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“ I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. ”
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Post by NAMÁRIË on May 8, 2014 5:47:56 GMT
| the fire when it comes | She can find little in this land of worth. She longs for Seheron, redolent and in bloom even in winter. Always a shattering of color in the corner of your eye, although the foolish think the fog blankets everything.
The fog is their punishment and their tool, but it cannot mask Seheron's beauty entirely. All you have to do is look.
But Namarie looks and looks--there is nothing to do but look as she walks steadily toward the mercenary camp--and she sees nothing. Grass. Large, jagged outcrops of rock that dot the horizon with great frequency; pools of water that are either very large ponds or very small lakes. Her tongue is heavy and swollen in her mouth with thirst, and she stops at one for a moment to drink. She splashes water on her face and stares at her reflection.
She appears the same as she ever has. She walks on.
She tries to remember what she was told about this group, these "Flying Nugs". Whatever a nug is. Apparently they fly. A type of bird, maybe. She likes birds. She used to scuttle from branch to branch in the forests and snatch eggs out of nests, coming back to the fire with an armful of food for everyone. When they could catch a parrot, though, that was a real treat. She'd seen her mother snatch one out of the air by its wing before.
No parrots here. A few crows circle above her, and then fly off. The sky grows darker and mist starts to roll in over the ground. That, at least, is familiar. She can see smoke rising in the distance.
If it's the group she's after, it's fine. If it's not, she'll find out who they are. Namarie presses into a stand of trees clustered together and peeks around the trunk of one towards the smoke, trying to see what lies before her.
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QUNARI
“ a bird, caught in the wires ”
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Post by jay on May 13, 2014 20:25:24 GMT
Jay had always preferred to spend her time off in aimless rest or movement, but it appeared it would not be so. While Danica and a handful of the other dwarves (most of the group that was here was, after all, made up of surface dwarves) drank and sang around the campfire, Cliff insisted on teaching Jay new tricks a little ways away, just far enough to still have light to see. “And that is how you can make a shrapnel trap with a handful of scrap metal and a wire.” The kossith woman was crouched beside him, and she still had to look down at the human man when his booming voice rang out into the air. He was … so very proud of himself, and her hand lowered from where her chin had rested on it when she glanced over his creation. “Is there a specific situation you are worried about me running into, Cliff?”“One where you don’t have wire on you.”She exhaled sharply in a short and smothered laugh, but smiled as she quickly tapped him on the shoulder with the back of her hand. “I do not need such things.” He wavered on his heels a little, but did not topple over; Jay had been careful. She heard the newest group of elves whispering from the darker part of the camp, though she could not make out words. They were new, so she did not yet know their names. Siblings the the group had plucked out of an alienage while Jay was elsewhere, or so Danica had told her. Sometimes the beloved group leader was as much a storyteller as Cliff. Jay tore her gaze from the campfire and back to the singular token human of the group. “ You were speaking.” A lapse in attention. The human rolled his eyes and made a point of enunciating, as if that had been the issue. “Just because you don’t have to use traps doesn’t mean you shouldn’t, Jay.”The kossith simply rolled her shoulders in a shrug and stood with a short, “Perhaps,” before moving away with several deliberate steps and a stretch. The human had a tendency to take longer than he was aware of with such creations. NAMÁRIËcoded by electric of gangnam style |
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ELF
“ I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. ”
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Post by NAMÁRIË on May 16, 2014 4:41:00 GMT
| the fire when it comes | Namarie stills at the sight of the qunari and the human bent together, her fingers digging into bark until she can feel the sudden scrape of pain. She hates herself for the weakness, the hesitation. This isn't Seheron--every cell in her body knows this isn't Seheron--and out here, the qunari is only another warrior. She isn't anything to fear. She isn't anything--
Namarie steps forward from the trees, her jaw set as she advances forward, into the camp's line of sight. This isn't Seheron. There is nothing shameful in hiding when your enemy is stronger than you, in being cunning when you are overmatched, but this isn't Seheron. She is playing by different rules, now. This is the chance she had begged her mother for on hands and knees. The chance to cheat, the chance to finally win a rigged game.
"Hello," she calls out. Her voice doesn't waver. "I'm looking for a group called the Flying Nugs."
She wonders if they keep nugs in cages at the camp, like some sort of mascot. It's a silly thought, but it crosses her mind regardless, and she can't unstick the image. She wonders if nugs can sing, or talk back like parrots can.
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QUNARI
“ a bird, caught in the wires ”
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Post by jay on May 17, 2014 7:21:22 GMT
A stillness swept over the camp when the lone elf came into view, calling out. At her words, though, one of the dwarves from the campfire jumps to her feet with a, “No-!” that carries some as she takes a moment to not, well, topple over, canteen in hand. Once the woman caught her balance, she ran a hand over the top of dark messy hair caught in a loose ponytail, before pointing at the elf. “Nooo. We are,” There’s a long pause, and she has frozen almost as if from sheer desperation before stomping a foot and waving her arms, “The Bronto Beaters! We’re the Bronto Beaters!”The human stopped midway of disassembling the trap and looked up with a, “Danica ..”“The Obsidian Dragons!” A bald dwarf next to her with a mark across his face much larger than the one on Danica’s cheek started laughing. She paused, catching Cliff’s gaze and protesting. “I’m not going to say no to her, I just-!”
Danica turned to the new elven woman, hands outstretched, “The Red Irons?” Another dwarven woman who was still sitting rested a hand on Danica’s arm. “I ... think that one’s already taken.”Jay forced the small smile from her face with a forced cough; they were in company, after all. She straightened and took a step forward, her own voice carrying over the dwarf's protests. “We are the ones you are looking for.” The kossith woman didn’t have to look at Danica to know the look of betrayal she was now on the receiving end of. NAMÁRIËcoded by electric of gangnam style |
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ELF
“ I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. ”
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Post by NAMÁRIË on May 19, 2014 13:04:48 GMT
| the fire when it comes | "The Bronto Beaters," Namarie mouthed silently after the dwarf as she sputtered her way through a list of names. Was this a test? Was she supposed to say something? Did she have the wrong group?
Well, a mercenary group was a mercenary group. It didn't matter who they were, as long as she could hire them. But she did lose a measure of bristling anxiety she hadn't even realized was dogging her when the qunari confirmed that yes, they were the Flying Nugs. Namarie tried to keep herself from gazing around the campsite inquisitively. It was rude. Although she didn't hear any birds.
"I um," she started eloquently, trying not to look at the qunari with relief. "I want to hire you to reclaim my homeland. Are you currently under contract with anyone else?"
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QUNARI
“ a bird, caught in the wires ”
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Post by jay on May 20, 2014 9:15:34 GMT
Danica slumped back down with a groan and a muttering about how she was going to die with that sodding name attached to her hip, but Jay’s gaze remained on the elf. The vashoth had grown still, trying to assess the elf. Surely she was not travelling alone; such things had never been safe, and could only be worse now. If she was alone, to have made it thus far conveyed that she must be a skilled fighter. If she wasn’t alone, what reason would her allies have to hide? When the woman spoke, stumbling some over her words, Danica scoffed and finally drew Jay’s attention. “Yeah, sure, and what’re you offering that’d be worth throwing my crew against Chantry and Orlesian blades?” The dwarven woman was clearly assuming that this new elf meant the Dales when she said homeland. And why not, considering that’s where they were? NAMÁRIËcoded by electric of gangnam style |
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