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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 0:58:08 GMT -5
Post by Nyu Bomber on Mar 22, 2006 0:58:08 GMT -5
*A smile beams across Tory's face/ A tournament! Tory was lucky, today! They had arrived just in time. She would go tommorrow and win and...oh, wait. She had to ask permission first.*
"Aephero, can I go to the gladiator fight tommorrow? Please?"
Her smile remains, trying to sway Aephero to let her compete.*
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 1:19:18 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 22, 2006 1:19:18 GMT -5
I looked over at Tory, having paid no heed to the scene at the amulet-shop. I thought about Tory's request - it would not do well for cover, but I hadn't exactly come incontigo. "Of course you can fight tomorrow, Tory," I said. Keeping her supplied with fights was almost as importaint as keeping her supplied with food.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 1:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Ptelcar on Mar 22, 2006 1:42:41 GMT -5
"A tournament? They wouldn't happen to have a division where those who follow the Way would be able to test themselves against one another would they?" Ptelcar is very interested in this and continues to ask Makba about it. "I would like to measure myself against those in Tyr, hopefully learn something in the process. If not it should still prove to be an interesting event. I'd like to see a how a tournament not based on to the death matches plays out."
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 4:12:31 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 22, 2006 4:12:31 GMT -5
"No, just your normal gladiators. Well, maybe Tahndrik. They say she had some skill in the Way as well as her blade. Got far as a slave, and stayed good as a freewoman. That's about it, though. Did you prefer Shadow Square or somewhere close for lodging? The night is coming, and the gangs will soon be out. Tyr is dangerous in the dark, more so than even in the light."
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 4:26:24 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 22, 2006 4:26:24 GMT -5
"You think you're one, but you are two. In the daytime I am you."
The woman raises her face to the sky and watches it a little.
"None of them tonight."
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 4:28:26 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 22, 2006 4:28:26 GMT -5
I honestly didn't mind, but I thought that we had the same chances here or there. "We'll keep going." I didn't need to offer bravado, just the simple decision.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 4:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 22, 2006 4:39:46 GMT -5
"Then we go, by the good Templar's descision. We'll reach the merchant district soon, swing around it and pass the Elven Bridge, and on into the Shadow Square." Makba said, apparently enthused with the descision. The road ahead twists and turns a bit, but a much larger house rose in the distance. It was getting closer, just as they were steadily approaching the dizzying height of the ziggurat.
With another turn, they found themselves staring into the Merchant District. Makba spoke up again. "Hide your Lion, and when they ask about the wares you are selling, do not answer."
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 4:41:29 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 22, 2006 4:41:29 GMT -5
She just shakes her head.
"What stinks like a kank, steals like an Elf, and thinks like a Giant...?"
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:05:24 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 22, 2006 5:05:24 GMT -5
I did as I was told and moved my golden lion under my cloathing, while checking that the silver hidden about my person was still firmly in place. "Noted." I made sure nothing of value was within easy reach, and ignored the elf's comment. She seemed a bit loopy, I thought.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:21:27 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 22, 2006 5:21:27 GMT -5
They turned into the merchant's district without incident, finding themselves before much larger houses. They were taller, yes, but with a practiced eye, one would soon see that almost none of them actually had a second floor. It just wasn't the way of Tyr, with the materials they used. Then again, some places did have that second floor, and at least one of them towered over the two others, making up in height what it lacked in area.
They turned left, then right, emerging before the grand Ziggurat of Kalak. The thing was much larger than they could even have expected, the size somehow creeping up on them. At this close distance, it brought both awe and menace. Each layer was made from some unknown material, bricked in colors that were odd for this world: gleaming violet for the base, then indigo, azure, green, yellow, fiery orange, and finally crimson red at the very tip. In the center of the structure, a pair of mighty bastions marked each of the seven levels, each a fortress in its own right, made to defend the King and his mad quest, each flanking a staircase made for the feet of true giants. One could feel the lives that had been torn asunder to build this massive monument to suffering. The moons hung around its scarlet crown.
Just then, a slightly round man wearing the cassok of the Templar turned the corner with three half-giants on his heels. The man paused before the group, his dark little eyes narrow. "What wares are you carrying for trade?" The small man said. The Half-giants grinned behind him.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:26:56 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 22, 2006 5:26:56 GMT -5
I did not even reply to the templar and the roughs, as I had been told. I glanced over at Makba, expecting him to do the talking. But dispite my feigned indifference, my mind was deadly focused and ready to lance out at him, should things nastify... I also looked at him to try and divine if he was a Templar, or had just stolen the garb of one.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:28:40 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 22, 2006 5:28:40 GMT -5
The Elf stares at the moons over the Ziggurat. As if the moons are siding with a crown of blood. As if the Ziggurat cries its defiant threat to the moons. Are the elements in league with Athas, she wonders. Is this crown the reflection of the Moon of Blood on earth? What then reflects the Moon of Water..?
She stays back a little, making sure to remain closish to the she-Half Giant.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:34:49 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 22, 2006 5:34:49 GMT -5
Makba seemed a little preoccupied, occasionally glancing towards the Noble's District to the East, but otherwise ignoring the situation for now. He seemed to be leaving it to Aephero...
The Templar snapped. "Answer me! What wares do you carry for trade?"
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:46:10 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 22, 2006 5:46:10 GMT -5
I blinked, as if I hadn't heard the first time, and glanced at Makba. I was a little annoyed at being told what not to answer without being told what to say instead when asked forcefuly. Oh well. "Oh. Forgive me, I was looking at the structure there. Now, I'm not carrying anything to trade or because I intended to meet someone in this city. If that meeting goes sucessfuly, then I may end up with some small amount of money, but until then I have only a very small amount of coin. Why do you ask?" Well, technicaly this was all true - I wasn't good at lying so I just avoided answering the question. I had intended to meet some Templar of importaince in the city, and if it goes sucessfuly, I may end up with some money to purchase supplies and make my way home.
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Athas
Mar 22, 2006 5:52:24 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 22, 2006 5:52:24 GMT -5
The Elf drones quietly.
"What we carry is what all the poor have and all the rich want. If you eat it, you'll die."
Something in her tone is reminiscent of a beatific smile.
"However, perhaps my friend has enough of it to share. You wouldn't mind sharing some, would you?"
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