IC: Akiri Hewkii
If the ussal riders had turned their gaze south before passing through Po-Koro's security and riding into the passageway through the great mouth of an enormous stone head – carved from the canyon face by Hafu long ago and Po-Koro’s only entrance – they might have seen the baggage train setting out across the desert. It would have been only a thin black line to them, but it would have been there nonetheless. A black line of skilled workers and carts on their way to Ihu-Koro. The mountain village was about to get new walls, and with the artisans were great containers of sand and baggage trains of sandstone and tools. Such was Po-Koro's end of a bargain Hewkii had agreed upon with the leader of the highlanders. It was not the first train of skilled artisans and sand to cross the Motara and clamber up the snowy mountain passes. The first had been several weeks back, and already the fruits of their labors and return of the agreements had become present in the armory of Po-Koro, for even as Hewkii left the headquarters of the Sentinels a fine weapon edged with rena ore was sheathed low on his left hip. Hewkii had never been one for tools of war, but leadership had taken its toll on the mind of the kohlii star turned akiri. The passing of Akiri Matoro had turned a vice into almost borderline paranoia, hence the two guards accompanying him, and now the defense of himself and his people were almost all that mattered anymore. He had even taken up swordplay, a thought that revolted as much as intrigued his athletic conscience.
On the back of a dikapi he traveled quickly through the open streets to the main market. The flightless rahi’s long legs bounced against the cobble, its long head bobbing comically. Hewkii kept the dikapi under control – not letting it burst forward as such rahi were prone to do – by keeping his feet firmly in the stirrups and his hands loose on the reins. Its wings wrapped around the outside of his calves, occasionally rustling or flapping away a pedestrian who came too close. Without incident he and his guard descended from the Sentinel’s command center perched halfway up the back of the canyon wall to the main market in the center of the small valley. The closer they came to the destination the more crowded the streets seemed to be. Sculptors and artisans pushed forward in great throngs to see the latest inventions, having been secluded in their “secret city” for so many months without word of outside development. It was the exposition of technology that drew the crowd, a welcome change for Hewkii who never enjoyed being the center of attention outside of a Kohlii game. Finally, as if crossing a mountain pass or a wide river, the small group made it.
“Mata-Nui…” Hewkii whistled after his brief exclamation. “I knew I gave the okay for this but I had no idea so many inventors would set up camp. See if they call me reclusive now." By they Hewkii meant his fellow Akiri. Luckily only his guard heard the words.
Fabric tents filled the entire market, a jumble of rows and competing prices where all technological advancements, from the most mundane to the most exotic, were showed like art pieces at auction. A great grin began to spread across his face as he beheld the event, his feet quickly finding the cobble as he hopped off the dikapi, gave the reins to a guard, and began to peruse the wares.
A ship sailed to the west of Po-wahi, marking her course by the mid-day sun. Her port of origin was Ostia, and now filled to the bilge with a grand assortment of tools suitable to a jungle environment she sailed with a lateen rig toward Le-wahi. Her captain had been charged to deliver his cargo to Akiri Kongu, as per an agreement, and the crew were in high spirits as they thought of the ale, the music, and the women of the treetop village. It would be a welcome break from the sunny northern coast, where golf in the sandy grasslands and fishing in the sapphire waters took up their leisure time. The tools were not the only cargo, however.
“The box is precious,” the captain remembered Akiri Hewkii having said to him with a face of concern. The box, as Hewkii called it, was hidden inside the the captain’s second best coat and tucked under the bed in his cabin, safe and secure. “Inside is a gift only for Akiri Kongu. The key has been sent by another route, so don’t bother trying to open it for a peek.”
Infernal locked boxes and secrecy, the captain thought as he swirled a crystal glass filled with golden liquid. Hewkii had been right about the merchant captain’s curiosity. He was a sentinel in the navy, but also a merchant marine, a supply man running errands for the burgeoning military machine and therefore often left without a full explanation for the materiel he ferried. When handed a box inlaid with precious pearl and locked with a clasp of rena ore shaped into the Three Virtues how could he not be curious? With luck, the Akiri of Le-Koro would reveal the contents in view of his eyes. Without the water to fully quench the fires of his curiosity the captain finished his drink and clambered to the main deck to perform his orders.
OOC: Sand, Materials, and stonemasons/sculptors sent to Ihu-Koro as per agreement with Kaithas. Superior tools edged with rena where the need may be along with the elaborate box for Kongu sent to Le-Koro as per agreement with Snoip Lion. Akiri Hewkii open for interaction at the Expo. Welcome to the Onu-Koro ambassadors?
Edited by Hatachi, Mar 16 2014 - 06:05 PM.