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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Electrometer? Intact. Electric pulser? Intact. Prismatic emissions reader? Intact. Carbon tipped drill? Intact. Stirring rod? ...

As he gave his inventory a quick look over since he had most of the night to himself and little to do with it he was glad to see most of his belongings were not devastated by the falling he did. As far as he searched everything seemed to be in check save the absence of one of his stirring rods which he used for the beakers with narrower openings. As he wasn't quite in his clearest frame of thought his first of reaction wasn't to further investigate the lower portions of his bag but instead he wandered away from his equipment and stepped outside his tent to search the sands where he figured he might of lost it.

The world was somewhat twisting causing him to cant his stance rather askew. This made balance difficult as he teetered haphazardly through the camp towards his destination. One arm was out to serve as a counterbalance to his awkward posture while the other kept his pipe safely in place. Even after he coughed a bit from a particularly large huff of smoke hit his lungs he wore a loopy smile which seemed a slight bit crooked on his odd white face, a face so white it made the bleached dry bone mask atop the girl's head look tarnished by comparison.


Speaking of the girl clad in the bone mask his foot suddenly caught on something soft and low to the ground and he fell forward into the sand below. He was less worried about sticking his landing as he was about keeping his pipe level so the weed wouldn't spill into the sand. As it was he succeeded in keeping his pipe aligned with the sand and upright. The rest of him had fallen flat, a short billow of sand rushing out from his rough landing, the third one since last sunrise. The pain wasn't all too strong though, his senses weren't at their sharpest.

He pushed himself to his knees, sitting up and brushing the sand from his face. Before continuing on with shaking himself loose of sand he turned his body to see what it was he had tripped over. It was not a stray root nor rock nor even a tall gathering of sand, no indeed. It was a girl, her skin brown yet not in the same manner as those who called the sea of sand home and clad in thin leather with a beast's skull set atop her crown. He might of recalled seeing her face earlier but at this point the events of Dol-Duna were vague in his memory. Faces and events blurred together into a mess of things that happened. To determine anything that happened in specific detail would be nearly impossible right then. The most he could make of it was that wetlanders showed up and then a bunch of strangers messed things up.


From all appearances she appeared quite incapacitated. His sight was keen in the darkness of the night, even with the glaze of herb use cast over his mental faculties he was able to discern that she seemed quite unwell. Her skin around the face was lighter as one who was sick might be, the traces of bile from her lips and over in the pool he had luckily avoided landing in certainly sold an appearance of some illness. His mind tried to piece together an idea as to what her affliction might of been.

Illness?... Injury? Perhaps a poison? He went down the list of ailments in the hopes of identifying her particular problem. Against the better medical judgement of a sober self he bent down and hoisted the woman onto one shoulder, shifting it around until he believed her position to be the one with the least discomfort to her. Rising to his feet with her weight upon his back and shoulder was of little trouble for him. Her weight was not significantly heavy enough to cause issue and he was quite used to carrying a weight upon his back, often for great distances.


He brought her back over near his tent. He laid her form to rest atop the sand beside his tent, still wise enough to keep her head to a side so she didn't swallow her own tongue or drown in vomit should she fail to awake in time. This was a temporary arrangement he planned to remedy as he went inside his tent and brought out the extra sheet from his backpack. As he unfurled it however he discovered something else had broken in his fall from earlier: A weak acid which served as an element in some of his recipes. The acid while not strong enough to burn a hole through his backpack had eaten a certain amount of the threading on these sheets he held leaving the whole cloth ratty and barren. It was hardly a sufficient cover for a night of sleep.

Alas his more caring side prevailed over sheer pragmatism. He took the acid eaten cloth out from his tent and in turn brought the unconscious form of the girl inside. Taking care to leave her on her side for her own safety he set her in sheets for comfort's sake before taking to collecting up what few possessions of his he had unpacked thus far and placing them back into his backpack. He took it all outside and set it out with the thread bare cloth. That was where he was going to spend the night.


His rational though thoughtful was also somewhat bent towards practicality. If the woman woke from her condition before sunrise he'd be able to reclaim his tent for the purpose of sleep. For now though he sat atop his tattered spare sheet of bedding, his back rested against his backpack like before, and pondered on what might help her recover while he took another drag on his pipe. If it weren't for his high the whole ordeal might of put a bigger dent in his enjoyment of the night. As it was he was quite content on puzzling out this medical mystery as though it were a particularly well endowed riddle.

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

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

Skullivan sighed, kicking sand.

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Musa's dreams were blank but filled with explosions and sharp gunfire. And it was cold, very cold. She winced in her sleep but otherwise stayed in the position that Thessir placed her in.

After 2 hours the female grumbled and slowly sat up, her eyes still closed. Stretching her arms forward she ran her hands over the blanket that had tumbled from her shoulders and was now covering her legs and bunched up at her waist. "Hrrmm.. What is this..?" She asked softly, her voice cracking from the acid that had stripped her throat when she vomitted. Her eyes cracked open halfway and she looked around at her surroundings. Her animal skull had fallen off of her head and was lying on its side behind her. In its vacancy her short black hair was revealed with its long twin braids trailing down the front of her. Reaching her hand up she looked around, while rubbing one eye until her untouched eye found the pale clothing of Thessir. She didn't know if he was sleeping or not so she turned onto her hands and knees and crawled closer to him until she could look down at his face. "Are you asleep?" She asked softly, her eyes like setting suns.

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#, as written by WilPen
Whisper stumbled over a sand dune. Though she had jumped out of the airship quickly after Dustin, she hadn't landed anywhere near anyone else. She'd passed out from fear on the way down and had to dig her way out of the sand that had been blown on top of her by the harsh winds. Clawing her way out, she gasped for air.

Following the pillar of smoke, she stumbled into the camp with a giant sand rat on each arm. She'd lost a dagger in one of them, but figured she could eat them and find it at the same time. Spotting Sƶren off to the side, she struggled over to him past Rusten and a girl digging a hole. "Hey, watch out for the rodents out there. They don't like to play."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#, as written by Zalgo
Deep in thought as well as a haze of herbal delerium he stared up at the stars, thoughts drifting without any real order. The night was quite young, he pondered just what he was going to do now.

Destination? Speed of vessel unknown variable. Dol Duna = South East. Info on Change = Potentially Old City. Wetlander = Unreliable. No solution for info on change minus wetlander at current time. Current time unknown. Moon = forty five degree angle, approximately. Time to plan > remaining greater marks of night.

This was of course a translation of his thoughts which were of course spoken in his original language. If they were to be heard it would mostly sound like a vaguely insectoid series of clicks, hisses and tapping sounds. The language of the Downders were quite different from Qafarian dialect, that much was not subject to debate.


"Are you asleep?"

He lazily looked up into her interestingly golden eyes, slowly blinking as his mind processed the rather sudden interruption of his thoughts.

"Oh."

Her being awake suddenly registered back into his mind, reminding him of why he was outside the tent, sitting on a damaged blanket against his backpack. "Ah. You are wake. Good! Good."

circumnavigating the woman who was looming directly over him as he slowly stood up he brushed off his coat which he was still wearing as it added an extra layer of heat yet was very smooth and comfortable for him. With a deep breath he exhaled a cloud of smoke, away from her face of course as he didn't want to be rude. He looked closely at her face, checking for signs of discoloration and abnormality.


"Are you feeling as you are normal? Any part still hurt?" He asked, probing partly out of concern but for the most part out of curiosity in regards to her condition. Healthy people didn't ordinarily pass out in the sand so he was curious as to what ailed her.

He cast his eyes downward, examining her body for signs of injury. He figured he might be able to spot an entry wound of some form which might explain her prior status. While it might of been easy to misconstrue his gaze for lechery he was by no means ogling her body for that purpose. That frame of thought was well buried under his scientific curiosity, a different sort of lust.


Without much warning he brought forward his hand, holding it very close near the side of her neck. He had two fingers held out while the rest of the hand was closed. "Will you grant me permission to touch the jugular? I promise no harm will come as a result of the action. It should also not be of discomfort."

He spoke in between the occasional puff on his pipe. His manner of speaking was quite off but his tone was far from sinister. His intent was to measure her heart rate by monitoring the pulses in her jugular artery. That way he could look for an irregular rhythm to her heartbeat just in case her bout of unconsciousness was a result of heart failure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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