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Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

After the moment of silence, Ramoli listened to the topic of the Gee Pee Ess, with some interest and reservation. Interesting, he began, that reservation verbally creeping into his voice, How does this different from the Locator Stone? It was a small rock, imbued with certain alchemical substances that always led a person back to a specific spot, usually the point from which the stone was created. In the current situation, a Locator Stone was always known to direct the kaluwa back to Greensboro and their settlement in the new world. Stones created prior to the portal incident stopped working which lead the elders to surmise this was not their world anymore. Before she had time to answer, Ysanne was stumbled upon and correctly pointed out the obvious, that it was indeed getting dark. Half a chuckle when Olar started moving out and ahead to the side, Ramoli continued the forward walk and amended to their conversation. I confess, this is the first time I have slept outside the settlement. Outside more appropriate and he considered even this, a few hours of travel, to be the deep wilds of the world. The chuckle might of aimed at hiding his nervousness at the pondering of where they were about to sleep without roof, on the ground. As Olar passed the group, he made sure to near Ysanne and spoke quietly to her, near a whisper. I dont know if Id be so worried about whats up ahead, he mumbled quiet enough to barely be a whisper on the wind and out of earshot for the intellectuals, That tree might have been a Musked Rat. Theres a swamp that way, but it was a little far off from home. The humans might once have really called it a muskrat and it was a small thing then, but now it was close to the size of a horse. While similar to the Wood Castor formerly the beaver, Olar felt it important to suggest this to Ysanne because the Musked Rat was known to eat wandering livestock and, well, kaluwa out alone in the wilds was nothing more than livestock to a hunger monster. It was a merely safety precaution as hed heard no evidence of the large animal following.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

It has this screen, and it shows you where you are, and what is around you. It's labeled and everything. She grinned over at Ramoli, not even noticing his reservation. Her excitement was far too grand. The stones are useful, I agree, She waved her hand to Y'sanne, who had such a thing hanging from one of the many string around her waist. But with this... we could further their use, no? Expand it. She threw her arms wise as she spoke, nearly dropping one of her books. Yelping she clung it to her chest, and smiled nervously. Naelan tapped a long finger to her lip. I believe this will be my first time as well, sleeping outside in general though. A grunt from Y'sanne was the only answer the other woman had for her. But the Elders gave me this... tarp? It's this blue material that doesn't get wet, we're to make a shelter with it. She patted her satchel gently, a large smile on her face at her forward thinking. Y'sanne merely blinked up at Olar as he leaned down to speak with her. In that case, we'll take watch shifts and be vigilant. I'll even lend those two my blade if they are to be on watch. It was unlikely that two behind Olar and herself would take watch. Their minds had to work at a hundred and twenty percent, while Olar and herself could be a little sleep depraved and still serve their purpose. Y'sanne nodded her head to Olar before he moved up ahead, waving a hand at the other two. Move. We need to use what little day-light we have left. It seemed Naelan was merely leading in theory.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

We might end up dead, or worse, if you give them a blade trailed off Olar regarding arming Naelan or Ramoli for that matter. He didnt laugh, but was that actually a joke out of him. Seems he was comfortable alternating shifts with Ysanne and taking that burdern off the shoulders of the other two. He was off then, into the darkness of the forest, the smell of vegetation and ancient molds fresh in his nostrils, the world alive now that it wasnt being hacked to clear a path for their leader and her capped companion. Blue tarp that doesnt get wet, Ramoli was responding to Naelan, What may have become of the Humans, I confess some wonder at their magical prowess. You know, I wonder if I mixed . and as he was about to expand on some metallurgic compounding activities, the warrior was telling them the needed to move. Lifting an arm politely for Naelan to proceed, Do you need a hand with anything? It was directed at the fact that when she was excited, she nearly lost some of her religious artifacts not a ploy to take something from her but really to be a gentleman. Despite some philosophical details, he was him and she was beautiful to him. Of course, at the time of him lifting his hand to let her go first, he was beginning to realize hed set himself up in the rear of the party. Or, Olar did forgetting that Naelan sent him ahead, it was Olar that left the group. So, continuing the thought pattern, he offered to the two ladies, He doesnt talk much does he? I hope he is more amiable to our camaraderie, we will have to work together for the success of this journey. See, if he was talking he didnt have to worry about what was behind him. That was before there was the snapping of some wet, hollowed log far in the distance. With night approaching, and the darkness growing, sound was traveling further but to Ramoli, it was as if the sound was right behind him. Nervous yes, to the point of gasping or verbalizing his nerves he was not. His heart raced a little, but he knew it was his position in the back of the group now. Hopefully someone would just agree with him, so that he could forget about the noises of the forest.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Y'sanne snorted in laughter, but quickly shushed herself enough to merely grin at him. She shoved him a little as he left, turning to wave them forward. She ignored the two behinds her conversation. She continued to hack between the bushes, holding back branches for the companions when they got snagged. Oh no no no. I can carry all this.. I'll just have to pack better in the morning. She smiled at him, only speaking after he finished his explanation, nodding her head enthusiastically. Oh! I'd love to see if we could use alchemy to increase the potency of Human artifacts! She got all excited and clapped her hands. She wiggled her rear as she crawled under the branch Y'sanne held up for her. Nearly squealing from joy. Y'sanne peered back at Ramoli as he spoke to them both. She said nothing, the same that Olar would have done, and continued forward. She wasn't much for words when it could be done without seeming rude. She merely shrugged her shoulders as she continued. Naelan on the other hand, was much more excitable. I think he might be shy. She stage whispered to Ramoli, grinning from round ear, to round ear. Oh he'll be just fine. I trust the elders made the best decision they could. He'll probably come with with shelter and dinner! She said, a little loud. A nearby by bird fluttered away, and the woman upfront turned her body to offer Naelan a steady, masked look. As much as Y'sanne was aware, she didn't notice the noises behind them, and Naelan was chatting too much for her to notice anything -- including the roots she kept hooking her feet on. Y'sanne let out a little whistle, hoping Olar would hear and return it. Whistles were very important in Kaluwa hunting, they could mean a number of things. I am lost. Are you still alive? Did you find what we need? Is that prey? And so on.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Ramoli was at something of a loss over what could increase the potency of what, it was more confusing perhaps when she shook her rear in front of him crawling under the branch. That is, he had it the other way around, Human magic increasing the potency of kaluwa magic. Then again, the thought was lost as he followed under the branch. More so when Ysanne practically ignored his comment on Olar as if, oh great, they share some private joke and now theyre both giving the silent treatment. Relief came again when Naelan stage whispered, only in the fact that she was talking to him and it wasnt going to be all silent and listening to creepy sounds in the forest. Perching a brow at the thought of Olar being so successful, he was about to ponder another point on the matter when Ysanne gave Naelan a steel look. So he swallowed back whatever it was and decided it best not to speak for the moment, instead looking up into the darkening canopy above them as the bird flittered away. There was a distant animal call, nothing concerning merely sound carrying through the forest nothing in the immediate area. Then silence settled again for a moment or two before Ysannes call was returned from Olar. It was a return of acceptance or acknowledgement and an all clear, indicated his way was safe. If they proceeded it was a hundred yards up to an ideal camping spot. This area of the forest had a few structural walls only partially toppled, such that between the overgrowth and the wall, they should be able to make a decent shelter as well as have some protection for their backs during the night. As Ramoli grinned to Naelan, saying, Let us see this magical tarp you speak of, Olar took off to the side to catch up with Ysanne. A few hundred more paces beyond is one of the Human watering holes, or simply a reservoirwater treatment station with the water pooled on the facilities grounds. Were far enough away that the wildlife should stray in that direction only, but come morning, we may want to be more vigilant. When there is more activity at the watering station. Then he grinned as if that was only a basic rundown, as if giving a report or sharing the knowledge he had. He followed up with, How was it with those two, they talk nonstop. An army of kaluwa could have snuck up on them. Then he smiled, sure Ysanne was making plenty of noise, but with the other two merely walking nonchalantly through the woods and conversing at length, that noise didnt so much matter. Besides, the hacks of vegetation was one of those kaluwa unnatural sounds that the animals tended to avoid.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Naelan was a bubbly person, and even though she was silently shushed, she giggled softly at Ramoli. She may have been an adult, but finally out of the settlement, she didn't have to act as one. When Olar lead them to their new camp Naelan was more than ready to show Ramoli her device. She laid down her walking stick and books, and opened her satchel. Pulling out this blue shimmery cloth. It was long enough to string from the trees starting at one of the half grown over structures. She showed it to Ramoli, grabbing one of his hands and running it down the top of it. Feel it! It's so strange. Water cannot get through it. I believe this is one of the many things the Humans used to keep them dry when they were out hunting. Nodding her head expertly, she started for the half built structure. She strung up two corners of it on the opposite corners. Now, I also think we are missing a part of it. See these holes? I think that there is another rope-like artifact I'm supposed to be using to hold it up places. But our rope will have to do for now. As Naelan struggled trying to get one half of the tarp up, Y'sanne glanced up at Olar, nodding along with his words -- these two were going to make a great team. They cannot be quiet. I believe their heads are filled with so much 'magic' and 'religion' they forgot about survivability. She crowned, joking in her own way. As much noise as Y'sanne was making, she could also defend herself were a Musket Rat to attack her, where Naelan and probably Ramoli were useless in a fight. Pulling off her helm she tossed it to the ground, dropping some of the trinket's from around her waist, and even her blade. Shall we build a fire-- She was cut off when she saw Naelan trying to string up the tarp along some trees to create a slant in case it rained. The younger woman's eyes traveled up onto the clear night sky, there was no need for the tarp, but tonight, she would humor them. Can you start a fire? I will finish what they cannot. Without another word, Y'sanne took the edges of the tarp from Naelan and began to climb the tree they were using for the tarp. The little, limber woman tied it off, and jumped back down, landing with her knees bent. She clapped her hands together and watched Ramoli for a moment. Oh! Thank you Y'sanne! Cooed the older woman.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Following the lead, Ramoli did put out his hand to feel the tarp before they set to work affixing it to the trees or whatever else was at hand. Completely dry, he mused again. Almost as if jealous even, for his alchemy didnt quite offer such a wonder. And what sort of magic rope do they have, he pondered in that jealously, as if everything Human must certainly be magic. He was indeed curious of this rope however, if at least to try to understand some Human magic to incorporate it into his alchemical arts. At one point or another, he was holding it over his head to help Naelan, but then became confused by which side should go where and, slightly frustrated he crinkled some of the material in order to get out from underneath. It may have appeared like he was entangled, but that wasnt so the case other than appearance. Perhaps it alerted Ysanne to the need for help, but he was more curious about getting the right hole to the edge for using their own Kaluwan ropes to secure the magical tarp. Smirking a moment as the smaller, stronger woman went to the aid of the two intellects, Olar offered, Careful you do not become trapped in another dimension. Perhaps half a joke relating to the fact that they were stranded in this strange world to begin with, coupled with the fact that Ramoli seemed to be having troubles as well and there was no telling what sort of magic he might conjure up if he angered the ancestors. No, Olar was content with the fire and before everyone was untangled from the Human artifact, he had a fire burning. As true night began descending over the forest and vision was limited to that fire, he also had meat cooking. Whether it was something he had with him when he prepared to leave or perhaps a small critter he took advantage of while scouting for the campsite was uncertain. It could certainly have been the Gurmball, which was according to ancient text a domesticated pet of the Humans, which they took great pleasure in confounding in magical orbs that protecting them while in the Human dimension. They were about as big as a medium sized cat, dangerous if cornered, but seemed to enjoy the strange tunnels in the old buildings which must have been designed for these Human pets.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

It's stretchy, with little hooks on the end. She explained as she tangled with the tarp. When Y'sanne saved them from themselves she gave Ramoli a smile and waved towards the fire, picking up her books. From what I read about the rope, it's used to secure things very tightly. Sometimes they call it a cord instead of a rope. Those cart-like things we have in the settlement also use the cords to hold things down when moving them. She nodded her head vigorously as she settled down around the fire. The second woman landed gracefully from a jump most Kaluwa wouldn't even dare to try. Rolling her shoulders she moved towards the fire. Thanks. She said to Olar, I think I survived it though, no strange portals. She peered around, as if just to double check. She peered down at the food on the fire, and her stomach rumbled a little. She glanced down at it and cocked her head, as if confused. Wait, I just ate... why am I hungry. Naelan laughed from her side by the fire. You worked very hard Y'sanne! She said in her best 'leader' voice. The younger woman just looked at her, letting out a little half-laugh. Y'sanne settled into the dirt as the food roasted. Tonight we need to take watch shifts. She faced Naelan for a moment. If you think so. Olar and I are both fight ready and able, are you two? Naelan blinked for a moment. N-no. But I can watch! And then scream if something comes. She offered. ...I guess so.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

As Ramoli listened about cords and ropes, Olar sat silent listening to everything. The first sound he made was at Ysanne when she mentioned surviving the portals, he harrumphed, it could have been taking for a grunt, or maybe a chuckle. If Ysanne looked his way, he half-cocked a grin to the left side of his face but it was fleeting as Naelan became bubble over eating, or commenting that Ysanne had worked hard. With a stick he poked at the fire a moment as the two woman began discussing watches. Finally when Naelan had mentioned screaming for her watch, and Ramoli wasnt interested in commenting because he really wasnt interested in taking a watch, Olar was on his feet. Scream? That is what you will do when the silent stalkers come creeping out of the darkness. By the time you scream it could be too late, they could be on top of us all. He half circled the fire, Im not talking about the animals we see and here. There are spiders out there that capable of leaping chasms, lizards so fast by the time you scream it could be on top of us, and Im not even getting into the carnivorous turtles. Putting arms on his hips he looked at Ramoli and Naelan, I respect your judgment in leading us on this voyage, but I would humbly request you leave the watches to Ysanne and myself, for our safety. We are each assigned a role, let us fulfill those roles. When the hunter had finished, Ramoli sat quiet a moment and looked at the fire. Then he cleared his throat as if ready to speak, perhaps to offer a counterpoint to what the other man had said. Then, if any eyes fell upon him, he realized he had brought attention to himself, and shook his head the sort of thing where he really needed to clear his throat, just an inopportune time to have that need arise. For he was struggling, he should speak up in support of Naelan, but he was in agreement with Olar, the two capable of fighting the nasty beasties that dwelled in the nightlife of this new world should be the ones looking out for their safety, for Naelans safety. He wanted to be the man for Naelan, that spoke her piece or gave her his support, he just wasnt sure which way she was inclined to think on the topic and instead of stumbling in disagreement his silence was deferring to her own opinion so that he might know which side he needed to take.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Y'sanne was still pleased with her joke, even as she watched Olar verbally destroy Naelan. She snickered a little, but leaned back into the dirt as she waited for the elder woman to speak first. Said woman did speak, nodding her head. Oh! I didn't know it would be such a problem! In that case, by all means let you two take it! She waved her hands dismissively, apparently unable to take offense to anything. I was kind of joking. But it's okay! I'm not very good, at making jokes that is. She quickly adds to the end, she was very good at her job. It was her life! Y'sanne on the other hand fell back onto the ground with a soft thud. A small cloud of dirt rising. The sleep I will lack for you... She said softly, barely a whisper, shaking her head into the dirt. Obviously not caring too much. Yes. My role is to defend you all with my life. In that case, I will take the second and last night shifts. The most dangerous. Y'sanne smirked a little at herself. Do not worry though, I will not let anyone die tonight. Though the woman was small, there were stories about her in the settlement. There was even a tale that she had killed her parents with her bare hands, some told it to scare their children into eating their vegetables, or Y'sanne would come after them. Though only rarely. Naelan settled into the dirt, though she continued to try and remove the stains of it from her dress. Good good. I don't like dying. She said as conversationally as she could, before smiling over to Ramoli. So, what do you expect we'll find in Toronto?
Thread: "La Vittima" and "Le Sauveur (for RTP and TheWaitingDisaster)

Oh God. Its finally happened. Im dead. Rosalba couldnt stop thinking it over and over, as she kept her eyes shut. She count recount all of the events from the night previous, but what she remembered the most were the voices and those shadows. She count remember the feeling of being lifted and carried away and into a void of darkness and air, accompanied by the feeling of purely nothing at all. Nothing was the key word. When she had been recruited to become an assassin, she had remembered asking the ultimate question about the afterlife, and being told that when someone dies, it was nothing that would happen to them, since nothing would change at all. But if nothing had been the case, then why was she still conscious? She didnt want to look around to see that there actually had been something. And she didnt want there to be any form of punishment for the way she had lived- It was the sound of a door creaking elsewhere and voices that had caused her to snap her eyes open. Her surroundings- the walls, the tub, the window, and the door- they were all clearly parts of a home and not some sort of underworld or nothing that came after death. She sat up in her cot, dressed in an gauzy under tunic, breeches, and bandages, coming to the conclusion that she was very, clearly alive - And as the pain forked itself into her back, she had no other choice but admit that she was really alive, since the pain was still there and light was flooding into her eyes. Her vision was foggy, however. And blurry. She still felt like she was in pain and her back hurt tremendously, but she felt groggy and slow. Her tongue felt thick and limbs heavy. Had she been drugged? Surely a medic had given her something that would kill the pain, and it surely hadnt done that good of a job She needed to talk to him, let him know what he had done wrong. Obviously and unfortunetly, the drugs had been very effective in keeping her unable to realize that she was in enemy territory. Nothing kept her from slipping away from the cot and getting her feet on the floor. She swept her dark brown bangs away from her eyes and moved forward to the door, gripping the handle and pulling the door open to the hallway.