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Re: Crossing the Wildlands (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:15 pm
by Anisa Amri
Anisa raised an eyebrow and glanced over her shoulder at her companions, as if checking to see if they really meant to call her 'sacred one'. Assuming that meant that they wouldn't dare attack her, she sheathed her sabers. "I can't say I e'er been called 'sacred', but whate'er ye say. Thanks fer the 'elp," she replied to Ehini. The half-elf glanced back over her shoulder to ask her party their opinions."What ye think, mates? Ye want te take advantage o' their 'ospitality?"

Re: Crossing the Wildlands (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:15 pm
by Granite Stoneheart
Granite's brows furrowed as she watched the natives and Anisa. It seemed they were big fans of elves. What did they think of dwarves though? Perhaps she'd have to play the part of Velfur again to avoid stirring any fear in this secluded culture. Her armor hid any hint of her feminine curves.

The dwarven woman stepped up to Anisa's flank, waiting for a reaction. If they assumed she was male, she'd go with it. If they were observative and unsure, then she would introduce herself as female.

Re: Crossing the Wildlands (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:16 pm
by Mana Link
Alm moved closer to the newcommers. Anisa was getting somewhat friendly with them, and they seemingly ignored poor Granite. The grassrunner puffed up his chest before speaking. "Hello there, if you think Anisa is some sort of holy one, then I must be a freaking god." Alm licked his hand and stuck it out towards the supposed leader. "I'm insane- er- Alm."

Re: Crossing the Wildlands (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:16 pm
by singularityman
Ehini looked at the Grassrunner with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, the woman spoke well and seemed to have a level head on her shoulders. But this one caught the tribesman off guard and he considered what the custom of licking his hand was. Not wishing to insult them, the scout leader nodded then reached out and clasped the Alm's hand at the wrist and held it securely then spoke. "Insane..ER Alm, who licks his hand, know that you are welcome as well. I know not what...a god is..if you mean spirit then, I would think you and your fellows are Spirit touched. The Sacred one there, she is spirit folk as our legends say by the ears of such. But enough talk of such things. Come we shall take you back to our village where you may all eat, drink and rest."
He released the grassrunner's arm and gathered his other tribesmen then turned towards Anisa and spoke again. "Follow usplease Sacred one."

And then he and the others broke into a trotting run as the warriors headed through the tall grasses back towards their home.

Re: Crossing the Wildlands (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:16 pm
by CrimsonJustice
Ultarik followed them along with the others, these people seemed quite superstitious but friendly. The group needed some safe refuge, they all lived through everything as he had hoped. Maybe Kaladorn would have new instructions for him after this, he took a brief check for the raven that was always nearby to guide him in case they got lost.

"Anisa, maybe we could ask them for help guiding us safely the rest of the way. Who knows what will happen next, though my axe and my blood craves for more battle after this brief respite."

He was not at all tired of the battles, if the others were then they had their reasons. To him this was truly a test of his skill, and as a warrior this was something most jobs never really gave him the chance for.

Re: Crossing the Wildlands (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:16 pm
by Anisa Amri
Anisa scratched her head, shrugged, then followed Ehini. I guess elves are sacred, she thought. Turning to Ultarik, she shrugged again. "Mebbee, tho' we 'aven' 'ad any trouble dealin' wit w'at we be meetin' so far. Sure, we lost a 'orse, but not many o' us have suffered more than superficial injuries," Anisa replied.

OOC: Gonna lock this and let Keith post a new thread for arriving at the camp.