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Whisper

Talking your way into a grave is easy. Talking your way out, now that's talent.

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

Description

"These knives are like children, they often ruin someone's day."

ImageName: Whitier Hellseher. Though she is more commonly called Whisper, due to the nature of her job.
Sex: Female
Age: 19

Physical Description: Whisper could easily be described as small. Her slim frame is soft and curved, very deceiving to the fight held within. She may have a soft shape, but donā€™t be surprised if you catch a glimpse of her lean, slim muscle when she is running for her life. Her appearance is lithe and a simple distraction from the fact that she is an a foe to be reckoned with, and she isn't afraid to exert her dominance.

Though she is naturally pale, Whisper's hands and face have been weathered by travel and battle. They've lost their youthful glow, freckled by the sun and marred by scars. Her face is usually graced with a sly smirk, like sheā€™s up to something. Nine times out of ten, she is. Behind the hood, pink, untameable waves make themselves at home. Though they are often blocked by the brim of her hat, her irises are also an unnatural shade of pink, representative of the Goddess Ghirina.

Families in the Hellseher Clan each select a patron God to honor and ask for protection. This color is used throughout the home and is represented in the members of the family as well. Adopting the color used to represent them in festivals and divine ceremonies, a child born into the house has their hair stained at birth. Once they reach their first year, a pilgrimage is set for the family to travel to the frigid waters high in the mountains where child's eyes are treated with the liquid. It is said to be the highest honor to the Gods.

Clothing: Due to the transient nature of her job, she dresses for practicality. She covers as much of her body as possible to equally protect from deadly sun, excruciating cold, or being identified by the wrong people. She is usually covered in black, but dark grays and the occasional white garments might make their way into her ensemble. No matter the time of day, if she is in public, she wears her hood and a cap.
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 100 lbs.
Skin Colour: White with near-permanent tan lines.
Hair Colour: Pink
Eye Colour: Light pink, almost white.

Occupation: Secret Keeper
History/Bio: Whisper was born in the treacherous valleys of Bola Brisk. Though she's a descendant of the founder of the settlement, Hellseherin Proper, it was anything but an easy life. Her birthright, as it is called by her people, was Secret Keeper; much to the despair of her mother. Her training was a rigorous study of general survival skills, hand to hand combat, dagger use, and concocting poisons from ingredients found throughout the desert.

Her father was the Clan Leader that made the decree for her to be a Secret Keeper, but she may be exempt. Should she be named as his successor, she'd be free to stay in Hellseherin Proper. Unfortunately, she was fairly vocal about her doubts that the Gods would continually select their family for leadership when they had so many others to choose from. Though she hadn't meant to imply corruption in her father, he took it as such as was quick to announce the Gods had decreed Vada would take his place when the time came.

With her older sister selected to be the successor to the Clan Leader, Whisper was sentenced to a transient lifestyle with no place to call home. As is the way of the Secret Keeper, she left Hellseherin with a backpack containing a small amount of money, the clothes on her back, and the weapons at her side. She's since traveled the desert, sending all but a small stipend back to her family to be distributed among the people. The Summer Bazaar is a time when a good number of Keepers meet up in Dol-Duna to compare stories over a drink and sell their 'wares'. It's the closest thing any of them have to a home.
Home Town: Hellseherin Proper
Native Clan: Hellseher Clan
Population: 2000 People total [Only around 500 people are in Hellfeherin Proper at any given time.]
Settlements: Hellseherin Proper, a small nameless settlement in Alhara.
Location: Bola Brisk Mountains, The Qafar Desert.
Description:
The Hellseherin Clan is said to be ruled by the Gods themselves. On a day to day basis, however, it is ultimately ruled by a Clan Leader. Though his family is also treated as royalty, they have no political power themselves. The Clan Leader acts as the Mouthpiece of the Gods to share their will with the people. The person to succeed the Clan Leader is also chosen by the Gods. It's probably a coincidence the Gods have favored the Hellseherin family since the creation of the clan.

Anyone could tell you Bola Brisk is impossible to farm and everyone seems to have a fundamental misunderstanding of how the power crystals work. Thus, the people of Hellseherin Proper found another way to survive. Such is human ingenuity. By Divine Intervention, as interpreted by the Clan Leader, clan members are chosen at birth to fulfill occupations in society. There are three main branches of Birthrights:

Most are trained as mercenaries and sold like livestock to the highest bidder. After the contract has been fulfilled, they return home only to be sold again. It isn't a bad life, you get to return home; even in death.

The second most common birthright is akin to clerical duties. Sure, some of these people will become doctors or fill some other important necessity. Most end up as drones carrying out manual labor. Holding the purse strings makes them very popular people. It's a safe, if boring, job that fills a necessary hole in society.

A select few 'lucky' infants are chosen to become Secret Keepers. This is a bit of a misnomer as they collect secrets to sell. Secret Keepers are meant to travel beyond the walls of Hellseherin Proper to collect secrets. During training, there are many tales of heroic Keepers attempting to go beyond the White Ruins to secure the biggest secret of all. Of course, they are called heroic as they died for the cause. A secret could mean any manner of information: stories, rumors, testimonies, anything. Once a Keeper has information, they broker deals to sell. Secret Keepers bring more money to their clan than any other position, but they also have the highest mortality rate. The kind of people that purchase information from a Keeper are usually also the kind to hire an assassin. It is a sign of disrespect for a Secret Keeper to return home before they reach old age and are cast out of the tribe. Even returning as an Elder has its drawbacks, it is said anyone who survives as a Keeper didn't do enough for the clan. It is better to die chasing nothing than living a long life.

While Hellseherin is a thriving city now, the current and past Clan Leaders have yet to see the merit in find other sources of income.

Personality: Whisper almost has a split personality. When meeting a mark: she practically radiates danger, even if she's simply standing there; leaned against the bar, hands crossed over her chest, and her head tilted just enough to make you think sheā€™s debating on killing you. She walks with a swift pride that hardly goes unnoticed. She makes no effort to hide her authority. This is her game and you are just playing in it. Her voice never breaching a whisper, sheā€™ll have gotten what she came for and left before anyone else even realizes sheā€™s there. Sheā€™s calm, collected, and calculating; always looking for her next hit.

When among friends: she has a much harder time saving face. Talking is one of her favorite activities, but her training and occupation made it difficult to speak with someone as a friend rather than goading them into sharing their darkest secrets. She hasnā€™t yet found any true friends since leaving her homeland. Bars have been a suitable source of casual interaction, but it isnā€™t enough. That said, she is the type of person to stab first, ask questions later at any hint of malice. This hasnā€™t made her very popular. Revealing her birthname is her highest sign of trust and respect.

Fears and Desires: Whisper above all else wishes to return home, if only for a short while. Her greatest fear is that she should die before seeing her parents again.

Equipment and Weapons: Sending her money home hasn't done Whisper any favors. She's carried everything she owns in one pack. Though it's a lot heavier than when she left Hellseherin, it still has room. She has a few changes of clothes, a small tent and provisions of water and food. Her pack is also equipped with supplies to make her own poisons. On a belt at her hip, she carries two daggers and a dozen throwing knives, and vials of paralytic poisons.
Styles and Abilities: Whisper relies on stealth more heavily than any other skill she has. She can get in and out of most places unseen and likes it that way. Less bloodshed is what she wants. However, if she senses any sort of danger in an interaction, she'll not hesitate to attack. Her tactic of choice is paralyzing the enemy and running. She can hold her own in a hand to hand battle, but would still prefer the element of surprise as she usually has a disadvantage on size.

So begins...

Whisper's Story

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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Uluru walked about camp, having finally took stock of what he still had on him. More or less the essentials....aside from food and drink. Thankfully, thete was at least some to spare as Uluru walked towards the fire that had been started and saw the pink haired woman, who he remembered had asked him to assist her in fighting Salamands back at the market.

"Huh, it's you, from the market, right?" Uluru askes casually as he approached. "Now that I'm starting to see familiar faces pop up all around this little gathering we've got here, I'm starting to think that the Change may have something to do with this after all," he chuckled. "Maybe we're destined to find it..." he sighed, glancing over at what was roasting on the fire. Sand rats from the looks of it. Not much in regards to taste, but it was better than nothing. The apples would help, but only a bit.

"You remember where you found those?" Uluru asked out of curiosity, as sand rats usually traveled in large colonies, foraging wherever there was an abundance of food...which this part of the desert didmt exactly have in spades.

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Whisper smiled at the familiar face that approached. She wasn't sure how long it had been since they were fighting Salamands together, but if felt as though a year had passed. So much had changed, she had changed. Her hands had done things that couldn't ever be taken back. But, Whisper didn't have time to dwell on such things at the moment. That could wait for when she tried to sleep next.

"Hey, Stranger." Whisper called, "You may have a point there. All that has happened to us seems too planned to be random. What are the chances that we would all survive a jump like that? Let alone find each other afterwards." The pink haired woman sized up the capable warrior she'd watched before. He also seemed different. Perhaps THE Change was already beginning by changing all of them.

Grabbing a plank of wood from the pile that hadn't yet burned, Whisper Slid a piece of meat from the stone onto the makeshift plate. "Well," she pondered, "I believe it was about 2 miles that way." She pointed to the south, the way she had entered into camp. "I only saw these two. They might have been scouts or stragglers of the swarm." Handing the plank to the dark man in front of her she added, "I'll go with you to search for more if you'd like."


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"No thanks, I think if these are stragglers, their pack has probably migrated far from here by now. They usually do that when chased off by something..." Uluru noted, trailing off. "But in this case, it was probably the commotion caused by the airship...probably," he shrugged.

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The thick cotton-mix smell of smoke washed in and out of Thessir's senses with the gusts of wind. As he grew aware of the new day he could feel it pass over him, hot bits of ash falling on his skin and flying off a second later. The sound of relentless burning could be heard, Thessir opening his eyes to reveal the bright-sunlight shinning through the burning roof of his tent, black and grey curls of smoke blasting out like a raging furnace. His hut was on fire.

Outside Skullivan lazily opened his eyes. A burning hut in the distance was the first thing he saw. "Thessir?" Skullivan began, suddenly snapping awake as he scrambled to his feet. "THES-" Suddenly a blast of fire smashed at his feet, igniting into the air as it hit the sand. Skullivan stumbled back, looking up to where the shot had come from.

His eyes trailed up the wall of the dune, where at the top a figure stood - covered head to two in desert coverings and a thick hood. The figure held some sort of rifle in hand - a fire-launcher, connected to a large three-crystal generator in the sand beside them. "Good morning!" The figure called down from the sunlight, causing launching a few more fire-shots around the camp - they exploding upon impact with the sand and rocking the entire group into awakeness.

"You guys don't look so good!" The figure began as a small, wheeled robot came into view at their feet. From the mechanical creature's back a jug of water balanced. The figure pulled the jug out and casually poured it onto themselves, drinking it messily as liquid splashed down their robes. After a few moments the figure stopped even pretending to drink the water, emptying the rest into the ground.

Skullivan frowned as a few drops rolled down the top of the dune. His lips were very dry.

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Uluru instinctively woke up as the sounds and smells of sputtering flame ignited his hut. Quickly rolling out before the whole thing came crashing down in a blaze, he looked outside to see the whole camp being set ablaze.

The arsonist in question a figure in the distance, basically wasting water. "You get all kinds in Qatar..." Uluru muttered, drawing his sword in one hand and reaching towards the crystals on his belt in another, before speaking louder, "From the look of it, he could be a raider..." Uluru glanced over at the fire launching assailant and shouted over the dunes at him. "We don't have anything you want! Leave us be!"

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Uluru quickly tossed his cloak to the ground as it was set ablaze and stomped it into the sand to douse it's fires. "You think of the Wetlanders as paragon of right and wrong?" He growled, frustrated at the state of his favorite cloak. "That's your first mistake..."

Uluru raised his glove, the crystal powering it causing it to glow yellow, but as he raised his hand at their attacker, he fired off a quick shot at the robot instead, causing a small explosion to go off near the Arsonist.

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Mirova glanced up at Jake handed her the linen. With a grunt she began to tie it over her torso. "Aklar is big, the gate to the south - our journey for the Change can start in ernest there. But Clan Meltsand..." She licked her lips as she adjusted her hood. "I'd avoid it if at all possible, but-" With a sigh she turned, looking over the very tired camp - desperate to move to shelter. "-they don't have much of a choice."

***

The sun shone high above as the team marched above the dunes - Jake leading the pack, Skullivan bundled in his cloak following. The path out the camp had been dune after dune, no more a sign of civilization in one direction than another - but Jake seemed to know where to go. Skullivan squinted as ahead Jake had stopped at the peak of a dune, looking over the sands before marching forward again. He didn't trust Mirova or Jake, but as Mirova said, they didn't have much of a choice.

Skullivan glanced behind him, as Mirova's self-moving wagon chugged forward unevenly on the sand - the Nomad Mir herself and several of the injured positioned on it. "So what exactly is this Clan Meltsand?" Skullivan commented, more to the whole group than anyone in particular, as he stumbled in the sand behind Jake. "Why is Aklar so much better?"

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Uluru leaned his head back against the wall of the carriage, watching over Mirova as she lay injured from their scuffle in the sands a day ago. Despite their efforts to get a move on, everyone seemed largely tired from yesterday's events and Uluru couldn't blame them. Nary a word had been spoken since then, but his impatience had grown and now he felt was the time to ask. ..."Nomad...nomad, wake up," he state, nudging the sleeping Mirova in the arm with his foot as she drooled on the floor of her own wagon.

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"Not lava," Jake corrected. "Meltsand." He glanced up at the sun from under his hat, and then adjusted the wide-brimmed view. "We're making good time, we'll probably reach the town by nightfall. But we've passed into the boundaries of the Clan, so it's possibly we'll run into a scouting group. In fact..."

Jake paused, and raised his voice. "Listen, all of you. If we run into the Meltsand clan, keep your heads down and let me do the talking. They happen to know me, so we should be able to get by without fighting. I don't want any of rushing off into the dunes and attempting to snipe them, or doing some other stupid act that will get us all killed, since I'm quite aware that several of you are capable and willing to do that."

Shaking his head, Jake turned and kept walking, taking a small sip from the canteen at his waist.

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The sun lowered down to kiss the sandy horizon, turning the sky into a fiery orange around the group who trundled along among the lengthening shadows of the dunes towering above them in sections. They mostly stuck to low ground because of the rusty wagon that rattled along. Climbing the dunes wasn't exactly a meager task, especially for exhausted, lost wanderers pulling along a cart, but Bohdana had a particular trick for doing it without exerting much energy.

Boh had separated herself from the group after the small argument she had a part in. She felt frustrated and sad - the sight of the sunset not helping with her mood. Just a day earlier, at this very time, she had lost her beloved uncle and her only remaining family to the sands. How could he, she thought angrily while tears pricked her eyes, how could he leave her like this. Surrounded by a group of strangers, one of which had attempted to kill her, the other smashing her only reason to keep going into the grains. Most frustratingly of all; leaving her with an impossible task.

She kicked the sand bitterly, watching the fog of yellow drift off into the wind. How could he leave her like this. It wasn't fair.

A thought popped into her head as she caught sight of Jake up ahead, shadowed by a particularly large dune beside them. She stopped for a moment and pulled a strange sort of metal board attached to her pack beside the rifle. In a swift movement Boh had twisted a small Taqa from her pouch into a little hole on one of the ends and in an instant the sand-glider powered to life.

The girl stepped onto the sand-glider while slinging her pack over her shoulders and, without speaking to the others, drifted upside the large dune of sand. As the wind blew her hairs over her face she looked out from the top, seeking a vantage point.

Almost instantly, Boh spotted the Meltsand camp in the distance.

Hundreds - perhaps thousands of tents dotted a vast expanse of sand in obscured patterns, but most notably she recognized metal vehicles and some other types of strange contraptions - catapults, batarams, large guns that looked like the smaller one Mirova carried. War machines. The whole place was like a military encampment. Bohdana swallowed and squinted down to the group below the dune, her young voice being carried in the wind, "Clan Meltsand is just up ahead!"

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The warriors of Clan Meltsand stood and watched as Jake stepped forward, their eyes narrowing as tthe Cowboy-Ninja stating his title before them. The burning war-machines and metallic contraptions of the clan surrounded him, spears and fire-blasters in hand of the warriors as the awkward silence of the interaction droned on.

From the top of the dune Skullivan squinted. "Did it... did it work?" He whispered, glancing over to his companions. At his words the camp below erupted into chaos, the warriors immediately smashing Jake's legs in with finely crafted metallic clubs. Skullivan gasped as the warriors piled onto their guide, repeatedly beating him as a war-horn blew.

"This is bad," Skullivan gasped, crawling away from the dune-top and back toward the wagon. "This is very bad!" The Wetland traitor began to sprint toward the front of the wagon, determined to get the motor revving again. "IN FACT! I'M THINKING WE SHOULD LEAVE!" He screamed as he ran, sanding kicking up to his feet.

Suddenly a fire-shot smashed at his feet, stopping Skullivan in his tracks. From the direction of the setting sun a handful of Metlsand warriors stepped forward - only four or five total, having flanked the dune, but with fearsome weapons in hand. One of them, a tall man with dark brown hair and a scruffy beard beneath red face paint, stepped forward - blue eyes examining the group closely. "Step back!" He called, his voice hoarse. "All of ya'll step back! My name is Slatheurian of Clan Meltsand, what is your business sneaking up on us?"

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"It wasn't our intent to sneak upon you and your war party, Clan Meltsand..." Uluru greeted with a respectful nod. "We were merely lost in the Qafar and stumbled upon your clan in the hopes of finding food and shelter. The cowboy ninja led us here..."

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"That cowboy son of a Sandworm?" Slatheurian hissed, his eyes lighting up at the name. He pulled out a metal club - it finely engraved designs and words from the Meltsand's heritage. "You best hope you and him aren't too close." Slatheurian aimed his club at Skullivan, who backed away slowly toward Uluru, Elise, Sƶren, Mirova, Rusten & Dustin who stood outside the wagon. "Now let's see who we got in here!" Slatheurian laughed as his guards surrounded the wagon.

"Those are our injured, they need serious help," Mirova spoke. "We were taken upon by Clan Aklar - ambushed and attacked."

With a glance at the stateswoman the lanky Meltsander marched to the entrance of the wagon and jumped in. "Looky here, pretty-thing not so good health," Slatheurian laughed as he stepped into the wagon, his weight shifting the balance as he stood over Musa. "Like those golden eyes- and what we got here," He said, glancing to the injured Whisper. "Pink hair - you some sort of witch?" He hissed, his teeth forming in a smile. "We got those too."

Slatheurian took a heavy step down the wagon toward Thessir. "A bit pale for the sun, ain't ya boy?" He smirked, glancing past him to the injured Aisha - still clearly in a pain. "And you, pretty lady, a bit too sickly," Slatheurian hissed.

"Let us go, we are no threat to you," Mirova called from outside.

"Can you prove that?" Slatheurian called, turning to her. "Can any of ya'll prove you're not spies for Clan Aklar? Huh?"