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Uluru

The slayer of beasts on the hunt for and an even greater quarry...

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

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"To survive in these lands, you do what you have to"

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Name: Uluru
Sex: Male
Age: 39

Physical Description: A dark skinned man with tall stature and an alert demeanor, Uluru is fairly well built, clearly one who has traversed a good deal of the Sea of Sand's dangerous sands before. A prematurely graying ponytail of dreadlocks and a worn expression on his face oftentimes makes him seem older than he actually is. He has a shave beard, with cuts around his chin that suggest, he often does the shaving himself, and not without mishap.
Clothing: White and blue scale-like material acts as body armor for Uluru. On his hands he sports thicker armored white gloves with jagged black circuitry acting as stripes and odd indentures on the back, meant to be used to fit crystals into He sports a brown cloak to shield him from sandstorms and other temperamental weather phenomenons of the Sea of Sand. A mask, resembling a welding mask hangs from his neck. When the weather gets especially rough he puts it on for extra protection. A blue sash is tied around his waist, holstering a variety of weapons and gadgets on his person.
Height: 6'3
Weight: 243
Skin Colour: Dark brown
Hair Colour: Black and gray
Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Monster Slayer
History/Bio: A man who has traversed the Sea of Sand for quite some time, occasionally traveling alone and occasionally alongside caravans, Uluru has found a living for himself by making the use of the unique skills he acquired during his tenure at the university. Skills of survival and how to fend off the various creatures that roam the desert and prey on the unsuspecting. There was good trade to be had in the pelts, eyes, horns, and other various body parts of these monsters, as well as many a grateful settlement willing to pay handsomely in food and drink in return for their continued well being. Caravans often hired him as a bodyguard in order for him for that very same reason and he gladly accepted.

And while the food and drink was more than welcome, Uluru did not choose to leave the safety of the university for no particular reason...he was searching for something. Someone perhaps. Why else would he leave a haven so safe? Normally a talkative sort if one gets him going, although one would not guess that from looking at him, any who caught him alone would see him staring into the night sky, contemplative and pensive, wondering where it all went wrong...
Home Town: The Solemn Shores- a massive sprawling settlement along the coast of the Toxic Sea,
Native Clan: The University
Population: Around 7300
Settlements: The Solemn Shores, which itself is a sizable chunk of the Toxic Sea's shoreline.
Location: The coast of the Toxic Sea
Description: From it's inception just around eighty years ago, the University has been a bastion of learning in the Sea of Sand. Though knowledge of the old world had long been lost and forgotten, a gathering a of studious minds determined that thorough knowledge of the world and it's secrets would be the key to bringing a sense of education and wonder and in a world where such virtues were often forgotten. These studious minds labored for two decades, fortifying and securing an area many had claimed inhospitable and shaping it for their own use. Now where was once an ominous dunes of sand lies a massive building in the center of a impressive array of settlements and houses, guarded by a massive stone wall that encompasses the settlement.

A thriving community dedicated to teaching survival in the sands and the importance of the procurement and study of Taqa Crystals and anything pertaining to the Old World. Though it is well known along the eastern Sea of Sand, in the west, denizens of the desert are likely not to have heard much of it other than the name and the fact that it's some sort of school.

Personality: Uluru's general demeanor and attitude aren't quite what one expects from an honored graduate of the university. He speaks frankly and can be very talkative at that, he doesn't quite hesitate to say the first thing that comes to mind, though one always gets the feeling he's holding something back. Regrets, perhaps? He tends to find the humor in odd situations, often reacting with wry amusement, possibly from a a countless amount of time spent wandering the hazardous environments. Despite being a slayer of monsters and beasts, he does not find any particular joy in killing them ,seeing it only as a job.In fact he seems to have a fondness for the creatures of the sands, enjoying discovering what little of nature can thrive in these harsh lands, including people. More than anything he's impressed by the human tenacity even in the harshest of lands.

He can be a bit belligerent around others can put his own goals ahead of others. He has a big interest in learning about the lands surrounding the Sea of Sand and their various cultures.
Fears and Desires: His fear and desire revolve around each other. He doesn't want to lose track of whatever he's searching for our in the west for he cannot or will not return home without it and of course he desires to find any clue that can bring him closer to what he seeks. Another desire of his is knowledge about the various cultures that surround the sea of sand, but our otherwise complete unknowns to the denizens of the desert.

Equipment and Weapons:Sports a incision in his gloves that, with a crystals fitted inside, causes the black lines of circuitry to glow yellow and fire out a stunning burst of bio-electricity from afar. He also wields a scimitar for close ranged fighting. his belt is lined with numerous cloth pouches. Half of which store crystals that are augmented to act as grenades with various attributes. The other half are essentially poisons made from a mishmash of rare desert vegetation and the remains of his quarry. As far as other weapons goes, he has a pair of metallic silver boomerangs made of an mineral found in several mines near the University.

Not quite equipment either but he also has a mount. Yanyan, a sand ray, a giant fish-like creature the size of a horse that levitates off of the ground, providing Uluru with transport, though it's not particularly fast. It also acts as his personal messenger, carrying the pelts of various monsters he's killed to those who wanted them dead and returning to Uluru with the bounty.
Styles and Abilities: Uluru fights tactically, often planting traps and various other tricks of his trade to hurt his prey before he's even begun fighting. When he's personally fighting, he is able to hold his own, by fighting agilely, moving striking and darting or rolling somewhere around his opponent to get at them from another angle.

So begins...

Uluru's Story

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Pack camels scurried down the streets lining Dol-Duna's market place, the air echoing with the cries of merchants, advertising the quality of their various wares. Crowds of people lined around various stalls, those promising miracle cures and luxurious jewelry proved to be some of the most popular, although the biggest lines tended to wrap around the stands that offered food and drink. A man wrapped in a weather brown cloak, Uluru, found himself in one such line, a large, strange smelling, burlap sack slung across his shoulders as the woman in front of him just completed trading a freshly harvested bundle of corn for a hot plate of steamed vegetables.

As the woman made her way out of the line, Uluru moved stepped forward, hefting the heavy sack over his shoulder with a grunt and placing it gently down the wooden stand. "What've you got for me, boy," the old merchant running the stand, gray sidebruns, sticking out of both sides of his mostly bald head, squinted at Uluru, his nose practically reeling back from the robust odor emanating from the contents in the sack.

"The husk of the antbane raiding your crops," Uluru answered, opening the sack as a reptilian head, sporting compound insect-like eyes rolled out of it, to the shock and mild disgust of the merchant. "Heard you and your wife complaining about it a few hours ago. Thought, I'd earn a little extra food if I took this thing down and brought it's hide in with my others," Uluru explained as the creature's tongue suddenly slid out of it's mouth and onto the table with a grotesque plop.

Uluru sighed heavily and quickly pushed the tongue back in the beheaded beast's mouth and looked towards the merchant, adding, "You might want to hurry and store this. The minute you kill one of these things, they release an odor pungent enough to wilt fresh bloomed desert blossoms within a three meter radius, but salt 'em and store 'em over a couple days and it should be fine."

"Hmm...would make an excellent trophy mounted on my wall, I'll speak to the taxidermist.." them merchant said, looking back up at Uluru. "How much do you want for it?"

"Well, for that..." Uluru began, reaching into the sack and pulling out a large pile of red and black striped fur. "This..." he added before pulling out what appeared to be a pair of wings belonging to a birdlike creature. "And that...I'd like two camel's humps swimming in that peas and cabbage stew," Uluru gave a wry smile.

"I know what this is..." The merchant stated as he handed the antbane's head to his daughter, who attempted to steer her nose away the smell of the beast's head as she hurriedly carried it into the storage room, but to no avail. "And I know what this is," the merchant continued, patting the red pelt. "But these..wings. Never seen a bird with wings like these before...You'll get one hump and the stew for everything else, but you can keep the wings. I don't like trying my hand at cooking strange animals," the merchant offered sternly. "Could be poisonous, look at these green colors along the sides of the feathers..."

"This is ridiculous," Uluru grumbled at the merchant's stubbornness. "They're wings, they're not poisonous, and you're a cook. What's it matter what they're from? You need me to spell it out for you?" Uluru asked, irritably. Noting the merchant didn't seem to take kindly to his words, Uluru sighed and spoke calmly, "Look...I caught this outside the city, last night. Spent two days prior tracking it down to it's nest. Went to find the head of the caravan that hired me to track the damn thing down, and guess what? Caravan was a no show when I got back. I traced their steps and it looks as soon as one of their scouts got confirmation that I'd killed the thing, their leader decided to split without paying me what she owed. So surely it can't be that difficult for you to part ways with a little extra food"

"I'm sorry to hear that and I understand your frustration, but forgive me for not trusting a stranger who insists that I cannot tell the difference between a non-poisonous animal and clearly poisonous one. If you don't like it, then you may try your luck at the bar on the other side of town," the merchant shot back.

"You can take my word on it, then," Uluru insisted. "My time at the University has taught me more than enough about what these sands have to offer."

"What's a university?" the merchant asked angrily, folding his arms and glaring at the cloaked man with immense hatred.

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Uluru sat propped against the wall of a stone hut, hungrily chowing down on his single camel's hump and vegetable stew, making special note of how it was noticeably less than the portions f the same meal given to the merchant's other patrons. Was good though and as he began watching a trio of street performers perform feats of acrobatic daring, Uluru began to wonder if this town will manage to offer him any new leads in his search or if it'd just end up being another in a long line of dead end.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull

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A tired looking man was passing through Dol-Duna's streets, lugging a cart carrying a stack of around twelve cages, each covered by a small cloth and rattling violently with the occasional puff of smoke flowing from their veiled bars. Every now and then one would catch a glimpse of slit yellow eyes peering out at the sights of Dol-Duna from their covered cages. As the man dragging the cart wiped the sweat from his brow, a cacophony of shrieks began emanating from the cages as their violent rattling began to intensify. "Please stop, you're making a scene, er..." the man paused, biting his nails as he tried to calm the temper of whatever creatures the cages were hiding.

"Look, will you behave if I feed you?" the weary man asked, to which the creatures in the cages seemed to respond with ceasing their agitated screeching. "Okay...okay," the man sighed, reaching into his belt and drawing out a small bag that was tied to his waist. He then reached into the small bag and drew out the leg of what appeared to be some kind of poultry and began to push it into the cage stacked at the top. But no sooner than when he pulled the cloth covering that cage apart, was he met with the sight of an orange wad of spittle flying straight at his eyes. The man stumbled back as he wildly wiped the orange spit from his eye. "Ugh you know I hate when you all do this!" the man mumbled as he attempted to grab a cloth from his pocket to dab the blinding substance away from his eyes.

As the man stumbled about, a small, slimy red claw reached through the bars and snatched a pair of keys from his wait. "Wait..." the man began. "Wait, what was that? What was-," he paused as three, toddler-sized red amphibians, standing up on their hind legs and screeching vilely. They had yellow, slitted eyes, and two constantly twitching red fins in place of ears. They began to use their dexterous fingers to use the keys and unlock the rest of the cages. "No, now stay put...please! I'll buy ya chicken, or, I'll-," the red amphibians all hopped out , bum rushing the sod and knocking him over into the sand-laden roads below. "Watch out! Salamands loose! Salamands loose!"

It turned out that, in a few moments time, the townsfolk wouldn't need the shuts to be rid of the nuisances...they made their presence known soon enough. Eating food, guzzling drinks and seemingly intentionally smashing anything that remotely resembled something of value. When confronted by any merchants and bodyguards who had gotten a bit brave, the beasts used their uncanny ability to heat up their skin to drive them off and continue their mischief throughout the town.

Uluru had long since finished what remained of his food, and threw his bowl in the local compost heap. He decided, having nothing better to do at the moment, to take a stroll through Dol-Duna and better familiarize himself with the town during his stay here. He looked around, hands behind his back, noting how odd it was that the merchants had begun to pack up so early and in a hurry as if protecting their wares. "What the hell has gotten them so spooked...?" Uluru wondered aloud. "Bandits, maybe?" He soon got his answer and it wasn't quite something as dangerous as a bandit, but twice as irritating. A red reptilian beast began repeatedly ramming it's head into the wooden stall of a nearby fruit stand, continuing it's stupid rampage until a bushel of fruit on the stand fell over, sending piles of oranges began to smash into it's spine.

"Salamands? Come on, Dol-Duna..." Uluru chuckled, in a resigned bemusement. Salamands were humanoids of some meager intelligence, often captured by dimwitted people to use as a source of cheap labor. Sometimes this can turn out quite well, provided they are paid for in meals, but treat them like animals...and they tended to become dangerously crafty, yet still bafflingly stupid creatures. "Judging from the screams, there's a lot of 'em too..." Uluru noted, punching into his opposite hand. "Didn't intend to work anymore today...but at least this'll give me something to do..."

The creatures began to spread all over the bazaar, assaulting anything they could get their grubby little paws on. A few had set upon a trading booth just being set up by a members of Lakuli Clan. Another approached a young girl, in an attempt to snatch the sweet treats she was currently snacking on.

Several more appeared to nearby a woman sporting a hood and a cap, while a herd of Salamands descended upon a trio of stalls, selling livestock, taking particular interest in the ducks and goats.

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When Whisper wanted to find something interesting, she definitely hadn't meant an advancing pack of Salamands to be the answer. She'd been hoping more along the lines of a nice murder or something. Overall, she just didn't want it to possibly lead to her death.

To be honest, Whisper wasn't well versed in combat with these... people? She wasn't quite sure what to call them. Her only experience with the beings was witnessing their labor. No matter how tame they usually seemed to be, their claws were waving menacingly and she wasn't taking any chances.

So, Whisper did what she did best. Run. Out numbered, there was no way she'd be able to take them on with her daggers. A quick glance around showed more of them in the area keeping nearly everyone else busy. Except one man, he was large, dark, and seemed entirely way too calm. In the true spirit of survival, she lead her pursuers right to him.

"Want to tag team?" She called over the shrieks of the crowd. Truly, it didn't matter if he didn't, the beasts were coming either way.

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Uluru glanced over his shoulder, at the pink haired woman running that ran towards him, leading a pack of salamands right to them. "Not really," he shrugged at her question, casually punting a salamand who had gotten to close into a nearby wall, knocking it out. "You can do me a favor and try not to kill too many if you can manage it, though," Uluru spoke as he drew a crystal from a pouch on his belt and placed it into an indent in his glove, which began to glow with yellow streaks. Holding his hand out a yellow blast emitted from it, shocking two onrushing salamands, who fell swiftly to the ground. "They can be dangerous but.." he trailed off as another salamand leaped upon him, inspiring him to quickly roll backwards and draw out a boomerang from his belt, tossing it at the beast's stomach. The silver projectile launched it backwards and knocked it into a nearby fruit stand.

Uluru looked over and glanced at the woman at the stand, scratching the back of his head. "I, uh...sorry about that," he apologized. "But, unless you can handle yourself, you might want to pack your stand up. These things loved to get their hands on any grub they can eat..." he stated when, as if on cue, one salamand who had sneakily dug into her fruit stand and grotesquely began to crunch on a mound of strawberries, pulp dribbling from it's continuously drooling mouth. "Kind of like that.."

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"My wares!" the stand owner screamed in rage as he swatted at the salamander, only to have his fingers chomped on. He screamed out in pain and Ka'Wa reached out for his arm without thinking and held it still even as he screeched violently in her ear. Ka frowned and pinched on the salamander's neck, the creature opening its mouth wider and letting her employer's fingers go. It wriggled in her hand and she held the squirming being out to the stranger, keeping a tight grip on it.

"How many of these are loose?" Ka'Wa asked with a frown as the owner tended to his wounds. She prayed the owner would be too preoccupied with his wounds to notice the burlap bag she was taking, intending to capture more of the salamanders heading to the stalls. "We don't have to close if we capture them, correct?"

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"Don't know how many are out here..." Uluru grunted. "Looks as if someone tried to tame them and it didn't go the way they planned. I'm gonna guess...twenty? Give or take?" He frowned, shocking another one of the beasts. "I'm don't doubt that everything'll open up again once things are taken care of, but there's good trade in bringing them in dead or alive."

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"Oh?" Ka'Wa asked, trying to keep her voice even. She shoved the salamander in the bag and stepped on another one approaching the stall, not enough to kill it however. Her weight alone made the little guy struggle to get out from underfoot. Slowly she reached down to get it, avoiding the snapping jaws as she tried to grab it by the neck too. "How much exactly?"

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

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Whisper stepped back into the fray, her freshly poisoned blades at the ready. It wasn't a lethal dose, only enough to paralyze for a short time. "Well, to be honest, I don't want to kill any of them." She said as she slipped behind the fruit stall. Killing her things wasn't her style if it could be helped.

Keeping to the wreckage of the ruined stalls and half eaten fruit, she darted out when a beast came into her sight, quick to nick a leg and retreat before the thing could retaliate. It didn't take long for the poisons to take effect. A matter of seconds really, but one could never guess what a beasts instincts would allow them to do in that short time.

With most of the creatures in the area having been rounded up, it was a better matched fight in her favor. Still, she played cautiously, respecting the will of a creature to live and have freedom. Had they not attacked her first, she would have ignored them more than likely. While everything may be her business, what the insides of a Salamand looks like is not something she wanted to know.


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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"What in the world's goin' on here?" A voice spoke as he exited the bar. The grey-haired man, having taken his drink and exited, looked out at the scene before him. The corner of the marketplace where the Salamand's had gotten loose had paused in traffic, the citizen's standing back as the creature's were taken care of - leaving in the wake of the chaos a handful of odd characters. The man frowned, spotting his niece among them, kicking one the Salamand's to the ground.

"Boh!" The man, Uncle Andle called, stepping out of the bar entrance and toward the cleared out area of the Salamand attack. "You alright there?" He stepped forward, eyeballing the central figure's in the Salamand attack. A dark-skinned man, a woman with pink-hair, and a fruit vendor, trying to explain the chaos to a stall-owner apparently. In the distance a scantily clad woman with a bull's-skull on her head was wrangling the remain Salamand's. In a corner was a damaged pen, a woman taking care of an injured goat and a dancer helping her.

"Blasted thing's," Andle hissed, stepping on a Salamand crawling by his feet and smashing the life out of his lungs with his boot. "Is everyone alright?" He called out over the square, raising a hand to the strange cast of character's present. "My name's Uncle Andle, I'm here to help."

***

Sand. Sand everywhere.

"Search for the Change, go into the desert, easy they said- EASY," The man screamed, kicking his foot into a dune - only to get his foot stuck - sending him flying back down, ripping his leg unnaturally back as it did. He hit the edge of the dune, staring up into the blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. He breathed, exhaustedly - his once pristine black uniform in tatters, his boots ripped apart and filled with sand, and his wounds burning in the heat. This man was the Wetlands Traitor. And he began to cry.

He lay there, his foot still stuck in the side of the dune as he did - sand gently gliding over his body with the wind. He couldn't hear the sound of the Leviathan anymore. That was good at least. From his pocket the Traitor pulled out his prize - the cause of all this chaos - a small, golden idol - writing carved along it in a language long lost. "All for you..." He whispered.

After a few more moments of wallowing he rose, ripped his foot out of the dune, and began to trek again. Each mountain of sand seemed higher than the last, and over one came a million more. "I'm gonna die..." He said to the wind as he crawled on all fours up the dune. "There's not a town for-" The traitor paused, disbelieving at the sight that greeted him at the top of the dune. Far below him was a town - walls cornering in buildings, and music and crowds moving along a colourful main-street. The Traitor began to laugh in disbelief, leaping up and instantly falling down the dune, his body smashing as violently as it could down.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Ka suppressed a sigh and her grip on the burlap bag with the two writhing salamanders tightened. She smiled brightly at Uluru and held up the bag proudly.

She was about to say something when uncle Andle came into the scene.

"We're fine, I don't know about everyone else though," she spoke up before Davikal, the shop owner, exclaimed. "Some of my fruit got ruined by these things!"

"Er, yeah," Ka said sheepishly with an embarrassed smile. " we did incur a bit of damage to our wares"

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"Thank ya', Boh," Uncle Andle sighed, giving an approving nod to his niece. "You did good - but what actually happened here?" Andle took a sip of his beer and stepped toward the Davikal - the shop owner chewing his employee out. "Let's just calm down there, they did nothing wrong - from my point of view whoever owns or let loose these beasts ought to pay." He glanced over to the women attending the goat's that were attacked. "They should pay for your loses too."

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"They're just salamands," Uluru frowned as he wiped some salamand drool on his hand on a wall nearby. "Probably some stupid slaver, trying their hand at something they can't properly handle. Either way, seems to be over now," Uluru commented, noticing the shouts and commotion had seemed to dial down a little.

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"I should hope so," Davikal said, disgruntled, as he started sorting his damaged wares. "But how will you find the person who caused this mess?"

"It seems like it," Ka commented on Uluru's statement. "At least no one got hurt."

"I did!" The owner exclaimed, waving his fingers in the air. "Damn things almost took my fingers!"

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Musa was in the middle of an exchange when she heard the older man call to what was, apparently, the center of the Salamand Escape. After a brief moment of pause to glance at the toppled cages, of which she noticed earlier, she smiled to her waiting customer and completed the exchange. She placed her new item in a large, decorated pot beside her before standing and gently crossing her arms while her eyes focused. The golden orbs were sweeping the area and taking into note everything that had changed while she was preoccupied with what she now knew as Salamands. Where the name came from, she had no idea.

The cart from which the things escaped was in the middle of being propped back up, the mess that the creatures made of the surrounding shops was nearly cleaned up, but now there was a big space, onlookers creating the edges, that contained her and a handful of other people. Colorful people for that matter, visual and character wise. Her intrest peaked at the sight of antlers on an extremely tall and cloaked figure. Quietly she reached up to touch the black horn of her own adornment. Next was the armored figure, who's gilded designs made her think of her own red tattoos. Then the pink haired woman, who's locks made her feel a familiar uneasyness. Back in Trenn, black was the hair color of 98% of her people. But finally her eyes found that pesky dancer girl from her clan. Her eyebrows fell a bit. So she pesters the traders to come along but then she's nowhere to be found when the tent needs to be setup and stays out of sight when trouble arises.

Finding a better outlet for her attention, Musa's head tipped to the side as the man gave his name. "Hm. Uncle Andle.." She murmurs under her breath. She had no relationship with the man whatsoever but his name seemed fitting. Reaching up, she adjusted her Buffalo Skull and stepped over to the edge of her tent, giving a nod that everything was indeed okay. "Items of minimal value were lost but the fiends were captured." She moved her hip in the direction of the dismayed, red-skinned triplets.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Dustin had spotted one of those red little buggers and decided to chase it. The damned thing was running around causing a mess everywhere he went. The thing jumped from cart to cart, grabbing fruit to take massive bites out of only to through the remnant back at the Atzerii who was chasing him. How humiliating, he thought. First Sword of Kasselland and you're looking like a fool chasing this stupid thing.

He hadn't been aware of the small assortment of individuals ahead of him nor of the speed at which he was running. The thing was headed straight for that group of people. "Oh no you don't!" he shouted and lunged for critter, catching it in midair but took out the knees of some hooded individual amongst the them. Dustin wrestled the Salamand down until he had it in a hold where only its arms and legs could kick and claw around helplessly until he noticed where he was and who was around him, his eyes wide like a cave bat caught in torchlight.

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Uluru stumbled.

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Uncle Andle finished his mug of beer as Uluru was suddenly downed violently - a targeted hit.

"Well, damage done at least those responsible are put away," Andle sighed, watching with a smile as Boh helped a traveller out. "Regardless welcome to Dol-Duna," He said, turning to the rest of the group present as the crowds of bazaar began to pass by again, the scene with the salamands finished and done. "I don't know if you've ever been but... there's a lot to do. If you need any crystals I'm your man, Iconic Andle... just don't buy into any new gimmicks," Andle paused, as though remember a dark part of his past. "...And don't go to any Nomad tents, from what I heard the Naima clan is in town... they can be... dangerous."

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Uluru brushed himself off, glancing over at Dustin. "Thanks for that," he noted wryly. "Might not want to hold onto that for too long...they tend to heat up," he pointed out as the salamand began to shake intensely.

He then turned to Andle, scratching the back of his head. "Dangerous? Why's that. Was hoping to visit some of the Nomad huts myself..."

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Andle stared at Uluru, a glint in his eyes. "You have anything sacred? Any... beliefs?"

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"Some, yes," Uluru responded vaguely. "What does that matter?"

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Andle nodded and smiled. "The Nomads will change them." There was something sinister in his words.

He glanced over the group and nodded. "Well, glad to be of help," He gave a slight wave before stepping over to his niece.

"Uncle Andle himself," Uncle Andle introduced to the man. "Boh, who's your friend?"

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Thessir could hear the man talking to him. He could also hear the sounds of general commotion outside. His mind was not with those events at that time. He was enthralled with his work, examining the crystal for flaws. He was also looking at the shape, determining just how exactly the gem should be cut and fit. While useless now the gem held great potential. This was no mere taqa crystal.

Alas it seemed the general chaos outside was not going to let up. Sidling a strap of his bag off one of his shoulders he swung it over and set his tools along with the gem inside. With those packed away he downed what water was left and rose from his seat. He ventured over to the doorway, close enough to see but not close enough to be too exposed to the light.


From what he could see what commotion there had been was resolved. There were many eccentric figured talking including the one he had sort of spoken with at the bar. He listened in on what was being said, following the talking at he stood safely tucked away in the tolerable shade of the indoors. He gave a sigh, annoyed with the sun's habit of taking it's time going down.

"I shouldn't be awake." He spoke mostly to himself in a low mumble. His dark, tired eyes peered into the scene ahead. At this point he was just killing time until the sun left. The night was the real time for him. A time to search for some leads towards the ancient cities he's heard about in his time among the outlanders.

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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: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jake followed the Salamand through the Bizarre Bazaar, until, not far away, he came across the large scene of chaos. The Salamand whistled, and pointed at the cages that were now stuffed full of the Salamands again.

"Hmm, yes, I see," Jake said, touching his hat grimly. "I'll ask."

Going up to the smartest-looking person, Jake tapped the robed man on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he said politely, "what would be happening with these here Salamands, if you please?"