Zjaum wrote:Werakoya
Segral wrote:Krook Tolasthes
Ylva Pathmaykr
Originally thinking about how she could turn the conversation towards the Thalor Krook’s food and its welcoming aroma, Ylva’s expression hardened as the Goliath beside her explained her past and the pieces began to fall into place.
“If they abandon their children, then they do not deserve to be called a clan.” She said resolutely before softening her expression and letting out a somewhat rough sigh.
“I’m sorry to hear they left you, truly. But I’m glad to hear you weren’t alone, even if it’s with the squi-, the other races, there’s nothing stopping you from making the bonds that matter most. And while I’m flattered by the offer, making a clan is, well it’s pretty complicated. I’d reckon we’d need at least a reader or a speaker and well, if I’m being completely honest I don’t think my kin would be all that happy about me 2 clanning. But if you’d have me, I’d be glad to call you a friend.” Ylva said with a chuckle and warm smile.
Though try as she might, she couldn’t stop the creeping discomfort within her. The Harutan was clear about how the clanless should be seen. According to the code, those that were banished from their clan or unable to die with them in battle were less than nothing, honourless. But this one was wasn’t banished, she was abandoned, and as a child no less. Surely that allowed for an exception of sorts. She was raised to be free, to make her own path through her own strength, the thought denying someone that for the choices they could never have been a part of left Ylva’s stomach churning and was something she refused to do.
“But that’s enough of that.” She stated closer to her natural tone as she shook off her doubts. “And its nice to meet you too Krook, even nicer when you’re offering deer.” She said cheerfully as she took a chunk of meat from the bag and casually tossed a portion of it into her mouth. “Offers open to you too big guy. No such thing as too many friends on a path. Oh! And squishies are sort of a nickname my people give to a few of the other races. It tends to be accurate enough and some of the young ones like it since they think it means they don’t need to remember the difference between an elf and a human.” She added with a shrug as she tossed another piece of meat into her waiting mouth.
‘A strange, but far from unpleasant group’ Ylva thought to herself as she relaxed and enjoyed the taste of the well-seasoned deer while joining Krook in being completely oblivious to the growing tension and movement around them.
Tomia wrote:Brialya
Finland SSR wrote:Syn of Ashar
Gwendolyn Sirrade
For a while now Gwen had been standing beside the temple entrance, waiting for something to happen and apart from seeing her travel companion ignore her duties in favour of chasing down the nearest cooked meal again, nothing had caught her attention. At least that's how it was until the expedition’s metal golem and its master started moving away from the camp and around the temple. Most people seemed to pay it no real heed, likely used to and bored with the duo’s movements, but already hoping for some sort of trouble to spark today, Gwen chose to follow it in case it would give her the opportunity she had been looking for. What she wasn’t expecting though, was to not be the only one tailing the pair.
While watching it work on creating a new entrance into the temple and deciding on when the best moment to intervene would be, a new voice rung out as the athelian elf made herself known and called out against the golem and its master’s actions. Cursing the metal creature for distracting her, Gwen ducked behind the tree she was taking cover behind and began to rethink her options. Before she could do anything though, the man to explained his actions as based on curiosity rather than anything nefarious and went on to make what she could only describe as a pitiful attempt to sway the elf to his side.
The disappointment was borderline palpable. For a single, perfect moment Gwen thought that she had uncovered a plot of some sort, but no seasoned criminal or rogue would do something so… dull. In an instant her hopes of valour, battle and redemption were dashed as this small man stumbled his way towards his pet monster’s newly made door and steadily backed away from the elven archer before him.
“Brilliant. Another waste of time then!” Gwen exclaimed as she stepped from her hiding place and moved towards the others.
“And here I thought you and your pet were absconding to do something actually interesting for a change.” She stated as she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her gaze impatiently between the two in front of her.
“Well?” She added bluntly before any response could be given. “If the hole is already there then what are we waiting for? You’re clearly of the theocracy so as long you venture with us then ther should no issues on religious front. And you can go in first to wipe off some of the dust and debris your poor excuse of an entrance left for us.”