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Tetra Malgore

A young woman wanting to find a place to call home.

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

Description

"You’ll never learn anything if you stay in one place forever!"

ImageName: Tetra Malgore
Sex: Female
Age: 27

Physical Description: Fair skin, fair eyes, and fair hair are the features of all members of the Konohana clan. She’s average height, with a slightly sturdy build. No stranger to hard work, her hands are calloused.
Clothing: When she is at home, Tetra is decked out with all the furs imaginable. Frostbite is the number one killer in Bola Brisk. Even now in the desert, her clothes are slightly warmer than necessary. In Pissarro, the only color available was black so you wouldn’t get lost in the snow. Now that Tetra knows other colors exist, she’s been buying extremely colorful clothing, even if they don’t always go together.
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 145lbs
Skin Colour: Pale
Hair Colour:Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Goat herder
History/Bio: Tetra was raised by her grandfather. The family she was born into was rather old, and she would most likely be the last child born into it. She was born out of wedlock and her mother died during childbirth. Tetra was taught about the family business of goat herding when she was very young. Her grandfather knew he would leave the world relatively soon, but he wanted Tetra to be able to take care of herself. Tetra was left alone in the world at the age of 17. Almost immediately, the head matriarch of her family tried to force her to marry. If Tetra could marry someone and bring them into their family, they would gain influence and wouldn’t die out. But Tetra didn’t want to get married, she wanted to see the world. On the night before she was supposed to marry an older man from a nearby family, Tetra ran away with her grandfather’s goats and never looked back. Tetra now wanders from place to place, doing whatever she wants. Her goats are still going strong. She’s enjoyed learning new things about the world she lives in, but still hasn’t found a place to call home. Tetra visits Dol-Duna for the Summer Bazaar every year and has been looking forward to this year’s celebrations.

Home Town: Pissarro
Native Clan: Konohana
Population: 500
Settlements: Pissarro
Location: Bola Brisk
Description: The Konohana clan is a matriarchal society. They are very secluded from the outside world and hardly, if ever, interact with outsiders. Everyone herds animals of some sort, with the majority being goats and sheep. All extended members of the family live together in one place. Most families have large plots of land that they build all their houses and barns and anything else on. Each family rules themselves and doesn’t interfere with anyone else. If something big that affects everyone ever does come up, the head matriarchs from each family gather and make a unanimous decision. It doesn’t matter how long that will take, the matriarchs will stay together until they have decided. The Konohana clan gave up on the idea of the Change generations ago and don’t even teach it anymore. The only way to join this clan is through birth or marriage.

Personality: Tetra is a very cheerful person. She loves to smile and laugh. Being isolated from almost everything for the first 17 years of her life has taken a toll, however. Tetra can be rather shy when meeting someone for the first time, and she would never approach someone first unless there were extenuating circumstances. If you are her friend, however, Tetra is extremely loyal. Since her grandfather and goats were her only friends for quite some time, she treasures any friendships she now makes. She has a habit of talking to her goats, which tends to bother some people. Tetra adores all plant life, especially flowers, and likes to make flower chains to put on herself, her goats, and the few friends she has. She also loves animals of all kinds and will gladly brush them, feed them, bathe them, or whatever.
Fears and Desires: Tetra fears being forced back to her clan and being married off. She desires to find a place to call home.

Equipment and Weapons: The only “real” weapon Tetra has is a bow. She’s practiced archery since childhood. Tetra carries a pack that she likes to fill with whatever catches her fancy while traveling. This includes flowers, pretty rocks, and other little bits and bobs. She always makes sure to carry bandages with her, however, and she also has a small knife. Its main purpose is for cutting cloth, branches, and stuff like that. But she could use it in a fight if necessary. Her goats are also along for the ride, and Tetra has a small switch made from a branch just in case they get a little rowdy. She also carries around a container for goat milk.
Styles and Abilities: Tetra is excellent at archery, but she has never attacked a person before. If it was a life-or-death situation, Tetra would shoot someone, but she is rather nonviolent in nature. In close quarters, Tetra could stall someone with her knife. But she’d need help relatively quickly.

So begins...

Tetra Malgore's Story

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Tetra’s eyes were bloodshot, but no tears fell as she watched her grandfather’s body slowly burn to ashes. She had known this was coming for quite some time, but that didn’t make the loss any easier to bear. His final words, whispered to her in the dead of night, still ran through her head.

”As soon as I’m gone, the matriarch will come for you, and you’ll only have two options: Obey… or run.”

Tetra hadn’t believed him at the time, but his prediction seemed to be coming true. With the ashes still cooling, the head matriarch began to slowly hobble her way over. Tetra briefly considered fleeing immediately, but soon realized that would do no good. Her entire “family” had converged upon her, and Tetra was trapped in the middle. She inwardly sighed before bowing lowly to Mishka.

“Is there anything I can do to serve you, Mother?” Mishka smirked slightly before gesturing to someone outside of Tetra’s view. As the person came closer, Tetra recognized the man as the second oldest son of the neighboring family.

“As a matter of fact, my child, there is something you can do for me. Now that your grandfather is done coddling you, it is time to move on to the most important part of your life. That is, growing the family.” Tetra’s blood ran cold, and she warily gave the newcomer a second glance. He was, like, forty years old! Was it already time for her life to be over? Her thoughts continued to run wild until Mishka began speaking again. “Tomorrow, we shall celebrate your happy union!” Happy? With that guy!? Tetra kept her thoughts to herself and merely bowed again.

”Obey… Or run.”
***


Tetra closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and grinned. She was in Dol Duna once again, and the Summer Bazaar was just beginning to open. This was her favorite time of year, and she hadn’t missed it even once since leaving Pissarro. She tried to make at least a little money, but any money she earned from selling goats seemed to go straight from her pocket into another merchant’s hands. There was just so much stuff to look at, and Tetra did love shiny things.

But either way, she’d been selling goats long enough to actually get a stall of her own. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a simple animal pen with a canopy for shade, but it did the job just fine. Her goats never complained at least. And speaking of goats…

Tetra turned around and let out a shrill whistle. All of her goats, who had begun to wander around aimlessly, immediately perked up and ran at her. Tetra smiled and began ushering them through the open gate of their enclosure, giving each of them a couple pats or scratches on the head. The last goat, however, refused to go into the pen and gently butted against Tetra’s hip. She laughed before pulling a flower necklace out of her bag and placing it around the goat’s neck.

“There you go, Trym. I made it just for you.” The younger billy goat bleated smugly before prancing through the gate. Tetra rolled her eyes fondly and shut the opening before any goats could make a daring escape. And now all she could do was wait. Tetra had already marked the animals that were for sale with a purple streak of paint along the sides, and she had some samples of milk, cheese, and meat for anybody to try. She set them up on a conveniently placed crate and rested against a post for the pen, idly scratching behind the ears of any goat that came near.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull

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A tired looking man was passing through Dol-Duna's streets, lugging a cart carrying a stack of around twelve cages, each covered by a small cloth and rattling violently with the occasional puff of smoke flowing from their veiled bars. Every now and then one would catch a glimpse of slit yellow eyes peering out at the sights of Dol-Duna from their covered cages. As the man dragging the cart wiped the sweat from his brow, a cacophony of shrieks began emanating from the cages as their violent rattling began to intensify. "Please stop, you're making a scene, er..." the man paused, biting his nails as he tried to calm the temper of whatever creatures the cages were hiding.

"Look, will you behave if I feed you?" the weary man asked, to which the creatures in the cages seemed to respond with ceasing their agitated screeching. "Okay...okay," the man sighed, reaching into his belt and drawing out a small bag that was tied to his waist. He then reached into the small bag and drew out the leg of what appeared to be some kind of poultry and began to push it into the cage stacked at the top. But no sooner than when he pulled the cloth covering that cage apart, was he met with the sight of an orange wad of spittle flying straight at his eyes. The man stumbled back as he wildly wiped the orange spit from his eye. "Ugh you know I hate when you all do this!" the man mumbled as he attempted to grab a cloth from his pocket to dab the blinding substance away from his eyes.

As the man stumbled about, a small, slimy red claw reached through the bars and snatched a pair of keys from his wait. "Wait..." the man began. "Wait, what was that? What was-," he paused as three, toddler-sized red amphibians, standing up on their hind legs and screeching vilely. They had yellow, slitted eyes, and two constantly twitching red fins in place of ears. They began to use their dexterous fingers to use the keys and unlock the rest of the cages. "No, now stay put...please! I'll buy ya chicken, or, I'll-," the red amphibians all hopped out , bum rushing the sod and knocking him over into the sand-laden roads below. "Watch out! Salamands loose! Salamands loose!"

It turned out that, in a few moments time, the townsfolk wouldn't need the shuts to be rid of the nuisances...they made their presence known soon enough. Eating food, guzzling drinks and seemingly intentionally smashing anything that remotely resembled something of value. When confronted by any merchants and bodyguards who had gotten a bit brave, the beasts used their uncanny ability to heat up their skin to drive them off and continue their mischief throughout the town.

Uluru had long since finished what remained of his food, and threw his bowl in the local compost heap. He decided, having nothing better to do at the moment, to take a stroll through Dol-Duna and better familiarize himself with the town during his stay here. He looked around, hands behind his back, noting how odd it was that the merchants had begun to pack up so early and in a hurry as if protecting their wares. "What the hell has gotten them so spooked...?" Uluru wondered aloud. "Bandits, maybe?" He soon got his answer and it wasn't quite something as dangerous as a bandit, but twice as irritating. A red reptilian beast began repeatedly ramming it's head into the wooden stall of a nearby fruit stand, continuing it's stupid rampage until a bushel of fruit on the stand fell over, sending piles of oranges began to smash into it's spine.

"Salamands? Come on, Dol-Duna..." Uluru chuckled, in a resigned bemusement. Salamands were humanoids of some meager intelligence, often captured by dimwitted people to use as a source of cheap labor. Sometimes this can turn out quite well, provided they are paid for in meals, but treat them like animals...and they tended to become dangerously crafty, yet still bafflingly stupid creatures. "Judging from the screams, there's a lot of 'em too..." Uluru noted, punching into his opposite hand. "Didn't intend to work anymore today...but at least this'll give me something to do..."

The creatures began to spread all over the bazaar, assaulting anything they could get their grubby little paws on. A few had set upon a trading booth just being set up by a members of Lakuli Clan. Another approached a young girl, in an attempt to snatch the sweet treats she was currently snacking on.

Several more appeared to nearby a woman sporting a hood and a cap, while a herd of Salamands descended upon a trio of stalls, selling livestock, taking particular interest in the ducks and goats.

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Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Avari

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“Thank you! I’ll be here next year as well!” Tetra waved goodbye to a couple that had just bought a young buck and doe to hopefully start a small herd. “Take good care of them!” She smiled before turning towards the goats that were still with her. Only a few of the goats she was selling this time were left, and Trynn was one of them. He seemed rather pleased with this, as he had been actively harassing any people that wanted to examine him. Tetra grinned and rolled her eyes at Trynn’s pleased bleating. Apparently he didn’t want to be sold and leave his primary herd. There were always one or two animals like that every year, and they were the ones that stayed with Tetra’s herd until they died.

CRASH!

Tetra turned around just in time to see a group of Salamands running around like maniacs, shrieking and smashing anything they could get their hands on. Not those creatures! Tetra may like most animals, but these definitely weren’t part of that group. Ever since a few of her goats had been injured by some angry Salamands a few years ago, she held a healthy dislike of them. Suddenly, a large handful broke off from the main group and started running right at her stall. Oh dear. Tetra immediately grabbed the remaining milk and cheese before throwing the rest of the meat in a random direction, hoping it would distract them. And a few did stop and scamper towards the meat, already salivating. But for the most part, they kept right on coming.

“Don’t even think about hurting my babies!” She growled before pulling out the switch she carried in case her goats got rowdy. It stung quite a bit if Tetra put enough muscle behind it. When the first Salamand got close enough, she flicked her wrist sharply. The Salamand screeched and backed away, a welt already forming on its face. Tetra smirked, but quickly became serious when she realized just how many of the beasts there were. She backed up slowly and bumped against the animal pen where her goats were all restlessly stirring. That’s it! Tetra flung open the gate and whistled sharply. All her goats immediately looked up, and Tetra grinned. “Go get ‘em.”

With wild bleats, the goats began to fling themselves at the Salamands, biting and head butting anything in reach. Tetra was going to just leave them to it when she noticed a girl being attacked by a lone Salamand. It appeared to have broken into her bag and was breaking what was no doubt valuable items. Tetra grabbed Trynn and pushed him towards the two but before he could start charging, another girl... Fell out of the sky? And began to wrestle with the lizard. Well then. Tetra paused for a second before shrugging. The more the merrier, right? "Onwards, my esteemed goat friend!" With a snort, Trynn ran at the Salamand and slammed into it roughly from the opposite side of the wrestling girl. The Salamand hissed before running into a nearby alleyway. Tetra fondly patted Trynn on the head and glanced back at the rest of her herd. They seemed to have scared off the little buggers and were now relaxing back in their enclosure. Tetra giggled quietly before focusing back on the two other girls. She knelt down and began to pick up what was left of the packages.

“Are you all right? That Salamand didn’t hurt you too bad, did it?”

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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#, as written by Nulix
"What in the world's goin' on here?" A voice spoke as he exited the bar. The grey-haired man, having taken his drink and exited, looked out at the scene before him. The corner of the marketplace where the Salamand's had gotten loose had paused in traffic, the citizen's standing back as the creature's were taken care of - leaving in the wake of the chaos a handful of odd characters. The man frowned, spotting his niece among them, kicking one the Salamand's to the ground.

"Boh!" The man, Uncle Andle called, stepping out of the bar entrance and toward the cleared out area of the Salamand attack. "You alright there?" He stepped forward, eyeballing the central figure's in the Salamand attack. A dark-skinned man, a woman with pink-hair, and a fruit vendor, trying to explain the chaos to a stall-owner apparently. In the distance a scantily clad woman with a bull's-skull on her head was wrangling the remain Salamand's. In a corner was a damaged pen, a woman taking care of an injured goat and a dancer helping her.

"Blasted thing's," Andle hissed, stepping on a Salamand crawling by his feet and smashing the life out of his lungs with his boot. "Is everyone alright?" He called out over the square, raising a hand to the strange cast of character's present. "My name's Uncle Andle, I'm here to help."

***

Sand. Sand everywhere.

"Search for the Change, go into the desert, easy they said- EASY," The man screamed, kicking his foot into a dune - only to get his foot stuck - sending him flying back down, ripping his leg unnaturally back as it did. He hit the edge of the dune, staring up into the blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. He breathed, exhaustedly - his once pristine black uniform in tatters, his boots ripped apart and filled with sand, and his wounds burning in the heat. This man was the Wetlands Traitor. And he began to cry.

He lay there, his foot still stuck in the side of the dune as he did - sand gently gliding over his body with the wind. He couldn't hear the sound of the Leviathan anymore. That was good at least. From his pocket the Traitor pulled out his prize - the cause of all this chaos - a small, golden idol - writing carved along it in a language long lost. "All for you..." He whispered.

After a few more moments of wallowing he rose, ripped his foot out of the dune, and began to trek again. Each mountain of sand seemed higher than the last, and over one came a million more. "I'm gonna die..." He said to the wind as he crawled on all fours up the dune. "There's not a town for-" The traitor paused, disbelieving at the sight that greeted him at the top of the dune. Far below him was a town - walls cornering in buildings, and music and crowds moving along a colourful main-street. The Traitor began to laugh in disbelief, leaping up and instantly falling down the dune, his body smashing as violently as it could down.

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Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Avari

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"Yes, yes I'm alright," Bohdana nodded in exasperation, allowing Tetra to help her up. She tied the two loose ends of her bags handle and slung it over her shoulder, nodding in thanks to Tetra and Avari who helped her pick up her packages--dented and dusty, but still in tact. "Thanks for the help, I appreciate it. Your goats are pretty brave," the girl smiled at Tetra and her triumphant bleating goats.

She turned toward her Uncle Andle, stepping over the squashed Salamand nonchalantly, and surveyed the scene alongside him, "I think the bazaar has ended early today. I got done what you asked me to, thankfully before it all went to chaos."

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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#, as written by Nulix
"Thank ya', Boh," Uncle Andle sighed, giving an approving nod to his niece. "You did good - but what actually happened here?" Andle took a sip of his beer and stepped toward the Davikal - the shop owner chewing his employee out. "Let's just calm down there, they did nothing wrong - from my point of view whoever owns or let loose these beasts ought to pay." He glanced over to the women attending the goat's that were attacked. "They should pay for your loses too."

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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"They're just salamands," Uluru frowned as he wiped some salamand drool on his hand on a wall nearby. "Probably some stupid slaver, trying their hand at something they can't properly handle. Either way, seems to be over now," Uluru commented, noticing the shouts and commotion had seemed to dial down a little.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Musa was in the middle of an exchange when she heard the older man call to what was, apparently, the center of the Salamand Escape. After a brief moment of pause to glance at the toppled cages, of which she noticed earlier, she smiled to her waiting customer and completed the exchange. She placed her new item in a large, decorated pot beside her before standing and gently crossing her arms while her eyes focused. The golden orbs were sweeping the area and taking into note everything that had changed while she was preoccupied with what she now knew as Salamands. Where the name came from, she had no idea.

The cart from which the things escaped was in the middle of being propped back up, the mess that the creatures made of the surrounding shops was nearly cleaned up, but now there was a big space, onlookers creating the edges, that contained her and a handful of other people. Colorful people for that matter, visual and character wise. Her intrest peaked at the sight of antlers on an extremely tall and cloaked figure. Quietly she reached up to touch the black horn of her own adornment. Next was the armored figure, who's gilded designs made her think of her own red tattoos. Then the pink haired woman, who's locks made her feel a familiar uneasyness. Back in Trenn, black was the hair color of 98% of her people. But finally her eyes found that pesky dancer girl from her clan. Her eyebrows fell a bit. So she pesters the traders to come along but then she's nowhere to be found when the tent needs to be setup and stays out of sight when trouble arises.

Finding a better outlet for her attention, Musa's head tipped to the side as the man gave his name. "Hm. Uncle Andle.." She murmurs under her breath. She had no relationship with the man whatsoever but his name seemed fitting. Reaching up, she adjusted her Buffalo Skull and stepped over to the edge of her tent, giving a nod that everything was indeed okay. "Items of minimal value were lost but the fiends were captured." She moved her hip in the direction of the dismayed, red-skinned triplets.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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#, as written by Jaek
Dustin had spotted one of those red little buggers and decided to chase it. The damned thing was running around causing a mess everywhere he went. The thing jumped from cart to cart, grabbing fruit to take massive bites out of only to through the remnant back at the Atzerii who was chasing him. How humiliating, he thought. First Sword of Kasselland and you're looking like a fool chasing this stupid thing.

He hadn't been aware of the small assortment of individuals ahead of him nor of the speed at which he was running. The thing was headed straight for that group of people. "Oh no you don't!" he shouted and lunged for critter, catching it in midair but took out the knees of some hooded individual amongst the them. Dustin wrestled the Salamand down until he had it in a hold where only its arms and legs could kick and claw around helplessly until he noticed where he was and who was around him, his eyes wide like a cave bat caught in torchlight.

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Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari

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Avari visibly cringed as the older man stomped out a salamand under his boot. "Oh. . . that's. . ." The young dancer was at a sort of loss for words at the needless display of cruelty by the one who called himself 'Uncle Andle.' Even though he was only addressing the other two, she didn't feel comfortable sticking around for much longer. She readjusted her belongings and began to slink away from the commotion - well, at least until she spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

If Ava had looked for more than one second before tackling Musa, she might've noticed that she was none too happy to see her, but that certainly didn't get in her way. Holding the hug for a few moments longer than she probably would've liked, she backed off a couple of steps and grinned at her. There was a sudden stiffness to her smile when she finally read the girl's expression. Did. . . I. . . do something wrong. . . ?

"M-Musa!" she stammered, her eyes darted awkwardly down to her feet and then back up to her fellow clanmate. "Hey! I've been looking for you, but uh, it's my first time here so I got kind of lost, and. . . lizards happened. I'm sure you know how it goes." Which, of course, she doesn't.

Arriving fresh on the scene, Viitor the city guard stood in with his arms crossed and his head tilted slightly back as he surveyed the mess before him. Didn't want to ruin the mood of the bazaar's opening day - which was arguably already ruined - so he assured those present that the issue was already in the process of being resolved.

"Don't worry, we're looking into the matter," he spoke, his voice filtered by the holes in his mask. "When we confirm the one responsible for this chaos, your inconveniences will be accommodated accordingly."

"You think this is just an inconvenience?" a vendor shrieked, saliva foaming at his mouth. "Do you know how difficult it is to cart in and maintain fresh produce in the goddamn desert-"

"Shhhhhhhut up," Viitor said, putting a gloved finger to his mask. "I said we're looking into it. You will be compensated for your losses, so if you would please keep your concerns to yourself, they will be addressed in due time. If anybody else has comments to add or anything to contribute to this search, feel free to do so now."

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Uncle Andle finished his mug of beer as Uluru was suddenly downed violently - a targeted hit.

"Well, damage done at least those responsible are put away," Andle sighed, watching with a smile as Boh helped a traveller out. "Regardless welcome to Dol-Duna," He said, turning to the rest of the group present as the crowds of bazaar began to pass by again, the scene with the salamands finished and done. "I don't know if you've ever been but... there's a lot to do. If you need any crystals I'm your man, Iconic Andle... just don't buy into any new gimmicks," Andle paused, as though remember a dark part of his past. "...And don't go to any Nomad tents, from what I heard the Naima clan is in town... they can be... dangerous."

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Uluru brushed himself off, glancing over at Dustin. "Thanks for that," he noted wryly. "Might not want to hold onto that for too long...they tend to heat up," he pointed out as the salamand began to shake intensely.

He then turned to Andle, scratching the back of his head. "Dangerous? Why's that. Was hoping to visit some of the Nomad huts myself..."

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#, as written by Nulix
Andle stared at Uluru, a glint in his eyes. "You have anything sacred? Any... beliefs?"

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"Some, yes," Uluru responded vaguely. "What does that matter?"

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Andle nodded and smiled. "The Nomads will change them." There was something sinister in his words.

He glanced over the group and nodded. "Well, glad to be of help," He gave a slight wave before stepping over to his niece.

"Uncle Andle himself," Uncle Andle introduced to the man. "Boh, who's your friend?"

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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#, as written by Zalgo
Thessir could hear the man talking to him. He could also hear the sounds of general commotion outside. His mind was not with those events at that time. He was enthralled with his work, examining the crystal for flaws. He was also looking at the shape, determining just how exactly the gem should be cut and fit. While useless now the gem held great potential. This was no mere taqa crystal.

Alas it seemed the general chaos outside was not going to let up. Sidling a strap of his bag off one of his shoulders he swung it over and set his tools along with the gem inside. With those packed away he downed what water was left and rose from his seat. He ventured over to the doorway, close enough to see but not close enough to be too exposed to the light.


From what he could see what commotion there had been was resolved. There were many eccentric figured talking including the one he had sort of spoken with at the bar. He listened in on what was being said, following the talking at he stood safely tucked away in the tolerable shade of the indoors. He gave a sigh, annoyed with the sun's habit of taking it's time going down.

"I shouldn't be awake." He spoke mostly to himself in a low mumble. His dark, tired eyes peered into the scene ahead. At this point he was just killing time until the sun left. The night was the real time for him. A time to search for some leads towards the ancient cities he's heard about in his time among the outlanders.

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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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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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