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Musa Grazing Bull

Musa's face is impassive until her eyes finish viewing you. Then she blinks and gives you a small smile.

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

Description

"I've heard the scholars say that there are more grains of sand than there are stars in the sky.. How exciting."

ImageName: Musa(Moo-Suh) Grazing Bull
Sex: Female
Age: 21

Physical Description: Musa has the build of a flexible archer while standing at an average 5'5". Her hair is jet black and, almost, cut harshly to only reach her jawline. Two strands were left long in order to be braided down to her full, C sized breasts. Her skin is a sun-kissed brown due to genetics and being outdoors almost all of the time. Along her arms, legs, face, and back are red, tattoo like paintings. They could either depict status or hold a story of some sort that she chooses to not speak of. Her eyes are also a honeyed gold, native to her peoples. Her face is always set in one of scrutiny, as if she is constantly taking in information and analyzing it.

Clothing: Musa usually likes to wear anything that can be as close to naked as she can get but without being deemed inappropriate or blush-worthy and can also allow her body to move and stretch to whatever the situation calls for. Something such as this would be made of soft leather or strictly cloth. Over her breasts is a tight cloth wrap that keeps her breasts from interfering, which is covered by a slim fitting piece that is sleeveless and reaches up to the middle of her neck. The piece is more like a body suit and a coffee brown in color. Along with this, she wears large and gold disc earings, bracelets and a long, sparkling neckalace that surprisingly is very quiet. On her legs are snug, soft leather leggings that hug her ankles and pull just a bit above her waist. Her feet are covered by black flats that lace up to her mid-calf and have a visible steel toe and sole, the metal is laden with tiny holes so that the desert sand won't burn her feet through it. It also keeps her toes nice and cool. Along with everything, she will wear a cowl and cape during her travels. She also always wears the skull of a Water Buffalo.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Skin Colour: Sunned Brown
Hair Colour: Jet Black
Eye Colour: Honey Gold

Occupation: Hunter/Gatherer & Trader
History/Bio: Back home in Trenn, Musa was a well respected member of her clan and peoples, The Lakuli. She functioned as a Hunter/Gatherer and a Trader for her clan. In the beginning, Musa, as a babe, was found during a violent rainstorm mere minutes before the river would rise higher and sweep her away to an inevitable death. Hence her name, Musa: Saved from the Water. But before it could happen, a group of Hunters on their way back from a long hunt heard her wailing and quickly saved and brought her back to the Clan. Since she was small and obviously hungry, the clan quickly took her in and she was given to a couple who was unable to bear children of their own. Growing strong and learning of her origin when she was an appropriate age she immediately aligned herself with her rescuers and strove to be the greatest or at least, most respected of them all. And soon she was. With her rise, the clan elected her to be their trader whenever they should need it.

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

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

Personality: Musa is quiet, only speaking when spoken to, if she has the spotlight, or if totally necessary. When she does get around to speaking she will smile, laugh and joke with those around her. Sometimes she can be jumpy or skeptical of certain things. Her heart is large and her eyes are keen but all in all her spirit animal is a cat. The Grazing Bull portion of her name is because of her quiet and observative tendencies. Yet if poked the wrong way she can become a reasonable foe.

Fears and Desires: She fears the loud rolling of thunder, and the sound of explosions, as back home they meant that the volcano had erupted yet again. What she desires is no different from any other woman, that being love and family. But what she truly strives for is a title that is worthy of a head nod from even the highest official.

Equipment and Weapons: She is exceptional with any type of Pole weapon. Those being Staffs, Polearms or Glaives, with a Staff being the one she chooses. She is also commendable with a bow and arrow.
As a gift to her and for her inevitable travels as a Trader, Musa was gifted with an Eirka(Ear-ka) to be used as her mount. Eirka are only native to the Volcanic regions of Margesh. They resemble lions in body but dogs in their muscular build and nimble legs. Red in color, they feed off of constant heat but need fresh water and a reasonable supply of prey to live. The beasts are quick, aggressive and difficult to tame.

Styles and Abilities: Musa fights like a bird, flitting in, landing a blow, and moving back out before she can be swiped down. This style allows her a full range with her body and her weapon.

So begins...

Musa Grazing Bull's Story

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"Esootka.. Esootka.." Musa whispers in her native tongue while stroking the broad neck of the blistering red Lion-Beast that grunt and pawed the sand beneath them.
The sun had peeled itself off of the rippling horizon only an hour ago but she and her traveling companions were still late. Their departure of Trenn had been held up by last minute goods to trade or sell. And now that small delay had grown immensely, telling by the throngs of tourists, loud beasts and impatient traders slowly filing into the city of Dol Duna. Again the Eirka beneath her shifted on its feet and flexed its jaws against the harness about its maw. Musa stroked the animal's side and turned to take a quick look at her companions, deducting that their own Eirkas were in the same state as her own. The animals didn't mind the enclosed space but it was the larger animals, tossed horns and constant baying that set them on edge. Settling back in her Saddle-Seat, she closed her eyes and gently rubbed the heels of her bare feet against the sides of her mount, listening to the chatter around her and relaxing until they would finally reach the gates.

Once in the city, Musa gave a quick tap of her feet against her ride and led her troop of four, not including herself, to their usual trading spot. Their spot was among other settlements or miniature clans that traded more primitive items or goods native only to their lands. Staying in a group with them always got them a few collectors each year or curious souls who were simply enjoying the Summer Bizarre. Besides this, her sole purpose for coming to the Bizarre this year had no alterior or personal motive. She was simply the head Trader of her clan and was enjoying the change in scenery no matter how familiar it may be. Reaching one hand up from her reins, she fingered one of her long, braided locks of hair and wondered if anything would happen at the Bizarre this year that would be a good enough story to bring home to her people.

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Death.

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

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

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

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

"GODDAMN BIRDS!"

- - -

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

The dance began slowly.

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

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

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

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

It didn't taste very good.

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

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Character Portrait: 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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Musa was under a large, pitched tent that modeled the colors of the Lakuli people, her arms folded and her stance wide. Her eyes were in a slight squint, as if she were thinking about something, and her golden eyes were narrowed. "Chata." She jerked her chin to the left.

Two members of her group who were lifting a large vase shuffled in the direction she motioned to and placed the pottery down while their golden eyes looked to her for approval.

Musa gave a small nod and placed her hands on her hips. A ray of sun that shown through the gaps in their tent caught the shape of her arm, illuminating a single line of one of her scarlet tattoos and made the ebony colored enamel on the horn of the water buffalo skull she wore, shine brilliantly. Her hand reaches up to twirl one of her braids. "This is good. I feel we will make much in Taqa crystals and other wares this year.. San, check on th-" her sentence caught in her throat as she watched 3 little fat red devils rush into her field of view and set to work causing chaos in their tent.

"They are ill-minded! Protect the goods!!" a woman from her group wailed as she grabbed a nearby stick and jabbed it at two of the imps to try and drive them away. Musa shook herself out of her surprised state and kicked one of them in the side on reflex as it dove for something round and shiny. "My staff! Retrieve it!" She demanded as she quickly subdued the fat thing by forcibly nudging it onto its back and pressing her foot down on top of it. Her eyebrows rose as its third attempt at freedom nearly knocked her off balance. What are these little beasts?

In the backround, the 5 Eirka pulled at the harnesses that kept them firmly bound to a pole while snuffing the air and scratching the ground. One of them attempted to start a real frenzy by letting off a short, rough and guttural sound that was like it was saying Ruck. Ruck.

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Now it had taken them some time but Musa and her group had managed to capture the trio of Salamands that were ravaging through their tent. About 15 minutes to be exact. And even longer to calm and ease the Eirka down from their loud frenzy. The fat devils were now hog tied and laying side by side at the center of their tent like a platter of sausages. They growled and wriggled and bounced as they tried to break their bonds but only wound up hurting themselves even more.

Musa crinkled her nose at the animals and watched them for a bit while she slid her black staff into a slip on her back. She then turned to examine the assembled pile of broken wares. The pile was small and would be worthless if they managed to fix them so she had one of her party members gather it up in a sack and cart it to the nearest dump. "But if you would find a merchant who would like to purchase it. Do not hesitate to sell. Better to make some sort of profit rather than waste it all." She said, ending it with a light nod. The Lead Trader then shuffled over to a deep purple pillow and settled down onto it, crossing her legs and gently holding onto her ankles. After a moment, she sighed and her figure slumped as she murmured something in her native tongue.

It was still the first day of the Bizarre and the sun hadn't even set yet. Perhaps this would be a good story to bring back to her people.

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"Good amount of food, some water. More if you turn them in alive to the right people, but half the time that just ends up in predicaments like we're in now," Uluru waved his hand. "So..." he noted, looking off in the distance. "Good news is, it looks like you don't have much to worry about in regards to opening again..." he stated, pointing towards a woman sporting a limited amount of clothing, who had tied up a few of the beasts already. "Looks like the chaos is subsiding. Shame I couldn't nab more myself."

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

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

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

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As soon as Sören laid eyes on the small woman he knew she was a religious person. Her clothing, combined simply with the air about her, and the way she spoke to him, made him think of the mystics of his own clan. In the spring they would remove their heavy fur and hide coats and cloaks in favor of lighter clothing, in brighter colors. They would build a great pyre, sacrifice a stag, and dance around, singing and chanting about the gods who sleep all around. Once the pyre died down they would retrieve the antlers of the stag and they would be broken down, and the best piece would be used to craft the handle for the blade which would be used for the next sacrifice.

Sören could almost smell the smoke of the pyre and had to shake his head a bit to clear his mind. Lowering his head a bit he listened to the young woman before him. When she claimed that he was a man of great virtue, he blushed slightly, but thankfully his cloak would hide this from anyone looking his way. It wouldn't do for people to see such a large figure displaying such emotions. Or so he had been raised to believe.

"I do not know if he is here this year, but I know of a metalsmith. He holds a stall near my own space, across the center of the village." As Sören says this, he turns to look in that direction, frowning when he finds that a crowd has formed there. Being so tall he is able to see over most of the heads, and catches a few glimpses of those small red creatures being dispatched in one form or another. The people have gathered around to watch, and within the clearing, which seems to already be dispersing, Sören can see several out of place figures. "It seems those tiny red creatures caused more of a disturbance than I thought them capable of." Turning back to face the woman he says, "In any case, I can lead you to where the metalsmith was last year. Perhaps he can help you."

Before Sören can say anything more, Duneyrr nudges him in the small of the back, beneath the back he carries, making sure to hit his body rather than the spear slung across his back. When Sören turns to look at the white stag, Duneyrr tilts his head, then opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

"Very well, we shall hurry along then." Turning back to the woman Sören explains, "Duneyrr is thirsty and would like a drink of water soon. If you would, please follow me."

With that the northman begins to lead his stag towards the gathering of people, hoping that they will be kind enough to part for him and his wagon. It is too big a craft to travel down any of the smaller side streets, and with Duneyrr thirsty he would like to move along without further incident.

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

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

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

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Ka'Wa looked over in terror at the group of assembled characters with a loud gulp.

"I don't know them," she said softly and looked somewhat embarrassed. "But if it'll help..."

A look of determination came over her face and she balled her hands up into fists. Striding over awkwardly to the group, she gave herself a small pep talk in the course of walking to them. I can do this, I can do this. Just tell them you need help. They're good people surely, they won't deny.

"Um, excuse me!" Ka'Wa said loudly, trying to attract the attention of the various people in front of her. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!"

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Aisha turned her attention to the guard, who had seemingly called out to them. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!" Aisha wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to get involved or not, but, her attention was drawn to one of the taller men, who voiced his opinion. "I'm not quite certain that's wise," he said, "A man acts mad in the streets, resists getting locked up, then claims he's innocent? Nothing about that spells common sense."

Aisha couldn't resist speaking up. "I... I differ!" What Aisha lacked in height, she made up for in her tone. She raised a hand in front of her, giving her the appearance as if she had some sort of divine authority. She explained, "Regardless of his origins or actions, all men deserve mercy. Without given a chance, no one will ever be able to rectify their ways. Those who are mad are merely lost souls in need of attention. If a man pleads himself innocent, then surely, he believes goodness is right and he is good. Please, give him a chance!"

Even if she wasn't sure how she felt about Wetlanders, Aisha was still firm in her belief that all could be converted to righteousness.

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Bohdana jumped in surprise overhearing the conversation that was happening close by. She forgetfully dropped the golden idol in her pocket, thinking more about not getting into the trouble that she sensed was brewing if she stayed about this group of Wetlander sympathizers. It was clear to her now that she'd overstayed her curiosity. This situation was bordering into possible conflict and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The crowd consumed her. Boh's form drifted unnoticed through the rest of the bazaar as she went about the last of her errands....

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"All I need to know is what kind of threat was he alluding to? Did he give any details at all?" Uluru asked curtly, glancing over at the Wetlander hanging in the wooden cage and mentally noting that he didn't exactly exude trustworthiness. "I don't particularly care whether he's guilty or not, I'm not particularly looking to break any laws in this town," he shook his head before stating jokingly, "Not before I visit the Nomads' tents anyway."

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"My apologies miss, Duneyrr is tired and I believe he mistook your hair for a kind of flower that grows in our homeland in the spring." Sören says, tugging on one of the stags antlers to pull him away once he has released the woman's hair. "And he is not a horse, but a stag. I take it they are not a common sight here in Dol-Duna..."

He sounds a bit tired when he says this, which he is. People have been mistaking Duneyrr for something other than what he is all day now. Patting the stag on the neck he walks back to the wagon, rummages around in the back for a moment, then pulls out an apple and holds it out for Duneyrr, who takes a large bite and nuzzles Sören's hand. "Go on ahead Duneyrr, you know where we usually stay. I'll be there in a bit."

After taking another bite of the apple, leaving little more than the core in Sören's hand, Duneyrr eyes the woman's pink hair once more before lowering his head a little and trudging onward. The northman watches as the crowd parts for the stag and the wagon. For being an animal, Duneyrr was very intelligent, and Sören often saw him as a brother over anything else. Soon the wagon is lost around a corner and Sören turns his attention back to the crowd around him as another woman shouts at them, saying something about the wetlander and how he has important information he needs to share. If what she said was true, then someone should at least hear the fellow out. With a sigh he reaches up to rub the back of his head, causing his helm to shift and his antlers to sort of dance about on his head for a moment before he straightens his helm again and turns towards the direction of the commotion.

"Let's see what he has to say then." Sören says, cracking his neck as he looks down at the pink haired woman. "Excuse me, please. And again, I apologize about your hair."

The northman makes his way to the crowd and past the woman who had been yelling a moment ago. The day had been a long and tiring one, and he just wanted things to be simple for a time. No stopping to talk or correct people about what Duneyrr was. Sören made his way directly to the cage where the wetlander was being held and walked straight up to the man.

"You are the one they call the wetlander, yes?" Sören asks, eyes glowing a bit in the shadow of his cloak as he looks the man over. "You do not seem to pose a threat, so I do not see why these bars are needed. In any case, I have heard that you know of some danger coming to this land, is that true? If so I would hear those words from your lips." When Sören reaches out with his left hand there is a layer of frost over his flesh like a lattice work of lace, and when he touches the wood around the lock it spreads, causing the wood to freeze suddenly, weakening it after being exposed to so much heat for such a long time. "It is against the law to let you free, but that does not mean you could not find a way to escape."

When he pulls his hand away, the wood around the lock begins to dry and crack in the heat.

"It seems there are some who might help you in this village. I would suggest you wait until nightfall to try and leave your cage, but that is up to you. Until then, please, tell me of this threat."

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"My mistake," Whisper spoke as she attempted to smooth down her horse-licked hair. She nearly felt bad watching the animal leave. Perhaps she could do with less hair if the poor animal really wanted it. She looked over the man in front of her, mildly surprised to see she didn't recognize him. Not that she knew many people, but she at least knew of them.

Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the antlered man, wondering if they were actually growing from his head. Sure, that would be unusual, but not unheard of in her travels. Rather than asking, she decided to observe the interaction to figure out what she could. From his words, the horse man seemed to know what this prisoner had done; something Whisper still wasn't sure about.

Content to watch, she leaned against a corner in a lazy manner.

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"Sir, please! Wait a second! When can I expect the work will be finished? Where can I retrieve my necklace when finish? Also, um, how can I be sure that you, um... Even if you are kind, I would like some assurance that the work will be finished skillfully."

Thessir looked up at her, listening as she went on about the necklace. Plenty of questions, some of them odd.

"I spoke of the time, of few greater marks. Equal to or less than approximately three marks estimated. You receive repaired necklace at my location." He answered her first two questions as though he expected her to already of known such matters. Before he could answer her third question she broke away from the conversation as a woman spoke of freeing the wetlander.


While he was most interested in who he is and why he's come so far out the issue seemed to grow muddy with voices as various folks responded in a variety of ways. He wanted to help if only to sate his desire to know more but simply trying to talk over everyone seemed to be a fruitless expenditure of his effort. Instead he figured he'd tackle the other end of the issue, the people the man referred to as the Nomad Clan.

"Do you know of where the Nomad clan the man in the cage spoke of is? Their interest might be in this." He spoke to the woman who had approached them asking for help. It only seemed appropriate to Thessir to involve those the stranger had spoken of since he seemed so adamant on speaking with them. After all, what harm could that do?