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Mirova

The extraordinarily wise leader of Naima Clan

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

Description

"Let me tell you a story."

ImageName: Mir Qavien Rova Al’zar Yusil
Sex: Female
Age: 43

Physical Description: Mirova is bizarre looking, her skin a sun-deprived mix of white and red, her eyes pupils matching, and her hair long, wavy, silver strands. Her soft skin (the result of constantly care), albino features, and firm body make it very hard for onlookers to pinpoint an age, race, or even region on Mirova – though in the last few years a few wrinkles have begun to set in.
Clothing: During the day Mirova is fully covered from the sun, head to toe in exotic paper bindings, robes , hoods and face veils. At night however she is free to wear whatever she likes, and she takes advantage of it, adorning extravagant, revealing outfits collected on her adventures. She also owns several robes of the Naima, ceremonial outfits of red and silver and a headpiece littered with gold and jewellery.
Height: 170cm / 5’ft 6¾”in
Weight: 55kg / 121lbs
Skin Colour: Reddish White
Hair Colour: Grey
Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Mir of the Naima Clan
History/Bio: Mirova was born in the city of Grand Yusil, a child of the ruling Yusil populace. Her parents both worked in the Royal Court, and while they were on the lower end of the wealth spectrum for Clan Yusil they were still well above the non-Yusil clans that inhabited the city. Mirova, however, was born with a curse.

Albinism in the Sea of Sand was deathly, with the sun becoming an even bigger foe for Mirova than it was most. During the day she had to stay cloaked as not to burn, hiding her skin away. Her lack of sun durability made her a burden in the outdoor events of the Royal Court, and in the bustling, regulated society of Grand Yusil she found herself isolated and falling behind in every way. A bad friend, a bad student, a bad child of the court, a bad Yusillian, and according to one tutor a fundamentally bad person, Mirova struggled growing up in the world of Clan Yusil, her disease both a real reason and convenient excuse for her not to engage in the Yusillian culture of the day.

Instead she found herself in the dark culture of the night, in the lower quarters where she could wear anything she’d like. Whilst in the court the she looked strange, cloaked, and out of place, in the lower levels of the city she was just a drop in a multi-clan sea of strange. There she found her calling, spending her days asleep and her nights in the city. She was not beloved, superstitious clans thinking she was a witch. But Rova did not mind, it almost made her feel special.

In Grand Yusil Clan Naima was legendary, even after their fall from grace, and Rova was amazed by their sorcery and wisdom. When a member of Clan Naima would speak, no matter how amazing the story, you believed it. You believed they were magic. And so, when Clan Naima was expelled from the city for good, Rova followed them – abandoning her parents and stalking the Nomad clan into the Sea of Sand.

Mirova would join Naima clan during their voyage to the Western Sea of Sand, determined to become the most magical Nomad of all time. During that voyage many adventures were had, many legends unearthed, and many lives lost. They reached the West eventually, with most of their numbers lost. Now, years later, Mirova is the last surviving member of Naima clan, and, by default, the clan leader. And though she knows all the legends of the Naima, she cannot chase those legends alone, and instead unhappily remains travelling clan to clan in the Western Sea of Sand.

Home Town: Grand Yusil
Native Clan: Yusil Clan
Population: 5,000.
Settlements: Grand Yusil, several other settlements.
Location: Sea of Sand, Qafar Desert
Description: Clan Yusil are the ruling class of Grand Yusil and the lesser Kingdoms, a conglomerate of alliances, protectorates and subjugated city-states that exist along the central stretch of the Black River. Grand Yusil is the crown jewel of the loose empire, a beacon of wealth, military might, and man-made oasis for the best of Clan Yusil and for the worse off and hundreds of other clans seeking refuge in Grand Yusil it is over-crowded streets, poverty, and taxation in exchange for safety and water inside the walls. Clan Yusil is ruled by a Sultan along with a class of royalty and nobility, beneath them the normal citizens of Clan Yusil. Second down on the social ladder are the other clan’s living inside their cities and protectorates, and at the bottom the slaves. Only members of Clan Yusil can be part of the ruling class, and Clan Yusil is only joinable by birth.

Personality: Mirova is a performer: magical, sensual, and with a quality of threat.
Fears and Desires: Her desire is to be that magical witch the people see her as, and perhaps her greatest fear is that she will end up dying alone in the desert because she is not.

Equipment and Weapons: Mirova carries and emerald dagger but is not usually one for weapons.
Styles and Abilities: Mirova cannot fight, but has learnt to be very fast.

So begins...

Mirova's Story

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“Come in! come in! And let me tell you a story of hope... for I see across your faces bitter pasts. Fear not, my friends, this is not all life has to offer. There is a treasure in these sands. Not of gold or riches but of green grass, fresh water, and wet skies. The Qafar is our home, but it is also our greatest foe. I don't think there is one among you who hasn't seen a friend taken by his wrath... you though you cannot kill the desert, you can change him.”

The walls of the tent creaked and swayed as the sand storm outside picked up speed. A small, robotic creature on wheels moved through the feet of the locals, reaching the entranceway and pulling the fabric closed with a magnetic grip. “How do I know this, I hear you fine people ask?"

The dozen or so villagers inside the tent stared back at the Nomad blankly. A farmer crossed his arms. "We didn't but go on."

The story-teller grinned and pointed up. "I know this because the heavens told me. We nomads follow the stars, they give us knowledge and wisdom." The man speaking could not look less like his audience – his skin was smooth, his black locks soft, and his robes fell off his body in such a way as if they were meant to.

“No doubt you know your walls, your neighbours, your village better than I ever could…. But beyond that how much do you know? The world becomes a map of outsiders and mysteries, for the clans are divided, fractured and apart. But when you look down from the stars the desert is calm, and all of us in it are in one nomad clan.”

From a corner of the tent a woman, Qavi Rova, watched - young, wide-eyed, and with a burnt nose poking out from her heavy hood. And her lips mimicked the story-teller's words line for line.

***

"Let's go! Pack it up!" The story-teller yelled, walking around his caravan as the handful of other nomads hustled to secure their belongs onto the hover-wagon.

"Ow, ok, you-" Rova cursed to herself, attempted to attach the reigns of the wagon to a camel as the sand flew into her face. "Alright," She breathed, tightening a knot before the winds suddenly smashed into her with full force, sending her to the ground.

"Rova, get up," The story-teller hissed, standing over her.

"Mir Fydra, what are we doing?" Rova questioned, looking up to the head of the Naima clan. Fydra raised an eyebrow. "We're trying to beat the sand-storm," He responded, grabbing her roughly and pulling her up. "Come on, girl."

"I mean what are we doing, the village walls are right there!" Rova exclaimed, pointing behind them at the settlement they'd just left. "We shouldn't be out here, Fydra! We should find another city like Yusil. We've been dying in the Sea of Sand and these clans have nothing to give!"

"The Change isn't in the city," Fydra replied. "it's out here."

Rova squinted at the man. "You don't believe that."

Fydra stared at the girl but didn't respond. Instead he raised his hand, pointing out into the dunes. Rova looked where his finger led and spotted a group of three villagers walked out over the shifting sands, toward the mass of brown sand-storm in the distance. She recognized the villagers - all three were in the tent earlier. It seemed Fydra's words had gotten to them. They were going to search for the Change. "It doesn't matter what I believe, Rova," He said. "As long as they do."

***

"It doesn't matter what you believe..." Mirova repeated to herself. "As long as they do."

The leader of the Naima Nomad clan gave a final exhale before pushing the doors of her hotel open. Blinding sunlight poured in, bright coloured booths, stalls, and street performances lining the massive main-road before her. The sounds of laughter, cheering, and music could be heard as a crowd of tourists, animals, robots and villagers from all over navigated the sandy town.

The tenth of June in the year three-nine-three, the first day of the Dol Duna Summer Bizarre. The hooded Mirova gave a tired smile at the great market before her and walked out into the crowds, eager to find her tent and setup. There were travellers from all over the Qafar desert here today, and travellers meant money. Today of all days it was guaranteed everyone would be out and enjoying the festivities…

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten

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

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Thessir

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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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: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Skullivan

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The three woman landed into the tent only to find themselves in front of a flickering lantern, holes in brass letting light escape - a burning crystal visible beneath it. It glimmered off the thin red-tent walls gently, in the light revealing a golden glint woven into the fabrics. Incense burned around them, artifacts placed in bowls at the edges - some strange machines of gears and wires, completely alien in nature - some complex mechanism of civilizations long passed, elegant clockwork devices... and artifacts that looked mystical. Uneasy stone faces from adventures passed. Look around the tent it was clear this wasn't just another stand - this was a museum of adventure, with more hidden in each shadow.

There was something in the air, something in the incense, something sweet as sugar and strawberry in the scents. Something delicious. Something magical. Where were they?

"Something to trade...?" A whisp-like, eloquent voice spoke - it was breathy - low, but had a charm hidden away beneath it. The three young women turned as from the shadow's before them a figure seemed to emerge, as if from nothing. She had rich, grey hairs - woven back elaborately into a golden head-dress. A rich red-robe hung off her shoulders and bosom, her skin white as the sun with soft redness spread across it. And up from her eyes, they glinted a golden red - a sort of ethereal stare coming out from them as she looked over the three intruders. "If you want to the Nomad's word..." She raised a long finger to a donation bowl in front of the lantern, her nail's the colour of stars. The bowl was filled with valuables - gold, jewels. "...You must make a donation." The woman finished.

***

Outside the north-wall a man crawled into the sand, tattered black robes hanging off his body. "Oh god," Skullivan breathed, glancing back at the Leviathan airship that hung over the Dol-Duna. "They're all dead." Skullivan swallowed, before turning back and beginning to crawl up the dune...

***

Back in the Iron Bar the Wetlander officer looked at Whisper and sighed. "Fine... but we'll have to bring you to the ship."

The soldiers moved behind the foursome, magnetic handcuffs ready to go onto their wrists. "You tell us what you know, in honesty, and we'll leave you be."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la

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"I...oh god..." Bohdana stared at the extravagant woman in horror, "Did you say nomad? This isn't the...the Naima's tent?!?!"

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The woman flashed her a smile in the lantern-light - there was something predatory in it. "Yes, this is the Nomad Clan..." The woman raised a finger to Bohdana's pockets, were a glint of golden idol hung out of her pocket. "...I'm sure that would do for the three of you."

***

The Wetland commander glanced at Davikal, leaning in to his description. "I see..." The Commander rose up, giving Davikal a disturbed face. "Well, that's not good for them, is it?" He smiled, staring out at the fearful crowd of the bazaar again....

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"Uh..." Bohdana stared down in confusion at what the woman pointed to in her pocket, she slowly lifted it out and her eyes widened in continued horror, "Oh GOD I...I still have this?! My uncle is going to MURDER me!"

In her hands was the Wetlanders idol, reflecting mystically in the colours that surrounded the tent. Bohdana was lost for words, trying to figure out how she had ended up in this predicament, "Here--god, take it," she shoved the golden idol in the strange woman's hands. It was better if she got rid of it, "I need to leave..."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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As Bohdana turned to crawl out the tent she was stopped by a sudden: "Wait," The Nomad's voice came. Bohdana turned to find her gripping the idol tightly, her eyes moving from it to her. "...Where did you get this?" She questioned. "This is Yemar script."

***

Skullivan stared at the man, his arms raised as if ready for action - untrusting as Thessir approached. "They're still in town, aren't they?" He called, glancing down. "My idol is too. Without that we're both in trouble."

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"I...I found it, the uh, the Wetlander dropped it," Bohdana frowned, "I should've just left it..."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"It depends how thoroughly they searched the area," Skullivan called back to Uluru, squinting beneath the sun. "And if they have it it's too late."

***

"These markings are of a long dead language, the clan once had tribes to the south..." The woman whispered, glancing up to Bohdana in the tent - the other two still unsure what was happening. "...You are a child of the sands. I see it... in your face."

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"That's right," Bohdana nodded slowly, still extremely wary despite feeling like she were conversing with one of her own, "Look, the Naima aren't exactly our friends so--so take that...whatever it is and I'll be on my merry way. There, you can have it for free even, I don't want any trouble."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la

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Aisha spoke up, "The Naima Clan?" She appeared very late in the conversation, apparently having been mesmerized by her surroundings. "I, I hadn't realized your clan... was around. I..." Aisha had a lot of strong words to say about the Naima clan, but, she couldn't bring herself to say any of them.

"... I, we, the two of us, we were looking for a man... The man that the people outside are looking for. The Wetland 'traitor'. I guess it's in both of our interests to find him. I am Aisha Abdul'la, an acolyte of the Samariamus Clan, and devotee to... to the Creed. Miss, would you possibly have seen this man pass by?"

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la

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Elise studied her surroundings, the tent had an air of safety she couldn't describe. Something inside her grew excited by all she saw. The youngest girl and the woman spoke, exchanging an idol that seemed to hold value to the woman. "Wait, you said the Wetlander had that?" She thought for a moment, "He said he found the change, could this...could this be it?" Her eyes grew wide as she dug into her pockets for the remaining coins she had, dumping them into the donation plate. She couldn't help but flash a smile at the Acolyte, "Nothing happens by coincidence, I think we aren't meant to find the Wetlander anymore, we were meant to find her." She nodded to the Nomad woman. "My name is Elise Seaver, I'm from the Samariamus clan's home city of Samria."

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Character Portrait: Mirova 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: Skullivan

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Skullivan swallowed, maneuvering through the alleys of Dol-Duna, ducking down with Thessir at Uluru's signals from above. Wetland Soldiers were down every corner, but worse - mercenaries. People hunting him. Still, using Uluru's careful direction they avoided every time a soldier came close. Skullivan and Thessir ducked into doorways, down streets, behind barrel - each time Uluru gave them a signal from the rooftops above.

As a few soldier's passed down their side street Skullivan and Thessir moved out of their cover, maneuvering down the street at Uluru's signal. Skullivan suddenly paused, causing Thessir to ram into his back. "Wait," The large man hissed in a deep voice. Down the street, leading straight to the main-bazaar, a dark-skinned woman with golden eyes and a body-suit sat on a bench and stared at Skullivan and Thessir.

Skullivan wanted to say something, but instead he quickly ducked into another alley at Uluru's command, breaking the woman's line of sight. "We're getting real close to the main street!" Skullivan called up to Uluru hovering on his flying beast in the sky above...

***

The Wetland Commander stood, his soldiers still watching over the bazaar, when suddenly he could smell smoke. He turned to the bar behind him as black smoke began to funnel out. "What the hell is this?" The Commander yelled, signalling for his soldiers to surround the bar. A few dove into the doorway, emerging a moment later with their hands over their mouths. "Dead soldiers here! Bartender's been killed!"

A woman in the bazaar began to cry in shock at the news, her children running to comfort her at the news their father was dead.

"Dead soldiers?" The Commander spat. "I'm sorry, what exactly are you waiting for?"

"Sir, we have their descriptions - the patrons saw them," A soldier said, stepping up to the man. The Commander glared. "Find them."

***

On the street Whisper, Sören, Dustin & Rusten had escaped down they could hear yelling from the main-street. Suddenly a group of Wetland soldiers ran up. "There!" One yelled, pointing down at the four. "That's them," Another began, reloading his rifle. The soldiers began to run after the four, signalling more to join them...

***

"Followers of the Creed?" The Nomad whispered, a glow emanating from her. "In a Nomads tent, that is interesting... my name is Mirova, Mir of the Naima Clan."

The woman, Mirova, then picked up the golden idle once more. "...This leads to the Change? According to a Wetlander?" Mirova frowned, examining it more intensely. "My clan... was the closest to finding it. To piecing the riddles that hid in the sands... we followed the stars but even the stars have limits... if the Wetlanders have proof... hidden in here." Mirova rose an eyebrow, her finger-nail tapping on the idol. "...It would be your duty to go after it... if you can change the world you should."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la

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"How close," Aisha began to question, "did you believe you were to achieving it? Was it something that was undeniably palpable? Practical? Do you even know what the Change is, beyond a vague supposition? Great Mir, I wish not to offend, for I would imagine your intentions are good at heart, but... Do you not see Clan how much your Clan has suffered? How far you and your kin have fallen from grace? Is all this sacrifice truly worth it? Do you not know when to give up? And here your Clan is again... making us all sick with hope, inciting us all to continue to destroy ourselves... Do you have any idea what sort of consequences your encouragement have wrought upon us all?"

"If you are aware of our Creed, then surely, you realize that our goal is just. Indeed, the duty of all of us is to change the world, but, that can only be accomplished by changing ourselves. We must stop the dreams and turn to reality, and that reality is that... There's no such thing as miracles and easy solutions in real life..." Aisha glanced toward the entrance of the tent, a grim expression on her face. "... The Wetlander whom of which that belongs to... He is the one that is being hunted by his own kin right now. Step outside, and gaze upon another consequence caused by following the false path."

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Character Portrait: Mirova 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: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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#, as written by Nulix
"You despicable dune-heads," Skullivan said, wanting to add something to the performance as Uluru defended him under the guise of turning him in. Skullivan stared at the Cowboy Ninja before them.

Suddenly at the entrance of the alley a figure slid up, a staff drawn. Skullivan's eyes locked with hers - the woman he'd seen before. "Bounty hunter," He hissed to Uluru & Thessir before stepping forward. "Don't come down here, girl! You look very soft and these men are threatening to cut my face off! They're KILLERS. These two have already got me, you don't stand a chance!"

***

Mirova stared at Aisha. "The Change is real... and it is out there. The only reason the clans have not found it is because they think the world is hard and full of rock... they think their neighbours are their enemies, but when you look down from the sky... from the stars..." Mirova's hand pointed to the top of the tent. "You see the desert is united. We are one people, the clans... and the Change... is the only thing hopeful enough to make people see that. It is the only thing that will make our people... one Nomad clan."

Mirova paused at Aisha's next words.

"The Wetlanders?" Mirova's face twisted in a frown, her having listened in slight bemusement to Aisha up until that comment. Taking the idol and wrapping it in a shawl Mirova crawled forward between the three women and opened the tent entrance up. Stretching down at the entrance of the street Wetland soldiers were marching toward. Mirova swallowed. "You three have to leave," She hissed, crawling out into the sunlight and moving to the side her tent.

As the other three excited the Nomad hit one of the metal support polls of the tent, causing the entire thing to begin to collapse in on itself - the jingle of the instruments inside loud as it wrapped itself into a tight backpack of a ball. From her robes Mirova flung a grey hood over her head, grabbing hold of the large ball of tent - the artifacts poking out of the fabric, and swinging it onto her back and under the grey robe. The alluring Nomad of moments ago now appeared as any other filthy desert dweller, the only hint of more being the massive hunch on her back.

"Go," Mirova said, beginning to leave before pausing and turning back to Aisha. "...There's nothing easy about the Change. Simple, yes.... but not easy."

"You four!" The Wetland Soldiers called as they marched down. With a swallow Mirova began to sprint down the alley, the idol in hand, leaving the other three women behind.

***

Suddenly the Wagon stopped. The threesome inside and their guide would notice a young woman being attacked by her boss blocking their path out the village, Wetland soldiers rushing past to break up the fight. "What is this?" One soldier demanded, ripping Davikal off Ka'Wa as they fought in the street.

"Stop fighting. Street's off limits." Another soldier added, before marching up to the Sören, who was escorted the wagon down the street. "That goes to you too." The soldier paused, glancing behind at the Wagon - from ground-level it was hard to get a clear view of what was inside. "What you got back there anyway?"

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la

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Elsie wasted no time in sprinting after Mirova, "Wait! You can't just abandon us now!" She caught up to the older woman with ease but knew neither of them would be able to keep running all day. It was then she noticed the smoke in the sky in the direction of the bar she'd had a drink in only an hour ago. "What the Hell do these bastards want?" she muttered, trying to keep her eyes focused on what was happening ahead of her so she didn't lose Mirova.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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#, as written by Zalgo
Thessir was following along just fine, avoiding detection and the like as they walked in the flying beast's shadow. That was up until the point when the man from the bar earlier came upon them both, attempting to apprehend the wetlander. The bounty hunter bound the wetlander's hands and just decided he was going to detain him as though it was just that simple. Thessir wasn't much of a fighter though, luckily the man with the flying beast spoke in his stead.

"What is desirable of gold?" He wondered out loud, speaking his mind. Not long after that sentiment however the man with the floating creature attacked as there weren't many other options for dissuading their tracker otherwise. Bracing his stance he received the wetlander as he was shoved over towards him by the flying beast man.


As the smoke emitted from the man blocked all vision Thessir calmly produced his dagger. He cut through the wetlander's bondage with his dagger so easily it basically passed through the ropes, leaving the cut remains of aforementioned rope to fall in tatters in it's wake.

"Come. We search now." He motioned for the wetlander to follow him as he proceeded down the alleyway. On his way out he passed a woman with a skull set upon her head. Due to the smoke which was flooding out behind him he was fairly sure he saw her but she didn't appear to see them given her lack of reaction. As the smoke enveloped her she seemed to still be looking out towards where the combat was taking place.


After a number of turns across a few alleys as he and the wetlander turned a corner he had arrived to see a woman sprinting right towards them. It seemed their entrance was supposed to be her exit. His eyes though suffering from the light could catch a glimpse of skin from beneath the grey hood. Her skin was almost as pale as his was, white as snow with a mild red hue spread across. The reddish tint was what separated them in terms of skin tone. His skin lacked even that much color, appearing as solely white. Thessir never darkened under the sun, he'd only blister.

This was interesting indeed, mainly because a person of such little pigmentation was as rare as a blossoming blue rose out in the sea of sand. As much as he'd of liked to stop and chat there was still the feeling of being pursued to deal with. It did seem however that the woman was in quite a rush herself. Stopping a moment he raised a hand to grab her attention.


"Are you able to spend a lesser mark of time answering a question? I am curious."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver 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: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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#, as written by Nulix
Skullivan swallowed, him and Thessir having narrowly avoided Musa on their way out of the alley. "Great plan," Skullivan said, glaring at his pale companion as they turned. "We have that Cowboy Ninja hunting us, the Wetlanders, that lady! And we still don't know where the hell my idol or the Naima-"

Skullivan paused, his attention turning to the strange cloaked figure running toward them - pale skin and red eyes peeking out of her bobbing hood. Thessir suddenly rose a hand to the woman, trying to get her to stop. In response she shot past the two, smashing between them, and cornering another alley.

"Great plan," Skullivan repeated. Two other women ran forward - one one young with black-hair, and another with greyish blue. They were also chasing after the cloaked, pale lady. Skullivan frowned. He recognized the two from before - they'd try to hand him a religious pamphlet or something while he was locked up. "Oh no, not these two," Skullivan sighed. "GO AWAY!" He yelled as they ran toward Thessir and he. "This alley is very dangerous!"

"There!" A voice suddenly called from behind. Skullivan turned to see a unit of Wetland soldiers running after the two women, electric rifles aimed. "Blast them!" Another yelled.

"GREAT PLAN," Skullivan said again, grabbing Thessir's hand and pulling the shorter man behind him, they following the hooded woman's leave - running down the alley they had just come from. Behind them electric shots began to fire, the sound of surging electric blasts hitting the sand at their feet as they dodged down the alleys. Skullivan glanced back. "Keep up!" He yelled at the two girls." The team of four swung down another street and ran on.

"Uluru, where are you?!" Skullivan questioned as the three ducked into an open entranceway. They flung themselves into a shop, The shop was empty - having been abandoned during the airship's arrival. Skullivan guided them through, jumping out an open window and into another alley. "Thessir, this wa-" Skullivan suddenly smashed into a figure. The Traitor staggered backward at the impact, seeing that he had run straight into the woman from before - the one with the spear and golden eyes.

Skullivan scrambled to his feet and backed away, raising a fist threateningly as he moved toward Thessir, the other two women - Elise and Aisha, catching up breathlessly. The cloaked woman was gone, and instead they were now face to face with what could only be a bounty hunter. "Stay away from me, bounty-hunter. I'll kick you in the knee!" He threatened, his green eyes wild. He glanced up to the rooftops - wondering if Uluru was near...

***

The soldier at the wagon, the captain of his unit, nodded. "We're looking for a man - a Wetland Traitor," The man explained, glancing back as two soldiers grabbed hold of Ka'Wa and Duvikal - pulling them apart and placing magnetic handcuffs on the both of them.

The captain sighed. "But then we found our men murderer, some criminals burnt down the bar," The soldier glared at Sören. "You best pray we find those responsible, son," He added, placing a hand on Sören's wagon. "Otherwise this entire town will pay."

"Sir!" Another soldier called. "In the wagon, I saw movement!"

The captain rose an eyebrow, before raising his electric rifle cautiously at Sören and backing away cautiously. "Check it out!" He ordered, nodding at his soldiers. The black-uniformed men nodded, surrounding the wagon. One of them cautiously stepped forward, climbing up onto one of the wagon's large wheels and looking inside. Whisper, Rusten & Dustin stared up. "It's them!" The soldier cried, leaping off the wagon. "It's the killers!"

"Get out!" The captain screamed, raising his rifle. "With your hands drawn!"

***

In the main square Bohdana ran out, a figure suddenly stepping before her. He wasn't overwhelming tall, but still taller than her. His hairs were smoothed back and on his face was a smug smile. "Hi," The Wetland commander greeted, raising a gloved hand casually. "I'm afraid you'll have to answer some questions on my ship."

"Commander!" A soldier said, running up. "We've found the murderers. They're in a wagon down the street but the soldiers are scared to fight them. They want to bring the others in..."

The Wetland Commander frowned. "Absolutely not. We can handle this without thuggish theatrics," The man grimaced and glanced up at his ship, still blocking out the sun above the town. "Prepare the beam."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Uluru glanced down below, looking for any sign of his would be companions. He briefly spotted an odd looking shadow, creeping in an alleyway, but quickly v dismissed it as a loose salamand. Looking further, he overheard a mess if commotion and screaming, meaning the Wetland Traitor and other assorted strange looking people had ran into each other. A lighting down with Yanyan, he leaped off his beast and hit the ground.

"I recognize some of these faces..." Uluru muttered, putting his sword away. "We keep all running into eachother, must be fate..." he muttered, half jokingly.

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Character Portrait: Mirova 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: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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#, as written by Nulix
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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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"Where did you get the idol?!" Elsie felt the tension rise as the Arsonist tried to "negotiate". "Of course searching for the Change is hard, but you have no deal! The last person I saw with that idol was a woman, what have you done with her?" Elsie thought back to the eccentric tent, the exotic smells, and of course, Mirova. "What have you done with Mirova!?" She screamed, spinning her blades in her hands.

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