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Bohdana Yātrī

A clanless girl fighting to keep a generational dream.

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

Description

"I grew up hearing stories of the old by firelight. We walked beneath the stars retelling the Legend of the Change to pass the time, like all nomads do."

ImageName: Bohdana "Boh" Yātrī
Sex: F
Age: 16

Physical Description: Dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. Often mistaken for a boy, which she encourages in most situations, because of her masculine stature and short, boyish cropped hair. Freckles sprinkle her skin lightly, mixed with the usual dirt and wounds that come from traveling all of the time.
Clothing:She wears long, sweeping robes and often has her face covered from the burning rays of the sun and the choking grains of sand. Encumbered by a large pack of various supplies, weapons and materials.
Height: 5"4
Weight: 53kg
Skin Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel

Occupation: Scavenger/Nomad/Trader/Individual merchant
History/Bio: Boh has always known the sands. She was born beneath the shadow of a dune and accepts that she will one day be put to rest beneath one too. Her family have always been nomads, wandering within clans but never truly belonging for as long as they can remember. It is said that a long time ago they may have descended from an extinct clan called Vālukūta, in which only the name now remains. Bohdana has been almost everywhere the Sea of Sand touches, but the Sea is her home, and she has explored every sandy crevice the dunes have to offer. Boh's family has now dwindled down into two; her uncle Andel and herself.
Home Town: Nil
Native Clan: Clanless
Location: Sea of Sand
Description: Nil

Personality:Bohdana is intelligent and often serious when among people she doesn't know well, preferring to keep to herself to ward unwanted attention away from her. Her family were always known as peaceful mediators, and so that has reflected onto her own personality. She dislikes conflict and would prefer to flee than to fight, both in verbal and physical. She's the kind of person who watches from a distance, more often a 'fence-sitter' than one to take sides and make enemies. It's how her family has survived for so long, keeping together, making friends, keeping the peace and earning respect or at least neutrality, so she carries that knowledge with her every day. Otherwise she is like any other 16 year old; sarcastic and emotional.
Fears and Desires: Fears conflict, unknown creatures of the sand, being the last remainder of her family. Desires treasures, sightseeing and finding the Change.

Equipment and Weapons:Mostly knives and tools of the like. Her and her uncle have a large collection of Taqa crystals from over the years of trading, in which they use to create equipment to make gliding the sands easier. Boh's family has become somewhat known for making what they call 'Sand Gliders'; shoe attachments that are made to brave the endless hike of dunes and allow them to drift up, down and across the endless stretch of sand as if they were simply gliding along. She also possesses something akin to a hover board, similar to the gliders but more difficult to handle, mostly there for emergency situations.
All of the usual nomad gear is in her pack; tent, supplies, tools like binoculars, medical equipment etc.etc.
Styles and Abilities: Bohdana is inventive and can often create things with the Taqa crystals to use as defensive mechanisms. She prefers not to fight, but if she has to she is swift with a knife and bow and arrow due to her experience in hunting. Also good at setting traps and likes to prevent conflict before it becomes a fight.

So begins...

Bohdana Yātrī's Story

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"Yātrī's niece?" A gruff voice responded. The man glanced skeptically from a wooden table in the middle of the room, with all kinds of goods lining it's surface.

"Yes," Bohdana confirmed, standing in the doorway of their little stone hut awkwardly. She carried with her a small bag full of items her uncle had given her to run errands with, looped over a dark green desert tunic that hung loosely over her body. Her eyes surveyed the middle aged couple before her.

"Ye' I s'pose you look a little like him," the man shrugged, chewing on his cigar with a sort of reserved distrust of the world, "C'mere then, take your pick errand girl."

Boh entered the home stiffly, unsure exactly if that was an invitation inside or not, but when neither the woman or man complained she stepped carefully toward the large wooden table to gaze at the neat piles of various items he was getting ready to sell, "Andle's a smart man," the man huffed, gazing down at Boh over his scruffy, greying beard, "Wonder if you're as smart as 'im, girl?"

"Don't tease her, Larc," the woman chastised, stirring a pot of what smelled like some kind of potato soup. She looked upon Bohdana kindly, in almost a motherly fashion, "I'm sure it's not easy traveling with your uncle, hm? Sure you're glad to be back in a town..."

Bohdana shrugged, averting her eyes back down to the wares lay out before her. Mostly food items; dried fruits and vegetables, cans of homemade soups obviously prepared by Larc's wife, creature bait, water canteens, biscuits, jerky and other things of the like. She picked up a few things, realizing she was under the watchful eye of Larc who scrutinized everything she added to the growing pile before her. A few times she put things down, deciding on another, better looking item of the same due to doubt the gruff man slowly fed to her with his occasional grunts at her choices. Her uncle was good at this, she thought gingerly, sliding one last packet of dried nuts toward her pile on the table.

"Hm," Larc blew out one last puff of bitter smelling smoke right into Boh's face and stood, scraping the wooden chair along the stone floor, "Not bad. Ye'uncle taught you well." She shrugged again as he counted up the items and handed them back to her, allowing her to pack them in her bag quickly.

He coughed, "7 Taqa crystals then. I don't s'pose Andle has stopped trading in those, has he?" Boh shook her head and reached into a pouch attached to her belt, beginning to pull out small, glistening crystals from inside when Larc grunted, "Make it 5. Your uncle has always been loyal t'us, even if he does get the best pick of the bunch every year before Summer selling."

"Are you sure?" Boh asked, still half pulling out a 6th crystal from her pouch. He gave a brisk nod and she gently placed it back, clicking the clasp in place and handing Larc the 5 Taqa's. She nodded in thanks, turning to leave them in peace before his wife stopped her, "Wait! You're only young, aren't you?"

"Mag, let the girl be," Larc shook his head, settling back down in his chair and continuing to organize stock.

"No, here, I have a gift," Mag reached into a clay pot, pulling out a few small, brown coloured squares and wrapping them up in a cloth for Bohdana. Boh stared down at the little parcel blankly until the woman explained, "They're sweets. To keep you going."

Bohdana blinked, "Are you sure?"

"Nomad kids don't get many treats, let that be my gift to you," Mag smiled. The girl nodded her thanks once more and made her way out of the small hut on the outskirts of Dol-Duna. Boh blinked the sun and dust away, allowing the hum of noise and excitement consume her back into the growing crowds currently preparing for the Summer Bazaar.

She quickly placed one of the brown candies onto her tongue and shoved the rest in her already filled bag, enjoying the taste of sugary toffee flooding her taste buds. People pushed around her as she entered the thick of the town, already starting to set up stalls selling all kinds of goods. Boh passed a particular stall selling goats and goat goods, though what caught her eye particularly was the goats cheese. It had been so long since they had eaten such a luxury and reminded her that she hadn't eaten yet today, "Perhaps I should ask uncle..." the girl muttered to herself, sucking the sweet in a sort of composed excitement.

The Summer Festival was one of her favorite events of the year, and it had already begun.

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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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"Woah! Hey!!" Bohdana cried out, being rudely assaulted by a weird red creature, "Bloody Salamands! Get your stupid--"

The Salamand screeched at her violently and headbutted her onto the dusty floor, using its claws to lock around her bag of newly purchased goods and attempting to pull it from her grasp. Boh pulled back, trying to kick the stupid creature away but it was stronger than she expected. The child-assaulting Salamand yanked her pack from her grasp by breaking the handle and began to empty it's contents onto the dirt before them while Bohdana looked on in horror. All of the items she had just traded for went sprawling everywhere as the creature stomped on packages and other various goods, though not for long, as Boh had finally gathered her senses and got on her feet using the distraction to kick the Salamand angrily.

"Stupid--Get! Out! Of! It!" Bohdana screamed at it.

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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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"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: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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"I should hope so," Davikal said, disgruntled, as he started sorting his damaged wares. "But how will you find the person who caused this mess?"

"It seems like it," Ka commented on Uluru's statement. "At least no one got hurt."

"I did!" The owner exclaimed, waving his fingers in the air. "Damn things almost took my fingers!"

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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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"You're bleeding..." Bohdana noticed a man hobbling toward them while her uncle dealt with damage control, she stepped toward Xaverius, "I have medical supplies. You need some?"

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"Eh.. this? One 'o those little red buggers bit me. Thanks for your kindness, and yeah, a bandage should do just fine." He replied, using his bandana to wipe his leg.

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Bohdana searched through her pack and found a newly purchased bandage, holding it out to him with reserved kindness--as if it were her duty to do so, "I think the Salamands are all gone. They got me too, not as bad as you though..." she glanced out toward the mess of the bazaar, "Too bad about the festival."

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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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"Yeah... hopfully they can keep the show rollin'." He took the bandage from her and wrapped it around his wound, tucking the end in so it wouldn't fall out. "Thank you, I'm Xaverius Rusten, wanderer and scavanger." He held out his hand to shake with Bohdana.

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"Bohdana Yātrī," Boh took his hand with a stiff shake, nodding her head to Andle, "That there's me uncle. If you need any Taqa's he's your man to trade with. Are you a nomad as well, then? Only I noticed you called yourself a wanderer..."

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"Yup. Never could get into the whole clan thing, kinda seemed limiting on where I could go. I left my parents when I was 18, and now I'm here at 40, makin' my name where I can." He said, trying to rub the blood off his bandana with his sleeve.

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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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Andle stared at Uluru, a glint in his eyes. "You have anything sacred? Any... beliefs?"

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"Oh wow, that's cool!" Bohdana grinned, "We don't meet so many clanless these days. You travel on your own then? Must be hard. It's only me 'n my uncle but we have friends in all corners of the Sea, so that's something."

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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?"