the Ariket

Personality: Fun-loving and optimistic, Jake tends not to take things very seriously. He seems fascinated with the desert, and rumor has it he's explored more corners of it than anyone else. Jake enjoys loose companionship, but grows uncomfortable with close relationships. He is kind but distant, going out of his way to help those in need if he can. He is very good at remaining detached.
Fears and Desires: Jake fears nothing but that he will not reach his most absurd goal: to conquer the White Ruin and make it his kingdom.

Equipment and Weapons: Jake carries a sword and pistol forged and formed by his father. Although the sword seems like a common weapon, it holds an interesting secret. Jake also carries a rod which extends and locks from a piece about six inches long to a staff six feet long. He often uses this in non-lethal situations. His suit is made of interlocking armor pieces and sturdy material threaded from several different kinds of monster. He claims it is waterproof, although there seems to be no purpose to this.
Styles and Abilities: Jake prefers not to fight seriously, although he enjoys getting in healthy brawls and defending women's honor. He has a lot of experience fighting monsters, and bandits.

So begins...

Jake "Honō no ko"'s Story

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"More beer!" Jake called loudly at the bartender, who smiled and shook his head at Jake's enthusiasm. "Help me wash this pasta of yours down, eh?" He grinned at the sultry girl sitting on his knee, who went by the name of Mystra. Her ample bosom pushed against his chest as she laughed, tracing a finger down his chin.

"Jake, you shouldn't be so loud!" she giggled. "You'll bother the other patrons."

The other patrons, at this time of day, happened to be three dust-covered gentlemen coming in off one of the night shifts in the town. Dol Duna was a small town, but large enough to warrant posted guards to watch for incoming storms and monsters, such as they were. Jake had helped several of the nights this last week, having been bored and restless as he was at times prone to be.

"Ah, they don't mind, right?" Jake called to the three guards. "How's your sister Calun? Still feeling under the weather?"

One of the men shook his head. "No, she's much better after drinking those herbs you suggested."

"Oh, are you a doctor?" Mystra almost cooed, her breath hot on Jake's ear. "I've been looking for someone to give me a fitness test..."

Jake shook his head and laughed, thanking the bartender and slipping the man a few coins as he brought another tankard of the light beer the tavern sold. Another day or two, he thought. Another day or two of this and then he'd set out again.

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Smacow's and traders and travellers and tourists moved through the streets chaotically, weapons dangling off half of them - it was Qafar after all. Mirova fit in, her beige, dusty-cloak covering her head to toe, thick gloves and boots bunching out at the ends, and a gold-glittered veil coming down over the opening of the hood. Coins and materials from different clan's were being traded at the entrance to each stall Mirova passed, each trying to barter an equal value of goods in return. As she continued down the main-road the tents and stands got grander, stages and shows and fire-bursting out of machines on display as salesmen and women pitched the audience grandly.

Through the darkness of her hood Mirova's eyes lit up as an engine on a pedestal blasted out electrical bolts across a wooden stage, the seller laughing as the audience gasped. Stolen Wetlander technology, the trader boasted. Very advanced.

"Alright," Mirova murmured, glancing down at the market map she had in hand. The Dol clan was good at organizing these things, very orderly this chaos. "My tent should be-" Mirova turned a corner to reveal an alleyway, poisonous rats feasting on what may at one stage have been a corpse. Rocks and rubble polluted the path, and darkness consumed the alleyway ground toward her decorated, red and gold nomad's tent at the end.

"Oh sweet, I love being in a murder alley," Mirova commented as she made her way down the dark alley to set up her tent. Not the best spot in the village to attract customers, but it didn't matter. At the end of the day, once people had spent their money and were looking for a bit of hope, that's when they visited a Nomad's tent.

"Naima name still good for something," Mirova muttered as she entered the silk entrance-way, readying to setup.

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"One drink please," A voice said from down the bar of Jake. A long-faced man with thinning, grey hairs glanced over at the cowboy-samurai and the woman on his lap before turning nervously to the barkeep.

"It's your favourite: beer," The barkeeper muttered, sliding the musky mug toward the man. He glanced a small Taqa crystal on the counter, the barkeeper glancing down at the item before nodding. It was a fair trade.

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"Bartender, one beer and a refill on my flask please." Xaverius told the bartender, placing his flask on the counter. While he waited for his drink, he looked around at the other patrons, giving his stubble a small rub. "So, how's everyone doin'?" He asked, not sure if any of them would respond, but trying to start some sort of civil conversation would be pleasant.

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The winds howled at the walls of his tent, sand sweeping over endlessly. Thessir's day was restless as he struggled to sleep through the constant noise. Life was hard and he was used to hard but losing sleep never made life any easier. Such was the cost of knowledge worth seeking however. There was little choice in comfort when he desired to find evidence with which to find the builders of old.

Struggling to his feet as he knew he wasn't going to get any decent sleep while the sand continued to blow he opened up his watch to check the time. The time read four, at least several marks before the greater mark of five which was when the sun would touch down on the horizon. He growled, bothered by the fact that he would have to trudge out in this awful light for some hours before the darkness would set. He closed his watch and put it away as he got dressed.


Clad in his full garb he packed away his things and opened the front flap of the tent only for sand to start pouring in. He shouted profanities in his native tongue which to the uninformed outsider would probably sound like a series of growls, hisses and clicks. Stepping outside after a long days rest only to find his tent was halfway to being buried in the sweeping sands was not a pleasant way to begin an evening. With the wind at his back he took down his tent and unearthed it from the sand while making an effort to not leave sand inside the tent. He didn't want to have to carry more weight in sand given he already had enough things he had to haul by backpack.

With everything secured to his back he marched on forward, his boots sinking into the sand a little with each step forward. He took care to make sure he was covered from the sun as the heat beat down on him. While his clothes were comfortable it was still so warm it was nearly intolerable. Worse yet for him was the sunlight itself. He couldn't leave a single scrap of skin left uncovered or it would blister from sunburns in a mere matter of minutes. Everything was just so bright right then too. Even with a hat he needed to shield his eyes from the light reflected off the long fields of sand.


His extended walk into the morning had paid off however as now despite his lack of rest he was close to the city of Dol-Duna. It was within he was sure he could find respite from the wages of the desert. Through the gate he entered the town and filtered into the crowds of people, most of them being travelers in their own right whether they be merchants, journeymen or otherwise. The people were of little concern for him right now though. His eyes looked past the curios and food items, searching for an establishment with a roof he could put between him and the accursed sun.

He never really had much trust for crowds but what really put him off were the beasts. Creatures of many sorts walked shoulder to shoulder with people all around. He never had any sort of fondness for animals, especially those which walked the surface. Given how life was like in the Downder most animals were either eaten or trying to eat him. Even though his people kept animals for things like milk and silk they were nothing like the creatures of the outer lands. He never much cared for animals and the added strangeness of these beasts only soured their appeal to him even more.


Mincing his way through the crowd he scurried through the door of what appeared to be a tavern. Out of the sun he gave a sigh of relief, his eyes still hurting from the exposure. Awkwardly he made his way over to the bar before settling down on a stool.

"Care for a drink?" The bartender greeted him as he would most other patrons. "Just a glass of water." Thessir answered back, not even looking up from the bar when he addressed the man. He was already fishing about his many pockets as the bartender poured him a cup of water. As the cup was set before him he took out a small taqa crystal and placed it on the bar. Naturally the bartender took it as payment for the water. After all, water wasn't free, not out in the desert.


Thessir's eyes scanned the room as he drained his cup. There were a couple other patrons, most notably a person dressed for travel who seemed to be living it up. He tried to pay the others little mind as he produced a strange crystal roughly the size of a chicken's egg. It was a deep dark blue color, similar to a sapphire only darker. From another pocket he held up to his eye what appeared to be some strange form of jeweler's loupe. It was of a construction well foreign to surface-dwelling clans since he made it himself.

"So, how's everyone doin'?" The other man in the hat asked, seeming to be addressing them in general. Now Thessir wasn't very familiar with social conventions when it came to outlanders which was basically everyone at this point for him. He wasn't sure if the question was supposed to be answered or if it was simply rhetorical. He also couldn't really decipher just what it was he was asking. Just to be safe he decided to answer. After all, it wasn't like he was going to out himself as anymore of a foreigner than he already appeared to be.


"I am doing it very well. I do good work." He replied to the vocal man's query. In talking his accent was quite thick making his already flawed understanding of terms sound even further out of place. The origin of his accent however could not be placed.

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"Heh, nice to hear, I just got back from doin' some scavenging, found some sweet piece of old tech I traded in for some more adhesive." Xaverius replied, he had a somewhat gruff voice as he spoke. He then proceeded to take his drink and take a swig. "Ahh, nothin' beats a good ol' beer, ey?" He chuckled, setting his beer back down on the counter.

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Xaverius took another hearty swig from his beer, adjusting his position on his seat slightly. "So... what do ya do for a livin?" He asked. "I'm a scavenger of sorts mahself, I've been interested in all that old world tech out there, last week I found a small rectangle thing that people used to talk to one another, only managed to find that out before the batteries died, still managed to trade off the components for some food, was a pretty nice deal." He gave his beer another swig, letting out a small burp followed by an "Excuse me."

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The sudden commotion and noise made Jake frown. Giving Mystra a quick kiss on the cheek, Jake gently slid her off his knee. Grabbing his broad-rimmed hat from the table, Jake smiled.

"Sounds like something interesting going on out there," Jake said. "I'll just be a jiffy." Mystra shrugged, sighing slightly as the broad-shouldered man ducked through the door to the outside. Almost immediately, he was tackled by a frantic Salamand, being chased by a red-faced man with a broom.

"Whoa, slow down there," Jake said, picking up the Salamand as it angrily tried to slap his hands away. "That explains the commotion." Waving off the man with the broom, Jake whistled a high-pitched note. Something akin to shock appeared on the Salamand's face, as Jake began to chitter in a very inhuman-like manner.

After a moment, the Salamand whistled something back, and Jake nodded, setting the Salamand down. "Lead the way," he said, as the Salamand began quickly moving through town, Jake trotting behind, nodding cordially to those he passed.

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As soon as Sören laid eyes on the small woman he knew she was a religious person. Her clothing, combined simply with the air about her, and the way she spoke to him, made him think of the mystics of his own clan. In the spring they would remove their heavy fur and hide coats and cloaks in favor of lighter clothing, in brighter colors. They would build a great pyre, sacrifice a stag, and dance around, singing and chanting about the gods who sleep all around. Once the pyre died down they would retrieve the antlers of the stag and they would be broken down, and the best piece would be used to craft the handle for the blade which would be used for the next sacrifice.

Sören could almost smell the smoke of the pyre and had to shake his head a bit to clear his mind. Lowering his head a bit he listened to the young woman before him. When she claimed that he was a man of great virtue, he blushed slightly, but thankfully his cloak would hide this from anyone looking his way. It wouldn't do for people to see such a large figure displaying such emotions. Or so he had been raised to believe.

"I do not know if he is here this year, but I know of a metalsmith. He holds a stall near my own space, across the center of the village." As Sören says this, he turns to look in that direction, frowning when he finds that a crowd has formed there. Being so tall he is able to see over most of the heads, and catches a few glimpses of those small red creatures being dispatched in one form or another. The people have gathered around to watch, and within the clearing, which seems to already be dispersing, Sören can see several out of place figures. "It seems those tiny red creatures caused more of a disturbance than I thought them capable of." Turning back to face the woman he says, "In any case, I can lead you to where the metalsmith was last year. Perhaps he can help you."

Before Sören can say anything more, Duneyrr nudges him in the small of the back, beneath the back he carries, making sure to hit his body rather than the spear slung across his back. When Sören turns to look at the white stag, Duneyrr tilts his head, then opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

"Very well, we shall hurry along then." Turning back to the woman Sören explains, "Duneyrr is thirsty and would like a drink of water soon. If you would, please follow me."

With that the northman begins to lead his stag towards the gathering of people, hoping that they will be kind enough to part for him and his wagon. It is too big a craft to travel down any of the smaller side streets, and with Duneyrr thirsty he would like to move along without further incident.

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Jake followed the Salamand through the Bizarre Bazaar, until, not far away, he came across the large scene of chaos. The Salamand whistled, and pointed at the cages that were now stuffed full of the Salamands again.

"Hmm, yes, I see," Jake said, touching his hat grimly. "I'll ask."

Going up to the smartest-looking person, Jake tapped the robed man on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he said politely, "what would be happening with these here Salamands, if you please?"

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"Must've gotten loose from somebody using them for labor," Uluru shrugged at the man in the odd hat that had approached them after the commotion settled. "Bad idea unless you can keep 'em fed. But it seems to have quieted down now, so either all of them have been taken down...or some have just wandered put of town."

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"Labor against their will, most likely," Jake snorted. "Why anyone would even want to use them, as they're notoriously unreliable..." He turned to the Salamand. "Let the others know to get out of town, and be quick about it, and not cause any more trouble."

The Salamand nodded and disappeared into the dirt.

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"Eh, feed them regularly enough and they can be handy for menial tasks," Uluru shrugged as yet another commotion began to unfold in the bazaar, the continued increasing frequency of which made Uluru start to think that this sort of thing was commonplace within Dol-Duna.

"A wetlander, huh?" Uluru muttered. "Not quite what I expected from what I'd heard..." he noted as the crowd began to gather and throw produce at the foreigner. Uluru shook his head. Not the most rational reaction, considering what little people knew of the Wetlands or this Wetlander in particular. Though from his words, he seemed to know a bit about Dol-Duna...and the Naima Nomad Clan in particular.

"Strange turn of events," Uluru spoke aloud to the others gathered nearby. "You never hear much tale of Wetlanders screaming their bloody lungs out in the Sea of Sand."

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Tetra laughed lightly as Trynn once again let out a smug bleat. "Yeah... They probably remember the last group of Salamands we ran across. Nasty things," She scowled before calling the rest of the herd towards her. Luckily, they weren't injured too bad, just some superficial scratches that wouldn't cause any problems. Except for their looks, but Tetra wasn't about to get huffy about having goats without blemish. As long as they were healthy and happy, they were good enough for her.

She smiled in greeting as a man who introduced himself as Uncle Andle approached. At the suggestion of compensation, however, Tetra quickly shook her head. "Oh no, it's fine. None of them were hurt too badly. They should be fine in a week or two."

Since most of the Salamands seemed to have either run off or been subdued, Tetra relaxed significantly and continued to calm the goats. They were still a little riled up after fighting, but nothing that a little hugging wouldn't solve. That is, whenever Tetra actually had enough time to hug and comfort all of them. People began to slowly converge where they were standing, so she managed to push all her goats behind her except Trynn, who insisted on standing directly next to her. He stomped his hooves at anyone who came to close, but made no move to attack. Yet. Tetra realized that a small group had amassed and decided an introduction was in order.

"I'm Tetra, by the way. Tetra Malgore. I've come to the bazaar for ten years now, selling my extra goats. But some of them," here she glared mockingly at Trynn, "refuse to leave. So then I'm stuck with them for the rest of my days."

She was distracted when the Wetlander came crashing in and began screaming about the Naima clan. But before anything else could happen, the guards had already "handled" the problem by attacking the man. Tetra winced as people began to jeer and throw rotten fruit. That seemed a little harsh.

"I don't think most Wetlanders would ever lower themselves to leave their city, let alone come all the way out here," Tetra murmured in answer to another man's statement.

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Ka'Wa looked over in terror at the group of assembled characters with a loud gulp.

"I don't know them," she said softly and looked somewhat embarrassed. "But if it'll help..."

A look of determination came over her face and she balled her hands up into fists. Striding over awkwardly to the group, she gave herself a small pep talk in the course of walking to them. I can do this, I can do this. Just tell them you need help. They're good people surely, they won't deny.

"Um, excuse me!" Ka'Wa said loudly, trying to attract the attention of the various people in front of her. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!"

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Aisha turned her attention to the guard, who had seemingly called out to them. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!" Aisha wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to get involved or not, but, her attention was drawn to one of the taller men, who voiced his opinion. "I'm not quite certain that's wise," he said, "A man acts mad in the streets, resists getting locked up, then claims he's innocent? Nothing about that spells common sense."

Aisha couldn't resist speaking up. "I... I differ!" What Aisha lacked in height, she made up for in her tone. She raised a hand in front of her, giving her the appearance as if she had some sort of divine authority. She explained, "Regardless of his origins or actions, all men deserve mercy. Without given a chance, no one will ever be able to rectify their ways. Those who are mad are merely lost souls in need of attention. If a man pleads himself innocent, then surely, he believes goodness is right and he is good. Please, give him a chance!"

Even if she wasn't sure how she felt about Wetlanders, Aisha was still firm in her belief that all could be converted to righteousness.

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Bohdana jumped in surprise overhearing the conversation that was happening close by. She forgetfully dropped the golden idol in her pocket, thinking more about not getting into the trouble that she sensed was brewing if she stayed about this group of Wetlander sympathizers. It was clear to her now that she'd overstayed her curiosity. This situation was bordering into possible conflict and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The crowd consumed her. Boh's form drifted unnoticed through the rest of the bazaar as she went about the last of her errands....

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"All I need to know is what kind of threat was he alluding to? Did he give any details at all?" Uluru asked curtly, glancing over at the Wetlander hanging in the wooden cage and mentally noting that he didn't exactly exude trustworthiness. "I don't particularly care whether he's guilty or not, I'm not particularly looking to break any laws in this town," he shook his head before stating jokingly, "Not before I visit the Nomads' tents anyway."

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"My apologies miss, Duneyrr is tired and I believe he mistook your hair for a kind of flower that grows in our homeland in the spring." Sören says, tugging on one of the stags antlers to pull him away once he has released the woman's hair. "And he is not a horse, but a stag. I take it they are not a common sight here in Dol-Duna..."

He sounds a bit tired when he says this, which he is. People have been mistaking Duneyrr for something other than what he is all day now. Patting the stag on the neck he walks back to the wagon, rummages around in the back for a moment, then pulls out an apple and holds it out for Duneyrr, who takes a large bite and nuzzles Sören's hand. "Go on ahead Duneyrr, you know where we usually stay. I'll be there in a bit."

After taking another bite of the apple, leaving little more than the core in Sören's hand, Duneyrr eyes the woman's pink hair once more before lowering his head a little and trudging onward. The northman watches as the crowd parts for the stag and the wagon. For being an animal, Duneyrr was very intelligent, and Sören often saw him as a brother over anything else. Soon the wagon is lost around a corner and Sören turns his attention back to the crowd around him as another woman shouts at them, saying something about the wetlander and how he has important information he needs to share. If what she said was true, then someone should at least hear the fellow out. With a sigh he reaches up to rub the back of his head, causing his helm to shift and his antlers to sort of dance about on his head for a moment before he straightens his helm again and turns towards the direction of the commotion.

"Let's see what he has to say then." Sören says, cracking his neck as he looks down at the pink haired woman. "Excuse me, please. And again, I apologize about your hair."

The northman makes his way to the crowd and past the woman who had been yelling a moment ago. The day had been a long and tiring one, and he just wanted things to be simple for a time. No stopping to talk or correct people about what Duneyrr was. Sören made his way directly to the cage where the wetlander was being held and walked straight up to the man.

"You are the one they call the wetlander, yes?" Sören asks, eyes glowing a bit in the shadow of his cloak as he looks the man over. "You do not seem to pose a threat, so I do not see why these bars are needed. In any case, I have heard that you know of some danger coming to this land, is that true? If so I would hear those words from your lips." When Sören reaches out with his left hand there is a layer of frost over his flesh like a lattice work of lace, and when he touches the wood around the lock it spreads, causing the wood to freeze suddenly, weakening it after being exposed to so much heat for such a long time. "It is against the law to let you free, but that does not mean you could not find a way to escape."

When he pulls his hand away, the wood around the lock begins to dry and crack in the heat.

"It seems there are some who might help you in this village. I would suggest you wait until nightfall to try and leave your cage, but that is up to you. Until then, please, tell me of this threat."

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"My mistake," Whisper spoke as she attempted to smooth down her horse-licked hair. She nearly felt bad watching the animal leave. Perhaps she could do with less hair if the poor animal really wanted it. She looked over the man in front of her, mildly surprised to see she didn't recognize him. Not that she knew many people, but she at least knew of them.

Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the antlered man, wondering if they were actually growing from his head. Sure, that would be unusual, but not unheard of in her travels. Rather than asking, she decided to observe the interaction to figure out what she could. From his words, the horse man seemed to know what this prisoner had done; something Whisper still wasn't sure about.

Content to watch, she leaned against a corner in a lazy manner.

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"Sir, please! Wait a second! When can I expect the work will be finished? Where can I retrieve my necklace when finish? Also, um, how can I be sure that you, um... Even if you are kind, I would like some assurance that the work will be finished skillfully."

Thessir looked up at her, listening as she went on about the necklace. Plenty of questions, some of them odd.

"I spoke of the time, of few greater marks. Equal to or less than approximately three marks estimated. You receive repaired necklace at my location." He answered her first two questions as though he expected her to already of known such matters. Before he could answer her third question she broke away from the conversation as a woman spoke of freeing the wetlander.


While he was most interested in who he is and why he's come so far out the issue seemed to grow muddy with voices as various folks responded in a variety of ways. He wanted to help if only to sate his desire to know more but simply trying to talk over everyone seemed to be a fruitless expenditure of his effort. Instead he figured he'd tackle the other end of the issue, the people the man referred to as the Nomad Clan.

"Do you know of where the Nomad clan the man in the cage spoke of is? Their interest might be in this." He spoke to the woman who had approached them asking for help. It only seemed appropriate to Thessir to involve those the stranger had spoken of since he seemed so adamant on speaking with them. After all, what harm could that do?

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"Enjoy. Thank you for your trade." Musa said absently, one ear on her customer and the other listening to the voices rising above the hum of the crowd. The first thing she heard was a woman announcing that she wanted to free the Wetlander turned prisoner. While a kind, yet illegal endeavor, it was foolish of her to yell out her intent in the middle of a large crowd. She could hear the sharp whispers among the other merchants and their buyers. Grabbing and donning her staff, she begins moving away from a blank space where a vase just was while leaving her tent to be handled by the rest of her party. She placed herself near a man with a curved sword. She was close enough to him to be labeled as a listener but far enough to not be associated with him.

Then, after listening to the last of the comments on the amored female's plans, she spoke up herself in a clear voice. "Even if anyone were to assist you, it would be foolish to. I'm sure that guard over there heard your plan when you shouted it for the whole Bizarre to hear. In fact, he's watching you with narrowed eyes. He's watching all of us." She waves her hand in the direction of said guard, of which her eyes were trained upon ever since mentioning him. After a bit, her gaze slid over those assembled before she would look to the girl in the center again, switching her weight onto one leg.

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Tetra grimaced as another woman asked for help in freeing the Wetlander. She wasn't going to touch this with a ten foot pole. Especially now that it had been announced to the entire surrounding area that someone was planning a breakout. But before Tetra could point that out, someone else came along and said the exact same thing she had been thinking. Tetra immediately nodded and gestured towards the newcomer.

"She's right. And if he somehow manages to escape, even without your help, the guards will immediately suspect you and take you in for questioning," Tetra shuddered slightly. "And it wouldn't be a pretty interrogation, either." She didn't know what "airship" this Wetlander had supposedly told the woman about, but Tetra had a feeling it would be a good idea to get out of town relatively quickly. "I guess the Summer Bizarre will be ending a little early for me," she sighed wistfully before brushing her hair out of her face. "It probably isn't very safe here anymore for any of us."

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"He said something about an airship coming for him?" The woman mentioned when questioned as to what the wetlander was speaking about. "From over there. I think he called it the leviathan and he said it would be here within the hour."

Interesting. He contemplated about what she said. He was not overly familiar with the means by which these people kept their time since he was from Downder where there was no day or night and he spent most of his time beyond in Bola Brisk, a place with little sunlight in between all the frozen storms. The hour sounded soon however. If the airship was so close wouldn't it be visible? He'd have to find someplace high up and see for himself.


"I'm sorry but I didn't ask about the nomad clan he was seeking." The woman apologized in response to his question. It was strange to apologize given what he had asked. It just didn't seem to add up. Though understandable as she wasn't very well informed in regards to the nomad clan in question it didn't mean they couldn't find the answer from someone.

"Someone knows more. Proposal to ask-" He was interrupted as some other strange characters involved chimed in on their thoughts on her idea to break the wetlander free. Indeed, it seemed as though this was a rather careful group given their considerations. Before he could continue on with trying his hand at solving the riddle of the frantic wetlander the woman grew more and more distressed until eventually she fled away from the market, vanishing within the crowd.


He was already confused and the pain in his eyes was starting to spread back into his brain now. He wanted to move forward, not be stuck in a rut with a group of unmotivated strangers. Opting for some action he waved over the woman of blue garb with the rare bracelets and started moving in the direction they had taken the wetlander.

On his way however his eyes caught the tell-tale glimmer of gold along the ground. It was a golden statue halfway buried in a patch of mud along the ground. He was quite surprised. People generally don't find miniature statues wrought from valuable metals left laying about where boots tread. He looked over the statue carefully like a crow would with any shiny new acquisition. It was a figure of an effeminate person of some sort with letters etched up along a side in a language he had yet to learn to read.


"Fascinating. I am of wondering of where the statue was made. Perhaps wetlander knows." He spoke to the woman who's necklace he was still holding onto. He still had full intentions of finishing his job but right now there was neither the time nor the place for that. Most of his best work was done at night anyways. As he walked towards the cage where the wetlander was he looked back to check if the woman in blue was still following before turning his attention back towards the wetlander as he approached.

"Stranger of the wet lands, I presume this is yours?" He presented the idol before the wetland man stuck in the cage. His hat obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only a strange pale grin set in a rather short standing figure of dark clothes before the cage of bone. The concealment of his face was not intentional of course, just the result of him trying to block as much of the sun as he was physically capable of. Nonetheless it was suffice to say he did not appear as an immediately trustworthy looking character.


"Perhaps you might speak of the clan you seek. Your movement is blocked but mine is free. You do seek them, correct?" Although his understanding of the language was remarkably good for how little time he's had to learn it there was still something left to be desired when it came to getting his point across clearly. Though he'd much rather be reading ancient writings scrawled upon forgotten temples speaking was without a doubt necessary. He just needed to master the vast differences between his people's method of communication and the outlander's methods.

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Jake had long returned, after Skullivan's untimely arrival, to the inn he'd been staying at before, where he'd been napping for quite some time. Mystra interrupted his afternoon slumber by pounding on his door and shoving a flier in his face with a large sum of money and a man's face on it.

"What is this?" Jake asked, squinting at the paper before him.

"The Wetlanders are here!" Mystra practically squealed. "They're looking for this man, and look at the reward they're offering. It's huge! We could be rich!"

"Huh," Jake said, scratching his head. "I do like the bling..." He looked up at Mystra. "Why do they want him?"

She shrugged. "Who knows, something about betraying them or whatever. They made it sound like he was kind of a bad character."

"Seems straightforward enough," Jake said, stretching his long legs. "I guess I'll go get me a ransom!" Grinning ear to ear, Jake strode from his room and out into the streets, looking around before moving in what seemed a random direction... but was, to anyone with knowledge of his movement and Skullivan's location, straight towards the wanted man like an arrow was pointing right at him.

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"Ah, there you are," Jake said, the tall man clapping a hand down like a vice on Skullivan's shoulder from behind, having appeared from an alleyway nearby. "I didn't expect you to come back into the city after my initial ping showed you outside, so it took me a minute to relocate."

Jake grinned as he held up a small compass-like object with a crystal embedded in it. "Unlucky for you, I never forget a face and this helps show the way. I hear you're worth quite a stack of money to the Wetlanders in town. Care to come quietly or will I need to beat you into quiescence first?"

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