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Post by Zinroth on Mar 20, 2005 18:25:11 GMT -5
((ARGG Sorry, nother question.
Okay., There's this type of dragon.. they're about small cat-size. They're furred and resemble small cats with furred wings. Their wings' tips are often fluffed out as well as thir tails. At times, they've the ability to change into a large form of their smaller size, their "full" dragon, and sometimes ahuman, though, if I play one I wont be a human much (If anyonbe's played Lunar around here, I'm talking 'bout Ruby and Nall, I lurv them!*huggles the whelps*Me and my friend scall 'em whelps, I got sdtuck at pone part but I'm finally back into the game, so maye i'll find out twhat they are soon ^^; ) I was wondering if I could play one of those. If you need a pic, PM me, I'll send ya one.. or two..xP: After this I'll prolly create a charry. Thanks ^^l;; ))
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 20, 2005 18:27:09 GMT -5
((*lazer-zaps her typoes*Sorry I'ma kinda uhhh today >_>))
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Post by Amry on Mar 20, 2005 19:34:45 GMT -5
(('Sokay. D'you mean you ARE one of those dragons, or HALF one of those dragons? Please try to keep to the plot, Paska is to Amry as Lodon is to Kronomas. *hates stupid language arts analogies* Thanks for joining, Kron! Okay, Doshimmish is "Blood thirsty" (I think) and you know what Machemeep is.)) Kurokachi bends over the body of the Paskan woman. After Oospik took what valuables he desires, she is permitted by custom to take whatever he left. She is examining how a woven belt looks against her quills when an alarm call sounds.
She glances up into the trees, where a bird-Chantillian is passing the call. She translates it roughly to: Strangers on Doshimmish territory; men, no Paskan colors, no king's colors, no spirit. Death to the trespassers, the Lord of the Doshimmish and the Machemeep calls for death! Basically, a stranger was sighted on the land belonging to the Doshimmish clan. The Doshimmish were one of those clans who accepted only Chantillians of one kind; in their case, only half-wolves. As the Doshimmish and the Machemeep were close-knit border allies, the Lord of the Doshimmish had the authority to request the aid of any Machemeep. Seeing as she had no quarrel with the Doshimmish, Kurokachi goes to investigate, tree-hopping and bush crawling alternately.
She sits in a tree on the border and watches his arrival. Four or five (Chantillian counting words are vague), all armed. The foremost looks skilled with a sword. The rest will prove no trouble.
The forest around the men is silent. Suddenly, the trees erupt with wild cries and a horde of Chantillians launches itself at the men. Within seconds, they are surrounded by bristling half-wolves and various Chantillians all bearing points of some kind (hence Machemeep). The man in front manages to draw his sword in the very instant they first appear, and finds himself almost safe - Chantillians are strong from sheer weight of numbers, and have no steel. Kurokachi drops from her tree and approaches him.
In heavily accented common Paskan, she tells him, You are found as trespassers and strangers in Chantillia. Tell me who you declare for. It will do you no good, you must die anyway, but your affiliations determine whether you will be tortured first, and how severely.
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 20, 2005 19:53:10 GMT -5
((I wanna BE one; XP))
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 21, 2005 15:55:19 GMT -5
" Me and my men serve no king, no nation. We roam freely. Now, this was an honest mistake. If you look at our map you can see it was made wrong and that we came here purely by accident." said Myrmidon." Do not harm me or my men, and if you even move you all die. My men and I have trained equally and are equally as skilled with the two swords we each carry." he said as a warning.
He gave a small wrist flick movement and in an instant 15 bows with 2 arrows in each were trained on 30 individual chantillians.
Let us go, or we fire." said Myrmidon.
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Post by Amry on Mar 21, 2005 19:21:44 GMT -5
(Yeah, you can. Are they sentient? Who are you fighting for?)
Kurokachi sizes up the situation and speaks as custom dictates. You are not of Chantillia, but had you explained your mistake peacefully, we would have taken you for judgement. Our kings are merciful, and you would most likely have left with no more than a warning. However, you are now threatening to harm my brethren, and for this, you die! She opens her mouth to sound the battle call, when a large grey shape bowls her over.
Instinctively, she loosens her quills and leaves some in her attacker's hide. Upon rolling to her feet, howvere, she realizes it is a half-wolf of the Doshimmish clan.
Do not presume to take command here, Kurokachi, he snarls in Chantillian. It was the Doshimmish king who sounded the call, and the Machemeep who answered; therefore, the command is with the Doshimmish. Kurokachi, shamed before all the Chantillians present, inclines her head to show her shame. After a brief apology, it will be put in the past and not spoken of again.
I apologize, and accept the Doshimmish command. What is to be done with these violent strangers?
The Doshimmish smiles. First... He barks a command into the trees, where hordes of Machemeep are waiting. They all launch slingstones at the exact same instant, tossing the bows from the archers' hands. Before the men can move, Doshimmish and Machemeep are upon them, stripping them of their swords and herding them into a circle of ferocious Doshimmish.
Well done! The Doshimmish calls. He points to Kurokachi. Reprove your worth, Jurokachi; guard the head. There is no chance of escape antway, but it's a nice gesture. With a bark, he dismisses all the uneeded Chantillians, who melt back into the forest.
As Jurokachi walks beside the man, she feels a need to explain his predicament to him. Man, neither you nor any of those you travel with will be harmed by Doshimmish or Machemeep - so long as you attempt no escape. You are coming before our kings, taking our valuable time and effort, when by normal procedure you would be executed immediately. When you come before the king, no posing, no boasting, and no bad manners. Chantillians exist on a strict code of honor, and the slightest breach will be counted against you. She looks up at him. Chantillians are naturally short, and she comes only to his chest. We are not barbarians, whatever you many think; and we will accept no shows of superiority. Here and now, you are at our mercy. Done with her lengthy explanation, she asks him, You say you serve no king and no god - why? How is this possible in our age, when Amrus the Cursed is blowing his smoke at all that moves, and alliances are being made among all that breathe?
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 21, 2005 20:31:41 GMT -5
((They're pretty calm. I was hoping I could be on the Chantillian's side.. and have a sort of "favorite" Chant.. or a pet of sorts who often does her own thing. ^^; ))
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Post by Amry on Mar 22, 2005 18:43:11 GMT -5
(Hurnh? *My version of "huh?"* Who am calm? And a Chantillian pet? Or you are a Chantillian WITH a pet? Me am sorry, me brain be's fried...)
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 22, 2005 19:33:14 GMT -5
((XD Okay, cat-dragons=calm, normally. Me wonders if I can play one kept as a "pet" to one of the Chantillians. XP;
I'll prolly drag Amelian in this. She'll probably be a Chant. I dunno who else I'll drag into this, I gotta rummage through mah charry descs. XD)
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 23, 2005 15:33:56 GMT -5
Myrmidon listening to the situation, understands fully. Without a sword and surrounded, there is no use fighting anyways. He does a small quick hand gesture telling his men not to try to escape.( they have lotsa hand gestures which are commands). He looks down upon the short Chantillians wondering how this happened. He also thought that the first thing to do when he got out of here was to kill the idiotic mapmaker who had sold them that new map.
" Well, me and my men just don't. We don't care about that King's religious campain thing, and we won't serve him. Ever. Me , personally, would rather die than worship him and his god(s)." expalined Myrmidon
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Post by Amry on Mar 24, 2005 18:11:29 GMT -5
(Ooh! You could be my pet! ;D Or just a random Chantillian's.)
What an arrogant man, Kurokachi thinks to herself, but out loud she says, Really? That's interesting. So far as I knew, the king was killing everybody who wasn't in for his false gods. That's why this whole war started. Huh, she mutters, the Five... why have Five where you could have one? Less to keep track of, fewer shrines to make.
You'd rather die? Kurokachi raises an eyebrow. That may be in order. She has a right to sound arrogant; she has the upper hand here. Still, probably best not to overdo it... she slides into stoic silence until they reach the kings.
Chantillian kings have no thrones and no palaces. Kurokachi and the Doshimmish herd all the men into a clearing and sound a special call, somewhere between a birdcall and actual words.
A few minutes later, a Doshimmish and a Machemeep emerge from the trees. The Doshimmish's wolf parts are a deep black, and he's fully as tall as Ragoth, towering over the other Chantillians. The Machemeep is a half hedgehog, and is quite small. The two provide a stark contrast, but both have an aura of power.
Kurokachi and the commanding Doshimmish approach their respective kings (the Chantillian word translates roughly to "warlord") and tell their story in increments.
The Doshimmish king approaches and looks Ragoth in the eye, completely without fear. After examining him for a moment, he smiles, revealing sharp white teeth. Well? He booms in a voice like thunder, What do you, trespasser, have to say for yourself?
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 24, 2005 18:20:42 GMT -5
Ragoth stares the chantillians in the eyes with a stern , bold look, so no fear can be seen.
" I have to say, for me and my men, that yes we are tresspassers. BUT. But, if you can read a map, and if you look at ours you can see that it as made very wrongly and that I was supposed to be going here, not to your territory. This was all an honest mistake." said Myrmidon
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Post by Amry on Mar 25, 2005 18:59:22 GMT -5
The Doshimmish king takes the map and examines it, frowning. He beckons to the Machemeep king, who also examines it. They confer quietly in Chantillian. It's translated something like:
Doshimmish: The map is incorrect. That we would let him go for, with a warning. But, he treatened Chantillians. Had he simply explained his mistake, it would be all right; but as it is, we can't just let this go. I say we chop off something, and let him off.
Machemeep: I don't know... Kurokachi's story makes it seem she threatened him first. The idiot girl... but, I think I agree somewhat. Take an ear or a finger. Let it be healed. And the scar will remind him of his folly.
Doshimmish: A bit lenient, don't you think? Oy... this is giving me a headache. Stupid Kurokachi... you ought to send her on a very long, grueling mission. Than maybe she won't get in our way anymore.
Machemeep: I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you heap dishonor on a clansman of the Machemeep.
Doshimish: Sorry, sorry. All right, we'll take the littlest finger on the right hand. Let him try to use a sword with that kind of balance.
Machemeep: Agreed.
The Doshimmish hands back the map and explains the punishment. Perhaps you find it unfair, but we were considering much worse. He grins wolfishly. And Kurokachi will perform the punishment.
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 26, 2005 0:28:27 GMT -5
Myr, understanding his punishment, has another idea. He pleads for his finger to be spared and in turn, he said to either that he will bring the mapmaker to them, or that he and his men would fight for them when they needed him. He cannot lose his finger, then he will not be able to use a sword properly, and this he cannot allow.
" Please. Listen to my plead. Spare my finger." he asked politly.
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Post by Amry on Mar 26, 2005 11:08:37 GMT -5
The Doshimmish king spreads his paws. Man, none of us enjoy this. You are in no trouble for trespassing; bringing the mapmaker here would be a waste. It is for threatening Chantillians that you are in peril. As for fighting - our methods are much different from yours. You would be useless. He considers. But... perhaps you could be useful in other ways. If you can tell me anything of Amrus' movements, and if such information proves helpful, your finger will be spared and you will be let off with a warning. Let it never be said that the Chantillians clan kings are unjust in their punishments. A cheer goes up from the gathered Chantillians as he says this. Speak cautiously, man. Your life as a warrior hangs on your next words.
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