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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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Bohdana cried at the sight of him. She knew what this was. She knew what it meant. They were miles away from the nearest doctor now. They both had seen this all before.

Still, she thought in stubborn determination as she pulled out a cloth and placed it over the budding wound where a flower of blood began to stain it, perhaps there was a chance. Maybe there was a chance. It was pure survival, day in day out of death provoking terrain, aggressive creatures and evil people alike. There was always a chance of survival. They had to, they just had to survive. It was the way things were and would always be.

"You--you can't do this to me uncle," she sobbed, pressing against the wound to stop the blood flow, "Not you. You gotta live for me, okay? You gotta wake me up at the worst hours of the morning and tell me to get up and moving," a sad laugh crept through the tears, "We'll be okay. We'll be okay--"

She turned to the others approaching, "Help me, please!"

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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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Sören couldn't remember how exactly he had gotten back on solid ground. He ached, everywhere, but he was relatively unharmed. Just a few scratches and burns. After some length of time under the sun he had awoken to crying, and once he had gathered himself enough, he sat up and, after a quick look around, realized what had happened. In the distance he could see a speck of fire disappearing, the air ship, he thought. Then he remembered the explosion.

For a moment panic surged through his sturdy form as he got to his feet and turned in a circle to take everything in. He relaxed once he saw that Duneyrr was alive and well, though some of his antlers were blackened. The stag was sitting in the sand beside Whisper, who looked no worse than he himself was.

Over the next few hours, Sören did what he could for the others, though he stayed clear of the grave which was being dug. It wasn't that he did not want to help the girl, but his beliefs forbade him from doing so. Clan Rotgevir had always believed that, if you had a living relative, they should bury you if they are able to do so, and them alone. It would be a disgrace to the spirit of the man being laid to rest if he were to intervene. So instead he did a bit of scouting once the others had been tended to. He was no medic, but he was able to use his frost magic to sooth a few injuries here and there.

With the sun setting, Sören and Duneyrr returned to the group, the stag and northman dragging behind them what Sören had been able to salvage from his shattered wagon. It wasn't much at all. The furs were fine, tied up in a bundle, and there were a few apples, enough so that everyone could have one for their dinner at least. Sören carried the bundle of furs and a sack with the apples, while Duneyrr drug behind him the cloth roof of the wagon, laden with scraps of wood. It got cold in the desert, he knew that much of this land, and while he and Duneyrr would be fine, the others might appreciate a fire.

"I would advise against it." Sören says pausing for a moment to look over the man, Uluru was his name, he thought. He rode a strange beast, one the northman had never seen, but Duneyrr had no problems with the creature and so neither did he. "If that ship and the wet men aboard survived, they may come looking for us. Dol-Duna is the closest shelter, so they might be expecting us to return. Where is the next closest village, do you know?" He had overheard the man speaking and thought he would put in his two cents. He hadn't said much since the rough landing.

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Uluru turned to look at the antlered man that had spoken to him. "I don't know," Uluru shook his head. "It's bound to be a long trip east though. Only place I can think of nearby from the top of my head is Marghesh," Uluru noted. And that's..." he sighed, pulling himself from the dunes and pointing. "A good ways south."

"Either way, I had some business in Dol-duna," Uluru noted. "But, I suppose there are other places to find Nomads..."

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Skullivan sat in the sand as their assembled camp went about their business beneath the stars. Uluru's pet had returned to them, supposedly having followed the airship, and Sören had found his stag and the remnants of the wagon - both having escaped the airship as well. "Returning to Dol-Duna would be great, guys. Only question is where is Dol-Duna?" He questioned loudly, casually throwing his magnetic cuffs into the shifting sands before bundling up his arms.

The temperature had dropped with the sun, and his ripped up uniform was now beginning to freeze him. He crossed his hands over his chest, his breathing shaky at the cold wind.

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"Honestly..." Uluru sighed shaking his head at the Wetlander as he once again looked over any subtle trail back to Dol-Duna, the airship may have made. "Too far. Especially with not enough food or water for all of us. And as the horned one said, your kinsman might also still be lurking around the town," he continued , referring to the advice of the northerner. "Our best chance for right now, I'd say....is to head to the east or south towards the mountains near Marghesh if any of you'd like to brave that," Uluru informed the traitor.

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"South-East?" Skullivan breathed, his teeth chattering slightly. From his pocket he pulled out a small, beat up thermostat. The temperature had dropped nearly to freezing. Skullivan sighed, his breath visible in the wind. "Uluru," He began, pushing the hairs out of his face - and also referring to the one member of the group he actually knew the name of. "I don't know about you but the only thing I see in any direction, south-east included, is more desert." Skullivan sighed. "If it's gonna be a trip we need food or water - or to find a village."

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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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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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Uluru shoved Skullivan slightly in annoyance. "No one else came up with a better one, wetlander," he replied before looking in shock at what Elise stated. "You...you gave it to someone in Dol-Duna?! That...was our only link to it...the Change," he looked at her once more. "Who was this woman? You say you GAVE the idol to her....you didn't sell it?"

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Sören was adding some of the scrap wood from what had once been his wagon to the fire when Whisper made her appearance. He had searched for her while gathering up what he could from the wreckage, but to no avail. Duneyrr had tried to find her as well, but the sand obscured everything. Both Dead Foresters had been fearing the worst.

"I am glad to see you survived." Sören says, tossing another piece of what used to be a wheel into the fire. Duneyrr makes a happy deer sound as he wanders over and licks her face before nibbling at her hair. "Those rodents are of a rather unusual size. I did not know they grew so large out here in the sands." He reaches over and taps Duneyrr on the head so he stops his nibbling. "Their meat will be greatly appreciated, I could only scrounge up enough apples so everybody could have one each...though we now have an extra, I am afraid."

Setting the scraps of wood down near the fire, but far enough away that a wind would not spread embers to it, Sören takes an apple from the makeshift bag he now carries slung over one shoulder, made from one of the furs, and exchanges it for the two rats. Taking them, and the iron axe from his belt, he sets to work cleaning them and preparing them to be cooked. It wouldn't be much meat, but it was better than nothing. As he cleans the rats, he looks around. Everyone who survived was now gathered in this little valley, made by several large sand dunes surrounding them. They would help with the winds, but little else. Already it was growing colder and colder, and only one of them seemed to have any real shelter. Soon the rats are cut up and lying on hot rocks at the edge of the flames. Standing, Sören rubs his hands together, activating his runes enough so that a thin layer of frost forms on the palms, which melts almost at ones, the water created washing his hands clean.

"Could you watch the food for a moment? I think I have an idea..." The northman says, leaving Whisper with Duneyrr by the fire.

Walking over to a space between two of the closer dunes, Sören removes his cloak and helm and sets them aside in the sand. Taking in a breath of the warm air he activates the runes and his arms begin to glow a soft blue. As frost forms on his arms, he reaches out into the warm sand, which causes the ice to melt. He moves his arms around, wetting the sand, and then pulling it up and shaping it. After working at it for some time, he forms a wall between the dunes half as tall as himself, and from this be begins to form more walls, until eventually something like the igloos he has made in the Dead Forest during the deep winter hunts begins to take shape.

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Whisper also took a look around the raggedy group of people. There were many she remembered seeing on the ship, but were still strangers as far as she was concerned. She was a little surprised when Duneyrr licked her face, but the little cutie was a welcome sight. When the frost moose began nibbling her hair, she gave him a gentle scratch on his chin and allowed the munching to continue. "I must say I'm glad you and your friend made it out alive as well. I've never seen a moose fly before." Whisper gave a sly smile to Duneyrr.

Once Sören handed her the apple, she took a ravenous bite. She hadn't eaten anything, but ale in nearly a day and that was hardly a good meal. While she chewed, she used one of her throwing knives to cut the apple into slices. Her dagger still had rat on it and it wasn't nearly as good raw. She slipped a few slices to Duneyrr as Sören asked her to tend to the cooking meat. In response, Whisper only nodded, her mouth still full. She was attempting to make the juice that was quenching her immense thirst last.

Once she swallowed the soggy fruit, Whisper threw an arm over Duneyrr's neck and watched Sören's mysterious abilities. A gift from the gods as much as she could tell. She licked her dry lips and whispered to the beautiful mountain goat, "Are you thirsty? What I wouldn't give to have an ability like that in a place like this."

She returned to the flames, turning the meat as necessary

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Elise eyed Uluru, "I didn't give anything," She pointed to the young woman digging the grave, "She had it when Aisha and I were looking for him," she nodded in Skullivan's direction. "She came out of nowhere and next thing I knew we were on the floor of a very exotic tent. The woman there asked for payment in exchange for information...I can't remember what Boh wanted, though. She said she'd found the idol, and gave it to the woman." She sighed, "The woman got very excited, not like she wanted to hurry us out and get some glory, more like shocked and awed by being in the presence of the idol. She said it would bring about the Change...that's when the Wetlander's came in...We got separated, I'm sorry."

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"Exotic tent..." Uluru mouthed silently, remembering something that that Andel person had mentioned back in Dol-Duna. "What tent? The Nomad's tent?" Uluru asked Elise, though he was positive his assumption was correct.

Who else but the Nomads were fully aware and fully believed in the power of the change. Not that it did them any good now. If there was any lead on the change at all, it seems Dol-Duna still had the key to it all. Luckily the Wetlanders didn't have it, but it was still to close to them for comfort. Uluru then turned to Elise and asked a question, in a different tone than before, "This woman, by the way....how old would you say she was? You remember at all?"

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She squinted, thinking on Uluru's question, "Yes! She was one of the Nomads." She shook her head, "I got so caught up in looking for him, I didn't think. We shouldn't have left her...it all happened so fast." She sighed, "I'm sorry. I should have thought more clearly." She stretched her legs out and leaned back, her hands running through the quickly cooling sand. "I don't know, I just have a feeling she'll find us."

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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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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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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.