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  1. IC: Dornak (Atero, Red Star Inn) - Pick up Those Eaves ‘Needs to make it to Tajun-’ Oh no - they were looking at him. Two options. Option one - bolt out of the inn without even touching the drinks, increase chance of survival, but look incredibly suspicious. Option two - make conversation and see if they knew anything, decrease chance of survival, but not look as suspicious and possibly gain more info. Gulp. “Aaaah… excuse me, Glatorian?” He tried to make auditory contact over the hubbub of the Red Star. “C-could I speak with you? It’s about your village!” @Techn0geist @Snelly
  2. IC: Dornak and Lutenus (Atero, Red Star Inn) - Liquid Courage Deciding he’d need at least a few drinks in his system before heading off to Roxtus, Dornak slithered inside the Red Star Inn. “Heyyy, sorry to interrupt your night, don’t suppose you’re the mystery driver of the auto-buggy outside are ya?” “Huh? Yeah that’s me. You need to get somewhere fast?” His eyes wandered off to the source of the conversation… an Iron Glatorian? Here? Now? Did they know what had happened? “Erm, I’ll have a couple of… those.” He grabbed the attention of the one attending the bar, pointing at the drinks another bargoer (Karak) was having. He then tried to make it look like he wasn’t eavesdropping on the two Tesarans, specifically the one who seemed to be with the Ferrumite… Meanwhile, Lorqua would soon find herself joined by Lutenus. “Why hello there. Lorqua, I presume? Could I sit with you for a moment?” His cybernetic eye seemed tense, whirring as its aperture shrunk. @Techn0geist @Snelly @Morgan Yu @oncertainty IC: Vraek (Streets of Atero) - Points in Calligraphy “Oh! Is there something I can do for you?” Thank the Ice Lord, something else to take her mind off it. Perhaps there’d be no need for the inn after all… “If it’s an autograph, I’m afraid you’ll need your own ink and parchment.” @That Matoran with a Vahi IC: Taldrix (Bone Hunter Stronghold, Outside Somnii’s Cell) - Taking Stock Taldrix marched to the holding cell where their ‘honoured guest’ was residing. “Item… Somnii, Agori female, Iron Tribe, leader.” She began scribbling in her notes. “Unusually young for her position…” She looked up from her parchment, peering into the cell bars, examining the item more closely… @a goose
  3. IC: Dornak (North of Vulcanus, south of the Skrall River) - The Devil You Know Ferrum had fallen. Well, this wasn’t liable to go well for anyone in Vulcanus, least of all him. If the Skrall heard that Ferrum had gone to the sands and that he hadn’t told them… the sight of their buzzsaw shields was burnt into his mind. They looked sharp. He didn’t do well with sharpy bits poked into him. Besides, whatever had happened to Ferrum has a chance of happening to its neighbours. Therefore, Rock Tribe spy or no, the logical decision was not to investigate the crisis like some sort of idiot. No, the best thing to do was get as far away from the danger zone as possible. As soon as the news reached his ears, Dornak made his excuses, departed Vulcanus as quick as he could, and began heading north on his Thornatus. If anyone asked - nobody would ask, but in case anybody did - he was going to Atero to see the Games. He was most certainly not gonna tell Roxtus about Ferrum. Even if he was, what was the problem? The Skrall didn’t get out much, if he didn’t tell ‘em about the… whatever had happened, who would? Should he have stuck around longer, to make sure he actually knew what was going on? No, no - this was definitely the best course of action, and he definitely wasn’t telling himself that because heading back would look suspicious and, as said, take him further towards an unknown danger in the stead of a known one. The Skrall were a nasty lot, but they were gonna win, everyone knew it, and at least he knew what their deal was, rather than whatever had hit Ferrum. What if it were a natural disaster? How was he gonna cozy up to an earthquake? You’d need- “WHAT THE-?!” A caravan being pulled by a particularly nasty looking Spikit - though Spikit always looked particularly nasty - appeared out of nowhere and almost caused him to have an accident. His sharpened instinct for avoiding painful, horrible death made him swerve out of the way just in time, and through the plumes of kicked up sand he got a good look at the person at the front guiding them… Ash Agori. Bloody grave-robbing psychopaths, every single one of ‘em. When Dornak died - hopefully in the distant future, in his bed, when death was a mercy - he at least wanted the dignity of burial, not having his stuff filched and his innards cooked for supper, or whatever they did in that cliffside abattoir of theirs. The driver must have noticed his feelings on his face, as they flashed an evil looking grin as they went past. Dornak put his foot on the gas, and began speeding back to Atero as fast as his Thornatus would take him, the roar of the engine drowning out the snarls of the Spikit. Better the devil you know… better the devil you know… IC: Maxas (North-east of Tajun, the Skrall River) - With Friends Like These… They said that the river was once an actual river. Stories are told that precious water once sprung plentiful from the Great Volcano like it were a fountain, through the winding, jagged terrain of the Black Spike Mountains, heading south-west straight through Atero, before eventually pooling at Sandray Canyon. Of course, history was written by Agori, and Agori were deceitful, self-interested, and prone to embellishment. The Skrall River may have once been a true river, running water instead of sand, but the truth was likely to lost to time… and if it had been a river, no doubt it had been the work of the Skrall that defiled it… or the Element Lord of Sand! Or the Vorox and Zesk - they weren’t the animals everyone else thought they were! Everyone else may choose to willfully blind but such a life wasn’t for Maxas… hence, why they all seemed to have it out for him… “MAXAS!” How else could this be explained? “Oooh, it’s so good to see you! I don’t, uh, suppose I could convince you to-” The water merchant slammed the brakes on his Cendox, and after a moment of being confused, Dornak did the same on his Thornatus. Engines died as the sand the two vehicles thrust up into the air fell back down to rejoin the endless desert. Dornak apparently thought this meant Maxas had accepted whatever he was about to ask, as he dismounted his vehicle, chuckling. “Ahahahah… you know, you could… you could’a just slowed down!” He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. “I mean… that kinda increases the risk of accident-” Without warning, Maxas leapt off his Cendox, brandishing his war hammer. Dornak resembled a panicked Zesk, with enlarged eyes as he backed away towards his Thornatus. “N-now, l-l-let’s - let’s not - if this is about the last Games, I swear, I thought the odds were-” Wordlessly, staring daggers, Maxas kept forcing Dornak back towards his vehicle until his back was pressed against it. Before Dornak could leap back on, Maxas suddenly grabbed hold of him and threw him down on the sand beside them. The Fire Agori continued his involuntary Zesk impression as he scurried backwards on his bottom, away from the crazy man with the hammer. “I’m onto you, you little guzzler-” A grievous insult among Tajunians, meaning one who drank water too greedily. “I know exactly what your play is.” “I-I-I-I-” Dornak suddenly thrust himself back to his feet, though the effort he spent doing this instead of keeping on backing up meant that he was suddenly within hammering range. “I assure you, you got it all wrong, it’s not-” “Oh yes - I know that we’ve suddenly ‘lost contact’ with Ferrum. I know you’re in Raanu’s pocket, going around, spreading the ‘official story’-” “‘RAANU?!’” Dornak cried incredulously. “I’ve never even MET Raanu! Have YOU ever met Scodonius!?” “Blaming every single problem you have on the Ash Tribe… and ME, of course. You think I’m as stupid as the rest of them?! The links in this chain are OBVIOUS - Raanu works with Scodonius, Scodonius works with Berix, Berix works with Metus, Metus works with the Skrall, the Skrall work with-” “I DON’T WORK FOR THE SKRALL!” Dornak blurted out. “PLEASE, PLEASE PUT THE HAMMER DOWN - I JUST WANT A DRINK OF WATER!” Maxas stared at Dornak for a moment, as if his eyes were going to extend out of their socket to take a closer look at the wretched miscreant… and then, he suddenly relaxed, holstered his hammer, and walked back to his Cendox. “Oh, very well then… after all, if you SAY IT then it MUST be true…” Dornak breathed a sigh of relief as Maxas went into passive-aggressive mode rather than simply aggressive. “Th-thanks, Maxie! L-look, th-this ‘chain’... I’m not in on it!” “Mm-hmm.” Maxas grunted, preparing Dornak’s drink. He made sure it wasn’t one of the poisonous or acidic ones… if he killed Dornak, they’d know he was onto them… besides, Dornak was his ‘man on the inside’, as it were. And of course, the best way to Dornak’s heart was to threaten him with bodily harm. “N-no, really! I mean, you and I… we’re mates, pals, chums!” “Mm.” “I mean, us little guys, all Bara Magna out to get us - we gotta stick together!” “As you say…” “And, ergo, being on the same team and all, we should-” “Pay up, Dornak.” Suppressing a groan, Dornak very quickly got out the coin and exchanged it for the drink he was hoping he could coax from Maxas for free. “We never had this conversation.” “Yes we didn’t - er, no we didn’t…” Dornak looked northward with intent, so Maxas would also look northward and thus wouldn’t notice Dornak dusting the sand off his backside. “So… off to Atero to sell water at the Games?” Maxas narrowed his eyes in suspicion… but this was a reasonable inference for Dornak to make, so it didn’t prove anything. “Something like that…” “Right! So, safety and numbers and all, we should-” “You’re driving in front of me.” “O-of course! Of course! Of course…” The two Agori re-mounted their vehicles, Thornatus ahead of Cendox, and sped off, following the Skrall River northward to the capital, both wondering why the world seemed to out to get them… IC: Lutenus (Streets of Atero) - I’ve Got My Eye on You Atero. Jewel of the desert. Host to the Games, where the mighty Glatorian would face each other in glorious combat for their village’s glory. “Oh, erm - Glatorian of Tesara!” The water merchant said, as he caught sight of a muscular figure in green with a menacing mechanical eye approaching his recently parked Cendox, which meant he was either about to be robbed, intimidated, or patronized, in either meaning of the word. Or Dornak had already managed to betray him within minutes of their arrival. “In need of refreshment?” Where had Dornak gone off to in such a hurry, anyway? “Quite so.” With the barest hint of a smile, Lutenus placed the requisite coin on the hood of the vehicle, his smile widening as he delighted in one of the metal pieces began spinning on its edge for a few seconds before settling down. The merchant seemed to eye the coins, as if trying to appraise their authenticity, before handing him the agreed upon ‘refreshment.’ “Here you go, sir…” “Ahah - Lutenus, please.” The Glatorian said, taking the bottle off Maxas’ hands, sloshing the water around as he tilted it around in his hand. “‘Sir’ is a little too formal for my tastes. For that matter, so is ‘Glatorian of Tesara. You may refer to me as Glatorian Lutenus, if decorum is a necessity-” “It is in this business - water. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it. In days past, men would slaughter one another merely for the promise of a few drops.” The way the merchant smiled seemed off, as if he didn’t really feel like talking, but did so for his customer’s sake. Lutenus nodded, pretending to care, as he took the lid off the bottle. Indeed, people did die over this, continued to die other it, and a great deal many other things. Sooner or later, they’d have to accept that unification was a necessity. Of course, that meant one village over all others - an equal partnership was what they had now, after all. And at the end of the day, being placed in the heart of the desert, adjacent to Atero, there was only one viable candidate. Maxas didn’t like the way his customer was looking at him - his smile was transparently false, as were most smiles that came his way. What concerned him more was that accursed eye, that looked like it was staring through his flesh and into his spirit. He tried to ignore it, but the way his cybernetic eye whirred and clicked and buzzed unnerved him. Then, he drank the water right there and then. As he turned away to drink, Maxas saw it. A strange, mechanical artifice, attached to the back of his head… no, it was IN his head, flesh and bone giving way to metal. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to be in operation, unlike the eye, the aperture of which was closing and opening in a regular pattern. He recognized the handiwork - Celrys. The mad mechanist who kept trying to convince people to replace their body parts with cold, unfeeling machinery… and who kept succeeding. This Glatorian was clearly a true believer in his madness, if he let those Celtech lunatics lodge one of their dangerous pet projects in his skull. The eye suddenly turned to face the merchant, who jolted in surprise. “Do my enhancements disturb you?” The faintest hint of amused derision crept into the Glatorian’s voice. “...Is it… pardon me for asking, but is that device in your brain?” He asked, nervously. The grin he gave wasn’t very reassuring. “I assure you, it’s perfectly safe.” It wasn’t, of course. But no great advance was taken without great risk or sacrifice. And it was no business of this lowly materialist, in any case. “Hmmm.” Maxas didn’t seem convinced. The eye still kept whirring, as Lutenus stared at Maxas, his lidless cyber eye imposed upon him. “Men may kill for water…but water keeps you alive. Tradition won’t quench your thirst, sake your hunger, or save your life. You won’t be needing it where we’re going…” And with his ominous warning for the day delivered, Lutenus took the remainder of the drink with him. What an odd man, Maxas thought to himself, as he made doubly sure these coins weren’t counterfeit… IC: Vraek (Streets of Atero) - When in Doubt… Though imperfect, the way of the Glatorian had kept peace in the desert for as long as anyone could remember. The opportunity to do battle within the Arena Magna, fighting for the good of your tribe and tribesmen was a great honour. So why did Vraek feel nothing but shame? She knew why, of course. The slaves. The dealings with the Bone Hunters. And whatever unspoken deeds Metus and his entourage had certainly done behind closed doors. It made all of it feel… hollow, and sullied. But Metus was not Iconox, and neither was Vraek. No singular person made a tribe, or determined its purpose. These dishonourable actions would not taint the Ice Tribe as a whole forever, just as Metus could not rule forever. Her victory or defeat here would have little impact on the tribe’s agenda as a whole. Speaking of dishonour - she saw him. Lutenus. The cyborg. Drink of water in hand, just to make him seem more evil. His lifeless, clockwork eye turned to look at her, and for a moment, she felt as if she was back in the White Quartz as a chill passed over her. Lutenus tried to stifle his amusement as the ‘pure’ Ice Glatorian recoiled. “Oh dear, Vraek, is something the matter?” He said with a dung-eating grin, knowing fully what ‘the matter’ was. He tilted his head so she could somewhat see the processor. “Nothing whatsoever. How have you been? Has that device in your skull given you any trouble?” “Rather the opposite, in fact. I have been doing rather wonderfully as of late. And you? I see you’ve neglected to take my advice… or pay attention to what’s happening around you, as usual.” The eye made strange noises as it panned down to Vraek’s feet and very slowly made its way up. “Though admittedly, your choice to remain ‘stock,’ as it were, has its…” He searched for the right word. “Perks, aesthetically.” “I don’t need toys to see clearly, freak.” Vraek hissed, dropping all pretense of civility. Lutenus rolled his eyes - which made the metal one make a whirring noise - and clicked his tongue. “And here I was, hoping for a civil conversation. But then, what can you expect, from associates of Hunters?” Fuming, Vraek glared at Lutenus, trying to suppress the urge to rip that thing out of his skull and make him eat it. “That is not my doing-” “No, of course not - well, I must be off then! I hope you at least have fun in the arena. That’s all that matters in the end, isn’t it?” Lutenus stepped away, but kept his eye on Vraek, not fully trusting her to not attack him while his back was turned which was also very insulting for her. Her hand balled into a fist… and then slackened. Ultimately, Lutenus’ choice to desecrate his body and essentially cheat in the arena was his own… and Iconox was exploiting those with choice robbed from them. Whatever. Let him and the others keep their precious tools. They would inevitably fail them when they needed them the most, she was certain of it… Doubt raced in her mind. Was she going to fail Iconox when they needed her the most? When in doubt, drown it out… where was the nearest inn? IC: Skrall (Roxtus, Parade Grounds) - He Is Skrall One Skrall had thoughts on this subject. These games that the southerners played. They battle for glory and material gain. Not so different from Skrall. Why did Leader Tirveus scorn it? Unimportant. He is Skrall. Skrall do not question. Preparations must be made. Training. He had heard that the southerners do not purposefully kill in their arenas. He hoped that this was not the case. Defeat in training was one thing, but there were true stakes to this contest. A warrior chosen to participate who failed would know life worse than death. They would either claim their own life or offer it up to the desert. The southerners were cruel indeed, if what he had heard was true. Conquest would save them. IC: Taldrix (Bone Hunter Stronghold) - And You May Find Yourself Living in a Shotgun Shack Not Hunters. Gatherers. The item screamed as the nails were planted into his face. He howled in pain. His low pain tolerance would have to be noted. This one was sub–standard. Taldrix noted this down. Well, that was the last of them. All slaves tagged and accounted for. At this rate, they would soon surpass their quota for this month… How had it come to this? She made a stop at where the Rock Steeds were kept to feed Nuth, her only real companion, before continuing on schedule. She needed to check the special item recovered. She was clearly in no condition to be sold, but she still needed to be catalogued. Procedure must be maintained. They were not the savages they claimed they were. She could still hear him screaming. Her hands turned to the Spice she kept with her- No, she needed to remain focused. They were Gatherers. Not Hunters. There was nothing wrong here. Nothing at all. The only thing wrong was that she was here, and not home. This, all of this, was beneath her! Forced to live and scrounge like Zesk! Curse the Skrall! May they skewer themselves on the Black Spikes! IC: Xyde (Precipere, Guardhouse) - Ashes to Ashes… Apart from almost becoming roadkill as a result of a particularly inattentive motorist, the journey beyond the safety of Precipere to retrieve more medical supplies went as well as could be expected - given that they’d utterly failed to retrieve said supplies in question. Zin and Zyn had to be calmed down after that little incident, but at least the look on that Fire Agori’s face was worth it as he zoomed by… That being said, they tried to avoid any further encounters with the Vulcanians on the road back to Precipere. Yes, leaving them to rot in a pit while their possessions go to waste is the best way to honour the dead. Clearly. As the wagon strode onto the edge of Precipere, Xyde dismounted and threw Zin and Zyn another pair of treats. One for each of them - they would be too busy eating theirs to fight over the other’s. They searched for Somok, eventually finding him and Salwa in the guardhouse. Arguing. Shocking, shocking they’d tell you. They sighed, and braced themself for what came next. “OK, so… I didn’t get the herbs I told you were absolutely necessary that I leave the village for. How has your day been?” They very quickly changed the subject, hoping that Somok would continue to be mad about whatever he was currently mad about instead of being mad at Xyde. @Nato G @Geardirector
  4. Name: Dornak Species: Agori Affiliation: Fire Tribe (Secretly working for Rock Tribe) Gender: Male, he/him Appearance: A small, shrinking figure in dark red armour with yellow eyes. Personality: If you’re looking for trouble, you should head in the opposite direction of where Dornak is going. While not particularly selfish or heartless, any threat to Dornak’s well-being overrides any other concerns he has. Indeed, this unfortunate strain of cowardice has led to him doing various odd jobs, the oddest of which is becoming a secret informant for the Skrall, even if he’d rather not have anything to do with the brutal, imperialistic, strangely hung-up on gender Rock Tribe. Equipment: A small sword, for when begging doesn’t work. Vehicle: Thornatus - For the sole purpose of escape, when necessary. [Vehicle approved by BULiK] Weakness: Spine Sold Separately - There’s virtually no fight or flight instinct here - only flight, all the time. Dornak is willing to go to sickening lengths to save his own skin, despite whatever moral qualms he might have. That said, if backed into a corner, he might not be as harmless as his behaviour suggests. Name: Maxas Species: Agori Affiliation: Water Tribe Gender: Male, he/him Appearance: An honest water tradesman with an honest face, light blue armour and suspicious, frenzied pale blue eyes. Personality: With Tajun’s criminal underworld being actively cultivated by its leadership, naturally, the honest members of society will feel somewhat alienated and fearful. Maxas, however, always felt alienated and fearful. He may appear calm and collected at first, but it’s an act - he’s utterly convinced that he’s always being watched, and that everyone is out to get him - his tribe, the other tribes, the Skrall, the Bone Hunters, the Element Lords, the Vorox and Zesk, the Spikit, the Sand Stalkers, the Sand Bats, the sand, his mother, his tribe again… Equipment: Maxas always carries bottles of his product on him… well, they’re mostly his product. Some are poisonous, some are actually a caustic acid. The bottles have tiny differences in colour so he knows which is which… hopefully. He also carries a war hammer. He’s made sure it’s not been sabotaged. Vehicle: Kaxium - Specialized for the quick transport of water, the side-car designed to carry strapped down containers of the element. [Vehicle approved by BULiK] Weakness: They’re Watching Me! - Though he tries to pretend otherwise, Maxas’ paranoia means he believes he’s perpetually under surveillance even in the empty expanse of the desert. Believing that everyone else is disloyal and treacherous, means that he must also be disloyal and treacherous, even when it’s in his best interests not to be. Name: Lutenus Species: Glatorian Affiliation: Jungle Tribe Gender: Male, he/him Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, clad in pale green armour with crimson eyes. adorned with a cybernetic device wedged in his skull and a red robotic eye. Personality: Soft-spoken, polite, cultured, and utterly ruthless, believing that Tesara has a divine right through the Element Lord of Jungle to rule the desert. While outwardly affable and friendly, Lutenus will do whatever he believes is necessary to the Jungle Tribe’s best interests. As for his own interests, convinced that cybernetics are the future, Lutenus aspires to become more machine than man, and believes that others should share this desire, firm in his notion that this is the best strategy to overcome the inevitable conflict with the Skrall menace. Equipment: In the arena or on the battlefield, Lutenus dual-wields Thornax Launcher and an exquisitely crafted axe known as Treesplitter. Cybernetics: Lutenus’ right eye (your right, not his) has been replaced with a cybernetic substitute, capable of perceiving things more clearly than any organic eye, with telescopic zoom and infrared functions. The metallic cap sticking out of his head is an unusual device developed by Celrys that Lutenus can allow to control his actions - essentially, letting a logical machine take over instead of the emotional organic, though it only seems to work if facing an armed opponent. [Cybernetics approved by BULiK] Weakness: My Skull Runneth Over - The metal device planted into Lutenus’ skull influences his brain functions. As such, if damaged, it could cause both psychological and physical damage, ceasing motor function, causing an overload of fear-inducing hormones, rendering Lutenus unconscious, or other debilitating effects. Name: Vraek Species: Glatorian Allegiance: Ice Tribe Gender: Female, she/her Appearance: Lithe yet muscular, standing tall in white with black tribal patterns and bright violet eyes. Personality: Proud, yet noble, Vraek lives for the arena, snobbishly looking down on those who utilize cybernetic implements or extensive armour into battle, taking her duties as one of Iconox’s Glatorian very seriously, though desiring to battle worthy opponents more so than win. Unfortunately, Iconox’s indulgence in the trading of lives through slavery has soured her, but she cannot simply abandon the Ice Tribe over it… can she? Equipment: Alongside the traditional Thornax Launcher, Vraek carries an Exsidian Spear. Cybernetics: None. She claims it’s because she hasn’t needed any, but Vraek privately looks down on those who use mechanical implements, in spite of their uses and Iconox’s present monopoly on Exsidian. Weakness: Honour Before Reason - Vraek carries a very rigid personal moral code, that allows for her to continue fighting for Iconox despite its slave trading, but forbids her from taking any action deemed dishonourable - attacking from stealth, attacking while an enemy is down, stealing, and such. Name: Skrall Species: Glatorian (Skrall Warrior) Allegiance: Rock Tribe (He is Skrall) Gender: Male, he/him Appearance: He is Skrall. Black armour, red eyes, red highlights. Personality: He is Skrall. Loyal, disciplined, taciturn, only speaking when needed. He is Skrall. He was born. He was trained. He will fight. He will die. He will, however, not understand why everyone else is so afraid of females. For Skrall, it is his fellow males who seem to give him pause… Equipment: He is Skrall. He carries the Saw Blade Shield, and a Tribal Design Blade. Cybernetics: None. He is Skrall. Though sometimes, even lowly warrior-class Skrall earn cybernetics in recognition of deeds, this Skrall hasn’t earned any cybernetics, because no one has recognized his deeds. Weakness: He Isn’t Skrall - He is Skrall. But sometimes he doesn’t… feel like Skrall. He does not understand these feelings. He does not know any way to be, but Skrall. This doubt is a poison that must be expelled… mustn’t it? Name: Taldrix Species: Agori Allegiance: Bone Hunters Gatherers Gender: Female, she/her Appearance: A hardened veteran of the desert, Taldrix stands in old and rusted black armour from her Rock Tribe origins, with sunken, bright orange eyes. Her features bulky, yet gaunt from obvious Spice use, she conceals this through both her helmet and a black cloth around her mouth. Personality: Even raiders need bureaucrats. Responsible for cataloguing the various ‘transactions’ the Bone Hunters Gatherers make, particularly in reference to slaves and Spice, Taldrix treats raiding and pillaging like it’s a professional occupation, all the while keeping track of numbers, appraising the value of taken slaves, and trying carefully to both moderate her Spice usage and conceal her own disgust at what she has been reduced to (and failing at both). While Taldrix acts eerily calm, cold, cruel and apathetic most of the time, on Spice she becomes highly aggressive, paranoid, and self-pitying. She has a specific hatred for the Skrall, as their gender politics forced her to leave the Rock Tribe for the Bone Hunters Gatherers when she was young. Equipment: Apart from her dual metal bone blades, fashioned from the metallic skeletal remains of a large desert creature, Taldrix carries a supply of Spice at all times, as well as an extensive amount of parchment to chronicle her Gatherer dealings and work out the math, as well as various sharp metal implements designed to ‘tag’ slaves. She rides the Rock Steed ‘Nuth’, who often must also carry various other rolls of parchment and other bookkeeping implements. Weakness: The Spice Must Flow - Most drug dealers know better than to sample their own product. Taldrix does not, having taken to it to try and take her mind off her troubles. Name: Xyde Species: Agori Allegiance: Ash Tribe Gender: Non-binary, they/them Appearance: A rotund, rollable looking character in ashen armour and bright green eyes. Personality: The Ash Tribe may be stigmatized throughout the desert, but you wouldn’t know that from Xyde, willing to lend their considerable medical expertise to anyone who needs it, an eternally sunny optimist in a land of greed, betrayal and misery… though they are painfully aware of that. In fact, mocking the perception of their tribe and the moral failings of others is their greatest amusement. They also have a way with animals, able to tame a Spikit, the two heads named Zin and Zyn (pronounced exactly the same). Equipment: Various medical substances and implements, many of them obsidian, are carried with them at all times, as is an obsidian blade for self-defense, or when particularly large incisions need to be made. There is also the tamed two-headed Spikit, Zin and Zyn. Granted, Zin and Zyn don’t always pay attention to Xyde… except when they need them to tear someone apart with their teeth. Cybernetics: Their hands are made entirely of mechanical prosthesis, designed to be more flexible and less shaky than their original fleshy variants. Vehicle: A wagon pulled by Zin and Zyn, which carries a great deal of herbs, chemicals, medical parchments and surgical tools. [Vehicle approved by BULiK] Weakness: Do No Harm - Xyde really doesn’t want to hurt anyone. They will, of course, if push comes to shove, but only once all other options are exhausted. They’re also compelled to try and alleviate the suffering of anyone they meet, even people it would be wiser not to do so.
  5. IC: Enra (The Place, Broker Convoy) Enra’s telescopic vision surveyed the convoy as she trudged towards it in front of the Wanderer (just in case), following the Broker’s goon. @Ghosthands @Smudge8 OOC: I have also been very busy the past few months, so it’s all good.
  6. IC: Tekmo (Ta-Wahi Coast, Rehu Cove, The Fowadi) "What’s this about necromancy?" Tekmo asked, having come into the conversation mid-way, hopelessly ignorant of the wider world around him. @Snelly
  7. IC: Enra (The Place) Enra accompanied the Wanderer as he moved towards the Broker’s convoy. “You’re not gonna ride with a bunch of heavily-armed strangers without me, are ya boss?” @Smudge8 @Ghosthands
  8. IC: Enra (The Place) “What, of the same ‘The’ clan? I’ll tell him, alright. You stay out ‘ere.” Enra slid back inside the Place, and went off to inform the Wanderer. “Boss, there’s a bloke with a shotgun outside saying that one ‘The Broker’ is here to see you. I reckon you two are related?” She couldn’t help but grin smarmily at her own joke. @Ghosthands@Smudge8
  9. IC: Enra (The Place) “Huh?” From the drawn shotgun, Enra had been expecting something along the lines of ‘your money or your life,’ or ‘stand and deliver.’ “Oh yeah, he’s just in here… why? You here to watch or participate?” @Ghosthands
  10. IC: Tekmo (Ga-Koro, The Fowadi) “Look, I’m going to need you to be consistent with your-” Don’t say gibberish. “Erm, pronunciation.” Good. Tekmo clambered back aboard the Fowadi, Myhruk presumably following. “Right. Hellooooo? Anyone about?” @BULiK
  11. IC: Tekmo (Ga-Koro) “Well, I don’t think the ship is fully emptied, so if we go aboard we’re bound to run into someone who DOES know something - hold on, you just pronounced your destination as Santheti-” WRONG. “Sagelli-” WRONG. “Serengali-” WRONG. “Sanghaprilla.” EH, CLOSE ENOUGH. “When earlier, you said it as ssssssss-oh forget it. Follow me.” Tekmo began leading Myhruk towards the Fowadi. @BULiK
  12. IC: Tekmo (Ga-Koro) “I won’t pretend to know my way around this place - anymore - nor will I pretend to know what Saspa Sararasp Sepelaepla Sasarasarilla is. I believe that the Fowadi is heading to… not there, that’s for certain.” Tekmo tried to obscure the fact that he had already forgotten what the Fowadi and the Aggressors were actually doing. “So… it would seem that I cannot help you. Nuts.” He looked down upon himself like Myhruk was doing, in shame. @BULiK
  13. IC: Tekmo (Ga-Koro) Tekmo, having disembarked the Fowadi, wandered around the streets of Ga-Koro, desperately trying to look as if he wasn’t terribly, hopelessly lost. Well… they weren’t exactly ‘streets,’ but- His Iron Mahi of thought was derailed by the sight of someone who looked like they’d just popped out of the ashen dirt of Ta-Wahi. “Oh, beg my pardon, but can I help you?” He asked Myhruk. @BULiK
  14. IC: Enra (The Place) “OK, buck up, here we go…” Grumbling, Enra stepped out of the Place’s front entrance to ‘greet’ their ‘guests.’ “Hello, and welcome to the Place. With open bar. I’m Enra, I work here, and you are…?” @Ghosthands @Smudge8
  15. IC: Enra (The Place) “Boss, please - I don’t wanna toot me own trumpet or anything...” Enra raised her hands and broke eye contact to express transparently false humility. “But I’ll give it my all, as always… you thinking of joining in on the fun?”
  16. IC: Enra (The Place) “I ain’t just been sitting around on me bum all day, if that’s what you’re getting at. Got security ready, got medical ready, got kitchen ready, got the girls ready...” Enra held up her shock gauntlets on her arms and struck a few poses, before continuing. “So yeah, I’d say we’re ‘bout ninety-nine…” She scowled as she thought back to the still unsquashed fly hovering around somewhere. “Point-nine percent ready.”
  17. IC: Enra (The Place) “Oh, you’re back already eh?” Enra asked the returning Wanderer as she pretended to look at a stone tablet as if it contained important information. As instructed, the Place was made ready for the coming event... well, Enra’s room was still a mess, but everything the guests would see was fine. “How’d your sales pitch go, boss?”
  18. IC: Tekmo (Ostia, Fowadi) Tekmo - having never sailed before in his life - hadn’t heard the song Ember was singing before, so he mouthed the lyrics as it went along and hoped no one would notice.
  19. IC: Tekmo (Ostia, Fowadi) The conversation between Rynekk and Ironshaper had clearly become quite personal, and so, rather than continue to follow them around like a Burnak pup, Tekmo left to further explore the ship.
  20. IC: Tekmo (Ostia, Fowadi) Tekmo followed Rynekk up. "So, erm... what are the rest of the crew like? Any particular individuals I should know about?"
  21. IC: Enra (The Place, Enra’s Room) "Right. Uh... let’s do that, then." Enra squeezed out of the doorway, and made her way to the arena proper, muttering under her breath. "What do I know about running a gladiatorial arena? I wouldn’t ask him to fill in for me, now would I?" @Smudge8
  22. IC: Enra (The Place, Enra’s Room) "Ugh, OK, fine." Enra put the launcher away. "So what needs doing? Where’s he gone?" @Smudge8
  23. IC: Enra (The Place, Enra’s Room) The Skak that the Wanderer had sent to fetch Enra would hear a series of crude yet creative curses bellowing from her quarters. Inside, he would see Enra brandishing her zamor launcher and scanning the room. "Ssssssh!" She said to him, finger to lips. "There’s a FLY."
  24. IC: Tekmo (Ostia, Fowadi) Tekmo took Rynekk’s hand, and shook it vigorously. "Glad to be here. Do not worry, I’m not particularly interested in 'being paid', or any such nonsense. Should I go meet the rest of the crew?"
  25. IC: Tekmo (Ostia, Fowadi) "I can’t imagine how horrible that ordeal must have been for the citizenry of Ko-Koro. I have no idea of what losing your home would be like... so, was that all?"
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