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Avari

So much to see! But, so much of it is sand. . .

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, originally authored by AtlasAtrium, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

"Want to see something cool?"

ImageName: Avari
Sex: Female
Age: 18

Physical Description: Light in stature and tone, Ava does not have a frame fitted for any kind of extended heavy lifting, though she maintains excellent health and is deceptively strong due to the nature of her work. Her messy black hair falls below her shoulders and her bangs often get in the way of her eyes, though she does enjoy the length and look.
Clothing: When performing, Ava has a number of sets to display, though her cobalt blue raiment holds a special place in her heart. Loose, silken, and lacy, the way they plume and flutter in the wind compliment her dances incredibly well. Her travel clothes are decidedly less extravagant – a light brown mantle that she keeps in good shape, as well as a pair of weathered boots and gloves.

Height: 5’1”
Weight: 112
Skin Colour: Tan
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Gold

Occupation: Dancer

History/Bio: Ava had always been a joyful and energetic child, so it seemed only natural that she was encouraged to pursue the path of a dancer, something she took in whole-heartedly. In their small community, she could often be seen performing in ritualistic dances and burial rites. When she received her crystal-infused shawl as a gift from her aunt – part of a set designed to help brave sandstorms – she found an entirely new use for it, incorporating shifting sands and swirling clouds into her dances in flashy and impressive displays that soon became iconic of the clan. Although she loved to perform and she loved her home, her family and clan understood that she sought to expand her horizons – to experience new sights and to meet new people, and with a heartfelt farewell, she set off from her town in search for something more.

Home Town: Trenn
Native Clan: Lakuli
Population: 175
Settlements: Trenn
Location: Margesh

Description: The Lakuli people of Trenn are rough but intelligent group. Although living may be a bit primal, they have their advances here and there that changes this idea quite a bit. Said to have descendants from the Ruma Jungle, the clan was started, developed and is ruled by 5 people. Because of living conditions the people have a hard time breaking 200 population wise, but every year there is some discovery that can make living a bit easier and allows the group to grow. Trenn is a town of clay and stone arranged in various heights and lengths. The city receives very few visitors during the year but a few scholars will endure the long trip in order to learn how such a large amount of people manage to survive near an active volcano. The five people who govern Trenn have a head who is the oldest therefore the wisest and then the ages vary in number. Varying ages allow for every age group in the Clan to be represented fairly. All in all, the clan gets along well and is rarely sought to be dominated by a larger and more powerful clan as they have very little standing rank wise.

Personality: Bubbly and inquisitive are some of the words that come to mind when describing Ava – above all else, she loves to make friends and have a good time, though she won’t hesitate to do whatever is within her power to protect that right. How she behaves in public is entirely dependent on her whims – when in the mood for relaxing, she may scale a tall building and soak in the horizon view, and at other times she could insistently pester friends and strangers to strike up a conversation. Although she holds a sense of justice in her heart, she wouldn’t call herself a hero.

Equipment and Weapons: Ava’s uniquely woven sash is infused with the dust and shards of Taqa crystals that have been attuned to the element of earth. Though it has no offensive power on its own, it is capable of lifting wide, blinding screens of dust from the ground and sending waves of sand to lash out and disorient foes. The motions that are used to create these effects flow perfectly into her swift hand-to-hand combat techniques, which are reminiscent of her dances. While already a difficult target due to her smaller frame and agility, the barrage of sand and dust that swirl about her make blows a serious challenge to land, complimenting her highly assertive yet elusive style.

So begins...

Avari's Story

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Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari

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Death.

Even if death wasn't on his mind, the pale rider was surely creeping upon him with the sun gleaming in his scythe and the lost echoes of the underworld festering in his breath. Nerves were shot from exhaustion, dehydration crushed his dusty throat - the old man's faltering vision wavered and faded further with each blink. The searing sands beneath him scorched his flesh and burned away his willpower, but on the horizon, a lone shadow emerged from behind the dunes. With what little strength remained, he pulled himself up with trembling arms, the sandy winds biting into his face as he squinted forward into the distance. Before he knew it, the strange figure was upon him, dangerously close. He knew, then, that death had arrived-

The cloaked figure knelt down and drew back her hood to reveal frayed black bangs and glimmering eyes of gold that at this moment, seemed richer to him than any worldly treasure. As her hand waved slowly in his face, she gazed with a curious expression, one with definite hints of concern. The older man's eyes followed the motion in a hypnotic, deluded trance before he violently shook himself awake from his stupor. Gesturing to his throat, his dry lips parted as he spoke his first words since last week.

". . . Food." The word was hoarse and cracked, he suddenly wondered if she had even understood.

The words seemed to register and the girl slowly nodded, reaching into her mantle before producing a piece of bread and pressing it into his shriveled hand. With a weak word of thanks, he blinked again and the girl in front of him disappeared, replaced by an abrupt migraine. Taking careful breaths, the man looked up to see that the girl was already on her way, nearly out of sight. His eyes fell downwards, and of course, the bread was still there. Smiling to himself at his first sign of fortune in a long time, he slowly raised the food to his parched mouth when suddenly, a shrill squawk rang out above him. Turning wildly, he had no time to react as a blinding cluster of feathers swooped down and snatched the bread from his hand, leaving bloody talon marks on his palm. Stunned, he glared into the sun as the winged bandit made off above him. Curling his hand into a fist, he mustered all of his strength, all of his rage and despair into a single roar that embodied the proof that he was indeed alive on this desolate world:

"GODDAMN BIRDS!"

- - -

A small crowd was gathering. A crowd was gathering, yet it was silent - from the rear, a child tugged on his mother's hand as he squeezed his way toward the front, the adults towering above him making it impossible to see what was happening. A stick of meatballs gripped in between his sweaty fingers, the sunlight flashed again through the canopy of heads and an open ring appeared in front of him. In the center, a young woman lightly robed in brilliant cobalt raiments stood with her head down and her hands folded over one another at her waist. Her eyes slowly opened - a rich gold - and a smile that shone like no other graced her expression. In the back under the shade of a store's leather awning sat a bored looking man with a mandolin in his lap, strumming lazily. He wasn't looking at anything in particular.

The dance began slowly.

Avari made a deliberate sweeping motion with her arms, lowering her center of gravity. Many fluid, wide motions - one could swear that the wind was picking up at her feet. The motions picked up, faster and faster as her shawl encircled her like a pair of twin serpents chasing their tails. Then everything slammed downwards, a cloud of dust billowing from the earth, but only for a second. The cloud dispersed into a soft ring before shifting inwards and spinning around her, tracing the flow of her scarf. As though it were alive, the sand beneath her coalesced and leaped into the air with each twirl and pirouette - the earthen sashes bolted to and fro with her hands, the arcs of her feet, and with a blindingly quick flurry of crosses and spins, the sand collapsed to the floor in a nova of dust that drifted outwards, dissipating by the time it brushed against the ankles of the audience.

Briefly wiping the sweat from her brow, she gave a small bow and another bright smile.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, most people parted from the audience with soft murmurs and shrugs. Tough crowd. . . Ava thought nervously as she straightened her back and dusted off her clothes. She turned around. "Hey, thanks for-" The man playing the mandolin was gone, the instrument resting against the shop wall. "Ah. . ." There was a small tug at the hem of her skirt and the girl spun around to face a small child and his elderly mother. The boy handed off his half-eaten snack to her and returned the smile.

"We loved your performance," the woman said with a nod, rustling her son's hair. "I'm sorry that I don't have anything to give you, but I hope you're not deterred by the others here. I know you'll find your place if you keep at it." With that, she gave a light pat to the boy and ushered him over. "Come on, I'll get you another treat." As they went on their way, Ava quickly surveyed her afternoon meal and took a hefty bite.

It didn't taste very good.

I'm sure Musa is doing a better job of making ends meet, the girl meekly assured herself, scratching her head. Where does she set up shop, anyway? Doesn't help that it's my first time here. . . Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she shielded her eyes with one hand and navigated the sandy streets of peddlers and con artists.

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Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Avari

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"Oh no, no, no. . ."

The city guard pulled his hood over his head and snatched his sword, fastening the sheath to his belt. The mask fitted messily over his face and the gloves came on just as hastily. "On the first day of the summer bazaar! Of course!" Viitor grumbled behind his mask. He was already beginning to feel the sweat pouring, but if you wanted to be a guard, you had to put on the uniform. He scrambled to the scene of the chaos, finding vendors already packing up to relocate to a space away from these tiny reptilian terrors. Brandishing his weapon proudly, he called out to the invading pests: "Alright, you little cold-blooded rats, c'mere-AHHHHH!"

One of the bigger salamands had latched onto his ankle with tooth and nail, digging deeper with each jerk of the leg. "Ow! Get off of me, you little shit!" No matter how much he kicked and stomped, the bugger refused to let go. Prancing and stumbling like a drunken idiot, the unfortunate city guard tripped and slammed his foot into a wall. "Ya! My toe!" The small lizard yelped and made to scamper off, but was too weakened by the blow pull itself up. After taking a sweet moment to recover from his toe annihilation, he limped over to the creature with a scowl as curses spilled from his lips. Raising his saber high into the air to strike down the cowering salamand, he growled, "That's enough out of you, you damn lizard-"

A firm grip kept his wrist in place. Startled by the sudden intervention of his lizard murder, Viitor turned to find that a younger girl had stopped the blade from coming down to finish it off for good. For someone so small, the elaborately dressed dancer was quite strong. A bit too strong, actually. . . and the girl looked like she was about to cry.

Easing his tense arm, the guard lowered his weapon with a sigh, slipping it back into its sheath.

"Oh, you poor thing," Avari spoke softly, crouching down to the injured salamand. The creature feebly attempted to push itself further back into the wall, hissing and clawing weakly at her. "Let me - ow - here, let me - ow - would you cut that out?" Shaking her scratched and stinging hand, Ava pulled on a pair of gloves and tried again, lifting the lizard up by its hands until it was standing on quaking feet. "Are you okay there, buddy?" After a long pause, the salamand hissed again and an intense, searing heat radiated from his body. Feeling the burn scorch through the leather of her gloves, the girl instinctively backed up and watched as the injured lizard awkwardly scampered away and out of sight with surprising speed. Rubbing the charred tips of the fingers together, Ava glanced up to. . . not quite meet the gaze of the guard's metal face plate.

"Sorry. . . I don't mean to get in the way of your job." With a sheepish smile, she gave an unsolicited pat on his back and said, "but keep up the good work anyway. I hope you won't get too rough with them." Then she hurried off in the other direction. Viitor lifted his mask and squinted for a second before rolling his eyes and setting it back in place.

"Darned kids." Cracking his knuckles, he kept the sword in its sheath and looked for troubles elsewhere to resolve.

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I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen every day, Ava thought, looking left and right at scorched stalls and shattered wares. If this is what Musa has to deal with, it must be very hard for her. There was a rush of wind as she jumped from one roof to another, her light feet pattering almost silently on the floor beneath her. Peering curiously over the ledge, she spotted some more commotion below - the Lakuli girl dropped down with something like grace before crashing on her rear. Guess I'm not used to climbing this high, hahaha. . .

Brushing sand from her clothes and skin, she absentmindedly waved to the girl who obviously needed help and asked, "Do you need any help?" That said, she was already beginning to wrestle control of the lizard's limbs without trying to harm it, though that was easier said than done.

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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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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: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari

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Musa was as firm set as a stone wall when the girl jumped her for a hug. Her necklace tingled and her earrings swung with the force but she maintained her stance of crossed arms and scrutinious features. Once Avari peeled herself away, she jerked her chin back towards the tent and spoke in a volume that only she would hear. "The setup of the tent took an hour longer than scheduled, a handful of wares were destroyed and had to either be thrown our or sold for a signifcantly less amount, and one of the Eirka nearly escaped after another had started a hunting frenzy. A majority of this could have been avoided if we had the extra pair of hands that we brought on the trip with us." She finished with a clip. Her eyes stared her down for a long while, stormy yet bright. Then Musa blinked and her body visibly relaxed. She reached a hand up to stroke one of her braids. "Where had you even run off to, might I ask?" She hummed curiously.

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Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari

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It was like Avari was back at home again, receiving another sharp scolding from her grandmother for reasons she couldn't quite lift from her hazy memories. It was hard for her to think while under duress, harder still when she hadn't expected it. Fidgeting with her fingers in front of her, she averted her gaze from Musa as she felt her stiff smile begin to slip. When her body eased, so too did Ava's, like a breath of fresh air after a period of tight suffocation. The tense atmosphere had yet to dissipate however, and it showed in her quivering tone.

"I didn't know that something like this would happen," she muttered, still looking away. "I wanted to surprise you, but. . ." The bag shifted on her shoulder, and rustling inside was a parting gift she had meant to hand her - a small wreath of brightly painted petrified flowers to adorn one of the horns on her bone mask. ". . . maybe this wasn't the best time." Ava paused for a moment, not in thought but in a kind of emotional stasis. She was on the verge of tears, but tried not to let it show. Swallowing with a dry throat, she continued, "I arrived not long ago, I was looking for you at first but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, I thought I'd have a little fun myself." Her eyes flickered back up to face Musa. "Sorry."

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" 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: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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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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Young minds and young whims. Especially with this one. Musa sighed and traced a scarlett line of one of her tattoos. "What's done is done. Better to fix your direction instead of standing still and looking back." She said while giving Avari a gentle pat on her head, a sign that apology was accepted and the issue was in fact done with.

The female, dressed in her sleevless, tan body suit and soft leather leggings then turned her attention back to the group of people who had caught a majority of the Slamands. But her attention soon wavered as the crowds of the Bizarre began filtering through the temporary gap again. "Well. It was an.. Exciting reprieve but there are things to be sold and currency to collect. You may run off again. With the devils dealt with, there are now too many hands around here." She glanced at Avari again and started to turn away only to have her attention grabbed once more by a grand commotion coming from a short distance away. She listened and looked with interest as she rolled the gathered information around in her head. Wetlander. The clan name had been mentioned by the scholars that stopped in Trenn for their studies. She tipped her head to the side a bit, her necklace tinkling.

When the supposed Wetlander was caught and dragged away, she sighed and unfolded her arms while mumbling something sympathetic in her native tongue. She then went over to her pillow and sat down again, watching as a small group of people broke from the crowd and headed for the tent.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" 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: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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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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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" 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: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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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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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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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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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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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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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" 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: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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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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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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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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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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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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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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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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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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The Wetlander Traitor stared at Aisha, wide-eyed at her proposition, and the hand she now offered him. But instead, of taking it, he slapped it - like some sort of high-five, before approaching the bars and standing over her. "In the Wetlands we don't... have your legends, we don't have the Change or whatever. I didn't even know much about it... until..." He swallowed, glancing up at Aisha - looking her in the eyes. "Until I found out it was real."

As Uluru walked away the stones as his feet began to rumble. A rotting apple shook off a stand and splattered onto his feet. Uluru grimaced, feeling the rotting apple juice seeping through his boats and trickling in between his toes. Skullivan grabbed hold of his wooden bars as they began to vibrate. "Oh no..." He whispered. "Oh no..."

***

In the Iron Bar the chairs began to vibrate, the glasses beginning to clatter. The bartender grabbed hold as a few bottles vibrated off his shelf and shattered on the earth-floor of the bar. "No! Do you know how valuable liquid is, how hard it is to get drink to Dol-Duna!" The bartender exclaimed as across the bar more drinks shattered off tables - but no one was listening. Instead people's eyes were to the windows, where the sunlight was blocked out.

***

Outside all eyes were off Skullivan's cage as above the rooftops a massive object covered the sky. Made of metal and machinery it was clear, but cleanly disguised in a way none in the Qafar had seen. Smooth black metal panels, glass windows, and a low-hum hung beneath a mile of armour-reinforced, triangular balloon. On the side, in thirty foot white letters were the words WETLANDER. This was their Leviathan Airship - and from the grounds of the bazaar, despite it flying only slightly above the rooftops, it was impossible to see the entire thing end to end.

The body of the black airship came to a halt atop the bazaar - the only sunlight coming in around it's gigantic form. It was nearly the length of Dol-Duna entirely. Suddenly dozens ladders flung down from all along the length of the airship, unravelling and hitting the ground. From the skies figures began to slide down toward the sandy town below. Black-uniformed soldiers, clean leather boots and gloves and helmets with silver design of a wave on them. On their backs massive rifles and swords with electrical static visible sparking off them. Once they hit the ground the soldiers would run to the sides of the bazaar, instantly blocking off entrance to the main-street.

From the centre of the airship a blast of air came out, a platform lowering from the belly of the beast. "Friends!" A loud, slightly smug voice called from the platform. In the centre was a man in a black uniform - though different from the soldiers that now surrounded the bar. Much more fanciful. The man had golden-brown hair combed back, squinting eyes, and a slightly smug smile. He had his hands behind his back as he descended. Two other figures stood behind him, but remained silent.

The platform reached the ground, at the entrance of the Iron Bar, where the terrified townsfolk backed away. The brown haired man stepped off the platform casually. "The Dol-Duna Summer Bazaar," He commented, stepping toward a stand and pulling a necklace of jewels off it. "Nice." He flicked it away, casually pulling a pistol out and swinging it around those present. "As you may have guessed we are from the Wetlands. I'm leading us into... your charming little desert. On behalf of our leaders," He began, looking around the bazaar. "And we are on the lookout for one man." One of the other's on the platform pulled out a small device, a red hologram of Skullivan's face lighting up on it.

"That man!" The man, seemingly the leader of the airship, spoke up. "Is a traitor. And a very dangerous criminal. And he's somewhere in your town, probably killing someone! I don't know!" The leader said, before turning away. "So, we are willing to offer fifty golden Wetland coins as reward for anyone who turns him in." On the platform behind him a chest of gold was opened - coins were worthless in the desert, each clan either trading or having their own system. But gold was gold, in any form.

The leader glanced back at the crowds. "We'll just keep our guards posted to make sure no one leaves until we get him. Sound fair?"

At the entrances the black Wetlander guards rose their electric rifles in unison, and by the cage where our heroes were camped out they would notice Skullivan vanished - the wooden bars that Sören had weakened now completely broken. The more watchful of the group may have noticed the tatters of his black uniform running off into an alley...