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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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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan
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#, as written by Nulix
"The Naima Nomad clan?" Skullivan's eyes went wide as he looked at Aisha. "You met the Nomad Clan?"

Suddenly the door to the shop was smashed open, dust and splinters flying everywhere as the black-uniformed Wetland soldiers poured in. The Wetlanders surrounded them. "Hands up," Manscum the Wetlander said, aiming a rifle at Uluru's head. He could tell Uluru was the worst type of person.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan
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"Wait, wait!" Uluru exclaimed, raising his hands up, thinking quickly. "We have your traitor..." Uluru spoke quickly. "But I'll not hand him over to you. I want my reward upfront, we all do," Uluru nodded at the others surrounding him, giving each of them a look that warned them not to speak out just yet. "We won't let you hand him over and bar us from getting payed. Now how about you guide us to the ship, instead of roasting the only competent hunters in these sands?"

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"Here! Over here, another body!"

Lowering her electric rifle, the Wetland soldier lifted her dusty goggles and knelt to the blood-stained sand, squinting at the torn up corpse of one of their comrades. The troops standing idly behind the squad leader exchanged nervous glances as the damage was surveyed.

"So. . . what kind of weapon did this?" she asked at length, pointing, to the myriad of messy holes in his chest. "Never seen anything like it before."

"Looks like it could be shrapnel from a bomb, ma'am," one of the men offered as an explanation. "We should warn the others that they may be armed with explosives." Considering the suggestion for a moment, the woman nodded and rose to her feet as she dusted off. "One of you carry him back. Let's go."

-

Click. Click. Click.

The last of the gleaming glass bullets were set and the cylinder rolled back into the revolver with a satisfying sound.

In the hands of a mysterious man without a name was a six-round revolver, one of the few remaining - if not the only remaining - old world weapons that have managed to survive through the generations. Not in one piece, but with some careful testing, the weapon was welded back together in serviceable shape.

"What is that?" a higher pitch voice called from the back. "Is that a gun?" Hanging upside down by her ankles was none other than Avari, who had the great misfortune of stumbling into a stranger's trap as she attempted to navigate the unfamiliar streets in a hurry.

The man said nothing, continuing to inspect his gun as he faced away from her and toward the boarded up window. The few rays of light that spilled inside lit up his face in the darkness, though she couldn't see it from her angle. Nice hat, though. Suddenly, his arm arched backwards over his shoulder and the gun fired. The rope came loose from above her and Avari landed with a very painful and very audible thud.

"Ow! Jeez, man!" Avari groaned, rubbing her bruised shoulder. "I nearly cracked my skull open. . ." All the blood that had rushed to her head left her dizzy now that she was sitting upright - shaking her head and readjusting her sight, the girl looked up to see only an empty chair and an open doorway.

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"Weird. . ." Avari mumbled quietly, glancing left and right into the city streets as she stepped out into the sunlight. "That guy was a weirdo," she repeated to herself, still not sure about what just happened. In the bazaar, the stands seemed to be left unattended - where's everyone gone? She picked up the pace, turning sharp corners and scanning her surroundings faster than she could probably register them. But she certainly registered her fellow clanmate at a distance, though she didn't rush in just yet - something was happening. Quickly hiding herself behind the cover of a building, her head peeked out as a small group was being rounded up by unfamiliar looking soldiers.

Whoa. . . what's all this?

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver 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
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#, as written by Nulix
The Wetlander soldiers glared at Uluru from beneath their dark helms. Skullivan glanced around nervously - the soldiers outnumbered, they couldn't get out of this one. "Fine," The Wetlander nodded. "We'll take you to the Commander."

Uluru nodded, grabbing Skullivan's arm for display and beginning to walk forward - the rest of the group following suit, not wanting to make a scene before the soldiers.

***

The group marched into the now mostly empty market place of the grand-bazaar. The colour of the stands now seemed empty, desaturated with the back-drop of black-uniformed soldiers who stood in formation along the street. Skullivan swallowed as he marched, glancing back at Uluru who held his arm firmly. Behind Uluru Musa marched, Thessir, Aisha, and Elise behind her - and a whole lot of Wetland soldiers behind them.

Uluru's plan, as it was, was to get them onto the airship, steal the Idol that the Wetlanders most likely took, and escape again. A task Skullivan knew was easier said than done. Still, without the Idol, there was no hope. It was all or nothing.

"I hope you know what you're doing..." Skullivan hissed as they came to a stop.

Before them the Wetland Commander stood, his hands behind his back as he looked over them. The chest of gold stood behind his feet on the metal platform. "Welcome back," The commander commented to Skullivan before turning to Uluru. "You and your team did good, I heard you wanted to go to my ship to negotiate?" The commander rose an eyebrow. "As if my gold wasn't enough..." The commander shrugged. "Well listen, none of us are thugs here. We'll happily negotiate." The commander motioned for them to step onto the platform. Hesitantly, the group did.

Beside them soldiers pushed on a few prisoner's with their hands magnetically cuffed behind their backs - Bohdana, Tetra, Ka'Wa, and Davikal among them. "Troublemakers," The commander casually explained. "We'll be leaving shortly. We just have one last bit of business to take care of..."

***

The foursome managed to escape the village, killing or fending off soldiers along the way. Through the north-wall the four exited, out toward the sandy dunes. Freedom. Escape through bloodshed, Sören, Whisper, Dustin & Rusten now found themselves at the town's edge - the sea of sand stretching before them, dyed yellow from the dimming sun.

Behind them, over the town, the massive Leviathan Airship hung - they now able to see it's full size, and the clean, black metal lining it - uniform in a way nothing in the Qafar was. Just as Sören finished speaking however a massive sound ripped across the sky, like electricity mixed with a monster's cry. It bellowed loudly as suddenly light poured out of a chamber a the front of the Leviathan Airship. Light, aimed right at them.

Duneyrr let out a yell as suddenly blinding light engulfed their bodies, electricity sparking through their hairs. Duneyrr, who had began to move, suddenly found it's hoofs off the ground and in the air. Duneyrr was being dragged up by the wagon it was pulling. Sören, Whisper, Dustin & Rustin too found themselves lifting off the ground in the light - their muscles tense as the metals of their weapons, in their armour, in their clothing began to pull them upward. The wagon let out a long creak as it began to rotate in the air. This was the Wetlander's weapon. The electro-magnetic tractor beam.

***

Skullivan and the group watched in awe as the light beam began to pull a wagon and a few people through the air, toward an entrance of the airship. "You don't kill a Wetlander and get away with it," The Commander hissed as suddenly the metal platform the group stood on began to raise, the metal ropes at each corner beginning to pull them up mechanically. They rose higher and higher into the sky, the street below them growing further and further away, and above them the air-tight vacuum and lights of the Leviathan airship grew closer.

The platform rose all the way, entering them into a massive hangar of the airship - walkways stretching above them, and metal surrounding them on all sides. Mechanical sounds emanated from every hall, bright electrical flashes accompanying them.

They could see clearly now the subjects of the electro-magnetic beam - a wagon, a strange horse, and then four figures from earlier - Sören, Whisper, Dustin, and Xaverius. They were pulled into an entrance way of the airship and the beam stopped, dropping the figures onto metal ground beside the other's.

Skullivan, Uluru, Thessir, Whisper, Aisha, Elise, Musa, Bohdana, Xaverius, Dustin, Sören, Ka'Wa, Tetra, and Ka'Wa's great boss Davikal all found themselves standing together, in the hangar of the Leviathan Airship, surrounded by waves of black-uniformed soldiers.

The Wetland Commander stared at Uluru. "So, prisoners and... bounty-hunters alike. Half of you I should be thanking for bringing our boy back home," He reached forward, pinching Skullivan's cheek - who ripped away at the motion. "And half of you I should be condemning for murder and general crimes against our good Empire."

The Wetland Commander turned to the treasure chest behind him, pulling out one of the Wetlander gold coins and raising it in the air. "I was going to give you this reward... but unfortunately according to Davikal here you all helped our escapee here. And you know I'm very adamant about law and order on this ship." The commander put his hands behind his back and began to walk away as the soldiers surrounded them. "Law and order, my friends. Law and order..."

The soldiers moved in, magnetic cuffs at the ready as they grabbed Skullivan and pulled him forward. "Great plan!" The Traitor yelled at Uluru as they forced his hands into the bindings...

***

From the ground the Airship began to move, wetland soldiers leaping onto the hanging ladders and beginning to climb up as it began to leave Dol-Duna behind. "You!" A voice called. From around the corner where Avari watched the scene Uncle Andle emerged, grabbing her hand. "My niece is up there - and your clan kin, so come on!" Andle ran forward, leaping onto the bottom of a ladder as it began to be pulled back up into the airship above. He reached out for Avari to take his hand...

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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: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Amrazath "Inhuman Butcher" Colt Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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Musa had vaulted into the shop while also pulling the skull atop her head down to cover her face. Not only was it a helmet but it was a formidable looking mask aswell. Her weapon was drawn and she listened to Uluru and Skullivan follow behind her, along with everyone else, much to her disapproval. But before she could protest, the whole situation was flipped onto its head.

Now they were standing inside of the Wetlander contraption and its bright lights were making her squint. Unnatural. Her Buffalo skull was back on her head and her staff was locked onto her back once more. Her eyes took in everyone around her, her new found group and the one that was a little distance away from them. They had some sort of large deer and a man with antlers, although smaller, to match. She remembered him from earlier. She remembered all of them from earlier. Her skin crawling and her stomach beginning to churn from the experience of being a first time flyer, she lifts her hands and gently runs them down her twin braids while her golden eyes bronzed over with thought as she reserved herself to watching whomever decided to speak.

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#, as written by Zalgo
Since the moment Thessir had taken a second to address the white skinned woman it's just been a real mess.

People running into them, people running away from them, people harrasing them, all while wetland soldiers chased at their heels.

"You guys... can't beat the Wetlanders. If we get it back we have to do it quietly." Is what Skullivan had said back then. He was skeptical of that then and he was skeptical of it even as the troops poured into the shop they were taking momentary pause in. The woman in blue had tried to pass her judgements but he really couldn't of cared less. That was then.

This was now.


As he was brought up in the ship upon the rising platform he started to smile with a twinkle in his eye. This was the kind of thing he loved to explore. Admittingly his people's methods were more advanced as the rock lifts wouldn't of needed the long metal cables but what made it so interesting is that it wasn't the same. More than the lift however was their source of power which truly earned his curiosity. They doubted he would get to see the inside of the airship. Where were they now? Inside the very same ship is where.

When they turned on the magnetic beam to lift the wagon below into it he was also beaming, beaming with a thrilled joy at seeing something so cool. Ever since they took him aboard the ship things have been only getting better for him. His eyes were finally starting to be able to ajust as the lighting within the ship was within an acceptably dim range. Ideally the whole vessel would have no light at all but at least this wasn't giving him a throbbing headache. The pain in the frontal lobe was starting to finally dwindle.


Of course there was the matter of the condenscending generals and of course the many soldiers with their nifty guns. Naturally this was an obstacle between him and freedom aboard this lovely machine. To him it was sort of like a puzzle. He was going to need to solve the handcuffs and whatever other barriers they set in his way before he could get what he wanted. As such, from the moment he had a gun pointed at his head he's been rearranging his possessions, moving gear in order to better conceal his belongings. It was subtle. Under a big coat it was difficult to see what his hands were doing. He couldn't reach into his backpack for anything sadly but he wasn't completely short on things to work with. To better solve the puzzle however he was going to need the right tools. Knowing which tools he needed meant knowing how their restraints worked.

Already his eyes were at work trying to figure their technology out. Though quite foreign in function and design as an experienced craftsman with some knowledge of old world technology he was able to understand the function well enough even if the design escaped him for the time being. He's been looking at practically everything the wetlanders had been using since he was taken, puzzling out their structures and processes in his oddly wired brain of his. Even as the troops approach him with magnetic hand cuffs he was smiling with joy.


"This day is transforming into a fun day." A statement which gave concern to a number of the guards though they had little reason to suspect he was able to somehow back his words up. They assumed he was simply ignorant of his situation.

They were simply ignorant of his true meaning.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren 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: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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For a moment, Sören actually blacked out. It happened somewhere between the point that the odd light had engulfed him and the others around his wagon, and then they were drawn into the ship. He was rational enough to understand that this thing was not the creature of myth that his mother or father would have thought it to be. The Rotgevir clan believed that there were great beasts of the sky and earth that spelled doom for any who saw them. There was once a great beast of the seas, back when there were seas on this world.

With his feet on solid ground, Sören finds himself able to relax a little, and to catch his breath. For a time he says nothing, standing beside his wagon and Duneyrr as soldiers surround them. Two men move forward while their allies keep their firearms trained on Sören and Duneyrr. They unhitch the stag from the wagon and then pull it aside so that a few of their men can inspect it. As a woman speaks to the soldiers, to a man who looks like he might be in charge somewhat, the northman watches as the soldiers tear apart his wagon, tossing out the furs and unloading the lumber. Looking around, nothing on this ship seemed to be made of wood, but perhaps they needed it in this Wet Land they came from. They certainly didn't need the wagon, though, because as he watches the men open another hatch and let it roll out of the ship.

Sören keeps his mouth shut, and his eyes averted from the hatch. He'd already passed out once due to his fear of heights and falling, now would not be a good time to let it happen again.

Then the soldiers were moving in close again, firearms held in a deadly position. They had shackles in their hands and Sören knew what was to come next. He and the others would be cuffed and locked away, if they were lucky. Executed if they were not.

"If you want the one who slew your men at the tavern, it was me. The others," Sören nods to Whisper, Dustin, and Xaverius, "Are innocent. I take full responsibility for what happened." As he lies he holds his hands out, palm up, and allows one of the soldiers to place the odd shackled around his wrists. "It was I who suggested setting fire to the tavern as well, since the owner saw fit to rat out paying customers. The man didn't have to die, but he got in our way as we were leaving."

Sören knew by now that word of the tavern incident had spread, the soldiers had known about it, that they were involved. He hoped that he could convince their commander that it had all been on him, which might give the others a better chance. If he was never to return home, he might as well give his life for a noble cause, if it came to that.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Uluru 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: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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"Sick, you are," Aisha spoke up in the middle of the small crowd. She pushed her way past the others and move to the front. One of the two brass rings that Aisha usually wore around her neck, her Chakram, was in her hand. She pointed it directly at the commander, but she was addressing the Wetlanders as a whole. "Your ways are corrupted! Law and order, what of charity?! You follow the laws that suit you best, the code of the hoarder, they who have most! This world is full of false hope, but your hopes are of the ugliest kind, greed! You care not for who becomes harmed, not if they don't fit your 'order'!"

"That poor soul, whom of which you have haunted and pursued across the entire desert, he is devoid of a single person who loves him, and that has strained his heart so hurtfully! The lack of care your law and order has is killing him! Yet your law continues to punish him and your order only seeks to extract more from his very soul!" Aisha approached the commander with every statement, probably overstepping her bounds, but she didn't care, moving around as if she had all the authority in the world.

"As an agent of the Creed, I believe that all souls can be saved and turned to the true path, the path of righteousness." Aisha was far too close now. The soldiers were preparing their weapons. She was speaking hastily now. "And although an acolyte such as myself couldn't hope to save all of you from your law and order..." Aisha pulled the other Chakram off of her neck and made an offensive stance. "However! My life would be meaningless, if I couldn't save a single soul!"

Perhaps Aisha wasn't thinking clearly. Perhaps she didn't count exactly how much she was outnumbered, or she was unaware of the functionality of their weapons. To call it bravery would have been one thing, but it could have also been simple foolishness. Whatever the rationality Aisha could have possible had at that moment didn't seem to matter. Aisha simply bolted at the guards who were taking Skullivan away and whipped her Chakram in their direction with deadly force, and held her other Chakram in front of her, ready to deflect any and all incoming blows.

No, Aisha wasn't thinking this time, but to her, rationality didn't matter at this moment, only duty.

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Xaverius then suddenly realized what he did, the guards at the bar, the bartender, all dead. The looked down, gritting his teeth. He'd killed before, mostly just raiders and those who took the first strike, and whilst he was not the one who killed the bartender himself he still felt guilty for his death, he also thought of the girl that he saw being attacked earlier, in his intoxicated state he failed to do one of the main things he set out to do in this world, helping those in need. With every thought the stout man's heart sank further and further. He cursed his foolish nature and in his head vowed to not touch a single drop of alcohol again, as it was what made him kill, made him sit back while a defenseless woman was attacked. He then realized it was Whisper who set the house ablaze, she was the only one who could've murdered the bartender, sure he almost got them killed but his death was unnecessary. He felt anger in his head, but killing her would yet again go against his morals, so he decided he would distance himself from her once this was over, sure, he'd hang out with her if need be but her actions in his now sober eyes were uncalled for. Just thinking about all these things made Xaverius sick to his stomach, he understood what he did and was willing to pay the price. "Just let them go, I was the one who started that fight."

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#, as written by Jaek
Dustin quickly awoke from the black to find himself surrounded by others, both the group he'd originally been with and an assortment of other individuals of which a few he recognized from the marketplace square. He quickly gathered his senses and his surroundings. We must be on their airship...

Soren and Xaverius began to speak to the Wetlanders nearest them. They stood sullen, stone-faced. Their gaze was cold and their demeanor near sinister. Apparently word spread fast. Despite both Soren and Xaverius demanding to be held responsible there seemed to be no change in the Wetlanders' intent on putting them all in chains.

The sound of two women shouting at what appeared to be the Wetlander in charge suddenly caught his attention. One claimed to be a duchess or something from Samaria while the other was lecturing them about morality and virtue or something to that effect. He frowned and flipped his mask up from over his face and let it rest on his head. The Atzerii Kassellander slowly picked himself. His stomach felt like scrambled Roc eggs and his legs wobbled like the gelatin his people made from yakki milk. Once composed, he brushed off the sand from his shoulders cautiously made his way to the Wetlander the women seemed to be addressing.

"Duchess here isn't the only politically important individual here on your... erm... Flying Metal Fish thingy. I am Dustin vel Iz'Raphel, First Sword of Kasselland, Council member of the Atzerii, and Servant of the Shorn King. The clans of the Qafar won't be happy to know that Mudmen invaded the Sea of Sand, kidnapped citizens of Dol-Duna, and imposed their will upon them." He looked at the Wetlanders surrounding them, their weapons, and the face of their supposed commander. That look of amusement was more irritating than ominous.

Suddenly the yelling got louder, and as Dustin slowly turned he realized to his horror the priestess began advancing on the Wetlanders. A few had already brought their weapons to bear on her as she pulled off what originally he thought her necklaces from he neck. The Atzerii sprinted over to her just as she broke out into a run right at the Wetlanders. Call it a savior complex, or maybe call it the feeling of responsibility he now held with his inherited position, but nobody on this ship from the Qafar was going to die today.

Dustin had caught up to the now apparent acolyte of the Samariamus Creed with ease and took hold of her by her waist and picked her up to break her run. "Not like this," he hissed into her ear. "Later, but not now."

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Bohdana stayed silent, listening to the others speak with a sort of quiet desperation. She glanced to the Wetland Commander, deciding that if he wouldn't listen to offical speeches and important men, perhaps he would listen to the plea of a young girl trapped in a situation far bigger than she could ever imagine.

"Please! Please listen to them! My uncle--" Boh let out a strangled sob, "My uncle is still down there! Please we're gonna get separated, he's my only family left! You got the wrong idea we--we're clanless!! Peace keepers! I don't want no trouble, I'm begging you to let me down!"

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"She's right, she had nothing to do with this. Please, let he go." Xaverius then walked in front of Bohdana, in a form of protecting her.

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The Wetlander who was assaulted by the chakram was pulled by an angry looking Wetlander guardswoman. She drew out a trident from her back holster and glared at Aisha, exclaiming, "This will always be a land of dictators!" And smacked her in the back of the head with the flat end of the trident.

"Barfalda..." an old wetlander in blue robes, with intricate wave patterns odorned on his robes, shook his head. "The interrogation room is the place for this not, the deck..." the elder then looked at Bohdana. "As for you my child...I'm afriad we've made too much headway to turn back into your hovel now. Bring them to the brig," the elder asked the guards.

"Shit, we're moving..." Uluru noted aloud, as the guards pushed them all forward on the airship's deck. Uluru hung back near the end of the long line of prisoners to get a better glance at their surroundings, though the guards warned him to keep moving. warned him to

Looking out the rather large window as he noticed the ship making its way past the clouds. "Damn, we need..." Uluru whispered, looking at the pale an he had met earlier. "You...you had some sort of idea on how to stall this ship...if we can can find some way to get you free and bide you the time for you to do whatever you think you can do?" Uluru pondered for a moment as they passed by another window, and he noticed that all that lay below them were dunes of sand. They were getting further from the city. "I don't see the trade routes either...this contraption is faster than I thought..." he sighed, beginning to think.

He looked behind him and saw the classic Dol-dunan vendor, Davikal behind him. "Sorry, old timer," Uluru shrugged, before unexpectedly throwing the fruit Vendor into the Wetlander in front of Uluru, causing a domino effect as guards and prisoners alike as they all toppled over.

The guards behind him all drew their weapons in an uproar.

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Skullivan suddenly turned at the commotion. Skullivan, though his hands were bound, leapt to to the side of the tight, metal hall-walk as the guards fell. "Run!" Skullivan called, swinging forward and beginning to run-along the metal, his hands still tightly bound behind him. "Try to find an open hatch," Skullivan said, his feet moving over several hatches on the ground. "That's how I escaped the first time!"

***

The wind blew in Uncle Andle's hair as he climbed a metal ladder hanging along the bottom of the airship's structure, Avari behind him. "One of these, maybe," Andle muttered, reaching up and opening a hatch.

***

Down the hall from Skullivan a hatch suddenly popped open, day-light from outside pouring in. Uncle Andle climbed up, wide-eyed at the interior of the ship before him and turning to spot the gang from the village running away from guards. Bohdana was among them.

"This way!" Skullivan called, ahead of the group as he sprinted for the open hatch. Skullivan paused, looking down - sandy dunes were flying by below them. "Only one way..." He said, swallow as he leapt down the hatch and plummeted to the sands below...

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Xaverius was not sure if this was a trick, but it was worth a shot. He jogged over to the open hatch and jumped in, getting somewhat stuck, though after some pushing he got though yelling to the others "Come on!" as he plumeted to the sands below, landing by Skullivan.

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Skullivan lay on the ground, clutching his leg in pain as above him the massive airship flew over. "Ahhh, ok- OK. NO. OK," He hissed in air, cradling his leg - smashed down on the impact with the dune. Suddenly another figure, Xaverius, hit down beside him, sand flying into the air on impact and the man rolling down the side of the dune slightly. From the open hatch the Wetland Traitor watched as more figures lined up to escape.

***

Inside Andle held the hatch open, letting the others dive out as the wetland soldiers chased. "Boh!" He exclaimed, reaching out as his niece ran with the group. "It's gonna be alright, Boh! Hurry now!" An electric blast suddenly smashed against the metal beside him, the guards down the hall taking aim. "Come on, Boh! Get!" The man cried, his heart racing.

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Dustin rammed into the nearest guard to throw them off balance and began shouted for Soren and Whisper to follow Xaverius' suit as he dragged the most likely discombobulated priestess with him over to the hatch. Taking a deep breath, the Atzerii steadied himself and took the plunge down into the sands below, landing several feet away from Skullivan and Xaverius.

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Bohdana ducked as the blast crashed beside them. She looked up desperately to her uncle, "You come on too!"

The girl swallowed and didn't allow herself time to think before jumping down the hatch after Dustin into the sands below. She landed on her side, beginning to roll down the dune while she got her footing and quickly stood, gazing up at the moving ship, "Come on!!" Boh shouted out to those remaining on the ship, particularly Andle, "Hurry up!!"

Sun blasted down on her face,a stark contrast to the cool darkness of the ship they were just in. Boh prayed desperately for them to all make it out alive.

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Everything happened so fast. Suddenly everyone began talking at once, only one of the others seeming to have heard her, and joined in her game of diplomacy. Though it had failed, they had found a way to freedom. Elise followed behind Boh and jumped through the hatch, rolling when she hit the ground. The impact was enough to knock the wind out of her, and she found it hard to stand for a few seconds. "O-okay....now what?" She asked no one in particular, clutching her side to catch her breath.

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"Alright, hopefully I won't break anything, " Uluru muttered as he leaped out of the hatch and landed on the sand after bracing for a rough impact. He landed on the sandy dunes shoulder, first, causing it to make a loud pop. "Argh!" He shouted in pain. "Always forget those are never as soft as they look... As he got up he noticed a shadow of s figure of a creature swiftly appearing over him. It was Yanyan, who must've tailed the ship and caught his scent once he was free.

"A bit earlier and I could've jumped onto ypu..." Uluru joked through the pain as Yanyan made oddly seen whistling noises. Uluru braced himself further as he popped his shoulder back into place with a exasperated bellow.

Standing to his feet, he looked at their surroundings. "This...is farther than I'd hoped to go," he sighed, brushing more sand off of him.

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"Traitors! Sneaks! Sand eaters!" a screech sounded off behind the escaping group of convicts. His chance to escape was instead used for the hunt. Instead of saving his life, he was ready to take the life of others. He had seized an electric rifle from one of the guards and aimed it at the backs of the escaping group, firing off several bullets before the guard he had assaulted grabbed the barrel.

One of the shots just barely missed the top of Ka'Wa's helmet, her flinching as she struggled to catch up to the rest of the group. She hadn't run in so long and she wasn't sure how much longer the adrenaline would hold. Being at the back of the group didn't help her chances either but panic sure did.

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Aisha yelped when she felt herself get swept off her feet by Dustin, as if she was some child. Indeed, he scolded her like a child as well. "Not like this," he hissed into her ear. "Later, but not now." Aisha was about to struggle out of his grasp—maybe she could have tripped him up by pulling her leg from behind his—but before then, she felt a great big sting of pain as she was slapped with a guard's weapon.

It was painful, and it was humiliating, but pain and humiliation weren't things Aisha was unfamiliar with. Aisha's teachings taught her to accept suffering as it was natural and unavoidable. Aisha had no reason to fear pain, for pain was the proof of life. Death, however, was far more frightening. Aisha was dazed, her vision blurry. She could barely register what was going on as she felt herself being dragged along. When she regained her wits, however, she pretty much understood the task at hand; salvation.

With the soul that was most lost having been able to escape through the hatch, many others were scrambling to get through. The guards, however, were ready to stop them. More than one life was at stake here. As an acolyte who is trained as a bodyguard, naturally, it would be Aisha's duty to protect them. It was not a matter of choice, but simply performing her duty as would be expected of her.

"Fly, all of you," Aisha cried, "I shall grant you time. Save yourselves!" Aisha stood and took a stance, facing toward the guards. Reaching her hand out, the chakram of which she had lost seemed to pick itself up and fly directly into her hand, as if it were magic.

As a Wetlander guard was charging for her, Aisha threw one of her chakrams against the ground in front of her, causing it to bounce blindingly fast into the guard and his weapon, stunning him. The chakram bounced back towards Aisha, which she caught as she ran forward, charging at the guard and spinning to hit him in the chest with the other chakram in her hand, its blunt, metal edge creating enough of a blow for the man to fall over temporarily. Another guard who was behind him was about to attack as well, but Aisha ducked under his swing, almost as if she predicted it, and wrapped her leg around his before tripping him, essentially footsweeping him.

Aisha's combat was intended to pacify, not intentionally harm, so she wouldn't be allowed to cause additional harm while the guards were on the ground, which she could have easily taken advantage of. There were still many soldiers to come, and those she knocked down were by no means out for the count. Still, all Aisha needed to do was buy time. It was her duty.

Chakrams in her grasp and duty in her heart, Aisha fought as hard as she was tutored to keep the attackers at bay.

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Andle's hair flew violantly from the wind of the hatch as body after body leapt out, Dustin then Bohdana then Elise then Uluru. The man looked up as the remaining members of the group ran toward the exit. He swallowed. They'd make it out of this. They all would.

Suddenly, one of them stopped, and turned down the metal of the hall before running down, ready to attack the formation of wetland soldiers. "What are you doing, girly!!?" Andle screamed, the vibration of the ship shaking his voice as the wind deafened him out. Down the dark corridor the acolyte ran forward, combat ready, as the soldiers drew their swords - sparks and bolts of electricity shimmering off the weapons as they ran forward.

"Gh-Damn," Andle breathed, reluctantly handing the hatch to Avari who'd climbed up. "Keep it open!" Andle yelled at the Lakuli girl before sprinting forward, sand falling off his boots as they hit the sleek, ribbed metal floor of the corridor. He pushed through the remaining company - he recognized their faces from the fare. The hooded one who'd burnt down the bar: Whisper, the other Lakuli woman: Musa, the pale one: Thessir, the frightened one: Ka'Wa, he thought he'd heard her name mentioned. The strange, antlered man Sören ran passed Andle, his cloak flying behind him as the goat-herder Tetra struggled to keep up. Andle dodged them both and continued to run, to where Aisha had just brought a man's legs out from under him.

The Wetlander's sword went flying, his body smashing into the metal ground - skull rattling inside the black and silver helm of the soldier. Andle leapt out, grabbing the electric blade out of the air and ramming it's blunt end into a Wetlander soldier, the electricity burning through the stomach of the black cloth uniform. Andle pushed the man against a wall with the blade before releasing. "What do you think you're doing, priestess?!" Andle called to her as she hit another soldier.

Suddenly, Aisha felt a hit - smashing hard into her left shoulder, a shot from an electric rifle. It felt like burning, her shoulder burning and the muscles tightening violantly on the sight of the blast. Aisha staggered back. "Girlie!" Andle spat, running forward before being punched back by a black, gloved Wetlander fist. Andle stumbled to the ground, his sword falling out of his hand and down the corridor. With a grunt Andle pushed himself off the ground and back into the fight.

The shock left Aisha's left open, which a forward charging Wetlander took. Blue eyes shined brightly through the silver lined eye-sockets of the helmet, gnarling teeth as he thrust a blade forward at Aisha. It stabbed, ripping through her robes and penetrating the side of her stomach. First slicing pain immediately overwhelmed by burning static and all her muscles tightening on the injured flesh. Her spine, her stomach, her entire body suddenly felt immobile - her muscles hardening to the point of ripping themselves apart. Aisha was struck, and fell backward.

"Girlie!" Andle spat, running forward and grabbing her. Before he had time to move a shot smashed into his jaw, sending him to the ground. Andle and Aisha both lay on the cold metal of the corridor. Andle blinked, the electricity blasting through his burnt jaw making it feel like the muscles of his face and throat were ripping each other apart. It only grazed it - it must have, he thought, as his eyes looked up and blinked. They were in a corridor. Dark metal, pipes lining one wall and musty windows lining the other - black and grey overwhelming any sunlight that came through. The sounds of electrical zaps playing over the constant chugging of what sounded like a metallic waterwheel grinding metal and fire. This was not the work of nature. This was proof that humans too could make so evil a place as the Qafar. But he wouldn't fail here. If he was gonna fail, it would be in the desert. Like his sister.

Andle managed to raise his head weakly. Soldiers were approaching, weapons drawn. Andle swallowed. "We're getting out of here," He whispered to the injured Aisha, his hand going for the electric-sword that had fallen beside him. He grabbed the instrument, and with a strain of his arm muscles he threw it against the wall, the blade embedding itself into a pipe.

Andle swallowed as another electric shot came, this one smashing into his chest - right under his heart. His body tightened, the breath ripped out of his lungs.

Another shot didn't come, as suddenly all the Wetlanders had paused, immediately beginning to back away into each other. Andle frowned before glancing at the pipe. Tiny, blue-flames had begun to spread around the sword's point of penetration. He closed his eyes as fire erupted from the pipe, consuming the walkway and blasting the wall of the corridor apart.

The windows were blasted out, the metal casing of the corridor ripped away from beneath them. By the hatch Avari was thrown backward down the hall, while Sören, Whisper, Ka'Wa, Thessir, and Musa were blasted out violantly into the dunes. Andle screamed as he covered his face, he and Aisha taking the blunt of the explosion as they too were ejected from the destroyed corridor - sent plummeting into the sands...

***

Down on the ground the already dropped escapees watched as in the distance the bottom left of the airship was consumed by fire - figures flying out from the explosion and into the ground below. "Oh god," Skullivan exhaled, before beginning to run forward up the dune - his limping form outrun by most of the other. At the top of the dune the group could see the bodies of their capture companions on the slope below.

Andle and Aisha were blackened by fire, and the dunes were dyed red from the setting sun.

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"Uncle Andle!" Bohdana shrieked, running toward the figures in the distance, smoking from the fires. Her steps were sluggish despite being the one at the head of the run, sprinting her little heart out over the dunes separating one group from the other. Shaking from fear, she tripped a few times in the sand trying to get to them, "Andle!! No, no, god..."

Boh slid in the sand as she reached his side, forgetting everyone else for now. She tenderly prodded his body to see if he were fatally injured in any way, pulling out her collection of medical supplies while wiping the burning tears away, "Hey, c'mon now you're gonna be alright," she wept, her mock strength mimicking his own whenever she had been hurt in anyway, but it didn't sound as confident as he did, "We're gonna be fine."

The young girl glanced toward the others lying in the sand--some painfully getting up, others in a state of unconsciousness. The girl Andle had dropped with was bleeding, Boh could see, but she turned back to her uncle hurriedly, "Hey, hey where are you hurt? I cant...I cant see properly, you're gonna have to tell me..."

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Andle wheezed heavily, half his face covered in black ash. "Nah it's all... it's all..." He was tired, exhaustion clear in his frail voice. "-It's all over, baby," He moved a weak hand to his tunic, pulling it free of it's button to reveal his chest. The skin by his heart was raw flesh - pink turning into bright, biological red - veins, blood, and the outline of bones pushing through the burn. It was right beneath his heart. Andle wheezed, his jaw still shaking. As he lay on the sand the man turned to Boh gently. "Don't you worry... it's gone."

The airship indeed continued to fly into the distance, it becoming a shade in the red horizon. Andle lay his head down. "It's gone."