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Ka'Wa Jekund

A warrior who persists through her collapse.

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

Description

"I believe."

ImageName: Ka'Wa (kA-wah) Jekund (jeh-kUh-nd), "Ka" for short.
Sex: Female
Age: 28

Physical Description: Ka'Wa is a broad shouldered woman with thick thighs and a round stomach, giving her yet another reason to sigh when its time to don her armor once more. Her dry skin is often darker but Ka hasn't seen much sun in a while. She also has a broad nose and lacks any discernible scars that could be a result of a fight. Rather, the few scars on her thighs and upper arms look to have been carved with purpose.
Clothing: Often, Ka will only use a few pieces of her armor such as the gloves and boots when out in public. The rest of her armor is typically sitting in a corner at home since she sees no reason to carry it out. Sometimes however, she will be seen with a large backpack though the reason she gives for this is that she's training by carrying extra weight on her back. Its sporadic when she does so however. Otherwise, she wears plain dark colored clothes, suspected to be man's clothing, that hang loosely upon her. Her armor is plain and adorned on the knees and upper chest with the obscure symbol of her clan, two circles, a smaller within a bigger one, with arrows coming from the little one to pierce through the bigger circle.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 215 lbs.
Skin Colour: copperish
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: dark brown

Occupation: Helper of a food vendor
History/Bio:Born into a poor family, Ka'Wa knew few luxuries when young but her parent's efforts led her to know more as she grew older. At the very least, she made it to where they could be comfortable, though nowhere near the well endowed state her clan had once claimed. Through all this time, their effort was to make sure Ka'Wa didn't know the hunger and despair her parents had known. She knew just a taste for they were young when they had her and thus could not provide her with adequate food and shelter at first. However, they could not provide her with much attention or affection and thus, Ka learned how to manage on her own with a need for affection that she sought out of others.
Hard working, Ka went to work at shops though her parents constantly reminded her that their sacrifice was so she could surpass the shop, eventually becoming a recognized warrior as her clan was once made of. There were other children, a few who were well known warriors, that she was constantly pitted against although unintentionally. Even after her father's death, Ka'Wa remained frozen in her life, unable to escape the sands of mediocrity and failed expectations.
Home Town: Dol-Duna
Native Clan: Saule Clan
Population: 986
Settlements: There are two settlements, though small, that the Shams clan does claim. One is known as the Baclas and the other, Sterakl. They are small, about 150 people in each.
Location: Sea of Sand
Description: Made of proud people, the Saule clan was once known as a clan of great respect and wealth. They were warriors who made many advancements on their own until they were invaded by the Somolon clan and reduced greatly. Few people remain and are scattered, often moving to find better opportunities for their children. The hope of the clan is to once again, be known as a great warrior clan. They are strong believes in a deity known as the Sun's Warrior (pictured below) who is said to bless warriors who constantly work under the sun towards a brighter future. They believe that even if the sun burns their skin and makes them weak, it is for their own good to become stronger for the sun is light and warmth. To show weakness, to show frailty, is to rouse anger and disappointment. The Saule clan believes that those who do should lie in the hot sands to become that which stronger warriors can walk on.
Because of their size, they have leaders in the two settlements but otherwise, dictate themselves because of the scattered numbers. If there is a handful in a near proximity, they will ultimately choose a leader to confer with and monitor the progress of future generations.

Personality:Ka at least conducts herself to her clan's expectations by being a bright and smiling woman. She constantly makes self deprecating jokes and prefers to listen, rather than talk. She appears to be very sympathetic and doesn't like saying no. However, despite her warmth, she is very aloof and doesn't like to get involved in any type of conflict. She craves affection and attention but doesn't actively seek it out. Instead, she passively mentions something that brings attention to her and is often very flirtatious but doesn't follow through if more comes as a result of her flirtations.
Fears and Desires: Ka is afraid of disappointment and rejections from people she cares about. She often finds herself laying down and thinking about the sands of her people, unable to do more at times. Ka is afraid of her limitations and very insecure about herself but even more scared of showing it. Her desires are constant love, affection, and to be a suitable warrior of her people.

Equipment and Weapons: She has a plan set of armor with the crest of her people. Her weapon is a dull sword her father once owned.
Styles and Abilities: Her style is very straightforward, lacking any tactical knowledge or special skills.

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So begins...

Ka'Wa Jekund's Story

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Andle wheezed heavily, half his face covered in black ash. "Nah it's all... it's all..." He was tired, exhaustion clear in his frail voice. "-It's all over, baby," He moved a weak hand to his tunic, pulling it free of it's button to reveal his chest. The skin by his heart was raw flesh - pink turning into bright, biological red - veins, blood, and the outline of bones pushing through the burn. It was right beneath his heart. Andle wheezed, his jaw still shaking. As he lay on the sand the man turned to Boh gently. "Don't you worry... it's gone."

The airship indeed continued to fly into the distance, it becoming a shade in the red horizon. Andle lay his head down. "It's gone."

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Bohdana cried at the sight of him. She knew what this was. She knew what it meant. They were miles away from the nearest doctor now. They both had seen this all before.

Still, she thought in stubborn determination as she pulled out a cloth and placed it over the budding wound where a flower of blood began to stain it, perhaps there was a chance. Maybe there was a chance. It was pure survival, day in day out of death provoking terrain, aggressive creatures and evil people alike. There was always a chance of survival. They had to, they just had to survive. It was the way things were and would always be.

"You--you can't do this to me uncle," she sobbed, pressing against the wound to stop the blood flow, "Not you. You gotta live for me, okay? You gotta wake me up at the worst hours of the morning and tell me to get up and moving," a sad laugh crept through the tears, "We'll be okay. We'll be okay--"

She turned to the others approaching, "Help me, please!"

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Skullivan watched, his heart plummeting as he looked over Andle and the scene - the breeze blowing through his hair. The Leviathan had disappeared into the red, the only sound now the shifting of their feet, their breathing, and the sand swirling in the distance. The pain in his leg didn't hurt nearly as much anymore. Not with Aisha and Andle laying there.

As Boh yelled for her friends she felt Andle reach up to her arm - firm, and the skin of the palm now hardened with ash. "Nah, nah, nah - listen to me," He whispered - barely. "Listen to me. This desert... kills people," Andle stared up at her, red shadow coming down over the blue of his eyes. "It kills people, Boh... and I made a promise to keep you alive. I made a promise, I'd keep you away from everything that killed my... my little sister... that killed your mum, Boh...."

The man paused, turning his head slightly in the sand as the breeze blew his grey hairs back. "She was out there looking for it... the Change. And I always wondered what the hell she was doin', riskin' it all when she had you..." He swallowed. "...I was gonna keep you away, keep us safe, keep us feedin'... keep us trading. But... she knew what the desert was, Boh... she knew more than me." Andle's eyes were wet with tears - the sky reflecting in them. He swallowed his words - barely able to say them, but knowing he must. "She knew it killed people... and if she could change it..." He rubbed her arm gently with his ashy hand. "Then it couldn't kill you."

Suddenly Andle turned his head, out toward the rest. "Hotshot," He called, raising his voice enough to be heard - though Boh could hear it collapse in his lungs. Skullivan, who'd stood in the middle of the scene, swallowed and stepped forward, his feet dragging in the sand.

Andle squinted up at the man. "You truly believe the Change is real?"

Skullivan looked down and nodded - there was something about watching this man lay in such pain that hit him. It hit him hard. "I do."

Andle breathed. "And you think you can find it?"

Skullivan looked into Andle's eyes, before noticing the stare of all the survivors around him. "...I really think I can," He admitted, his voice cracking slightly.

"Then you got a find it... you're all here, you all survived..." Andle breathed again, heavy - shallow breaths. His eyes traced the ground around him, hitting each of the survivors as his gaze swept. "You are the closest... anyone has ever been in the history of this desert..." And then his eyes rested on Boh. Her sweet face - so red, so twisted - so much hurt. "...You got to find it..." He breathed again. "You can't join me... you can't join your mum... can't let this place... kill you, kill your kids... kill your family..." Tears dropped down the sides of his face, hitting the desert he lay on. "I love you so much," Andle's hand slipped from her arm. It landed gently on the sand. "...You've got to find it..." He did not take another breath.

Skullivan's eyes were red as he watched, the entire group having heard Andle's words. The group of misfits, outsiders, travellers - all having woken up thinking it would be a normal day. Even the wounded, as they were being tended too, had listened. Everyone had seen. And for Skullivan, what he saw hit him like a rock. He'd never seen someone die before.

There was silence in the Sea of Sand. The sun faded on the horizon.





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Mirova breathed, her gloved hands holding the idol out into the last light of the sun. The markings along it's body, the lengths people had gone to find it. "It doesn't matter what you believe..." She repeated to herself. "As long as they do."

Mirova pocketed it and began to march out over the desert.

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Metal invaded the cooling grains of sand. And again. Again.

In the distance Bohdana's small figure could be seen among the shadow of the dunes. Another shadowy form lay beside her; Andle's body, covered by a dark cloth adjacent to a growing hole within the sand. It was hard to dig up sand, the grains kept caving in on either side each time Boh struck it with her shovel. She would not sleep tonight.

The group had gathered together now, giving those who needed it some assistance underneath the suddenly appearing glimmer of stars that penetrated the gradient of purple to blue after the sun had set. It was a beautiful sight usually, but tonight the Qafar sunset felt melancholic and underwhelming, failing to grasp the air surrounding this new group of lost souls, left with nothing but a small lingering taste of direction.

After refusing help, Boh had dragged her uncle's body some way away and begun to dig a grave, an endless amount of tears wetting the desert beneath her feet. Bohdana was alone, but she was strong. Andle had known that, she knew it herself. She just needed some time to mourn the loss of her family and, more importantly, grasp the reality that she was now left with the weight of an impossible generational dream on her shoulders.

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Xaverius approached Bohdana, pulling out his weapon and using it to help dig the grave, using the saw blade's flat edge to keep the sand from caving in. "I'm sorry for your loss, if you need anything from me say no more." He said. "Y'know, I only had this saw blade 'ere as a scare tactic, never thought I'd use it. Now that I have I'd rather not again." He added, as he tore the tape from his weapon and dropped the saw blade into the sand.

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Uluru watched in silence as the young girl dug a grave for her uncle, now lost to the sands. A parent dying in front of their child isn't exactly unheard of in the sea of sand...but that didn't make it any less hard to watch. No child should have to witness something like this. Uluru didn't personally know the girl or her uncle, nor did he ever have the right words for consoling others about such things, so he left the girl to herself for now. Something told him by the way she initially shrugged off any attempts to help bury him that she'd rather be relatively alone for a bit anyway.

Uluru instead called Yanyan over and hopped on the beast, flying over to the spot where the last of them had fallen down from the hatch and into the sands below. He gave close inspection to anything in the sands that shifted from their usual pattern...such as a few chunks missing out of a dune from which people landed. Looking off into the distance he attempted to determine how far they had traveled from Dol-Duna. "Can't be that far...but are we really in walking distance...?" he asked himself. "considering all the ruckus that were were partially responsible for, I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

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To be frank Thessir's recollection of the events aboard the ship and even after were hazy. In the cool night he sat atop a dune, his backpack keeping him up like the back of a chair. Faint smoke rolled from his mouth as he took a puff from his pipe. It was ornately crafted, a finely hollowed smoking pipe smelted from untarnishable platinum. An old keepsake of his from the caverns he called home. The plant he smoked was an old weed he had kept sealed from the caverns as well, something he originally intended to use when he got back from applying the runes. Seeing as he knew there was no way back anymore it seemed a waste to let it rot. It's properties were both to relax and induce mild hallucinations, both of which were desirable to him right then.

He looked down at the gun he had pilfered from the wetland soldier during the harebrained escape set in motion by the rogue wetlander. A fine acquisition, this technology while by no means extraordinary was still interesting insight into the technological development of the wetlanders themselves. It would help tide over the feeling of disappointment which was sure to set in during the days to come. After all, his high wouldn't last forever.


Unlike most of these people Thessir always kept his traveling supplies in his backpack. In short time he pitched his tent and laid out sheets along the floor of it. He wasn't tired, far from it. He was simply looking to set up a place to sit and rest after the harrowing events, only some of which he even remembers enduring. He still didn't know where some of these bruises came from. He does however know where the blisters on the back of his neck came from. This day was one of the few days where he woke while the sun was still up and he never needed the reminder as to why those days are so few. If it were up to him those days would be even fewer in number, perhaps even so few as to say none.

Once settled he simply rested in his tent, took another long drag on his pipe and a swig from his canteen. A gut feeling, perhaps what remained of his more critical faculties, told him that the nights ahead were going to be problematic. This was to be perhaps one of the few times he might be able to simply kick back and relax.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren 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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Elise made her way to where the others gathered, wincing a little when she sat down. She'd gone off for a moment to wrap her torso, hoping the bandages would keep her fractured ribs at least a bit stable. she drew her knees to her chest and out her chin onto her knees, "We were in the air for too long...Dol-Duna is miles away, we'd never make it." She slipped her face further behind her knees before adding, "Not all of us." She then cast a glance over to where Aisha lay. She felt sorry for the young woman, and even more sorry for the man who lost his life trying to save his niece, the same niece who now bore the burden of burrying him.

She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts, they survived, there was hope the Change was real, and the irony of being thrust into an adventure was not lost on her. She eyed each of the members, all seemed to bring something unique to the group, the Clan. "So, we can't seem to deny any longer. I know I feel it, and I'm hoping you all do as well...we are all here for a reason, if not, you'd have left alone hours ago. After all, we don't owe each other anything, but yet, here we are. Fate has brought us together for one reason or another." She looked at Skullivan, "You say you know the Change is real, I want to find it, my name is Elise Seaver, and I think we should become a Clan."

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Everything just moved so fast. Musa's observent tendencies had led her to witness multiple scenes take place on that airship. She'd seen desperation, anger, nobleness and silence. The only thing was that there were too many people who weren't listening to eachother, for her to do anything about how they were feeling. But then again, human relations weren't her specialty. So she had kept watching until things really went left. Suddenly everyone had been running and Wetland soldiers were trying to hold their shimmering blades up to her neck. Luckily a hunter like herself was never allowed moments of blankness like the one she had felt trying to take over her. Her eyes narrowed and she'd fought back, clearing the circle of potential apprehenders before her. Then she'd helped along where she could, especially the with the ones who were in fact consumed by that feeling of a loss of direction when the action started. Musa had tried to get them moving but everyone was behind enemy lines and with so many of their prisoners already escaped, they weren't about to try and fail completely. Her heart had been pounding in her chest as she donned her Bull Skull and stood in front of a group that was now hers and tried to protect them. Then that explosion had stopped her heart and breathing as the ground was torn from under her feet.

Muss had plummeted probably hundreds of feet and managed not to pass out. When the sand was the right distance, she managed to pitch herself into a roll and safely land into a nice slide. When she was finally still, her right ankle was throbbing and the world seemed wobbly. She then had pushed up her mask and looked pale.. If a woman of her skin tone could even look that way. Flying, Falling, Explosions and jumping out of that flying contraption to face an immesurable height could do things to a person who's lived their whole life at the base of a volcano hunting and gathering for her tribe. Her golden eyes looked distant and dull as she had swayed and tried to get herself off of the dune she had landed on and closer to the voices that sounded distorted to her ears. She had.. Somewhat witnessed the death of Andle. If gasping and wiping her mouth between bouts of vomiting a little ways from the others really counted.

In the silence that had followed his death, Musa dropped her staff and took one step forward. She made another gagging noise and lost her footing as the horizon tipped and rolled, taking her with it. Her eyes rolled and everything went black as her body hit the sand with a soft thud.

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Skullivan stared in despair as Thessir helped Musa, his hairs blowing in front of his eyes as the sands shifted around his sitting form - like a sheet of fog swaying across white hills - freezing in the night. He glanced around - bodies littered, people trying to get warm, trying to help one another. The Wetland Traitor glanced over to Elise - whose words had fallen on deaf ears. "Right, I'm not from here but I'm pretty sure you can't just decide to start a clan," He said. "There's... probably ceremony, or something. I don't know..."

Skullivan's words drifted off as his gaze lingered angrily onto the sand before him. "So are we all dead, is that's what's going on right now?" He called out, pushing himself off the slope lazily and standing in the wind - his bare body still shivering. "Because I was telling the truth to the... to the man, there," With a swallow he nodded to Bohdana's direction - to the grave she dug. "The Change is real... and I can find it. Or rather I could if we weren't in the middle of the god damn desert, and if the Leviathan didn't still have the idle." He glared back at Uluru. "Great plan, by the way."

Skullivan sighed, kicking sand.

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"Wait..." Skullivan's eyes lit up at Elise's words. "If the- if the Wetlander's don't have the idol, if the Nomads do-" Skullivan looked up at Uluru, the starlight in his eyes. "Then we can still do this- we can still-"

Suddenly Skullivan saw a fire-light up in the distance, in the centre of the group. "YES," Skullivan breathed, kicking sand up into Uluru's mouth as he sprinted for the fire. Skullivan slid to a stop at the fire, the sands of the desert blowing over it - constantly threatening to snuff it out. But it was warmth. Skullivan glanced up, looking around - people injured, separated, talking among themselves.

"Guys, theres still hope," He called out. "GUYS!" He yelled loudly, standing up. "LISTEN TO ME. We can get out of this but we have to do it together - she," Skullivan glanced back at Elise. "Whatever her name is, just told me the Wetlanders don't have my Idol. That means there's still hope. That means we can... we can still get out of here and change things."

Skullivan's incessant yelling caused the other's to take notice. "But we have to work together - right now."

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"How?" was the knight's first word, sitting at the edge of the group. She swallowed loudly as she noticed some eyes turn towards her and realized what a mistake it was to take her helmet off. Dents in the armor seemed to be highlighted by the glow of the fire.

Ka'wa shifted uncomfortably as she sat cross-legged upon the sand. Averting her eyes, she chose to look upon the sand instead. Her right hand tugged upon the glove on the left with small, anxious tugs.

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Skullivan glared at Ka'Wa. "Well, let's figure out - let's figure out whose injured, let's work together - get me a blanket, if possible, you know, so I don't literally freeze to death." Skullivan's eyes glanced over at the wall of dunes that surrounded them, sand shifting atop them, and the maze of stars above. They shone so brightly here. "Then figure out who can navigate what, who has maps, compasses - figure out who is familiar with this part of the desert, figure out where we even are."

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Bohdana smoothed down the sand of the grave with the back of her shovel, glancing to Rusten with a proud expression. Finally done. It took less time than she thought, which she was thankful for when she heard the Wetlander's stupid screeching over to where the fire had started.

"Damn," Boh swore. She'd have to add the finishing touches later, "Damned fool of a took."

Sand lifted at her steps as she stomped toward the rest of the group, the fire blazing brightly in the middle where the Wetlander stood and screamed to them all, "Hey!" Boh growled, grabbing Skullivan's wrist angrily, "HEY! Shut the damned hell up. D'you know how far your voice carries in the desert? Have you ever noticed how silent the dunes are? We don't know where we are! Your friends could be around any corner!"

The young girl shook her head and released his arm from her snapping grasp, letting go of her frustration with a sigh. She looked up and down at the Wetlander with a raised eyebrow, catching his last comment about being freezing, "Listen, you can have Andle's things, here--" she shuffled over to where she had placed Andle's pack and hoisted it up, dropping it at Skullivan's feet, "We packed for 2 weeks back at the bazaar. Were gonna go to...well, it doesn't matter anymore."

Bohdana swallowed, "Now where the hell have you people been that you've never heard of the north star?"

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Ka'Wa's face burned and she merely nodded at Skullivan's words. Of course that was the answer, she thoughts as she bit her lip, Of course he would glare at me for that. Her eyes looked up from the sands, awaiting the input of the others. She was taken aback by Bohdana's reaction and couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and trying to keep it quiet. However, she didn't answer, fearing Bohdana's wrath since she wasn't too sure of how to use the north star.

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Skullian frowned at Bohdana, remaining silent before opening the pack of Andle's belongings. He pulled out a blue tunic from it and hastily pushed it on, ripping off the remaining black tatters of his uniform and kicking it into the fire. He grabbed a white cloak, wrapping it around his body as quickly as he could - giving out a loud sigh of relief as the cold no longer hit his bare flesh. "What the hell's the north star?" Skullivan sighed. "Will it get us to a town? Because if the Nomad and the idol are out there, we have to find it - and that means healing up our sick."

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"The north star is the worlds natural compass. It'll tell us where north is and therefore which way to go. It should be right over...aaah..." Bohdana pointed up to the sea of stars. There were millions. Billions. Thousands of different constellations and even more notably bright stars. Boh swallowed, hunting the sky with a glare.

Look for a star that's brighter than the rest, usually sorta separated from everything else.

Bohdana frowned as Andle's voice rung in her head. That wasn't very helpful. She glanced back down to Skullivan, "I'll uh, I'll find it, don't you worry. In the meantime Andle and I always kept medical supplies in our packs. Maybe it'd be best to rest up for the night or...I don't know."

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"Watch the mouth, kid," Uluru shot back. "I don't exactly have all the time in the world..." he muttered to himself before turning to look at the others. "Alright we're all a bit scattered about! If any of the wounded are still ailing I have some remedies to ease the pain that we can hand out!" He called out.

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Uluru grumbled and walked over to where both Aisha and Musa and Thessir were lying and handed out a pouch of medicinal seeds, though he left the rest to Dustin, Skullivan and Bohdana.

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Pulling her knees towards her chest, Ka'Wa could see the others begin to form their own, smaller groups. Besides her, among the grains of sand, rested her dingy helmet. She wanted to approach them but her body seemed to fail her. It wouldn't move and her tongue rested heavy in her mouth.

Instead, Ka'Wa began to cry.

It was a loud, sobbing cry that had no shame. Ka's whole body shook and she wished desperately for her friends back home. She could still remember her last words to them, about enjoying the remnants of the Bizarre once her shift was done.

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"Hey..." A soft voice called out to Ka'Wa as a small hand tenderly touched her shaking shoulders, "Hey, are--are you alright?"

Bohdana stood above the woman with a look of awkward concern, the sixteen-year-old inexperienced with strangers and more especially strong emotions. Was she hurt? Or just upset? The girl swallowed and sat beside the crying Ka'Wa. She knew how she felt honestly; all Boh wanted to do right now was cry. She also knew that platitudes were like a simple bandage over a life threatening wound, so Boh sat in silence with the woman for a while, looking out into the darkness of the sands.

"I uhm...." Boh searched for words, warming her hands in front of the fire, "I know this desert pretty well y'know - " she nodded her head, "Yeah, I uh, Ive traveled the Sea of Sand all my life. Once we know which direction north is I think I'll be able to help us find a town. I know how to survive, so we'll be okay..."

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"N-no, no we won't!" Ka'Wa insisted, her sobs now somewhat quieter. Her breath still came in gasps and she hugged her knees closer. "I've lost my trade! My home is far, my friends are probably sick with worry about me, I didn't even get to say goodbye to my mom! She.. She c-ca..."

And at that, her sobs became loud again. Ka rubbed at her eyes, trying to get herself under control, aware now that more eyes were upon her. She was also aware of Boh's youth compared to her own 20-odd years.

"It hasn't even been a year since my dad died too," she said in a whimper before burying her face in her knees. "She can't handle me being gone too. Not so soon."

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"We'll getcha back to Dol Duna," Bohdana assured her with a sigh, "My uncle and I traveled there every single year. I know where it is, I know this desert."

Boh rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. She didn't have any more words of reassurance other than the ones she stated. The Sea was her home, she truly did know this desert. A thought popped into her head as Boh gazed up into the night sky, watching the stars glimmer above them silently into the blue. Ka'Wa's soft sobs filled the quiet with the odd, whispered conversations dotted around the camp and the crackling embers of the campfire.

"Hey, I just remembered..." Boh's face cracked into a small smile, puffs of fog fuming from her breath as she spoke, "Uhm, Andle told me a story once, 'bout how he was lost in the desert this one time. Apparently he had been traveling with a caravan for a while. East, they had said, to the small town of Las Luma. Do y'know where that is? As east as east can go. So my uncle followed them for a while thinkin', 'Hell, they're a caravan of merchants, they travel all the time, they know where they're going' right? But he had this funny feeling for like, a week, until eventually he asked 'em if they were sure they were going the right way..." she grinned during the recount of her story, "The ah, 'dumbasses' I think he called 'em, didn't even know which way east was. They thought west was east and east was west. I mean, I got that all wrong when I was like 4, right? These guys were old enough to be my dad."

Boh laughed, "Poor Andle had to lead that caravan for twice the time it would take him if they had just gone east in the first place. 'Shoulda followed my instinct, Boh' he said to me. Never listened to another person again when they came to directions, he just knew, y'know?"

"And so do I," she stated proudly, "I have that instinct too, so I promise you that we'll make it. We have water for a couple o'weeks for 2 people plus some, right? Ration that out into the group we have here that'll take us for a few days. I guarantee you by that time we'll find a town or a water source. And then we just keep goin', okay? We keep going 'till we find a town and once we find that town I'll know where to go to Dol Duna and you can go back to your people if you want to and I'll go hunt for that Change. We'll be okay. We will."

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"Bohdana," Boh shook Ka's hand with a smile. She studied the older woman by firelight, a sudden rush of realisation spreading over her as she did. Boh was not the only one dealing with loss this night. It only cemented the fact that they all had to work together to get through this. If Andle had've still been here and he were not so kindly as to go out of his way and help stragglers or people in danger, they probably would've left these people and gone about their business. Boh often cursed him for his kindness, sometimes the friendly way was not the easy way and she didn't understand why he would make more trouble for himself, but seeing Ka'Wa lamenting her losses made Boh realise that she had to help where she could too.

That thought, however, did not comfort her anxiety to find the Change.

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The thick cotton-mix smell of smoke washed in and out of Thessir's senses with the gusts of wind. As he grew aware of the new day he could feel it pass over him, hot bits of ash falling on his skin and flying off a second later. The sound of relentless burning could be heard, Thessir opening his eyes to reveal the bright-sunlight shinning through the burning roof of his tent, black and grey curls of smoke blasting out like a raging furnace. His hut was on fire.

Outside Skullivan lazily opened his eyes. A burning hut in the distance was the first thing he saw. "Thessir?" Skullivan began, suddenly snapping awake as he scrambled to his feet. "THES-" Suddenly a blast of fire smashed at his feet, igniting into the air as it hit the sand. Skullivan stumbled back, looking up to where the shot had come from.

His eyes trailed up the wall of the dune, where at the top a figure stood - covered head to two in desert coverings and a thick hood. The figure held some sort of rifle in hand - a fire-launcher, connected to a large three-crystal generator in the sand beside them. "Good morning!" The figure called down from the sunlight, causing launching a few more fire-shots around the camp - they exploding upon impact with the sand and rocking the entire group into awakeness.

"You guys don't look so good!" The figure began as a small, wheeled robot came into view at their feet. From the mechanical creature's back a jug of water balanced. The figure pulled the jug out and casually poured it onto themselves, drinking it messily as liquid splashed down their robes. After a few moments the figure stopped even pretending to drink the water, emptying the rest into the ground.

Skullivan frowned as a few drops rolled down the top of the dune. His lips were very dry.