Closed Completely Helpless (Merevaika)

In the first few days of living in Syka, he struggles setting up his tent and basic fire building.

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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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Completely Helpless (Merevaika)

Postby Aladon on January 1st, 2018, 5:00 am

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Time Stamp 2nd of Winter 517AV
Locations: Aladon's Parcal of Land
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Standing on the beach part of his parcel, Aladon was quite satisfied with his parcel of land. The Isur made sure that he would that his land would be one quarter beach and the three-quarters jungle. He hadn't explored much of his land yet, but he figured that he would when the construction of the forge was complete. However, at the moment, he needed to get his temporary housing constructed, his tent than he will set up a temporary fire pit on the beach. This was his plan of attack for today than tomorrow he would head to mercantile and order his supplies for forge and his new home. The humidity was high today, and he was dealing with the noon Syna, so he wore his lose clothing to make the most of the breeze coming off the Suvan Sea.

Walking over to his pile of equipment, Aladon pulled out bag containing his four man tent. The Isur picked up the bag with his red left hand and walked it to the location that he wanted to set it up. The location that he choose was a clearing between two large palm trees with sparse grass and sandy dirt. It was far enough off the beach that he didn't have to worry about high tide reaching his tent, and the ground was stable enough to constructed a temporary shelter like a tent. There was a few decent size rocks in the clearing, so he used his left arm to quickly dig them out of the dirt and move them out of the area. He filled the holes with sand from the beach. He moved about ten rocks to the pile in the dry sand. Taking the items out of the bag, he found six poles about seven feet tall and a large collapsible pole with two polls: one pole was five feet and the other piece of 4 feet tall, so when it put together the pole would be nine feet tall, six large steel spikes, and about sixty feet of rope. Lastly, he took out a large folded up thick canvas cloth. When everything was out of the bag, he poles were old lengths because he would bury them a foot down in the soil. It made sense because the tent would need to withstand wind storms and the elements.

Aladon started to put together the center pole than he moved the large bundle of canvas to center of the clearing. He started to unfold the tent, and he started to realize that he will definitely be able to live comfortably with just himself. If he had four people, it would be a cramped situation in the tent. Looking at the tent, he noticed to metal slots sewn into four corners of the tent a larger metal slot sewn into the center. The wood poles with cut in a certain way, so the will fit into the slot without sliding down the pole. The Isur grabbed a pole, lifted the canvas up enough, so he walk under it to a corner. Walking over to the slot in the front right corner, he put the specialty cut pole into the middle of the slot. When he was finished, he used his left hand to dig a foot down into the dirt like it was just air. When he was finished digging, he stood the pole up in the hole and quickly filled the pole. He adjusted it enough, so it was standing straight up into the air.

When he walked out of the tent to grab another pole, Aladon picked up another pole and turned around to watch his tent falling over. When he ran to try saying it, the tent was already fallen completely to the ground. The blacksmith wondered if it was the weight of the other sides and lose soil that brought down the pole. The Isur frowned at his lack of progress, and he realized that he needed help putting up the tent. Aladon looked around for a candidate to help him setting up his tent. He hoped that he found someone, or he would be sleeping in his one person tent for awhile. He didn't look forward to that idea. Putting his his right hand over his eyes, he continued his search for someone. Anyone would do at this point.
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Postby Merevaika on January 2nd, 2018, 5:37 pm

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There was a weird looking man on the beach.

He had arrived the day before, but she had been busy then, with something that wasn't important, and hadn't spotted him. But now, when her focus was directed towards the settlement and the things that lay there, she noticed him. And couldn't stop noticing him. He had dark hair, bright blue eyes, enough muscles to show his strength. Pale skin, silvery veins under it that were almost visible. Wore loose, ordinary clothing. None of that was important, although she caught herself staring at it anyway.

No, it wasn't important. Because his arm was red. The left one. Dark, dark red. Merevaika noticed how her gaze remained on it, the way it flexed, the way the dark red caught the sunlight. At first, she had thought it had been blood-soaked, which had been reason enough to look at it. But now, after staring it for almost half a bell, she was certain it was just coloured like that.

Which led her to the question, what was he?

He was putting up a tent, such an ordinary action. But it wasn't going. Between watching him and his red arm, she amused herself with the task he was struggling with. The pole went up, then fell straight back down again, despite his efforts. The Drykas let out a little laugh, knowing how tents were second nature to her.

While she was laughing, she didn't notice him looking around. Not until he was looking straight at her.

She bit her tongue quickly. Her face fell serious. Possibly even judgemental, as she raised an eyebrow in reply. He was too far to hear her words properly, but he could have seen the laughter. Not that he didn't deserve it. Picking herself up from the rocks she had been sitting on to watch him, she strode over, trying to display confidence in her movements. As if she hadn't just been watching him for forever. Or if he knew, as if it were okay.

"What are you?" she started, blunt with her words. "Not human, not Drykas. You can not put tent up. Not even badly." She smirked, staring straight at his face. If there was a sign of emotion, she wanted to see it, to judge how this went. Besides, it was more intimidating if she never broke eye contact.

After letting him speak, and a long extended moment of silence, she smiled once more, letting her eyes let up with amusement. "Start with middle pole. The big one. Maybe it not fall then?"

And, for the first time since she had first spoken, she looked away. She scanned the tent, the pegs, the canvas, the poles. After all, if she was going to help this man - whatever he was - she had to know how to do it herself. Although she wasn't certain why exactly she was going to help him. It was more fun to let him be useless and watch him fail.

Perhaps after it all, she could ask for something in return?

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Completely Helpless (Merevaika)

Postby Aladon on January 7th, 2018, 5:22 am

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Aladon thought that he heard snickering coming farther down the beach, and he looked over to see a human woman laughing at him. The blacksmith stepped out from the pile of tent on the ground. The Isur was annoyed for a tick because he wasn't used to being laughed at, but he wondered to himself if he could convince her to help him. The women got up from the rocks and walked over to him with a sort of confidence in her step like she knew something that he didn't quite understand. Regardless, he thought to himself if the cocky human wanted to strut around with all the confidence in the world let her. It didn't bother the blacksmith at all. He would get the tent up regardless. It will just take longer. Maybe days. Crossing his arms, he waited for the human female to walk over, and she immediately asked his race. The Isur raised his eyebrow and thought to himself, 'Kind of abrupt aren't you.'

She made it a fact that he wasn't human or Drykas like that a bad thing. The cocky human woman even had the gall to point out his failure with the tent. Holding in the fact that he wanted to tell her to petch off. The blacksmith tipped his hat to the young woman and said in a neutral tone, “Drykas, I never heard of them. Are they one of the human tribes?” Aladon knew their was all sort of human cultures on the continent, but he was so engrossed in his apprenticeship. He kind of forgot if he met one before. The Isur crossed his arms and said with a smirk, “You assume that I am not human? I could be just a normal human with a skin condition.”

Aladon decided that she going to have to earn the right to know about his race for the rude comment. The blacksmith looked her over and saw that she was a pretty woman in a rugged kind of way. She was well muscled for being out in a rugged environment like Syka. Her hair was a disheveled mess, but it a way it suited her. He didn't mean it as a insult. She seemed to be a woman who cared little for her appearance and worn this fact with pride. However, the most stunning feature was her green eyes. They were intense with a shine of pride with a glimmer of arrogance. He might of added the last part because she didn't make a good first impression on him, but all the same, she had a fierceness that he sort of admired. When she instructed him to try putting up the middle pole first, he looked at the tent and said with nod, “Yes, it would make sense. Are you familiar with tent construction?”

Aladon looked at the human woman who was now eying his tent. The look on her face told him that she knew what she was doing when it came to tents. The blacksmith wasn't sure what he could offer her for assistance, but maybe if he talked to her. He could find out. He walked over to her and stuck out his left hand and said politely, “My name Aladon Blackforge Sultros, and in truth, I lived in cities all my life, so I have no clue how to put up a tent as large as this one. Since we are neighbors if you could help me with it. I would be in your debt. A Isur always repays his debts.” The last statement was somewhat true. It would be bad for business if they went back on their word. Still holding his red left hand was held out to her, he asked with a inquisitive look on his face, “May I ask your name, so I can repay you in the future?”

The Isur wondered if the woman would accept his offer if he would be in debt to her. Obviously, she didn't save his life, so the debt would probably just be a service to her. Maybe he would have to sharpen her blades in the future; regardless, he would get a constructed tent and she would gain a future favor. It seemed like a fair deal. Aladon decided to ask, “You mentioned, Drykas. Are they your clan of humans?”
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Completely Helpless (Merevaika)

Postby Merevaika on January 28th, 2018, 10:35 pm

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He wasn't impressed with her cocky attitude, or her direct manner. Well, suit him. She wasn't trying to impress him with any of that. They both knew that he didn't know how to do this - and she did. If he was going to act beyond that, she just wouldn't offer any help in the first place. Not like she needed to in the first place. After all, what was he giving her in return?

Then he had the audacity to call the Drykas "one of the human tribes" as if they were just that. Perhaps biologically, they were, but she would fight him if he reduced them down to the same thing that the other humans in this settlement were. "No," she snapped back quickly, warning him with her gaze to stop viewing Drykas as on the same level as the other humans, "We are not just human. We are better."

But the slight frown on her face wasn't good enough to match his smirk. He was enjoying this and she couldn't let him. Not when she had come closer to be the one enjoying his failures.

And now he was claiming to be human.

"Liar." It was the smirk. The way he said it. If it were true, she doubted he would have said it so nonchalantly. A skin condition - a skin condition like that, that made his veins silver and one arm such a unnatural colour - wasn't something he would just joke about, right? "You use arm weird," she also stated, remembering how he dug out the rocks. Something about that had seemed unnatural. Rocks were hard to dig out of sand. Of course he was strong, but he was tiny, so surely the strength was proportional?

Then he asked her about being familiar with tent construction. Merevaika couldn't help rolling her eyes at that, even knowing he didn't know the Drykas. She was probably as familiar with tents as this man, whatever he was, was familiar with things like walls and doors and buildings. Perhaps she had never put this tent up in her life, but the glint in her eye - and the snorting noise she made at his statement - betrayed that she knew exactly what she was doing.

He stuck a hand out. She knew well enough to take it, but it was curiosity that was actually driving her. It was the red hand he extended. She took it, trying to squeeze hard to create a firm handshake. Merevaika wouldn't admit it, but she was a little scared of feeling pressure back. The hand was as hard as rock and could probably have the same strength as one, if he applied it. There wasn't a chance he was human with a skin condition. And if he thought he could fool her with that, he was more stupid than he looked.

What he was saying, on the other hand, wasn't stupid at all. In fact, it was exactly what she wanted to be hearing. Words like debt and repay made her interest instantly spike and she didn't think twice about giving her his name, even if he could easily find her without it. "Merevaika Stormchaser."

And she started with the tent. Although the pole was large, she managed to get under it and push it upright, pulling the central hole over the largest pole when it was about halfway up and she could still reach it. Once she had managed to balance it on the sand, twisting it a little to push it down slightly, she gestured for Aladon to come over. "Hold," she ordered simply, stepping back and allowing him to keep the pole into place.

Crawling back out from under the canvas, she scanned the sand, finding the pegs thrown to one side. Take them up in one hand, she moved around, stretching out the canvas as far as it would go and pegging it out. The pegs didn't go in too deep - it was only meant to be temporary until they got the rest of the poles in. She didn't want to force them in so much that it was impossible to get them back out again when they redid it. Once they were all pegged out and the tent looked fairly stable, she called out to Aladon again. This time, her voice was much more positive - the familiarity of putting up a tent was enjoyable to the point where she had almost forgotten everything bad.

"Small poles now," she ordered, taking in his last question. Back to calling Drykas humans. Perhaps she could enlighten him - and maybe then he'd do the same. "Drykas live in Sea of Grass. Endrykas. Tent city." That would explain her knowledge with tents. "We move around, with our Striders. They are... horses but more. More clever, more fast, more special." Explaining Striders was hard. Too hard, because she couldn't do them justice. Couldn't do Eryunt justice.

Visibly, she winced at the thought. That was how important Striders were to the Drykas. The loss of one caused the same pain as the loss of a family member. But she couldn't explain that. She didn't have the words.

Instead, she cut herself short there, finding another pole and messing around with getting the tent up. Was that enough to satisfy Aladon, or was he going to throw more painful questions at her?
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