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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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Together We Stand

Postby Graham Whipmane on January 5th, 2016, 11:13 am

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5th of Winter, 515 AV



Chevas mark fresh on his neck and his fingers wound with his beautiful wife's, Graham turned to face their friends and family, a triumphant smile breaking across his face.

Their families were the first to surge forward, and Graham released Ife's hand briefly so that they could be embraced. His mother swooped in before the others, pressing a kiss to his cheek and squeezing his shoulder, her face full of pride, before making room for his father.

The Ankals face was wet with tears as he pulled his son into a tight hug, patting his back emotionally. His sisters came next, smiling and teary eyed as they ducked under each of his arms for a quick hug before darting over to officially welcome Ife into the Pavilion.

Graham waited until Ife was finished with her own family before clasping forearms with her father. "Thank you." he murmured sincerely, voice cracking slightly with the force of the days emotions, before turning next to her emotional mother.

Finally, Graham turned to regard the rest of his family, friends and all the other well wishers that had gathered to witness their union under Cheva. With a splitting smile he started forward, eager to clasp arms and thank them all for their overwhelming love and support.





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Together We Stand

Postby Ife on January 5th, 2016, 11:33 am

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It was all over far too quickly for Ife’s liking, or perhaps she had been too bewildered with excitement and nerves to truly notice the wedding in which she had taken part in. Nevertheless, she felt deliriously happy and had an immediate desire to redo it all again. She wanted to be pronounced as Ife Whipmane for the first time again, and to kiss her husband to cement their matrimony.

Husband!

She had a husband!

Unable to contain herself, she squeezed Graham’s hand gently, throwing him a wide grin before they separated to be greeted and congratulated by their respective families. The Windstrides wasted no time before pouncing upon their daughter and sister, hugging and kissing her cheeks.

“Oh, Ife! It was a beautiful ceremony!” Mea gushed, her eyes wet and red but the smile on her lips broad. In a typical motherly way, the woman set about neatening up Ife’s hair, despite it barely moving since she had last fixed it half a bell earlier. After nonexistent creases in Ife’s dress had been smoothed out, Mea finally stepped aside to allow other family members to speak to her daughter.

Braken Windstride remained silent, his jaw locked tightly as if to stop those overwhelming emotions from escaping out. But he nodded and smiled, pulling Ife into a hug and resting his his chin atop her head. Eventually, he whispered, “yes. Beautiful.” in Nari, but Ife barely heard him.

Her brothers and sister were next, laughing and elbowing her in jovial, yet proud, ways. Royce in particular was glowing with happiness, and he delighted in calling Graham brother over and over again, almost as much as Ife seemed to enjoy referring to him as husband.

But now was the time for celebrations, and Ife, emotionally weary but happier than she had ever been before, rejoined her husband to welcome their extended family and friends. “Hello again, husband.” She drawled upon their reunion, smirking and raising on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek fondly. “You’re stuck with me now.”
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As of the 15th Winter, Ife is pregnant. She will be suffering from sickness, bloating, and will be constantly ravenous. No food source is safe
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Together We Stand

Postby Amunet on January 16th, 2016, 7:41 pm

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This was a happy occasion. She should be enjoying the general happiness. The little red head had a smile on her face and everything. It was a good match and both pavilions were in full celebration mode. Her little camp was half way between the Whipmane Pavilion and the River Flower. Amunet agreed to see to the Whipmane’s ailments as she would be close at hand and they watched her little camp. Her donkeys and Strider were allowed to move with their herd. The young woman was dressed in Opal robes of a healer. Beneath the open robe was the dark burgundy red of the ruby clan. Though her pavilion had kicked her out, her clan hadn’t. The hair was braided and up half way so the length of her hair flowed down to her hips. It was in stark contrast to the opal robes. The mark that graced her face in elegant swirling sigils of winged serpents announced what she is.

Her steps were light and graceful as she moved through the crowd saying her congratulations to both side of the family. She took a cup of fruit juice as she wanted her mind alert in case revelers got a bit too much to drink. Amunet was always thinking of work. It was all she had. She missed the closeness of her family and that pain ran deeply. The casual observer wouldn’t know it to see the smile on her face. As the diminutive shape wound her way through the crowd to see the happy couple, she found Graham’s tall figure as she smiled and stood a respectful and discreet distance before the couple. Her own hair was maybe a shade or two darker than Ife’s hair. Both were heavily streaked by the syna’s light. Amunet smiled gently to the both of them, put both hands together in a prayer type form and bowed slightly.

“May Rak’keli bring you both health and well-being in your marriage and your life together. Congratulations Graham and Ife. “ She said with clear sky blue eyes. Those eyes held a golden glimmering sunburst that appeared to shimmer and move. It could be a trick of the light.

Her evocation for their health and well-being was sincere and she meant every word. They looked radiant and happy which was how it should be. This was how a joining was supposed to be about, love and happiness not profit or gain. Not like it was for her. It was good to see, but inside she was saddened that this kind of happiness was so far away for her. It seemed impossible yet here it stood before her as a possibility. It looked so easy to have. It looked so insanely difficult. The young healer rubbed her temple as her eyes still hurt. The images of that poor man who was mangled by the shipwreck who died before her eyes still lingered in her dreams. So did the unusual event that caused her to have sunbursts in her eyes.

“It is a lovely day. I probably should seek some shade. If you will excuse me.“ She said as she continued to rub her temple. She went to find such seating and found a small barrel on the side of a tent under a tree. It was perfect. The red head could still see the happy couple and the rest of the growing crowd of people. The cool breeze seemed to find her as she closed her sore eyes and welcomed the cooling sensation. She hadn’t eaten much either in the last three days. She waited for the throbbing to subside as she sipped her juice
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Together We Stand

Postby Azmere on January 31st, 2016, 6:27 am

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Azmere was still a bit groggy from his nap but it was better than nothing. Having spent half of the night chasing down his food thief had burned his morning and the past few bells of sleep were needed. He sat down with a bucket of water and mixed in some dried flowers. He began to scrub away the crap of the last few days making sure to hit all of the important areas but focusing mainly on his upper body and face. His friend had gotten married. Though it had been a while since they had last had occasion to visit, Azmere felt it important to show his support. A few more chimes of freshening up had the archer feeling as though he had done enough. He even shaved off his stubble though that was a weekly kind of thing. Azmere got dressed in his nicer wool shirt and new pair of pants. He used the same pavilion and clan wraps that he had worn for the festival and spent the next fifteen chimes adorning his frame with trinkets. It wasn’t that he wanted to, in fact he hated it but special events like this deserve an extra effort in such matters.

The Drykas stepped from his tent and tossed on his cloak. He settled his quiver into one of the yvas bags and his club into the other. He didn’t need to wear his weapons but the dagger went into his belt and the bow went over his head and shoulder. He could leave the bow on the yvas handle once he arrived but didn’t feel comfortable roaming about without Vihar. He moved to the larger tent in his pavilion and peeked his head in through the flap. He signed to his mother goodbye and tried to leave but was stopped short by the small woman.

“Not so fast, Az.” She was the only one who called him that. “You have to take this.” She moved through the tent and handed him a large crock that was big enough to store grain or even make stew. It had a lid and was decorated with the Whipmane style of knots in a line down one side and Windstride style knotting down the other. The lid had a Stormblood knot on it. Azmere smirked and took the jar then leaned down and kissed his mother on the side of her head just wear her soft hair went over her temple.

“Couldn’t resist, could you?” He smiled his crooked smile and walked to Hephiestian. He very carefully wrapped the gift in his winter blanket and then stashed it securely in the yvas bag. He had to transfer the club to the other side, however but that didn’t take long. The older woman watched her son with love in her eyes and a smirk on her lips.

“You look awfully handsome. Maybe Graham can introduce you to some of his wife’s friends…” Her voice was coy but there was a playfulness to her tone. Still, the comment got her a free look of disdain from Azmere. The women tossed her hands and went back into the tent. The Drykas mounted his stallion and turned him with practiced ease. He squeezed his knees on the steed’s flanks and they were off at a nice casual gallop. After several chimes of easy riding, Azmere slowed Hephiestian with some clicks of his tongue and a relaxed posture atop the creature. This allowed him to walk his strider right up to the party. Azmere stopped the big oaf with a pull on the yvas handle and then slid off to the side landing without incident. He removed Vihar then lovingly placed it on the yvas. He carefully removed the gift and unwrapped the blanket. He took the time to neatly fold it back up before stuffing it into his bag.

The archer strode amongst the gathering not paying much attention to the people. He noticed some that he recognized but no one interesting. He disliked parties. The drinking, the shouting, the contests of every sort and the thing he couldn’t stand the most was the constant prying of the elders and ankals to arrange every single person to another single person. Seriously, a young man or woman couldn’t walk anywhere in the Tent City without someone commenting on who would be a good match. Azmere say the groom with that big doofus smile and his lovely little bride. He shook the thoughts from his head and moved forth with a warm smile as crooked as a dog’s hind leg, as some would say. He waited his turn for a few people to say their well-wishes and slowly eased forth in the crowd. He ignored an older woman with round cheeks and gossiping lips who harrumphed on his approach. If he remembered people correctly, it was an aunt or something to the bride. Azmere moved ahead another step and tried to block the whispering that was not so quiet from his mind. Crazy woman was ruining his calm.

Azmere closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly had a thought. Graham had yet to see the change his eyes had undergone. Would he think it cool? Would he freak out? Would Azmere scare this Ife person? Wouldn’t that be a story to tell.

    ”Hey son, how’d things go at the party?”

    “Great. I showed up and gave them the gift.”

    “Then what happened?”

    “Then the bride snapped upon seeing a big guy all scarred up with creepy eyes and she smashed the crock on my head right before she ran away crying and screaming.”

    “Aww. She smashed the crock?”

Azmere instantly became nervous. His body language changed and the proud stance gave way to a defeated or tired sway. It was his turn and Azmere moved quickly but his motions were a bit mechanical. He signed congratulations to Graham and Ife knowing the big lug enough to realize he was in for a hug so Az simply clutched the crock and braced for it. Once that was out of the way he offered a genuine smile. “She’s too pretty for you, Graham.” Azmere plugged that line perfectly as if had practiced it on the way over…which he might have. He offered the jar to the new Whipmane. “From the Stormbloods. I am Azmere.” Once ife would take the jar, Az would sign his congratulations again. With a look back to Graham, one of the few people who was at eye level, Azmere gave him a stern hug then stepped back. “I must go.” He threw up signs for work and unfinished. He bowed to the couple with a polite nod and turned to leave. He paused and turned back around. “We should hunt again.”

Azmere pivoted once more and made a dart for Hephiestian. The thought of leaving was making him feel better already. He slung the bow over his head and arm and hopped up onto the yvas. It was time to be leaving this crowded place. As he turned the stallion to leave, his eyes caught sight of Amunet. He smiled and waved at her in a common greeting among the Drykas. He could go say hi but he didn’t know if she would even want to talk. She looked a bit thin in the face like she’d been sick and the way she was holding her head indicated a bit of illness or a certain red head had too much to drink last night. Regardless, Azmere nudged Hephiestian and guided them away from the city towards the endless horizon. A good ride in silence does wonders for a clouded mind.
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Together We Stand

Postby Shaqira on July 21st, 2017, 1:05 pm

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A M U N E T

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Cosmetology +1
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Cosmetology: Shaving
Philtering: Adding flowers to water for a bath
Dressing dapper for a wedding!
Drykas culture: Guests give gifts to a wedding couple

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