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A New Land

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April 10th, 2015, 7:17 pm #1

They stood facing one another through their raised hoods upon the stone wharf. The ship was nearing but there was still time yet, the waters were too choppy for the Captain to risk anything but the most cautious of approaches. The waters were always choppy near the stone continent, it wasn't a welcoming land. Walker believed it was because he felt the land wanted to protect its secrets and riches like a hoarding dragon. It was a difficult good bye but it was necessary. He would face alien dangers in the new land but he would become stronger. The new lands had so much to learn.

Remember to honor the pact of your digit and your blade will cut true. Your eyes will see true. Your heart will know true. You will always be Dei Lunathi and will always have a home and a family here. Go off and learn, my son." The tall cloaked figure pulled his hood back showing a narrow, face with heavy age lines and a pale, neatly trimmed beard lining his face. His eyes were pale as milk and they stared off into nothing. Only the way he smiled suggested that he was looking at you.

Thank you father. Walker was of even height with a mirrored body shape to his father's. They clasped arms then pulled each other into a hug. The ship was close enough for Walker to travel by shadow. The next chapter in his life was about to start. Good bye Father.

He didn't wait for a response. There was nothing left to say that he didn't know already. He flared out his cloak then he semmed to crumple into the earth and was gone. The ship crew were startled by his sudden approach and since that moment suspected him of bad omens and kept their distance. All except the captain. He knew better. Dei Lunathi were polite and usually boarded earlier, were quite travellers and rarely caused a scene. Captain Phoenix smiled at the easy money.

Walker didn't stay with the ship crew for long, though he did enjoy the quiet and his own solitude, the stares of judgment and fear weighed heavily. This was a good lesson for him to learn. Before leaving, the Captain helped Walker find his first job with a desert caravan. They were only looking to hire for the duration of the trip, deep oaths would not be required.

And soon they were moving along a cattle path through the desert. Walker kept his cloak right about his body, it kept the hot air away from him and he relied heavily on his cloak. The desert was a bright place, so much so that it made Walker nearly blind. He kept this fact to himself, the loss of the sense wouldn't affect him but it would worry his employer needlessly. Travel had been easy, with few events more important than a few sick animals. That all changed after the angel fell out of the sky.
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April 10th, 2015, 9:21 pm #2

Fly! Fly now, and don't look back!

Jade's wings beat the sky around her, batting themselves through smoke and haze of fire. Her eyes stung, and her limbs ached from running, and her hand was still warm from holding his hand...

Dust had pushed her off of the ledge.He had Forced her to take flight without him. She couldn't bear to look back, to see him fight, hearing the furious beat of his stave on the weapons of their aggressors. He would fight his way to safety, she knew it...

The smoke disoriented her and she threw herself through the air without rhyme or reason. She brought herself higher and higher, and only when she thought she was safe did she feel the breeze of a crossbow bolt grace her cheek. It burned like fire where it kissed her skin, droplets of her own blood smearing down her cheek in the wind. Her auburn hair whipped about her face, pulling threads of crimson across her cheek and obscuring her view of the foes about her. She could faintly hear them calling in a language she didn't know.

Why is this happening, Dust? She remembered asking him through tears as he pulled her up the winding path of the TreeHome of her village, fires lighting in their wake, neighbors running and flying for their lives. He hadn't responded.

She dove. She whirlled in the air to avoid the crossbowmen, she pulled herself higher and higher, and flew farther and farther. Soon, smoke and fog gave away to the cloudy, dismal rains of morning. She barely noticed the transition. She sped onward, keeping no notice of the sky, for the clouds obscured the sun and the moon and the stars. She dipped and wove at every change of breeze.

Half the time she was feinting at ghosts. The terror was so far behind her she wasn't being assailed by anything but wind, but onward she flew.

Fly! Fly now, and don't look back!

"Oh, Brother...." Jade whimpered, blurred eyes from the chill ripping force of the wind and her own tears. The sun set and still she flew. Hazarding a moment of rest, she landed in a long, sea-like field of tall grass to rest. She drank from a small stream. Noises in the world around her caused her too much fear to stay, so she took again to the air without so much as a night's rest.

Fly! Fly now, and don't look back!

The moon made everything glisten silver and yet she still flew. She couldn't admire the landscape, see the woods drift away behind her and the grasslands stretch onward. She was so high that all she heard were her own thoughts and all she felt was the wind in her hair and the pain in her heart.

The moon sunk below the horizon, and when it came up again, it found her gliding listlessly high above the horizon, everything below a shade of brown. No green... Just endless sea of brown and gold.... But this was no longer grass. It was as if the world had been swept clean. jade remembered a tale from her elders that would be told around campfires... About how the end of the world and the beginning of the realm of spirits blurred together into a vast nothingness.

For a moment she thought she had died.

She beat her wings and it felt like she was flying trough molasses. Her eyes blurred again and she fought to keep them open. A sob escaped, and she rubbed the heels of her palms into her eyes to alert them. She didn't want to die! Dust's rescue would be in vain if she died now!

But this battle too, was lost, and after the updraft died away, and one wing's cramp turned her in the air, she fell. Panic curled in her chest but she didn't scream. A moment of her old self peeped through - truly indomitable (as her brother always said) and she marveled at the golden world below. Her eyes - her namesake - took in the seemingly endless landscape of roiling sand, and the heat of the sun weighing down on her as it climbed higher in the sky, and she realized she was not dead.

She was just very, very lost.

A last moment of panicked adrenaline swept through her, long enough to bank hard, saving herself from almost certain death, only to tumble and crash amid the sand, a scorching, searing heat blinding her until everything turned from gold to black.

((I hope that was ok! Not too different. :)))

Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.
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April 13th, 2015, 1:43 am #3

At first sight, he thought it was a large bird, like a condor or eagle but as it descended in the sky he could make out a human form. That's when he thought an angel was falling to the earth. He checked the caravan, they were coming to a stop, many of the workers pointing into the sky. They'd seen her too.

Walker turned back and watched the angel go down. He ran in her direction, his long legs helped him cover ground quickly but the loose sand made running a trial. He managed to keep his balance and after coming over a sand dune, he saw the angel crumpled in a heap of wings. He came to a stop a few feet away from her then stopped.

Walker: Are you alive?

He stepped closer, noticing her auburn hair and wounded face. The fact that she was bleeding told him he wasn't dealing with an angel but a mortal.

Walker: I can help.

He told the fallen form then heard the first shouts of the caravaners. Walker raised his arm high and waved it around until there was a response. Soon several men were gathered around the girl.

Caravaner: We need to build a stretcher and get her out of the sun.

Walker heard one man say. Life in the desert had made these people efficient as a team and soon they were ready. Walker held them back with an upraised hand. He didn't want to move her until he knew more about her injuries. If she'd fractured her spine, moving her could kill her.

Walker: Are you still with us?
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April 13th, 2015, 1:35 pm #4

After the pain hit her, she lay still. In the foggy corners of her mind, she felt like she was back home, nestled among the warm high branches of her TreeHome. She half expected to open her eyes to the glimmering crystal chime her father had made for her when she was a girl. But it was...perhaps a little too hot.

Jade's eyes flickered, fluttered, then opened briefly, cringing against the sun. And it was as if that motion, the aknowledgement of this world of sand andheat, that brought to reality everything else. Her eyes flickered around for a familiar face - but she found none. So she let her eyes find the ones who were speaking. The closest one struck her as ... well ... different.

"I....Fell." She murmured. Almost through a haze of delerious embarrassment, she tried to getup, and her left wing twinged like a bladehad been plunged right into the joint. She cried out, face paling. The pain was too much, and the place, and the heat and the sun, and all she wanted was to see her father's chime. So her body, loving as it was, allowed her to sleep again to dream of them. Jade slumped as the faint crossed her and she lie still again.

On closer inspection, the ird woman was in remarkably good sape. She had the healthy flush of tan on herlimbs, with the cords of muscles acclimated to being an active young lady. Her hands bore the callouses of gentle work, but would be unmistakable as perhaps used to wield some sort of two handed weapon. Though her tone did not speak of a great deal of battle experience. Soot and several droplets of blood on the fringes of her clothing spoke of a fire in her recent past, and the tension of her muscles said she had been travelling for some time.

Her eyes of Jade, (as briefly glimpsed,) and her hair, however, were tell tale signs of being foreign, although a common tongue spokeof the distance being reasonably near. A riddle perhaps in her origins as well, because one coul not ignore the elephant.

The great wings spread behind her like a flared cloak.They were shades of a deep, bergundy-red, darkest at the edges and tips, and becoming the color of fresh spilled wine on the inside, displaying quite the colorful plumage when her wings were spead wide open. Her hair nerly blended into the feathers at her shoulder, but extended only just past the root of her wings.

As for injuries there was plainly a fracture of some kind in her let wing. The brief moment of wakefulness confimed no paralyzing effects, and she would more then likely just be bruised and battered. A remarkable recovery from a ptentially fatal situation.

The whispers began in th caravan, and spread imemdiately to those still tending the carts, gathering the stretcher, readying the water and pitching camp. For with this news, there would be no more travel today - except perhaps for oneor two of the lone riders who felt this information would be too valuable to keep silent about for long.

((Hope that was all right!))

Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.
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April 13th, 2015, 2:41 pm #5

(Quit worrying, your posts are fantastic!)

Walker caught the woman before she hit the sand. The other workers were quick with the gurney and with some knowledge Walker earned in his homelands, they safely moved the girl. Often the adolescents of his village would attempt to climb the cliffs, many fell but it served to teach them how to carefully move someone with "the deep break" as they called it. He wasn't a surgeon but together with some of the elders in the parade, they would be able to patch her up.

They wouldn't let him take an end. They knew his job was to protect them and that's what they wanted of him. Two brothers carried the girl away and Walker was left to find the Leader

Fairk: Walker! What in the nine hells is going on?

The leader was a fat man with dark skin. He was balding but possessed an intimidating pair of black sideburns. He strode toward him with heavy strides and insisted on being as near to shirtless as he could. Put in the desert, there was to be no thread upon his shoulder at all.

Fairk: Why are you chasing birds? Is that what you wanted for supper? We have people making supper, you don't need to eat that. Don't leave, protect the caravan.

He scolded but not harshly. Walker knew the man loved stories and gossip. Fairk's game face was slipping away in a big grin.

Walker: A woman with wings like the evening sun fell from the sky. She survived the fall and your men have carried her in. Not for supper though, to try and help her."

The caravan leader clapped a heavy hand on Walker's shoulder.

Fairk: You're a poetic fellow who tells funny jokes. I forgive you. Now, bring me to this woman.

By the time the woman was bandaged and treated with herbs that would ease the pain, the whispers about a fallen angel had become talk and talk and become opportunity.

Fairk eventually banished Walker to the outside. It was coming onto night and that was the chosen time of bandits. The night time was also Walker's time and he was eager to see how the desert men fight. He walked outside of the camp into the sand dunes. He saw riders leave the caravan, opportunists hoping to earn more coin. More would come, more always came.

Walker paced the night away without further incident. Fairk called him over to the medicine tent.

Fairk: She will recover but only if we don't move her.

Walker: Which poses a problem if men of greed catch up to us.

Fairk: We'll see if you hold to your oaths and sigil.

The big man left with a friendly clap on Walker's shoulder as he passed. Walker didn't like the smell he was picking up in the wind, it smelled of trouble.


(Hope that last phrase wasn't too corny)
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April 13th, 2015, 3:02 pm #6

Jade strolled through the atrium of the Tree web. The ground was soft with leaves and moss, and rising up out of the soft peat were the great trees that housed the families of her home. She waved up at a young boy with Owl wings and his sister. She helped Old Crow (The widow from next door) with her basket, and then took the steps of her TreeHome two at a time, flapping a few times for extra lift to the door.

"Dust! Dust, the traders are here! I saw their green flags!" She skipped towards her brother, wings nestling in close to her spine. Her brother turned and smiled at her, one half of his burned face still steaming with the freshness of the wound. A deep, heavy woud at his side bent him over and he collapsed to the floor. "I'm going to buy you a new spearhead." Jade proclaimed, picking up the dishes he had dropped on his way down.

Dust grasped at her ankle unable to speak, tiny rivulets of blood seeping down his chin. His dusty blonde hair was a shambles of burns and blood, and his grey eyes were rheumetic and dead. Jade looked down at him curiously, unable to understand why her brother had suddenly fallen.

She crouched close to him and grasped one of his skeletal hands as he withered before her. "What is it, Dust? You don't want the spearhead? What can I get you? Please let me get you something." Jade's voice began to carry the edge of hysteria. Her brother opened his mouth, a steady seepage of blood pouring out, and he coughed out a word, the spittle hitting Jade in the face.

"Fly!"

Jade's eyes fluttered open, and already the heart-pounding nightmare was a hazy memory thrumming in her veins. She blinked at her surroundings. It felt like night. It was cool, and she had furs tucked around her. She ran a hand over them, confused.

This fur... what creature is this from? She thought. A dull ache in her wing slowly brought back memories of a flight and a fall, and she looked around slowly. She was careful not to move overly much.

"Hello?"

~*~

Several riders made it to an outpost before nightfall. These opportunist made hasty work of sending word to a very profitable contact among the capitol. The message detailed the caravan's location and its direction. Though the very first riders didn't know the state of the angel's injuries, they made great talk ot the figure and plumage of the woman, regardless of condition. A monumental find, indeed! Any trader of flesh would make their career with a sell such as this! But be wary, tere are very capable guards with this caravan, especially the dark foreignor....

Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.
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April 14th, 2015, 11:18 pm #7

The first group to risk an attack on the caravan were desert riders, bandits that traveled the dunes making their lives off of what they stole from caravans. They attacked without the knowledge of the winged woman, to them this was every day.

The bandits were experienced and clever, they waited until the moon fell behind some clouds then kicked their horses into a charge. Four men on foot rose out of the sand on top of some high dunes. They drew crossbows and began lighting their bolts and firing them into carriages. When the people of the caravan scrambled to deal with the fires, they loosed bolts into their backs. The riders rushed into the crowds, slashing at people as they went.

Fairk returned the attacks with his guards carrying spears and shields.

Walker was standing over Jade when he heard the attack begin. He took up his sword and stepped out. Fairy called to him immediately.

Fairk: Walker! They have archers in the sands. We'll hold back the fires and the riders.

He turned and thrust his spear at a horse's face, it flinched and kicked back. Fairk side stepped and stabbed the rider repeatedly with the spear, the horse ran off.

Walker moved into action, he pulled his hood back, finally able to use his eyes at their fullest potential, he slipped by people unnoticed then located their positions. He sunk into his cloak and then sunk into the shadows. He pulled himself through a rock's shadow behind the first enemy and was dispatched with a clean swing, the archer was still aiming when his head rolled. The remaining three were no different.
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April 15th, 2015, 1:49 pm #8

Jade jumped at the sound of a screaming horse, very close to her own tent. She pulled herself in as close as she could among the furs and felt her eyes go wide, and her blood start humming with panic. Her heart thumped in her chest and she suddenly heard the clank and thud of her brother's stave as it beat against the aggressors of their village.

She didn't realize she was holding her breath until someone charged into the tent and she let out an undignified yelp. The man was dressed in head-to-foot brown, a scarf covering the lower half of his dark face. He had a wicked looking sword drawn, and Jade was mortified to think she saw blood gleam on the blade as he approached her.

She scooted back, crying out at the sudden pain in her wing. She flailed her hands about over the surfaces nearby, hoping to grab hold of something solid to defend herself with. There would be no flying away from this.

Jade's eyes darted all over the cramped little tent and didn't notice the man eying her wings with a more then interested expression. The folds of his scarf would have shifted as he smiled toothily behind it. His first thought was to kill the girl and take the wings only. No doubt they would fetch a fair price, and she would be too much trouble to care for anyway...

As his imagination full of riches ran off, he stalked slowly closer. As he reached out to roughly grab the front of her tunic, Jade's hands closed around something solid, and she brought a bowl full of cold soup lurching around to strike him square in the face. Blood sprayed from a broken nose, and Jade quickly pressed the advantage, kicking out at him with both feet, knocking him back out through the front flap.

She flailed past the cushions of her little bed area and tucked herself as tightly as she could between two crates near the edge of the tent. Her knees were tucked up under her chin, and one wing (the injured left) was haphazardly strung around her, limp, throbbing and quickly getting worse for the wear. She clung to the now empty soup bowl and listened to her surroundings with fear clutching her heart.

~*~

The bandits were clearly unprepared for someone to be able to sneak behind their lines of archers. When she bolts stopped flying, and the force of the caravan began fighting back in earnest, they began to reconsider their life choices with some dismay.

Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.
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April 16th, 2015, 3:52 am #9

Walker ran across the sand, jumping through shadows when the advantage presented itself and if seen by an observer his movements would've been erratic and out of sync. A large rider waited on the outskirts of the camp, waiting and watching. He was the first to notice the Dei Lunathi. He watched with some confusion but drew his scimitar and kneed his horse into a canter then into a gallop when he saw Walker step out from behind a sand slope.

The rider screamed and raised his sword high, then the horse bellowed and charged. Walker threw a line attached to a narrow, hooked blade. It arced out to the right, it was silent and difficult to see in the dark. The rider felt a small pain in his shoulder. Walker felt the line go tight and gave it a jerk, the hook bit into the man's flesh and the pain with the sudden force pulled the rider out of his saddle. The fallen man got to his feet with amazing speed and held his scimitar in front of him, his eyes scanned the dark to find his opponent. Walker flipped his arm and the line coiled around the man's neck. He flipped three more cools before the rider realized his danger. Walker wrenched, choking the man.

Walker released some tension when the man fell unconscious. He quickly tied his hands and legs then moved into the camp. The place was chaos. The first thing his eyes were drawn to the patches of blood, more often than not it was a bandit wearing the red scarf he'd seen on every man so far. He heard Fairk and silently rejoiced that the man was still fighting. His guards were holding their line well, several bodies lay dead around them.

Fairk: Walker, cut them down!

Walker found the first bandit with new purpose. Cut them he will.
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April 16th, 2015, 1:46 pm #10

((Hope this is all right.))

When the fighting quieted outside, Jade managed to pull herself out from the boxs. That man, whoever he had been, had not returned. Standing on shaky feet, she managed to stumble to the flap of the tent. SHe hesitated just inside of it for about a thousand yeard before she carefully parted it and peered outside.

There were many bodies. As she watched, dead people were being dragged away from the tents - it would seem one side has won. peering about she tried to discern which side had been victorious. The bodies had scarves and all seemed to be the same color as the one who had invaded her tent, while the others even started laughing. What made her decide that everything was all right was the people looking out from the tent flaps aroundher with relieved faces.

One young woman spotte her peering out and waved. Jade waved shyly back and the young lady dissapeared. She peered about amoment longer before she spotted him - the man in the darkness. He was hard to make out, but with the fires being doused and order being restored things were clearer. She... recalled his face from.... yes, when she fell.

She hung there in Limbo until a small gaggle of Caravan women ushered her back into her tent and went to fixing the bandages she had made askew in her brief battle, reaplying salves and giving her something for the pain that lulled her into a groggy sleep.

~*~

Fairk was not the sort of man to leave things to chance. He ordered all the bandits slain and burried in the dunes. It would seem that they had won the day! The caravan breathed easily for now, unawares of the talk that had been quickly passed from stranger to stranger. By dawn it will have reached the imperial city of Al'Hazad, and by mid morning it will have tickled the ears of His Eminence Jal'Rakar, Kahlif of all the sun touches. By lunch time he would order a party of soldiers to depart for the dunes to 'escort' the caravan to the city, and as for payment, he was certain of what he would ask.

Meanwhile, another party of bandits from a local oasis will gather their forces to hit them the next night, hoping to be the first to get their hands on such a prize.

Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.
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