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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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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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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull
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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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#, as written by WilPen
"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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#, as written by Zalgo
"Sir, please! Wait a second! When can I expect the work will be finished? Where can I retrieve my necklace when finish? Also, um, how can I be sure that you, um... Even if you are kind, I would like some assurance that the work will be finished skillfully."

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

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


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

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

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull
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"Enjoy. Thank you for your trade." Musa said absently, one ear on her customer and the other listening to the voices rising above the hum of the crowd. The first thing she heard was a woman announcing that she wanted to free the Wetlander turned prisoner. While a kind, yet illegal endeavor, it was foolish of her to yell out her intent in the middle of a large crowd. She could hear the sharp whispers among the other merchants and their buyers. Grabbing and donning her staff, she begins moving away from a blank space where a vase just was while leaving her tent to be handled by the rest of her party. She placed herself near a man with a curved sword. She was close enough to him to be labeled as a listener but far enough to not be associated with him.

Then, after listening to the last of the comments on the amored female's plans, she spoke up herself in a clear voice. "Even if anyone were to assist you, it would be foolish to. I'm sure that guard over there heard your plan when you shouted it for the whole Bizarre to hear. In fact, he's watching you with narrowed eyes. He's watching all of us." She waves her hand in the direction of said guard, of which her eyes were trained upon ever since mentioning him. After a bit, her gaze slid over those assembled before she would look to the girl in the center again, switching her weight onto one leg.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la
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Tetra grimaced as another woman asked for help in freeing the Wetlander. She wasn't going to touch this with a ten foot pole. Especially now that it had been announced to the entire surrounding area that someone was planning a breakout. But before Tetra could point that out, someone else came along and said the exact same thing she had been thinking. Tetra immediately nodded and gestured towards the newcomer.

"She's right. And if he somehow manages to escape, even without your help, the guards will immediately suspect you and take you in for questioning," Tetra shuddered slightly. "And it wouldn't be a pretty interrogation, either." She didn't know what "airship" this Wetlander had supposedly told the woman about, but Tetra had a feeling it would be a good idea to get out of town relatively quickly. "I guess the Summer Bizarre will be ending a little early for me," she sighed wistfully before brushing her hair out of her face. "It probably isn't very safe here anymore for any of us."

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Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Whisper
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#, as written by Jaek
Dustin was incredulous. They were aiding him in escaping, this was absolutely ridiculous. Either guards were incompetent or couldn't be arsed to do anything about it. This guy, this Wetlander, was causing a scene in the streets, throwing stuff around, and now was claiming this settlement was going to get destroyed? He should be questioned and held, not released.

He cast a glance at the individual beside him, voicing further common sense. The armored girl seemed to not do anything after that, but that tall horned man conversed with him. So did that black-clad girl. His own eyes narrowed in suspicion as they followed the cloaked female leave the cage and head to the bar nearby. He strode up to the cage to see what was done and hefted a deep sigh. What were they thinking?

Dustin decided he'd at least do something about it. He marched right into the building with the words The Iron Bar written over the door and began scanning the crowd. It wasn't difficult to pick out a black cloak at the bar. Who wears black in this heat? "Why'd you throw in the knife?" his gruff voice rang out right behind her.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la
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#, as written by Zalgo
"He said something about an airship coming for him?" The woman mentioned when questioned as to what the wetlander was speaking about. "From over there. I think he called it the leviathan and he said it would be here within the hour."

Interesting. He contemplated about what she said. He was not overly familiar with the means by which these people kept their time since he was from Downder where there was no day or night and he spent most of his time beyond in Bola Brisk, a place with little sunlight in between all the frozen storms. The hour sounded soon however. If the airship was so close wouldn't it be visible? He'd have to find someplace high up and see for himself.


"I'm sorry but I didn't ask about the nomad clan he was seeking." The woman apologized in response to his question. It was strange to apologize given what he had asked. It just didn't seem to add up. Though understandable as she wasn't very well informed in regards to the nomad clan in question it didn't mean they couldn't find the answer from someone.

"Someone knows more. Proposal to ask-" He was interrupted as some other strange characters involved chimed in on their thoughts on her idea to break the wetlander free. Indeed, it seemed as though this was a rather careful group given their considerations. Before he could continue on with trying his hand at solving the riddle of the frantic wetlander the woman grew more and more distressed until eventually she fled away from the market, vanishing within the crowd.


He was already confused and the pain in his eyes was starting to spread back into his brain now. He wanted to move forward, not be stuck in a rut with a group of unmotivated strangers. Opting for some action he waved over the woman of blue garb with the rare bracelets and started moving in the direction they had taken the wetlander.

On his way however his eyes caught the tell-tale glimmer of gold along the ground. It was a golden statue halfway buried in a patch of mud along the ground. He was quite surprised. People generally don't find miniature statues wrought from valuable metals left laying about where boots tread. He looked over the statue carefully like a crow would with any shiny new acquisition. It was a figure of an effeminate person of some sort with letters etched up along a side in a language he had yet to learn to read.


"Fascinating. I am of wondering of where the statue was made. Perhaps wetlander knows." He spoke to the woman who's necklace he was still holding onto. He still had full intentions of finishing his job but right now there was neither the time nor the place for that. Most of his best work was done at night anyways. As he walked towards the cage where the wetlander was he looked back to check if the woman in blue was still following before turning his attention back towards the wetlander as he approached.

"Stranger of the wet lands, I presume this is yours?" He presented the idol before the wetland man stuck in the cage. His hat obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only a strange pale grin set in a rather short standing figure of dark clothes before the cage of bone. The concealment of his face was not intentional of course, just the result of him trying to block as much of the sun as he was physically capable of. Nonetheless it was suffice to say he did not appear as an immediately trustworthy looking character.


"Perhaps you might speak of the clan you seek. Your movement is blocked but mine is free. You do seek them, correct?" Although his understanding of the language was remarkably good for how little time he's had to learn it there was still something left to be desired when it came to getting his point across clearly. Though he'd much rather be reading ancient writings scrawled upon forgotten temples speaking was without a doubt necessary. He just needed to master the vast differences between his people's method of communication and the outlander's methods.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten
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#, as written by Nulix
The Wetlander Traitor stared at Aisha, wide-eyed at her proposition, and the hand she now offered him. But instead, of taking it, he slapped it - like some sort of high-five, before approaching the bars and standing over her. "In the Wetlands we don't... have your legends, we don't have the Change or whatever. I didn't even know much about it... until..." He swallowed, glancing up at Aisha - looking her in the eyes. "Until I found out it was real."

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

***

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir
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The kid wasn't lying after all, Uluru soon discovered after the state of this grew all the more stranger much too quickly. Wetlanders. In a giant contraption, that without a doubt must've been the aforementioned airship. Decked in uniforms that Uluru had never before witnessed, the Wetlander seemed to be in search of that Skullivan character, who they claimed was a violent criminal. "That is a lot of gold..." Uluru whistled, eyeing the chest of riches. Coin may be a thing only fit for fairy tales, but gold was all too real.

But, if Skullivan knew about the Change...so did these Wetlanders, who he trusted even less. If the Skull's story really did check out, then the Naima Nomads may be in danger as well. "Guess my brief stay in Dol-Duna just got a whole lot shorter..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Wetlanders!" Uluru called out. "I'll have your traitor, but you better make sure I'll have you keep your end of the deal!" He shouted, pointing to the treasure chest. "That golddamn gold!"

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten
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#, as written by Nulix
The Wetland leader turned to Uluru - who had stepped forward from the crowd. "Sorry, who are you?" The leader questioned, glancing back at his soldiers. "Who is he?" The leader glanced at Uluru again before smiling. "You want the gold, cowboy, it's yours - for the man." The leader glanced up over the market, as several armoured characters in the crowd had pulled out their weapons and descended into shop entrances and side-streets - warriors and mercenaries attending the festival, obviously also on the hunt for Skullivan and the reward of gold. "Whoever brings him to us gets the prize. And we let your bizarre bazaar continue on."

The leader turned to Uluru before shooing him away with his pistol. "Go on. Fetch."

***

"Oh yeah, thanks," The soldier said, grabbing Rusten's drink and smashing it into the ground before kicking his table over, causing Xaverius and the other's he spoke to to raise. "WETLAND TRAITOR. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?" The soldier yelled at Rusten as his comrades searched the bar. The barkeeper cried in the corner over his expensive drinks.

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Musa had returned to her tent a long time ago. Specifically after uselessly pondering why the girl would choose to speak up in front of a crowd and then run off crying when people expressed their opinions on the subject at hand.

Well at the moment the ground started to shake and the air began to hum, she was yet again, in the middle of a trade. But when things started to topple and she shook herself of her apprehension, she had jumped up and ordered her party to protect anything of high value. She then grabbed her staff and went out to the edge of her tent to watch events unfold.

At the end of it all she concluded that she would never again come to the Dol-Duna Summer Bizarre. Or maybe she would. There was the familiar tickle of excitement in her limbs although her face told that she was deep in thought. Turning her ear to the shouts at the bar, she slid her feet back and forth in the sand while flexing her grip on her staff. "It is settled. I will help this Wetlander." She points her toes to the Bar and starts off at a light skip while sliding her staff into its hold on her back. "But only because turning him in would be too short of an adventure." She huffed.

Peeking in, her golden eyes stood out between the bodies of the black garbed men, as she took in the scene. After two minutes, she scrunched up her nose again before running off on her search.

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Musa lifted more stew into her mouth, her body humming with the warmth and flavor. Bizarre food was always delicious, although nothing could beat the spicy meals from Trenn. Still, it was satisfying her belly immensely.

She was seated on a bench that formed a circle with itself, a stone pillar at its center. She sat with her legs crossed at the ankle and her staff lying by her side. Her position was in a center street, with many other streets branching off of it. When her search had proved aimless, she had began to hunt for a street like the one she was in. And when she found it, she set up a sound alarm in the middle of each street that branched off of her position. She set these alarms so that she could hear someone entering the street, and then she would check to see who they were exactly.

The plan seemed a good one, especially since a vast majority of the Bizarre goers had resigned themselves to their stalls or homes. She would find this Wetlander. If not him, then she would find someone who could. "I'm sure one of the people from that odd group went in search of him aswell.." She mumbled while chewing on a dumpling filled with some new type of meat.

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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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Musa blinked. They were only steps away from the alarm. She picked up her staff as she stood. Giving herself a healthy stretch first, she then cracked her neck while tossing her empty bowl into a nearby bin. Luckily I was facing this way. The female.them bounced on her toes and stretched her toes before docking her Stagg and taking off after her prey. The gold was of no concern for her. What peaked her interest was the interest that the Wetlander himself posed.

Soon Musa came upon the scene in the alley. She quietly slid to a stop and watched everything unfold. Locking eyes with the man who had a giant.. butterfly thing? She slowly pulls out her staff and looks at the one who had his back to her.

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"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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"Not really," Jake said, still grinning. "You see, I really have need of that money." He shook his head at Skullivan's rant, as he dumped the man to the side and tied his hands with a rope pulled from a pocket.

"So, we can do this two ways," Jake said, placing his hands on his belt and stepping forward over Skullivan. "The easy way. Or the hard way."

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Uluru sighed and drew out his sword. Without another word he took a step back and took a fighting stance, holding the sword in his right hand while his left stayed balled into a fist...until it opened up and released a small red crystal, which shattered and immediately began to emit a billow of smoke.

"Unless you two can hold your own, you'd better scatter now!" Uluru shouted, pushing Thessir and Skullivan away from the smoke, as he leapt atop Yanyan. Uluru glanced back at the oddly dressed woman who Skullivan had alluded to earlier. He was going to take a risk and trust that she would and could help and if not....well, it wouldn't be the first mistake he's made in the Qafar. He nodded briefly to her, hoping she would catch on and returned his attention to what appeared to be a cowboy-ninja.