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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]

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New Year, New Worries

Postby Ixzo on March 11th, 2016, 5:48 pm

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1st of Spring, 516AV

Carving bones was a lot harder than she had expected. With the recent worry about Iollu, Ixzo had mean to try her hand with a bit of protection. Hence the wolf bone. She had snagged it from the Hunter's Allegiance, in the pile for the dogs, as it was the most whole bone she could find. One of the many leg bones, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that the wolves were known for family. They were known for protection and for their drive to fight.

It would be what Iollu needed, if she could find a way to extract what she needed from this animal's remains. Her game knife had been recently sharpened, but it was still evident that the curve of the blade was not meant for carving. Even so she tried. It was a simple circle, was it not? Forgetting to be gentle with the brittle bone, Ixzo worked the tip of the blade deeper in, and with an abrupt crack, the bone split in her hand.

A growl of frustration bubbled from the Kelvic's lips and she immediately threw the bone aside. It had been her fourth try at Malediction since coming to Endrykas, and she couldn't get pasted the damn circle. Pushing a deep breath out through her nose, she turned to wipe the blade of her knife on her breeches before sticking it back in her belt. She didn't have the patience for this today.

"Woah, calm your temper." A mocking voice reached her, and Ixzo glanced up. She saw the deep brown eyes of the Drykas' man. He was stopped beside his horse, brushing the thing. Ixzo had wanted to get away from her tent or the Hunter's Allegiance, the only places she seemed to be around of late. Instead she had chosen to sit by on of the large rock formations that scattered throughout Cyphrus. For the past few days, the city had nestled itself between a few of them, with a particularly large one separating the green and gold tents, different clans, she assumed. Around it had become a social spot for the few days they remained, and she was perhaps, inadvertently looking not to be lonely.

Except she didn't much feel like getting in an argument with someone who didn't respect her. Ignoring the man, she stood, meaning to step around him, but the man moved in front of her.

"Answer when you are spoken to, girl." Disrespectful, as well as a few other degrading signs flashed past and she closed her eyes to keep the glare from showing. What was with this Drykas and their disrespect for women?

"It was no question. I didn't answer." She countered, stepping over once more. "Myri's blade, you should learn some respect of your own." She huffed and muttered under her breath. The words came out in her mother's tongue, as she had no intent for the man to hear. Although she had passed, him he now placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"What did you say to me? You're talking to the wrong God, girl." His grip tightened. But she knew she was far enough away that his arm was extended. With a quick stride, she yanked her shoulder away from his hand, turning on him.

"Don't tell me who I talk to." She warned the man. She may not be a daughter of Myri, but she held the same respect for her, no matter what.

"Oh? Did you forget where you are, these are Zulrav's people." His hand spread across to motion towards the tents surrounding them. Baultimes' Barrel was a few yards away, and it looked like a sanctuary to Ixzo. "Not your savage whores of the jungle." Had he spat, she likely would have lunged for his throat, but with only his words, she decided he was of little harm to her.

"I not forget." She huffed. "Just not care." She shrugged, letting loose a breath and turning around. Long strides took her towards the tents, and she perked her ears in the hope he would follow. She heard no steps, or even hooves, behind her. Perhaps she wasn't so disappointed as she ducked into the tent.


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Postby Jasmine Stormblood on March 11th, 2016, 11:44 pm

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Jasmine walked beside Chaser as she used him to carry a good majority of her tenting to the new grounds for Spring. She was so excited to see so many new faces among the Drykas this season. It meant that the world around them was taking notice of the Drykas. Though much plagued the woman's mind as she walked holding Lara's leash. Lately her father was becoming more violent when the pair began to fight about the woman not being married yet. Jasmine pulled her arm in the opposite direction away from the horse's body pulling Lara with it as she purred. Not only had her personal life become more unstable, but the community was still weak and fragile from everything that had happened over winter. From wolves to pirates, crazy was all the woman could say to describe everything that had happened. Jasmine looked ahead and saw the Wind Knotted Gates showing many were already set up and ready for spring life to begin.

"Okay Chaser let's go find somewhere away from father to set up," Jasmine said looking Chaser as Lara yawned and curled up.

The woman smiled and knelled down picking up the small kit. She walked from the main city area to get some distance from her father's tent. Jasmine found a spot that wasn't too bad as far as ground goes. Jasmine put the little Kit down as well as the small amount of supplies that she was carrying in her two packs. Jasmine walked over to Chaser and took off the tents off first putting them down close to where the woman would set up her home and Chaser's home. Jasmine also got her tiny chest down that she used to store her few pelts and clothes. Jasmine gave Chaser some of his favorite sugar carrots before beginning to work on the tents. Kneeling down the woman set to working on clearing rocks and other uncomfortable debris. Turning the drykas undid all the knots holding the tent tightly bound to the poles she needed. Jasmine spread the tent top out flat on the ground so she could position the outer sticks to the right areas. Taking the longest pole Jasmine crawled under the tent and used one leg to prop up the edge so that she could see.

Finally finding the notch for the pole Jasmine knelled and pushed the tent up straight into the air. Jasmine secured the post into the spot and pushed against trying to make sure that it would not come down on her. Nodding content will the stability Jasmine slowly made her way out of the tarp. She shook out her hair and looked over to see if the kit was still asleep or if she was being mischievous trying to play with Chaser.


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Postby Ixzo on April 2nd, 2016, 3:38 pm

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Baultimes' Barrel was just as pleasant as she expected to be. Spirits were never her favorite flavor, although she did enjoy the buzz when she got a chance. Usually, she associated it with festivals, although never as a substitute for a deflated mood.

The chests and barrels that settled in the corner of one tent was small compared to the space allowed for people. The red and gold around her opened up to lead easily outside, making it the perfect spot to socialize, which Ixzo suppose it was meant to be used for. Finding a corner to sulk in would be terribly difficult.

Either way, she sauntered over to the barrels, to the stout, middle aged man. Two Drykas were by his side, and the older man seemed to be having trouble entertaining both the women, only one of which looked remotely interested in his attempts to flirt. They were likely getting free drinks, which was a good enough reason to put up with his rambling for them.

"Baultime?"

"Aye, Walahk." The Drykas said the word so casually, Ixzo didn't realize it was an insult at first. When she grasped the derogatory term, she grimaced at him. Searching? The leisure sign curved out from around one woman's waist. "I've got some ale for you," He seemed to reluctantly detach himself from the women, twirling with surprising ease to look at the barrels stacked behind him. Snagging a mug from the rack, he popped open a cork, letting the light golden liquid spill into the mug, until it was nearly full. It was no small mug, so the Kelvic didn't complain.

Ixzo had yet to say anything, flicking her reflective gaze to watch the two women he had been clinging to. The bored looked one inched away, sipping at the remains of her ale, and the other one threw back what was left. She had to give it to the, the Drykas could drink.

"Here you are." He turned, handing her the mug. Ixzo took it eagerly, fishing in her pocket to pull out four coppers for him.

"Six." He said simply, eyeing the mug that was already in her hands. Still not saying anything, her brow furrowed. Six was a little much for just a mug, wasn't it?

"Baul, you never charge siiiix~" The one that seemed most interested, Ixzo nodded to her, and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, well I do for Walahks, take it or leave it." He reached for her mug. Defensively, and still pissed at the word, Ixzo stepped back. Instead she fished out two more coppers, tossing them to him before turning around. She wasn't going to say thank you to the rude man. Surely he seemed jolly and kind to his Drykas, but she didn’t take kindly to being cheated.

Steering away from the man once more, Ixzo stalked aimlessly through the nearly empty tent, ignoring patrons utnil she found a reasonably dark corner. Only, someone was already sitting in it. Deciding it didn't matter, Ixzo set her mug down on the table in front of them, plopping on the ground, criss cross.

"Hello," She said to the stranger before looking up to see who it was.


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Postby Jasmine Stormblood on April 2nd, 2016, 8:37 pm

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After several bells Jasmine finally had her tent set up. She decided to walk into town since Chaser was out grazing away from the tent. Jasmine wasn't going to bother the stallion just to go to Baultimes' Barrel. The blond wiped her brow as she walked happy to have everything set up at the moment. Yawning the woman looked around for a place to sit after getting an ale. She was not one for ale most days, but after everything that happened last season Jasmine was starting to drink ale more than she did before.

"Hello there beautiful," Baultime said with a smirk at the blond beauty.

"Hey Baultime. One mug please," Jasmine said and took out the four gold he always asked for.

"Just three this time," Baultime said and winked with a smirk.

Jasmine paid him the three gold mizas and took the mug. She walked away rolling her eyes putting what little bit of money back into her pouch. The woman often kept very little money on her at one time. Looking around Jasmine found a dark corner that no one was occupying and went over. She sat down in the dark corner and closed her eyes to relax from the stress of the move again.

"This is much better," Jasmine said and took a sip of the ale.

She was happy to feel the burn going down her throat. The burn meant that everything was okay even if only till the ale was gone. Looking over Jasmine saw several other females walk in and start flirting with the man. Shaking her head the blond went back to relaxing when suddenly a glass was set down across from.

"hello," the woman said looking to the blond.

"Oh hello," Jasmine said with a smile looking at the woman while sitting up.


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Postby Colt on June 10th, 2016, 2:00 am

Ixzo

Skills
Carving +1
Socialization +2

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Using language barriers to cover insults
Free bones: sometimes useless
Drykas men: disrespectful
Drykas women: they hold their liquor



Jasmine Moonstone

Skills
Observation +1
Wilderness survival +1
Socialization +1

Lores
Home life: increasingly tense
Marriage: looming closer
Endrykas: the look of a good campsite
Wilderness Survival: setting up a tent
Baultimes Barrel: a welcome rest after a tiring day

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Short and sweet! Really nice writing from both ends; even though it wasn't very long, it was a pleasure to read. Not a whole lot to be found in terms of skills, but I did my best! Enjoy your grades!
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