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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 1, 2009 11:26:30 GMT -5
Cymry:
Cymry moved through the beautiful forest, hearing what he could not see. In this dark night, the sounds were that much clearer through the cool air, but he wore little besides his shirt and pants. His foot - covered only on the botton by a thin board and strapped to his feet - brushed against a short plant. Cym leaned down and gently touched the petals, recognizing the Joora's cloyingly sweet scent.
He continued onward, reveling in the quiet and peace of the forest. He knew he was heading towards the desert, where he could find other exotic plants, and from there, he would journey to Zektab, Gizan, Nelthet, and finally Giben before hitting his goal, Blith.
He could tell by the sound of the grass that he had entered a meadow as the sound of leaves died away behind him. He listened, tilting his head side to side to catch the faintest sounds of anyone nearby, hoping that this near the road some soul - or souls - might be camping and he would be able to meet more wanderers.
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Post by deathforseen on Jul 1, 2009 13:52:38 GMT -5
Dali: Lurking into the shadows she allowed her long black hair to flow around her body, encircle her into the shadows while she waited for her next victim. Some mad rich man upset her boss through a scandal and it sent her boss into a frenzy to have this man murdered. She stiffened and stopped breathing as she drew her short dagger from inside her black leather suit (this allowed her the speed she needed). Behind a tree she saw movement. It was a lanky young looking man touching all the trees as he strolled by. He was wearing just pants and a shirt with thin boards as his footwear. She could tell he probably already knew she was there due to the way he listened to the forest and all the sounds that she herself used to detect another human being. She waited, seeing what this man would do and prepared her self to either flee or fight depending on how he would approach her. This man was not the man she was contracted to kill so she would let him live, if he chose to live.
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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 1, 2009 13:58:30 GMT -5
Cymry:
Hearing the soft sound of someone breathing, Cym turns to face the source and smiles in a friendly manner. He gently set the end of his staff on a rock and listened again.
"Hello," he called softly, not knowing if it was a figment of imagination that he heard or if there really was someone. He waited for a response quietly, tilting his head slightly to better catch the sounds from in front of him.
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Post by deathforseen on Jul 1, 2009 14:08:13 GMT -5
Dali: Startled by this unknown man she slowly tucks the knife away while still holding onto it. The feel of such cold metal in between her hands always soothes her fear and uncertainty. She slowly moves out of her crouch feeling a vibe that this man will not harm her. She is still weary of him because she knows the uncertainties of humanity. Very cautious, very alert she must never let her guard down. For some reason she is drawn to this man, as if he is an intriguing animal to which she will enjoy observing. Breathing slower she softly asks "what are you doing here?"
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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 1, 2009 15:21:03 GMT -5
Cymry:
He senses her anxiety and slowly puts one hand out in the universal gesture for "peace, I bear no weapons" and dipped his head slightly in greetings. "I am a wandering one, miss," he explained. "I was told Zenbev has many unique plants that only grow in these oases, and I study them, you could say." He smiled gently. "May I inquire after your purpose?" His tone was polite - if she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't pressure her.
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Post by deathforseen on Jul 1, 2009 16:02:18 GMT -5
Dali: A slow tension begins to diminish in between her shoulder blades. Just a exploer She thinks. She then fastens her blade securely, but close enough that she could draw it again if she needed to. She searches for any flaw or misleading vibe she could recieve from this stranger, but finds none. For some reason she believes his intentions are good and he is who he says he is. For that she decides to interact with him. Exposing herself more towards this stranger she notices that he is blind and her respect for him increases. She then nods and states " Hello wanderer, i'm on a quest. i'm searching for a rich man. Do you know where most of the wealthy live?".
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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 1, 2009 16:49:39 GMT -5
Cymry:
He senses her relaxing slightly and smiles again, well aware that she is armed, having heard the sheathing, but not making a comment. He frowned and then shook his head regretfully. "I try to stay away from roads and cities - too many believe I cannot possibly get along on my own and go to great lengths to help." Cym grimaces slightly - he appreciates the thought, but in too crowded an area, it can get over whelming quickly. "And others believe being blind also means I cannot hear, nor feel a pick pocket."
He then looked up slightly, over her head. "However, I can tell you that a large city is nearby. In that direction. It may have what you seek," he smiled, and then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, please excuse me!" A slight tinge took to his cheeks as he offered his hand. "I am Crymry Porten, a wandering one, as you know. I forgot to introduce myself." If she shakes his hand, he will feel her palm and will "read" from the calluses and indents that she is a fighter.
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Post by deathforseen on Jul 2, 2009 14:36:12 GMT -5
Dali: Appreciating the gesture, she cautiously takes his hand. His hand is smooth yet weathered with a tinge of how the forest should feel. She smiles reassured that he seems to be who he says he is. Still aware however that he is a human and still cannot be fully trusted, she still enjoys this man's presence and decides she wants to know more about him. "I'm Dali. Forgive me i do not usually interact with people, but there is something about you i cannot place. May i accompany you for a while?" She slowly watched for his response, hoping her words would not upset him or scare him off.
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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 2, 2009 22:32:59 GMT -5
Cymry:
He "reads" her hand and smiles again, nodding. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dali. I completely forgive you - by your voice and your hand, you are a loner and someone used to handling weapons. Am I correct?" He tilts his head at her question, but is obviously pleased and nods. "I would like company. It can get lonely in these woods, though with so many plants... It is hard to be truly alone."
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Post by deathforseen on Jul 3, 2009 10:47:42 GMT -5
Dali: Shocked by his observations she recovers. Slowly moving into her cautious crouch she replies through a faint whisper "How much have you read?" Thinking, she decides no matter this human is so intreging she can allow him to see a little bit of herself, but most definitely not all of her. To show anyone else herself would be such a dire weakness. She glances around the woods and inhales the sweet aromas of Mother earth. "Thank you, i'll follow you as you observe then." Then smiles sweetly, Dali thinks she might have just made a friend.
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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 3, 2009 21:53:31 GMT -5
Cymry:
He smiles and, then noticing her anxiety again, affected an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Ms. Dali. I tend to speak without first considering whether the person would like such information spoken aloud. Please forgive me." He bows slightly to her.
Hearing her invitation to move, he moves his head to listen, and then "looks" at her. "Are you familiar with the Jockern bush?" he asked curiously.
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Post by deathforseen on Jul 4, 2009 0:24:14 GMT -5
Dali: Reassured once again that he is safe. She states "Do not fret over it wanderer, i forgive you. I'm sorry, i am unaware of the Jockern bush perhaps you could enlighten me?" She then smiles aware that this distraction from her mission is a well deserved one. She decides the rich man can wait to die.
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Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jul 4, 2009 15:00:53 GMT -5
Cymry:
He smiles slightly and move off a ways, towards the edge of the woods, and motions for her to follow. Crouching by a small bush, non-descript but with small leaves in the shapes of five-pointed stars, he gently snaps off a twig from deep inside the bush and holds it up.
"This bush has healing sap," he explains, tapping the end where a drop of clear liquid is slowly sliding onto my hand. "You can use it to bind and heal any small wound. It will keep infections from taking hold."
He shows her this in case she is ever hurt, and it is good knowledge anyway, especially when travelling alone.
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