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Taloba, home to the Myrians, is the thriving core of Falyndar. Inhabited by a fierce and savage tribe where blood sacrifices are normal and a way of life, they are untamed and proud of it. Warlike, and with their numbers growing, the Myrians are set on reclaiming what is rightfully theirs. [Lore]

Making Preparations

Postby Tazi on June 9th, 2014, 4:34 am

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The Night Before: End of Spring 514


When Tazi made it to Taloba, she was shaking. All the time she had been running through the mud she tried to reason her choice out. Maybe this had all been a dream. She was really still asleep somewhere. Yet the flash of lightening and roll of thunder told her that she wasn’t sleeping. This kind of noise and rain would have woken her up hours ago. Thankfully it was too dark and wet for the guards to notice her fear and anguish. Even she barely noticed her tears mixing in with the rain as it all ran in sheets down her face.

The rain had not let up by the time she had arrived to her little campsite. Zaza was looked a bit peeved, angry to have been left alone and in the storm. Tazi went up to her friend, running a shaking hand into her tangled mane. At least her campsite was carefully made, with the large tarp spanning between two trees to prevent her horse from getting wet. Tazi, however, was soaked to the bone from running around in the storm. Slowly, she sank down into the mud. Zaza, almost as if she sensed something was wrong, knelt in the mud next to her owner. Together they stayed that way, huddled in sorrow and fear.


1st of Summer, 514


A sharp object to her body and an angry sound from Zaza startled her awake. It was only when the second object collided with her forehead did she leap to her feet. What the petch was that? Finally a third had her spinning on her feet to come face to face with a group of young Myrian children. Zaza was rearing up at them if they came close, snorting and biting at the air. “What do you children think you are doing?!”

“Oh look, the exile speaks!” Scoffed one child, throwing a rock between his hands. A few of the other, younger children snickered as the girl continued, “You shouldn’t be here exile. So until you leave, we can do what we like!”

“I am not an exile,” Tazi growled. The previous night had seemed like a figment of her imagination, although the rocks were slowly making it more real. Her clothes were still damp from running in the rain, her hair knotty from sleeping in the mud next to her horse. Even her clothes were dirty and gross. Everything about her made her seem like an exile, a woman without a home. The children giggled at her, dancing around the lead girl and mockingly howling ‘not an exile!’

“If you aren’t an exile, what Clan are you from?” Giggled the girl, flipping the rock between her fingers.

Tazi opened her mouth to reply, only to have to slowly close it. That’s right. She had been disowned last night. With a heavy heart, she hung her head in shame. The children laughed at her, and threw the last few rocks they had in their grubby little hands at the exile and the horse. Tazi flinched away from the sharp points, bringing her arm up to protect her face from the projectiles. Thankfully, they were only children and did not seem to know how to use a rock as a real weapon. They were only here to make fun of her, not kill her. Death would be a saving grace for Tazi. At least it would be semi honorable for her to suffer death. There was currently no honor in the life she was being forced to lead. As she uncoiled her arms from her face, she watched the children scurry away, laughing. For a brief moment, she thought she saw her mother in the shadows of ruined buildings. After blinking, she was gone. Grumbling at her luck, Tazi began to pack her things.

If she was going to get ahead of these issues, she was simply going to have to get out of Taloba for a while. To do that, she was going to need some supplies. It was going to be an interesting day at the market, especially if everyone else knew that she had been dishonored and disowned.
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Making Preparations

Postby Tazi on June 23rd, 2014, 4:06 am

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“I will not buy anything from you, Exile. Be gone with you!”

Tazi grumbled away, but instead did not argue. This was the second person now that had sent her away. She had been trying to sell some things, her large tent and some smaller trinkets to lighten her pack before she went into the jungle. There were a few things she would not part with, her medicine bag, the pack, and some other things, but it was necessary to lighten the load. Already she knew she was going to have to do something she did not want to do. Taking the reigns, she led Zaza further into the market place. No one would buy from her, but maybe they would sell to her. Everyone liked bikka, everyone needed. No Myrian would turn that down.

Zaza huffed behind her as the streets became more and more crowded. Eventually, it was so slow and crowded Tazi actually grew a little easy. There was no way her mother could have spread the rumors around Taloba this quickly. Some of these people were just milling about, while others were quick to pass through. Few people seemed to notice her, and fewer seemed to care aside from the large horse she was dragging behind her. Children did not play here as it was a dangerous place to be, with vendors constantly arguing and fighting for better stall spots. Moving towards a weapons vendor, she tried her best to look like a normal person there to buy wares. It was just as she was about to speak that the vendor held up his hand.

“I’m going to stop you right there,” He said, in a bossy voice. It was definitely above him to speak that way to a woman, but Tazi waited to see where this was going. “You may think you can speak freely here, Exile, but the entire market place knows about you. I will not buy, but I’ll sell. Point to what you want and get out.”

Well, apparently she had been wrong about her mother. With a shadowed look, she eyed the table. Taking into account that this man wanted nothing to do with her and did not even want to barter with her, she remained silent the entire time. There were hand axes and hammers, some arrows that accompany the bows that hung up behind him, the occasional spear or glaive, and a few daggers. She pointed to one of the plain daggers, which he set off to the side. Quickly she also added a 10 throwing daggers to her pile with a few hand motions. He was quick and subtle with his movements, careful to make it look like he was not paying her any attention. This kept his reputation intact to the eyes of passing people with intention of still making money.

Just as she was about to make her deal, she noticed a rod of gnarled wood. It was not smooth, but it looked finished with some colored metal on both ends. She lifted it, somewhat surprised it was heavier than she anticipated. Curious, she placed both hands and pulled lightly. As it began to slide away from one another, her lips curled into a gentle smile. Two hidden blades, nestled into one another to form a club. Tazi had heard of these tamo blades, hidden nicely within the solid shaft of wood. With confidence, she handed it to the man, whom seemed apprehensive to sell it to her.

“Fifty mizas.”

“That’s more than what the prices are listed."

“You are an exile.”

“I am a Myrian and deserve to be respected!” Tazi hissed, reaching across the table to snatch at his clothes. He wasn’t very quick, and had limited space to run to. He was also trying to keep it very quiet, as to not draw attention to his shady business with the exile. “You will sell them to me for the price listed. Not a miza more, or I will cause a scene and shatter your reputation. You stall will be overrun with angry Myrians for dealing with the likes of me.”

All he did was nod, and she let him go. Handing over the 32 mizas, he handed her the weapons. It was expensive for the cheap metal she was busy, but normal bartering would have been difficult since she was an exile. To get them for their base value was more than she could have wished for at the time. Tucking them into her pack, she led Zaza away, slipping into the shadows.

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Making Preparations

Postby Tazi on June 24th, 2014, 2:21 am

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It was roughly another bell before Tazi could find someone willing to buy some goods from her in exchange for some small items. At one stall, she had stopped to by some snares. While out in the jungle, she figured the jerky would eventually bore her. Fresh meat to cook with would be a lovely reward. She substituted out her large tent for a one person one, bought two pounds of game meat jerky, and sold her lantern. She kept the torches, bedroll, fishing gear, rope, tarp, fire making supplies, and a compass; all things she had walked out of the Scattered Bones with. The saddle bags on Zaza were progressively getting thinner as she placed most everything into the pack on her back. Tazi took the time to tie the tent to the top of her back and roll up the rest of the rope neatly underneath. All of it was easily handled on her back. It was necessary, for the biggest hurdle was about to come for her.

Zaza would be unable to travel with her. The storm had made many of the paths impassable for large animals, and she would move faster without her loyal friend. They could always try, but Zaza was an old Zavian used to cut paths and carrying heavy weights on easy trails. Asking her to move over fallen trees and through mud sounded like a cruel punishment for her loyalty to the Myrian. Tazi stood on the edge of the market place, giving her a good rub down. Her white clothes rapidly became covered in black horsehair. All the while, she watched a few vendors eye Zaza. Tazi had something that some of them wanted, and she was waiting for them to take the bait.

Eventually one did, a slender Myrian woman highly decorated in tattoos and bone jewelery. Half her skull was shaven and tattooed with multiple red eye, hidden in a sea of jungle. The other half was coated in thick, curly black hair containing beads, feathers, and bones. “Ya mount. She seems stockeh. A good burden mare?” The vendor offered, folding her arms securely.

“She is. What do you need a mount like her for?” Tazi said gruffly, making sure to keep herself hidden behind Zaza. This was about the horse, and the less they knew about the owner, the more likely she could get her a good home for a decent price.

“Travel. Pack wares between my clan longhouse and the market. I sell animal skins and bone jewelry.”

“How much will you pay?”

“Fift-“ The woman was immediately cut off as a massive, almost behemoth, looking woman came sliding up behind her. She sported a clever and laughed heartily at the low offer. The jeweler turned with a look of absolute rage glinting in her eye, but bit back whatever had been on her tongue when she realized just how big the woman was.

“Fifty too low. Sell to Hograt. Hograt pay you ninety for the succulent flesh. Even take the tack off your hands. Give to me daughter as honorable gift. Horse die honorable and quick death, legacy remain with Exile.”

Well, there it was. The other woman did not seem to flinch. Instead, she seemed interested in arguing with the butcher. “She buy ya horse to kill. I buy ya horse to give it life and purpose. Fifty fa life and fa purpose.”

Now this was a dilemma. Already tears were welling in her eyes. She did not want to part with Zaza at all, let alone on terms consisting of bloodshed. Yet, she needed the money. New cities meant new expenses, and she had no idea what she was going to need when she got to her destination. Let alone, she did not know the jeweler. It could mean a good or a terrible life. Was Tazi willing to take that gamble? Her stomach plummeted as she thought about it. Already she knew how she was going to answer, and she knew it was going to break her heart for many years to come. Tazi stuck her hand out to Hograt, her lip quivering. The jeweler huffed and left, clearly defeated. Hograt smiled, pulling a coin purse out and digging through the bikka. Once the exchange was complete, Tazi handed the reigns over, checked to ensure that the saddlebags were empty, and then simply turned her back. Zaza went quietly, unaware of her fate.

As she walked away, pack on her shoulders, Tazi heard the painfully familiar voice of Hograt behind her, already peddling her wares. Tazi was sure that Zaza wasn’t even dead yet.

“Fresh horse meat! Come get your fresh horse meat! Bloody, warm, and cut at your request!”

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Making Preparations

Postby Catastrophe on July 10th, 2014, 4:07 am

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Tazi :
Skills

  • Socialisation: 3 XP
  • Observation: 2 XP
  • Intimidation: 1 XP
  • Trade: 1 XP

Lores

  • Exile: Scorned by All
  • Zaza: Companion Turned Horse Meat

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  • I'm not sure what the total was in the end after all of those transactions. I caught the purchase of all those weapons for thirty two mizas, but other than that you never specified. Could you message me about this?



Notes :
A sad thread indeed, but one that had to be done nonetheless. I got a little teary eyed when Zaza left Tazi's company. Being someone who doesn't eat animals and who treats them almost like humans, I felt pretty dejected having read that. I hope Tazi's life gets better in the future! *mutters* Stupid kids.

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