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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Repeat After Me

Postby Itt on February 10th, 2019, 7:08 am

10th of Winter, 518 A.V.
Merchant Ring;
The People's Market

The sun was beaming down upon the water, the reflections and twinkling patches making the water appear solid like hardening wax instead of its usual liquid appearance. The slight breeze nipped like it was cold, but Itt's cheeks were warm as he stared at the canal water splashing into the city's foundation. He let his feet dangle above the gentle waves.

He was hungry. There wasn't many berry bushes around here, and that Kelvic lady told him not to shift since being a Kelvic was bad in this city, so he couldn't eat leaves without people staring at him saying "what the petch". He figured he could buy some food, but the issue was that people seemed to exchange items for food, and Itt didn't have anything to exchange. It was all back home. He missed home. Everything here was new and interesting, and he was learning a lot, but he wanted to go back to his tree at some point. He liked his tree.

Itt sighed. His tummy rumbled.

The young Kelvic was practically pulled to stand by his stomach, dragging him towards the nearest scent of food. It wasn't a long path considering that he was near the booming voices of merchants and farmers in their district. He hadn't ever entered the space itself, considering that the grand entryways were imposing, and the streets were always busy— too busy for him. He liked people and all, but he needed space. Rubbing shoulders with strangers constantly wasn't his kind of thing. Maybe for someone out there, but not him.

Just like the times before, Itt paused in front of the large, southern entry way towards the People's Market, looking up at the archways that were silhouetted by the sun. His hunger pangs nudged his feet forward, but his personal bubble rooted itself into the ground, causing nothing to happen at all except for him to stare awkwardly in the shadow of an average arch leading to an average market with average people. People who passed by raised their eyebrows in similar manners to the arch when they saw the unmoving man, seemingly mesmerized— or terrified of this simple construction.

At least until a man walked by with a piece of paper in his hands. Obviously not pleased or interested in what the page had to say, he groaned and threw it over his shoulder. The wind gently caught it and gracefully put it directly over Itt's face.

Startled by the sudden page splattered over his eyes, the human sloth stumbled backward, grabbing the paper. He pulled it away after some fumbling and glanced around, eyes searching for who it was that wanted him to have this paper. But no one stood out, leaving Itt with nothing to do with the paper but look at it.

"Mhm. Mhm. Mmmmm, mhm."

Yep. He still couldn't read.

He wanted to know what it said though. After all, someone went to the lengths to shove it in his face, so it was meant for him. Maybe he could ask someone to tell him what these words meant.

Looking up from the document, the Kelvic glanced at the faces swimming in the stream of people, unable to pinpoint one that seemed to have even a smidgen of time to spare. Everyone was either talking gibberish to someone else or walking way too fast, leaving Itt puzzled. His feet ambled forward, pressing through the invisible barrier he had set up for himself, entering the market. His brown eyes scanned and scanned, not finding one person who didn't appear busy or on some sort of mission.

He bit his lip, looking down at the page. He took a deep breath, but the strong aromas from the food stands around him overwhelmed him, and his stomach rumbled. He glanced at his stomach for that in a silent shush, looking to his right at the stand there.

The set up was simplistic, jars set up in rows according to their contents. There were mostly jars of gooey honey, air bubbles slowly rising from the bottom to the top, but a few were jams which shimmered.

Itt stared longingly at the jam jars, his limbs feeling weak from noticeable hunger.

"Excuse me." A small voice asked, though the crowd had overpowered it. "Excuse me, sir." The voice raised more, Itt tearing his longing stare away from the jars and towards the voice which came from behind the stand. A young woman stood there with black braids and a warm, fluffy hat. "Would you like to buy some jam?"

Itt blinked at her, not having a clue what she said. But maybe she could help him with this paper. He quickly lifted the page up and pointed to the biggest word,"What?" He asked.

The lady gave him an odd look, but leaned over the stand briefly to read the letters. "Courier Wanted. Oh, you're a courier!" She seemingly beamed.

"Yes." Itt nodded, excited about understanding something. He understood what you are meant. That meant he is something. But what did courier mean? " Cory-er." He flipped the page around so he could look at the letters again. So that big word said You're a courier?

"Hold on just one tick." She held up a finger to him before tapping the woman next to her behind the stand. This woman was significantly older and had her sleeves rolled up, her fingernails dirty, and an intricate marking under her left ear, shimmering slightly. "Momma, this young man right here is a courier!"

"Is he now?" She put a couple of silver mizas in her pouch that hung on her belt, a man walking away from the stand with a jar of honey. "Come here then." She waved her hand towards him, bending down to grab something from underneath their booth.

Itt blinked, his gaze shifting between the two women. When he didn't move, the young woman took his hand and pulled him over to the side of the booth. Itt pulled his hand back when she let go enough for him to do so. "Sorry, I just wanted you out of the walkway."

Itt nodded yet again."Sor-ry," he mimicked.
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Repeat After Me

Postby Itt on February 13th, 2019, 2:28 am

She smiled lightly, her mother standing up straight with a jar wrapped in cloth with a bow to tie it all up. "Take this to a man named Caesar. He runs a fish stand a couple of platforms down with a red sign that says Red Tail." She put the jar on the booth in front of him.

Itt rubbed his jaw, eyebrows furrowed. Man, he really wished he understood what she was saying.

The woman looked at the younger one,"Do you take me as a fool?" She glared.

The daughter's eyes widened,"That's what he said! He pointed to the word courier and said yes!"

The mother looked towards Itt, grabbing the paper. "This is a wanted poster, he's not saying he is a courier!" She rolled her. "He doesn't even speak common, he's probably from another city. Are you from Sylira?" She asked him before correcting herself, hoping he would understand her better,"You, home, Sylira?"

Itt furrowed his brow more. Home? Neither him or his tree were called Sylira. She shook his head.

The woman nodded,"See? He's probably from Ava- wait, come here." She went around her daughter and pointed towards the sun to their left. "Look." She encouraged. Itt quirked an eyebrow and glanced in the direction she pointed, up towards the sky. The mother stared sternly at his eyes while the light was shining on them, leaning in slightly, which Itt noticed and looked towards her, stepping away. "Come on, keeping looking." She pushed his chin, and effectively his whole face towards the sky, making him step away again, but look like she wanted. While she studied his brown eyes, Itt looked at the clouds in the sky. He sighed, the smell of the food around him making his grow tired with hunger. "Nah." She finally decided. "He's not a Vantha."

But a gull flew overhead, Itt's eyes widening. He pointed,"Bird! Bird!" He knew that word! Was that what she wanted him to see?

Both the mother and the daughter looked up at the sky. "Oh yeah, a bird." The daughter said, half amused.

"Wind Reach?" The older woman inquired. "Home, Wind Reach?"

Itt looked at her when she mentioned home. "Home?"

"Yes, home, Wind Reach? Big birds?"

Yeah, his home had birds! "Yes, home birds!"

"Ah. Probably an Inarta mixed blood then. He's come quite a long way to get here. Unfortunately, I don't know any Nari. Maybe we can explain to him where Caesar is. Listen to me." She looked at Itt. "I give jar." She handed him the jar from the booth. "You give jar to Caesar."

The cogs in Itt's brain were turning, trying to translate what was being said. She handed him to jar, so 'I give jar' must mean to hand something. He nodded. "I give jar."

"To Caesar. Repeat after me: Caesar."

"Cezar?"

"Yes, Caesar. Big man, beard." She puffed up to make herself big, even though she was several inches taller than Itt. She also took her pony tail and pulled it in front of her face by her chin to replicate his beard.

Itt thought it looked funny and chuckled. "Big man beard."

"Yes, good. Big man beard by red fish. You know red fish?" Fish. Fiiiiish. That sounded familiar. She Wiggled her hand back and forth in a side ways waving motion. " Fish?" Her daughter joined in, putting her hands to her jaws and flapping them while sucking in her lips.

Oooooooh! "Fish!" Itt grinned, nodding.

"Yes, yes, good! Fish! You give jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar. Repeat after me."

"You (you) give (give) jar (jar) to (to) big (big) man (man) beard (beard) by (by) red (red) fish (fish) named (named) Caesar (Caesar)."

"Good man! He's that way, go give." She ordered, pointing down the market.

Itt grinned and nodded, turning around with his jar and marched down the road.
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Repeat After Me

Postby Itt on February 14th, 2019, 7:51 am

Itt walked with a confident, long stride, grinning wildly with his teeth down the street. With the package tucked and held close to his chest, his other arm swung in large swings by his side, practically marching with a new purpose. His dramatic steps and exaggerated motions made many passerby step aside to avoid his path and even his shadow which stood behind him.

It felt like the world was parting for his sake like he was the... the... he didn't know the word, but he was the big man! Everyone followed his command, even if that command was in his mind. All of Mizahar was his squirrel hole.

Itt walked some ways, repeating the mantra," you give jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar," over and over again, like it was a bird's song, albeit a horrible one that got more distorted the more he said it. He passed by a stand serving bread, others fresh herbs, and upon coming across a live fire, cooking meat to perfection, Itt finally paused in his determined parade in thought.

What did "you give jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar" actually mean again? With every second his memory was fleeting of what he had determined the words meant. He remembered big man beard, it meant the long hair on one's face. That was pretty funny. And fish, that was those things in the water he saw earlier this season. But what was Caesar? And you give jar? Something to do with this package thing he had? He couldn't remember. Not that he likely understood correctly anyway.

So, what he had were red fish and big man beard. So someone with a big man beard by some fish. Or maybe the red fish had big man beards? No, someone had a beard and was by red fish. Unless fish had hair. Did fish have hair? The one in the lake didn't seem to have hair. Or a man beard. So a person then. Definitely person.

So all he needed to do was find someone who had a beard and was by fish! Simple!

The sloth started moving again, his shadow walking in front of him, the sun warming his back from the chilled breeze. He scanned the booths for fish and he eyed the people for beards, his wide-eyed stare lingering when someone who had facial hair came across his path. He did see fish and he did see bearded people, but never at the same place.

Eventually, Itt felt a tug on his shirt, which made his jolt, wiping around to look at what had snagged his clothes.

"What are you doing?" The woman who had given him the package asked, her brows not looking happy. Itt's face scrunched with confusion. How did he end up back here? He was walking the other way, wasn't he? He glanced down at the ground and then at the sun. Oooh, he must have gotten turned around when he stopped to think earlier. He did remember the sun being in his eyes and then suddenly not. "You should be giving jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar!"

"Yes, you give jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar." He nodded.

"Yes, Caesar that way." She pointed down the path again, her hand now on his back, nudging him down that way. The touch made Itt's back curl away and ultimately moved him forward. "Go, give Caesar."

"Give Caesar." He nodded once more, starting down his journey yet again to find this mysterious person.
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Repeat After Me

Postby Itt on February 23rd, 2019, 5:51 am

Itt shook his skin as he walked away, not enjoying the lingering feeling of an unwanted touch on his back. It made his hair prickle up and he didn't like it. But he would have continued walking in the wrong direction had she not stopped him, so maybe he should be thankful.

He decided to try and forget, going back to repeating the mantra. He glanced behind himself to double check that his shadow was once again behind him, as it should be. After all, he didn't want to get turned around yet again. Considering his shadow was behind him, Itt regained the bounce in his step and bounded through the crowds once more, still searching for a matching pair of beards and fish. His cheery stride grew into a leisurely jog taking up the empty spaces between couples and families and individuals, the sun hitting his face and making him warm. That jog also grew, but it turned into a more painful run as he grew too hot and his stomach acid sloshing around angrily in his empty stomach. He also wasn't able to fluidly avoid people as he had before, and his bare feet hurt from pounding on the ground.

Needless to say, he stopped running pretty quickly, coming to a complete stop in order to pant and shake his dirty feet. That was definitely more painful and unexpectedly tiring than he had anticipated. He supposed that previous bound of energy he had really wasn't energy at all. Oh well. He'd just take a quick rest here and hope to not keel over while he checked where he was.

So his shadow was still behind him, so that's good. He also saw the familiar cooked meat stand he ended up at earlier not too far away, so he had successfully retraced his steps back to where he was before he messed up. Itt quickly glanced at the other stands nearby, trying to remember their symbols and items in hopes he will remember more of the area for when he returns.

The sun ducked behind a few clouds, shading Itt from the immediate heat of the sunlight, leaving only the cool breeze to chill his overheating body. It felt good on his slightly damp skin. The Kelvic shook his head and gulped down the burning sensations in the back of his throat and walked, this time slowly, on.

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A half a bell had slipped away from the day and Itt was dumbfounded in the middle of the market. How could he not have found this man yet? It's been years it feels like but there was still no sign of this bearded guy by fish.

Growing weak through his vigorous journey, Itt came to a stop, almost falling to the ground. His stomach hurt and his throat burned and his feet throbbed and this wasn't a good time. He just wanted to find this stupid man and go to sleep somewhere. Or eat food. Or all of the above. The sloth looked up in defeat at the endless number of faces moving in and out of his vision. He supposed he should go back to the woman to ask for help. Maybe she pointed the wrong way.

But where was he again?

Itt had lost track of his steps over time, given the sheer amount of info he had to remember and his depleted energy. He remembered the stand with the cooked food near the herb stands, but he wasn't near that anymore. How was he going to find her again? Let alone the man she wanted him to find and likely has never seen? Lazy fingers scratched his scalp, dry skin flaking into his hair. He stared at the ground in thought.

His shadow caught his eye again, however, it now laying to his right side. Well, apparently walking towards his shadow worked last time to get him back to the woman. Maybe it would help him get there again, or at least to a more familiar area.

With a new goal in mind, Itt trudged on, following the steps of his own shadow. It led him further into the market and familiar, hunger-inducing smells roused his brain. Yeah, this was more familiar. He smelled those salts before. And those jerkies, and wheat. Yeah, okay, he was going the right way! He didn't move any faster than before, but his spirits, and therefore his head and shoulders lifted, and he put on a faint smile.

Several chimes later and he was back at the cooked meat stand, and soon enough, at the original stand with the honey and berries and the two women.

The daughter spotted him first and turned towards her mother, informing her of his arrival. The older geezer looked up, looking at him similarly to how she first looked at him, with genuine relief on her wrinkled cheeks. But when he got closer and she saw the package still in his hand, her folds grew tenfold in anger.

"Are you kidding?!"

"Ma, I don't think he understands-" The daughter tried to console, but the mother rolled her eyes and waved her hand, bending over to reach for something under her stand yet again.

Itt blinked slowly, his gaze lingering between the two. "Here, I'll draw you a map. You can't mess up if you have a map." The woman muttered, tearing out a sheet from the back of her ledger and drawing some careful lines on it with charcoal. After circling two spots on the makeshift map, she handed Itt both items from her hands. Itt took the paper and charcoal piece, now having both hands full.

"You. Here." She pointed to Itt and then one of the circles on the map. Most of it was a long corridor with boxes lining the sides, and bigger boxes lining those. Itt could only assume the big ones were buildings and the small ones were stands. The stranger then pointed to the second circle. "Caesar." Her firm gaze locked onto Itt's dreary one, gauging whether he understood.

"Caesar?" He pointed to the circle the best he could with his thumb.

"Yes. Caesar."

The Kelvic nodded, making sure he had a hold on everything and looked down the way he came. He glanced up at the street, then at the page a few times, not sure how it was lining up with the image. At least not until the lady took the page from his hand and reorientated it to face the same way. She pushed his shoulder once more, causing his feet to move forward.

Alrighty then, here he goes...

Again...
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Repeat After Me

Postby Itt on February 23rd, 2019, 6:58 am

With the energy, he could muster and his waning interest in the matter, Itt traversed the market for the third time in a row. His feet dragged as he shambled on, the sun returning with a vengeance. He knew it was supposed to be winter, and the air was cold, but the sun was accentuating his heat flashes or something because he was just too hot and tired and he didn't want to do anything.

He vaguely lined up the boxed with what was around him, going by one stand at a time to make sure he wouldn't skip over the correct place. But when the half-way mark came and Itt audibly became hungry, he wondered why he was even bothering to do this at all.

He didn't need to give this random guy this jar. He didn't need to get yelled and touched again by an old lady. He didn't even know what was in this jar anyway. For all he knew, it could be food that he could just eat so that way he didn't feel like he was starving and low on energy. But maybe that's why he was doing it? Did she promise him food if he did it? Although his memory said no, his belly said yes, and that growling confirmation was enough for him to put up with the misery and do the job. He wanted food. He needed food. So if doing this will get him some, then he'd do it.

Itt pressed on, one step at a time. His legs wobbling and threatening to fold a few times, but he eventually passed by enough stands where he started to smell the distinct scent of fish. He perked up some and looked around. Sure enough, just to his left, there was a small fish stand sandwiched between two larger stands selling bread, corn, and sugar. That's why he hadn't seen him before! It's early impossible to! The poor guy's sign was half covered up by the other ones who's signs well overhung their boundaries. And the guy was rather small himself, standing only an inch taller than Itt at a mere 5'3. He did have an impressive beard white beard though.

The Kelvic quite literally lunged at the opportunity to reach him, dropping the charcoal piece in the process. The older gentleman quirked an eyebrow at the odd display. "Would you like to buy some fish, lad?"

Itt sighed with a smile, repeating the stupid mantra for one final time. "Give jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar."

The stranger's eyebrows were furrowed as he spoke, but when his name was called his face relaxed more. "Alright, have it here." He held out his hands. Itt gladly gave him the dead weight. The man examined the package and unraveled it, revealing the jar of honey the woman had given him. He smiled,"Okay then. Tell her I got it okay."

Itt blinked.

He blinked back.

"You okay, son?" Itt's eyes squinted at his lips. The man nodded slowly. "I got it." He waved his hand gently. Itt nodded, slowly meandering back, picking up the charcoal he had dropped a moment before (it now broken in half). Following the same line of stands that his map said to he returned to the original circle.

The woman eyed Itt but was pleased to see he no longer had the package. "Caesar say what?" Itt half nodded, his mind too tired to really think about what she wanted. "Caesar. Say. What?" She said slower.

The man didn't say repeat after him, but because she kept repeating say and Caesar, the words the man had said rolled out of his mouth like regurgitated food. "I got it."

"Good." She dug into the pouch that clung to her hip and pulled out three silver rocks and plopped them in his palm. They were smoother than rocks though and had markings. "Now go." Like Caesar had before, she waved him away too, leaving Itt lost as to how to feel about their interaction.

He did all of that for a bunch of rocks? Well, that was just some darn stupid luck he had. What was he supposed to do with these? Who would want some boring dumb ro- wait a minute, that girl had the same rocks he had.

Itt watched as a woman gave a merchant who was selling nuts some silver mizas, the merchant handing her a small bag of them. Itt grinned.

Using the very last of his excited energy, he rushed over and practically threw the stones at the man and held out his hands. The merchant was bewildered, catching one of the three and quickly picking up the other two from the ground. He frowned at Itt and asked what he wanted, but the sloth, not willing to put any more energy into interpreting for the day just waved his cupped hands again. The merchant wasn't happy with their interaction but put the three silver mizas in his pocket and took out a medium sized bag and scooped a pound of walnuts into it. He gave Itt a fake smile and put it in his hands.

Itt grinned and slinked his way out of the market as quickly as his tired body would let him, sitting by the large archway he had begun at in the first place. He put the bag in his lap and took out one of the nuts, trying to crack the shell with his fingers. It was sturdy, however, and Itt was lacking in strength, so after a second attempt with his teeth (nearly breaking a tooth instead of opening the walnut), Itt smashed the nut against the archway until it shattered into pieces. The nut inside was also in pieces, but Itt didn't care, just eating the crumbs and starting again with the next nut.

The sun was beginning to set by the time Itt grew full from his walnuts, and he smiled happily. Curling up around his bag, ready to sleep right then and there, he thought that the encounter was definitely worth all the trouble.
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Repeat After Me

Postby Rohka on August 25th, 2019, 5:45 pm

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    Socialization +1
    Observation +1
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    Common: You give jar to big man beard by red fish named Caesar.
    Common: I got it
    Land Navigation: Symbols and items at the stands of the Market
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+ 1 Piece of broken charcoal and parchment

Its, what a fun thread! The happenstance courier job was well done, and his struggles to understand and find his way was absolutely endearing - I got hungry reading about Itt’s hunger haha. So glad he figured out how to buy walnuts! Great job :)


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