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| Topic Started: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:18 pm (316 Views) | |
| Taiaka | Thu Apr 29, 2010 3:28 pm Post #16 |
 
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Taiaka remembered the tale of the Old Ones, perhaps not the names, but Ga’rifcaa did not sound even remotely familiar. Still, he took it all in, still alert to Zulu’s unorthodox breed of paranoia. Whatever he was and wherever he came from, the shifter wondered if such a journey, or banishment as it seemed, could do anything but make a man bitter. Taiaka promised himself he would be nicer to Zulu, not for fear of any residual power but because of his honest admittance of indecisiveness. He was more worried about the Shuett anyway. Though Taiaka had never heard of the Hundaii tribe, he knew desert children were often great enemies of the scavenger profession. Some clans laid claim to every grain of sand, going against the first and most important rule of the scavenger ethos: Finders keepers. Yet Shuett seemed genial enough, for the moment, and the shifter tried his best not to skirt the flurry of questions, suspicions, thrown in his direction. Taiaka followed slowly behind the other two men before breaking stride when Zulu mentioned the camel. “Maybe we can eat it.” He said absently before turning his eyes to Shu. “I be no one special.” Taiaka’s accent was thick but it had the uncanny ability to completely dissolve within the context of his words. His voice too, seemed to pick up on the slightest nuances of the other men as if he had mockingbird blood in his veins. “I’m a skinchanger, a Star Gazer of Lask’ba. The stars are my gods, Shuett; I don’t control them, they simply guide me.” Taiaka lifted his eyes to the heavens for just a moment, “And as far as talkin’ to the dead. That’s easy. It’s getting them to shut up that’s the trick.” He chuckled and drifted away from the conversation, hoping his answers would sate Shu for the moment. After a pause, “Do you think we will make it to this building your bird saw before dawn?” The question had been burning inside of him from the first moment Shu reported his familiar’s findings. Taiaka then smiled at Zulu, “You should show him my eggs. Maybe he knows what kind of critter is waiting inside.” The smile changed into a smirk but he dropped his head and hid behind a curtain of dreadlocks before saying any more. The shifter debated regaling the grizzly description of the dead elf’s body, or the weird sapping of his life giving magics. But he didn’t out of anger. Taiaka may not have called the elf a friend, but something had cruelly attacked and killed him…not for profit. The shifter was not a righteous man, but there were rules. Where did the elf’s soul actually go when Taiaka summoned it back to the body? His musing was cut short by a loud, piercing scream. It came from the direction they were heading and it very much did sound like a woman in agony. The camel bayed, flicking his ears nervously. ((sorry for the wait guys)) |
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| Shuett | Fri Apr 30, 2010 12:12 am Post #17 |
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Shuett nodded as new information streamed in. The man had nothing to hide behind his mask, so it seemed. Taiaka too, had seemingly answered honestly. He was still wary though. He had learned better than to trust all people he met. He patted the camel after the scream came, he did not want his mode of quick escape to...well...escape in a blind rush. He cringed himself as the woman screamed, and hurried his pace slightly. "So, eggs you say. You have peaked my previously peaked interest." he said with a sad smile on his face. "As for reaching the building before dawn, I have no idea. I have no idea how far Asher flew, but it seems like we may." he said, his voice quiet and low. He turned to the masked man, "I have to apologize Ga'Zulu, I was just being careful. I hope you understand." he nodded, and scratched the camel behind the ear. There was something dark in that building, something hungry Shuett guessed. He shuddered slightly, and dug his dark fingers into the camel's hair. "Whatever is in that building, beast or human like, is going to be one hell of a killer, and is going to be quite hard to kill." he sighed, "Luckily, we have a star gazer, a shaman, and a man with a camel." he gace a short chuckle, face still holding a grim expression, and he quickened his pace. |
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| Zulu | Thu May 6, 2010 6:58 pm Post #18 |
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Just as he had expected, neither of the two beings had so much had heard of Ga’Rifcaa. Oh well, perhaps all for the better anyway, Zulu still didn’t much care for the fact he was essentially banished to a mortal world. At the same time he could already envision the joys of manipulating people as if they were puppets, that was definatley the path he was headed down, after all. A path of darkness and manipulation, that was his future, and he wasn’t having much trouble going down the path often traveled. He ignored most of the words being spoken, save for those about their journey, and his mind seemed to almost be clutched by a sharp screaming. He stopped moving all-together as the other two hurried forward. Something was off, just a bit, he thought. The other two made their way past him… well, four if you counted the animals. Even Zulu was wondering if this was simply raw paranoia, or if it was something else. There was an ill wind on the air, a very dark one which he didn’t feel exactly comfortable to go rushing towards blindly. However, he was still interested. He began to make his way after the other two primary travelers of the trio, not including the animals along with them. He pace was rather surprisingly light and quick as he jogged towards the direction of the sound along with the others, wondering just what exactly caused the sound. It sounded like a woman screaming, but there were plenty of beasts who could easily mimic such a sound, or worse yet, cause the sound by mere amounts of tremendous pain. The witchdoctor wasn’t sure if he should be frightened or be laughing, the source was very intriguing, either way he was still going to go see the source. There was talk of some odd building from the man with the bird. “Whatever is waiting for us, we are sure to be a good suit to kill it before it kills us.” He said, catching the words of the bearded man and responding with words of mild encouragement, He wasn’t exactly to privy to believing his own words, but he knew he had a very dangerous power given enough time to completely channel it and drain whatever beast was waiting dry. And surely, the other two had to have had some sort of great power as well. Zulu’s thoughts, if they could keep the pace they were at, given the time it took for the bird to fly to scout, and given the position of the moon in the sky, they were sure to reach the building before the break of dawn. It was just a matter, then, of seeing if they would play the heroes or not. The night was going to be interesting, and when they got a chance to rest, Zulu would show the eggs to the third man in their group, perhaps Taiaka had the right idea, and perhaps this man knew something about the local egg-laying beasts of the desert. |
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