0
followers
follow

Skullivan

The Wetland Traitor himself

0 · 990 views · located in The Snapa-verse

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

Description

"MY HEART IS SO HURT I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND."

ImageName: The Wetland Traitor Skullivan
Sex: Male
Age: 28

Physical Description: Skullivan is a lanky man – wide-frame making him look deceptively less thin than he is. He has wavy brown hairs, a thick brow, and intense green eyes, though his face is shrouded in the mystery of the sinister Wetland Traitor.
Clothing: Skullivan is currently wearing the tattered black uniform of the Wetlanders.
Height: 183cm / 6’ft 0”in
Weight: 74kg / 163lbs
Skin Colour: Olive
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green

Occupation: Traitor
History/Bio: Not much is known about Skullivan’s early life. He was born within the heart of the Wetlander Empire, and was raised like most other’s in his city – though his lineage was not. His father, apparently, came not from the Wetland’s, but from a clan in the strange desert to their east: the Qafar.

He grew up well, though his passion and extreme nature often got him into trouble, and though the connecting dots are not yet clear Skullivan found himself on the crew of the Leviathan Airship being sent on a secret mission in the desert. A mission, that thanks to Skullivan, has almost instantly gone wrong.

Home Town: Trecknard, The Wetlands.
Native Clan: None.

Personality: A socially awkward, deeply passionate, frantic man who wears his heart on his sleeve. Skullivan places his often deeply confused emotion above all else.
Fears and Desires: Skullivan hates authority, listening to others, or staying still and being stuck in one place, desiring power over his world, freedom and success in where his heart takes him.

Equipment and Weapons: Skullivan has nothing.
Styles and Abilities: Skullivan is nothing.

So begins...

Skullivan's Story

Setting

Characters Present

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

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
Far from the centre of Dol-Duna where the chaos of the summer bazaar the Traitor ran toward the walls, and the west entrance of the village - almost completely abandoned save for a few stalls and a guard stationed lazily. The west entrance was the least protected of the village, mainly because there was nothing to the west - just sand, death, and eventually the Wetlands.

Traitor smiled in disbelief as his sandy body limped toward the entrance. The village guard rose an eyebrow, casually tripping the Traitor as he walked.

"Hold it," The guard said, pointing a roughly made spear at the Traitor's face. "Entering Dol-Duna from the west?"

Traitor stared up. "That's a normal... place to enter Dol-Duna." He began, instantly defensive and pushing the guard's boot off him. "What's it to you?"

The guard rose an eyebrow before backing off. "Nothing, nothing - everyone's welcome to the summer bazaar."

The guard watched as the Traitor rose. "Just one thing - your name?"

The Wetland Traitor - dirty, sandy, covered in bruises and blood, glared blankly at him. "Skullivan," He began. "My name's Skullivan." With that the Traitor walked passed the guard into a village side-street, passing by a caravan with an eagle's skull hanging off it.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
Uncle Andle smiled at Rusten and gave a nod. "Well I've gotta go back to business - summer bazaar don't last forever." He glanced over at Boh. "And you young lady have more errands to run... while everyone's enjoyin' the festival we still got salvage to run, crystals to trade - hopin' to make our travels safer with a magnet rifle or something of the like."

Suddenly a massive smash was heard, screaming accompanying it. Past the centre row of stalls on the other side of the main-street a man in scraggily black clothing was breaking wares, yelling as a trio of guards surrounded him. "Of course, more trouble - always seems to happen when you bring the clans together," Andle sighed as they watched the scene through the stalls.

The man, brown-haired, bloodied, and very sandy, backed away from the approaching guards. "Don't come here!" He yelled, grabbing a vase off a stand and pelting it at the guard's feet. "I will PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE, alright? Don't come here! I swear, I will, this is PROLOGUE: RAGE." The traveller had crazy green eyes, and his voice was deep and rumbling - though not at all collected. "Leave me alone!"

"We recognize your uniform, that insignia on your boots," One of the three guards said. "Wetlander."

The brown-haired man responded by grabbing an apple and throwing it in the guard's face before attempting to run through the stalls "I'm looking for the Naima Nomads! I'M LOOKING FOR THE NOMAD CLA-" A trader was quick to respond to his yelling, punching him in the nose. The Wetlander let out a scream as suddenly a guard's chain flung forward and wrapped itself around his neck, yanking him back onto the ground. The guards began to pull the chain back, dragging the man through the sandy streets toward them as the crowds watched.

"Wetlander?" Andle frowned. The clans did not know much about the Wetlands - other than they had a lot of water, and the Qafar didn't. That alone was reason to hate them.

"It's alright, citizens," One of the three Dol-Duna guards said, wiping the dirt off on his bone-armour and raising his hands to the crowd. "This Wetlander is of no threat. Dol-Duna is safe!"

The crowd surrounding the scene spoke among themselves, many booing and calling out. "Ow, I HATE YOU!" The man screamed, the guards pulling him up and shackling his hands. Some members the crowd began to throw rotten fruit at his form.

Andle rose an eyebrow. "Don't be going near that crowd, Boh," He muttered wearily. "I have a bad feeling."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Zalgo
Thessir observed the break in the necklace, leaning in close to look it over with a careful eye. As he suspected the break happened in the cord between the clasp and the gold segment. This was an extremely easy fix to make. All he needed was a place to sit undisturbed.

He was leery of the beast the horned man had called a stag as he was with all creatures. Ungulates all unnerved him as he was most unused to being around them. Simply the way they moved and looked about was utterly strange to him. Needless to say he kept some distance from the creature and seemed visibly uncomfortable whenever it was close to him.


As the woman began listing off means of payment he listened, following the items she mentioned. Of all the items mentioned the Old World nuts were what caught his interest the most, a fact made evident from the moment his eyes locked with it. Were he to get his hands on those he would have a lot of time to spend drawing them out and writing down everything he could about them. Anything from the Old World was of great interest as unlike the other clans his people had no access to the technology of old. They had to develop their own technology and in that regard they did quite well for themselves.

As for the necklace he wanted the bracer but on the other hand he couldn't justify taking such a valuable item of hers for such a simple fix. It was difficult fighting the urge to relieve her of her valuable bracelet but he was not amoral enough to let greed of knowledge overcome his ethical standing as an alchemist.


"Old World nut bracelet is tempting. The necklace is an easy fix however. It should be done in few greater marks. I'll ask no exchange for it's repair. I'll only accept bracelet as gift if you are of choosing to give."

What was said is said, little going back on that now. He looked around, already setting the matter of fixing her necklace to mind, for a place he could work in both relative darkness and peace. His train of thought was interrupted however when a young man was caught fighting with the guards, causing a scene in the process. As if there wasn't enough trouble with the red lizard monsters earlier it seemed. The guards all called the man something odd, a wetlander. He had never heard of any such people in his travels.


While the guards held the man in shackles whilst people threw rotten produce at him Thessir was contemplating returning his mind back to the business at hand. There was also however the pull of curiosity. He had little idea of what the wetlands even were, let alone who this person was. It seemed rather unnecessary of people to harass the man even despite his antics. The whole ordeal only made him more curious as to just who this young foreigner was. He could only imagine he had a story to tell given his state.

"I wonder, just who could that be?..." He spoke, mostly talking to himself. He left the question to hang there just in case somebody might have an answer.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

"Eh, feed them regularly enough and they can be handy for menial tasks," Uluru shrugged as yet another commotion began to unfold in the bazaar, the continued increasing frequency of which made Uluru start to think that this sort of thing was commonplace within Dol-Duna.

"A wetlander, huh?" Uluru muttered. "Not quite what I expected from what I'd heard..." he noted as the crowd began to gather and throw produce at the foreigner. Uluru shook his head. Not the most rational reaction, considering what little people knew of the Wetlands or this Wetlander in particular. Though from his words, he seemed to know a bit about Dol-Duna...and the Naima Nomad Clan in particular.

"Strange turn of events," Uluru spoke aloud to the others gathered nearby. "You never hear much tale of Wetlanders screaming their bloody lungs out in the Sea of Sand."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

Tetra laughed lightly as Trynn once again let out a smug bleat. "Yeah... They probably remember the last group of Salamands we ran across. Nasty things," She scowled before calling the rest of the herd towards her. Luckily, they weren't injured too bad, just some superficial scratches that wouldn't cause any problems. Except for their looks, but Tetra wasn't about to get huffy about having goats without blemish. As long as they were healthy and happy, they were good enough for her.

She smiled in greeting as a man who introduced himself as Uncle Andle approached. At the suggestion of compensation, however, Tetra quickly shook her head. "Oh no, it's fine. None of them were hurt too badly. They should be fine in a week or two."

Since most of the Salamands seemed to have either run off or been subdued, Tetra relaxed significantly and continued to calm the goats. They were still a little riled up after fighting, but nothing that a little hugging wouldn't solve. That is, whenever Tetra actually had enough time to hug and comfort all of them. People began to slowly converge where they were standing, so she managed to push all her goats behind her except Trynn, who insisted on standing directly next to her. He stomped his hooves at anyone who came to close, but made no move to attack. Yet. Tetra realized that a small group had amassed and decided an introduction was in order.

"I'm Tetra, by the way. Tetra Malgore. I've come to the bazaar for ten years now, selling my extra goats. But some of them," here she glared mockingly at Trynn, "refuse to leave. So then I'm stuck with them for the rest of my days."

She was distracted when the Wetlander came crashing in and began screaming about the Naima clan. But before anything else could happen, the guards had already "handled" the problem by attacking the man. Tetra winced as people began to jeer and throw rotten fruit. That seemed a little harsh.

"I don't think most Wetlanders would ever lower themselves to leave their city, let alone come all the way out here," Tetra murmured in answer to another man's statement.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

"What's a Wetlander want with the Naima, do you reckon?" Boh glanced up at Andle, wincing at the bright sun in the distance, "He seems to be in an awful state of panic."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

"No exchange?" Aisha tilted her head slightly, but then she broke into a smile. "Oh, how charitable, such is a virtue. I'm glad this year has brought so many virtuous people together... I'm sure you'd have use out of a bracelet anyway." Aisha nodded and watched as he left, but as he did, a couple thoughts came to Aisha's mind. Upon a sudden realization, Aisha called out, "Wait! Wait a moment, sir!" Aisha began to trail the man with her necklace, regardless of what Sören did.

Aisha had managed to catch up with him, but a scene had been breaking out that stopped the both of them in their tracks. Aisha watched it all play out, the lanky screaming out before being subdued. She hadn't quite caught everything that was being yelled out, but, it appeared the man was a Wetlander. From her teachings, she understood that her kin had mixed feelings about those foreign people. Indeed, they were particularly unliked by clanfolk, mainly for how they withheld their boundless supply of waters with their war machines. Although dispelling jealously was one of her Creed's values, so was dispelling greed. Sure, her teachings taught her that all clans should and will eventually come together to cooperate and invoke the golden era, but, there was much debate as to whether the Wetland folk were exempt from the Creed's principles, for they did not share the same plight as the Clans. How could the principles of the Creed possibly apply to those who live without suffering yet without virtue? Even if Wetlanders were human beings, could they be considered equals?

Aisha would have to ask her higher-ups another time. For now, she still had something to take care of. She approached the man of whom she was tracking and called out to him. "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." And so she was sure that he wasn't just going to run off with her expensive golden bracelet, but it wasn't like Aisha was going to say that.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
The guards continued to escort Skullivan down the street, doing their best to navigate the booing crowd. "Wait! That's mine!" Skullivan called, grabbing furiously for an item that had fallen in the chaos. But the crowd drowned him out.

In the centre of the market-place a small, golden-idol lay - a woman, perhaps a curvy man, it was not quite clear - carvings of letters etched up it's body.

"Don't know that I want to know," Andle sighed, glancing down at Boh. "Gonna be striking up a deal with the Rodagons," He said, politely nodding and exiting himself from the conversation. "See ya' soon, Bohdana." Andle began to walk away, into the chaos of the marketplace.

At the end of the main-street the guard's reached a large cage, ribs of wood, situated at the end of the bazaar and next to the town's only guard-house. The cage was the closet thing Dol-Duna had to a jail, and even then it only really came into use during the Summer Festival. One thief was already inside, a woman who laughed as they dragged Skullivan toward it.

"Okay, okay, this is unnecessary and I need my idol so if you could-" Skullivan began before being pushed into the cage. The guard's locked the opening behind them. "The clan will decide what to do with you, Wetlander," A guard whispered ominously before he and his companions walked away, back out into the market.

"No, NO! STOP!" Skullivan began to scream, grabbing the bars of the cage and beginning to shake it violently - putting his entire body force into it like an ape. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S COMING."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

Wetlander dragged off and Uncle Andle heading off, Ka slowly made her way back to the stall. It was mostly intact and the owner had made sure only a small portion of his fruit had made its way into a mobster's hands. Otherwise, it looked like business as usual.

"Owner Davikal, do you need a lot of help here?" Ka'Wa asked, seeing that the other helper had returned. Davikal raised an eyebrow, looked at the crowd that had begun to disperse, and back at Ka's worried face. He pursed his lips and knitted his eyebrows together.

"Ka'Wa, I understand your concern being how you are but that is a Wetlander. I'm sure the authorities will do as they will," he said sternly and watched as her hopeful gaze lowered to the burlap bag in her hands. He stared at the bag and looked back up at Ka's slumped shoulders. His gaze traveled upwards as the movement of her slow nods made him look. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Slowly, he added, "But it looks there you have a reward to collect. Take the rest of the day off. You'll probably get enough to cover the shift."

Ka looked up immediately and beamed at him.

"Thank you owner. Anything extra I get, I'll hand over to you," she said before rushing off through the remains of the crowd. She knew the general direction the guards had gone and some boos and hisses led her on. Her eyes were looking upwards, never down, as she made her way to where the Wetlander had been taken. "Excuse me," and "Thank you" being heard from her lips every other step.

Panicked screams and shaking bars led her to her target and Ka'Wa stopped at a distance.

"Hey!" Ka shouted, her voice softening as though she was afraid she had been too loud. "What's wrong? What's coming?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"NA-NO! OPEN! THIS! CAGE!" The Wetland Traitor screamed, his lanky body now stretched out over the side of the cage. His feet had dug into the wood and his hands gripped the top bars, his body flinging forward and back - shaking the entirety of the cage with it. Suddenly a voice called out from the crowd. The Traitor's feet let go and he hung down from the bars, his body stretching to the ground. "Get away from me, I'll rip your eyes out. That's what we do," He hissed, though he seemed a bit too defensive to be serious. The man stared at the woman as she approached. Dry skin, dark hair - a typical Qafarian. Not far off from himself.

"Listen, you don't have to worry what's coming - but it's extremely bad," He asserted, his voice deep. He rose an eyebrow, glancing above the crowd for a moment before leaning into the wooden bars of his cage. "A Wetlander Airship is after me," He whispered - as if expecting anyone not from the Wetland's to understand what that meant.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

Ka'Wa took a step back, uncertain if she had made the right move. At least he wasn't screaming anymore but his threat had sure made her regret her decision. Still, she didn't leave. It would have been awkward.

She frowned at the man's words and asked, "What's after you? Why are they after you? Look, I want to help you but if you really did do something bad, then I'm not going to do it."

Ka nearly rolled her eyes. She always said unnecessary things. He's probably going to lie to me now, she thought with some distaste, her concerned look now looking forced as she tried not to stare at the prisoner too long. I should have let someone else handle this but nooooo. I wanted to help the poor man. Stupid.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
The Traitor stared at her, his green-eyes shooting out into the darkness. "You think I'm a bad man?" He questioned, his eyes squinting. "The Leviathan Airship was on a mission from the Wetlands, we're looking for the Naima Clan." The Traitor grabbed his tattered pocket and turned it inside out. "I had an Idol and now it's gone and I actually need it."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

"Oh, uh, do you know where it went?" Ka'Wa asked with a frown. "And I don't think you're a bad person! I just, I asked if you were! I mean it was a dumb question admittedly but hey, I mean, can't be too careful right?"

Ka paused and thought about it for a second, "And I think I heard something about that clan? I could be confusing it, I don't know."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"Well I actually need it to do what I have to do, I have to get it to the Nomad clan right now. They got the closest to actually finding it..." The Traitor angrily cursed under his breath. "I took it from my ship, that ship is chasing me down, and if I don't get it to the Naima Nomads right now they will come and your village will actually be destroyed." The Wetland Traitor opened his eyes wide for emphasis. "It will ACTUALLY be destroyed," He repeated.

The man sighed, heavily, leaning forward and resting his forehead against the bars. He stared at Ka'Wa, debating how much he should say. He was already a traitor, and he had to get out of this cage - secrecy didn't serve him well now. "You're from the desert, you care about the Change, right? Then get me out of here." He said, a quietness coming into his voice. "Because... the Change is real... and we have proof that the Change is real... and we have a map showing us that the Change is real... and you don't want the Leviathan to find it." Skullivan swallowed. "Because then your entire desert won't stand a chance."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

Ka'Wa stared at the man in the cage, uncertainty in her heart. Little time had passed and even if his words were true, why would this man be the one who knew of it all?

"How?" she asked, looking uncertain, wary. "How am I supposed to get you out? Would you be willing to wait until I get my armor? And if I do, will you tell me more about the Change?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"Couldn't hurt, right?!" Skullivan exclaimed, raising his arms high and backing away - and not actually answering the question. "You want to get me out? Why not ask your friends there," Skullivan nodded down the left lane of the grand-bazaar, where many of the assembled characters from earlier were still talking. "Yeah? Yeah? Before the pigs got me I saw you guys chatting away. I need you to get my idol back, it's small, golden - has a bunch of writing on it, I need you to help me find the Naima, and then I need you to get me out of here - quickly, because the airship is coming." Skullivan reached out and pointed up, to a mountainous dune stretching west over the village wall. "Right there. Over that hill." Skullivan swallowed, staring back at Ka'Wa. "...And my name's Skullivan." He added.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

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!"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Jaek
Dustin had already released the remaining Salamand with haste. The sun scorched enough already, he didn't need burns from the writhing bastard. With that handled, he was about to get acquainted with the rather odd assortment of characters in this particular spot of the Bazaar, however another commotion occurred just several strides away.

The Atzerii stared in confused and curious silence along with the others as the scene unfolded and they found out the man was a Wetlander. A Wetlander? This far east? What could that waterdog possibly want? Though a bit extreme, the crowd began to throw items at the stranger as if on cue until he was dragged away.

Figuring the situation has resolved itself, once again he was about to get acquainted until a girl whom he saw go over to the cage called over to them and said something about his innocence and releasing him. Dustin frowned.

"I'm not quite certain that's wise," he commented, folding his arms. The Atzerii easily stood just above six feet, providing him with a slight vantage point over the shambling crowds. Though it wasn't even close to that one fellow with... horns it looked like, he had seen other speaking to some overly dressed woman. "A man acts mad in the streets, resists getting locked up, then claims he's innocent? Nothing about that spells common sense."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

"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."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, 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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, 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?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
Skullivan squinted in annoyance as Sören approached. "Yes, I am the one they call the Wetlander," He muttered, mimicking the man's speech. The northman seemed to pay little notice as he continued to speak, freezing the lock and the wooden bars around it with his touch. The Wetland Traitors eyes narrowed at the act - some sort of desert technology.

Skullivan stared at the man and then at a woman in black who stood a few metres away - pink hair, dressed in Black. It reminded him of a Wetland uniform. "So the girl sent you - the lady," Skullivan said, referring to Ka'Wa, and resting his body weight on the bars and nodding at the two. "Um thank you but we don't have until nightfall." The Wetlander blinked. "I told her a Leviathan Airship is coming. Soon. An hour, less. And me?" He jabbed himself in the chest with a finger. "I need to be out of this town, with my golden idol, and with the Naima Clan."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Skullivan

0.00 INK

"I don't know any members of the Naima clan, or anything about a golden idol. Nor do I know what lady you speak of. If you wish to find these things be my guest, I have done what I can for the time being. If you are in such a hurry to be out of this village by nightfall then I suggest you hurry." Sören did not like being mocked. Maybe he should have left the man in the cell, but what had been done was done.

Turning, he nearly runs into the woman with the pink hair before he takes a step to the side to start walking around her. "I am tired of this place already. I think a strong drink is in order, or as strong as this sandy place can muster up." Sören says as he walks past the woman. She intrigues him. Although he knew she had been following him, he could not hear her movements. Had she darker intentions he would mostly likely be pulling a dagger from his side...again.

Continuing on, Sören heads to the first tavern he sees. Upon entering he spots one of the men from before, who had been involved with the trouble caused by the red creatures he thought. Sören gives the man a nod of respect for whatever efforts he may have put forth before going up to the bar.

"Can I get you something?" the bartender asks as he walks over to Sören, only able to look the northman in the eye without having to look up once he has taken a seat.

"A mug of your strongest spirits, please." Sören says as he reaches into his cloak, into a pouch hanging from his belt, and takes out a taqa crystal. He places it on the bar and the man nods, jerking his hand away when he goes to touch the crystal. After hesitating a moment he takes it as payment and goes to pour the drink. In the meantime Sören pulls the hood of his cloak back carefully, revealing his dark hair and bright eyes. Reaching up, he takes his iron helm off and sets it before him on the counter just as the bartender returns with his drink. "My thanks."