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Thread: Tribute and Dowry

Several riders chuckled at the words Brae threw into the winds, Oriza himself smiling. Still the large man shook his head, discounting anything she might say wrong if she practiced his language. In fact, it almost seemed like the simple effort to attempt his language was good cause enough at making some peace between the two of them. As she pondered what he was really after, he responded as the men came up to help them off their mounts. It was your father that offered you to me. I was after the gold and tribute from the Franks, he thought his gold to precious it would seem. Oriza was smiling when he said that, again as if stating a simply truth. Then, in part, it dawned on him that this may not have been what the young princess wanted to hear. He amended his words, I took the offer curious if there was a princess who would submit to her fathers will, to see if she had the gall to see this threw. I am impressed thus far Brae, but we have our ceremony now and then, many leagues to travel before we are in the hills of my ancestors. He could of said more but the men were up and she then pondered about her boots. The men looked to Oriza and he nodded, saying something again in his language. In response the man closest to her bags opened it up to find the boots she request. Unless she stopped him, he would find them and put them on to help her dismount. They would lead the way into the pavilion regardless of who retrieved the boots, leading husband and wife to a raised dais overlooking a pit roasting wild boar and other meets for the festivities, moving to get delicately inlaid mugs to be filled with the native ale that the Kutrigars had brought with them.
Thread: Tribute and Dowry

Brae heard his words. The dagger was twisted. So my father would rather have his gold than me? She shut her eyes and shifted a bit on her horse. She leaned her head forward her hood obscuring her face as she thought of how little her own father thought of her. She had never missed her mother so much. She swallowed harder and bit her lip. She turned her feet to the men and smiled. The boots were old worn hunting boots. They looked like they would be more benefitting an old huntswoman than a young princess. She sighed when her feet were warmer and secured more. She took the shoes and then flung them away from her. I will not ever be wearing those infernal things again. She smiled and then slid off the horse and then walked with him. She inhaled and blushed. Smells good. She smiled and then moved closer to him and grinned. How would I say, thank you for cooking in your tongue? She moved and then tasted the tasty ale. It warmed but soothed her feeling and sighed. Damn fine brew. She slurred horribly through the language and grinned blushing. She took it all in. Th pit of the boar. Something so primal but something that looked so delicious. She rubbed her free hand along the mug and watched as a band began to form and play music. She felt the rythm begin to sync themselves to the rhythm of her heart. The colors of the pavilion. It was nothing like the royals would have. Instead on the inside of the obvious tanned hide, were paintings of mythological creatures from their myths. Her eyes traveled around and noticed that some were gods and goddesses in celebration with mortals. She grinned and just continued to take in the delicate paintings. She sighed. Some would call it primative, but something in her tightened. This was only brought out for special occasions and took a while to prop up with the thick wooden poles decorated in hammered metals.
Thread: Tribute and Dowry

In response to her question of speaking in his tongue he replied Thanks for your preparations of this meal which sounded something like yemek hadsrlamak ichin teszekkoor ederim. After which, Oriza let Brae absorb the sights and sounds of the fete, taking his own drink heartily and enjoying what food was brought to him. After he had his fill, he sat quietly, drinking from his large mug and watching his new wife observing his men in this fine pavilion, as well as the pavilion itself. It was indeed one of their finest, but the decorations of the poles themselves and the accoutrements that had gone up in the tent looked well worn. It spoke many volumes of the way his people lived. Unlike the Western and Eastern Roman Empires, the Avar were truly one of the hordes, a traveling nomadic people with no permanent residence. In the same, the metal braid work and enamel decorations on the poles and other objects, including some of the chairs as well as the personal jewelry of some of Orizas people, also said that despite being nomads, they were highly developed as a society, as well as highly competent craftsmen. The snow fell outside, but inside was toasty warm, smoke filtering up and out through several vent flaps near the centermost pole of the pavilion. As food was taken away and some of the people started to dance, mingle, and otherwise interact with each other, Oriza came to decide observing his wife was not simply enough. Noting her eyes upon the decoration, including those delicate, primitive paintings of divinities and mortals from Avarian legends, he asked of her, You are curious perhaps of some of those stories? I know many of your people embrace one god, but maybe you wish to know some of these legends ..?
Thread: Tribute and Dowry

She copied him best she could. She smiled and looked at him. When she was brought a plate of steaming meat, her stomach roared its pleasure. She began to chew on a side of the meat. It was extremely tasty. There was no real silverware so she ate with her fingers. She had never known meat to taste so good. Her eyes rolled up and every so often, her hands shot out for her mug unconsciously dragging his arm away from whatever he was doing to take a drink. She blushed looking at him and grinned with a blush. Sorry for your toad she said when she really meant to say Sorry, I forgot. She sighed sitting back after several plates were offered. Leaning back, she licked her fingers and sighed. That was when she turned her gaze back on the painting. She was starting to become very warm. The ale, food, and still being tied to the Ozira, made Brae feel warm and toasty. She sighed and then looked at him and grinned a bit licking the bit of grease off her lips and nodded. Yes, please tell me. She loved myth and stories. The ale made her relaxed. She leaned back and looked up at the tent.
Thread: Tribute and Dowry

Only grinning when she said sorry for his toad, there was enough there to indicate toad could be used for other certain references, but he wasnt about to point this out. With only an ale to work on and his belly full of food, he relaxed some when she agreed to hear some of the myths displayed in the pavilion. His eyes lingered a moment where she had licked the grease off her lips. As the pit crackled, now only provided warmth and light inside, he lifted his ale towards the images displayed. This is the telling of Hanif. A beautiful mortal woman chosen by the god-spirit Sedar to be his wife. She had ascended to the god-realm to be at his side but longed for her people who lived on earth. Thus, she befriended Perun one day while Sedar rode off to battle for Perun was the herald of the gods and could travel between the realms. With a suggestion, he indicated they could get up and walk around, hands still intertwined, so that he could show more of the images to her as he related the story. He continued, After Perun taught her how to travel to the realm were mortals dwell, she would come to visit her family when Sedar was away. She knew her husband would be mad if he found out she was doing this. During this time, she brought knowledge of horses and metals to the people, this knowledge she herself learned from the gods. One day Sedar found out she had done this and became angry because he did not want mortals to have such knowledge. However, when it came time to punish her, he found he could not because he loved her. Instead, he punished Perun for having taught her how to traverse between the spirit realm and the mortal realm. Perun was put into the night sky to shine down on all mortals as a reminder that we are not of their realm. This is a good story for my people.
Thread: Tribute and Dowry

She saw the grin on his face and blushed. Somehow, she knew that she had not said the right thing at all. But understanding was there so maybe she said enough? She promised once she reached the destination, and Ozira had the newness wear off of her, she would get with the translator and begin her lesson of learning his language. Myths was one of her weaknesses. She loved all things about them. She looked up to where he gestured with his ale mug. By his gentle telling of the first part of the story, she felt her eyes begin to droop and her ears listened to only his voice. The ale and the food telling her how tired she really was. Brae sighed, however, when Ozira encouraged her to get up and walk with him. Not like she had much choice. She got up and felt her thumb gently stroking over his war toughened knuckles. Turning to Ozira once he had finished the tale, she canted her head to the side and looked up at him. What became of of Hanif and her Sedar? She whispered and looked at him. She was caught up in this tale of love and sacrifice. Why would Sedar punish the herald of the gods so? She frowned a bit at him. She was engulfed in the story, but knew there was probably back story and he was giving her the snippets. She looked into his green eyes and frowned. Her blue eyes were the eyes of a scholar hungry for more knowledge.
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Whether Oriza noticed the thumb at his knuckles, he did not comment. As she turned to cant her head and look up at him, their arms twisted slightly in the binding and he used that moment to close his own hand over hers. Sedar put Perun into the sky and between the realms always that both the gods and mortals could always know what he was doing. It is said Perun is the night sky but when he casts darkness on the world of mortals, the gods do not always see what goes on. When it is day time, he casts shadow into the world of the gods. It is said Perun created the Bozmak in spite of Sedar, it is why under certain moons, the Bozmak loose control. Perun is sometimes glimpsed in the shadow of the moon at night. Oriza said this as if she might understand all he referred to, and whether she did or not, he continued to speak as he looked down at her. Hanif, it is said, now only dwells in the home of Sedar, that he may always know where she is and, as much as he loves her, it is also said that when Perun casts shadows into the heavens that Hanif may look into the world of the mortals. She represents the mystical sun. Hanif is intertwined with Perun but they will never see each other again. Sedar knows this, it is why he allows Perun to be mischievous in his dark ways now. As his deep voice trailed off, Oriza lifted his free hand to Braes neck as she canted her head to the side. It was warm but bordering on possessive when he had done this. I do not know if I would be your Sedar or Perun. I cannot divine how or if love will blossom in this union Brae. I can only ask that you be passionate with me, do not hide your feelings, always let the world know who you are. To be Avar is to be free, you are one of us now.
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She listened and canted her head to him. The Bozmak? What is the Bozmak? She looked up into the ceiling of the pavilion as if she might spot the Bozmak among the different illustrations. She didn't see anything that even resembled a bit of the Bozmak. Brae had read through only one journal of a man who had lived among the Avar, but nothing was mentioned about the Bozmak. She grinned and then nodded. I understand, so Perun is your trickster spirit diety and Sedar is the supreme ruler spirit. She smiled and then nodded as he told the mythos of why the sun and the moon travel on polar opposites of the sky. She smiled and then nodded and grinned as he talked of Perun's mischievous ways. But then as he trailed off, she looked up at Oriza. Brae's eyes were guarded. She knew that he would probably make a move, but made no move to pull away. She just watched him. His hand was hard but warm. It felt nice. She swallowed and shut her eyes enjoying the touch. The gentle touch. Well, Oriza, probably neither. You are a mortal afterall. She looked at him trying to lighten the mood of the talk of love in their union. Oriza, I must confess to you a secret. It is widely known in my kingdom and it should be in yours. She took a deep sigh and looked up at him. My father, the king, has been trying for several years to make me so I would hide my feelings and be quiet. But as I stand here, I am proof of his failure. So I promise, I will never hide my feelings or keep anything from you. She smiled at him. Brae, why are you smiling to this Brute?! He just ruined your life. But something in her still felt sad, but now more than ever, she truly felt the possibility of freedom. She looked up at the pavilion once again and her eyes traveled along it and soon lively music began to pick up as several warriors, now feeling full, began to dance. Brae turned and looked at the folklore dancing and grinned a bit chuckling.
Thread: Tribute and Dowry

As he listens to her ponderings and response, Oriza laughs at the dilemma for he never will be either for he is but a mortal after all. And I will never keep anything from you, he responds in kind. With his hand, he moves it to suggest they can dance, much like the other warriors are though they remained joined by the arm. The Bozmak he says, moving his own body to the music his people are playing, Are those leaders among my people that channel the spirit totems of our clans. They take the forms of these totems and become the animal. Most are subject to the will of Perun. But there are some that can become their totem upon their will. Though they too are subject to Perun, when the moon is right, and they must channel their spirit. I would not speak so of your father, regarding her fathers failure at not being able to make a proper lady of Brae. Oriza continues, But, if I were he, I would have summoned my warriors to defend my home and not so readily bent the knee. As he turned more towards the other dancing, encouraging her to joing along but not outright forcing her, he grinned then, Do you dance with me because I am now your husband, or perhaps you want to? It was left floating in the air, with many other thoughts perhaps. Spirits and music were flowing freely and if she ever needed a refill, there were those of his people ready to oblige. While indeed there were those amongst the people intended to be servants, those ready to fill the cups were more willing to share in the festivities rather than simply obey commands.
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She smiled adn canted her head at him and then frowned a bit. When he talked of the Bozmak, her eyes traveled to the bear claw necklace he wore around his neck and reached forward adn ran her hand along it and bit her lip. And you believe you are one of these? She whispered. The puzzle pieces beginning to fall into place. She had heard of people who turned into animals when teh moon was full. She then looked at him and swallowed nodding. At his defense of her father, she rolled her eyes and turned her head away, but a grin spread across her lips. Yes, that is one thing that you Brutes have over us, my people cringe and cower at the thought of blood. She looked up at him and sighed a long suffering smile, but something about her eyes told him she was a jokster at heart as well. Well, we can't very well have our Bear King married to a stiff lady now can we. She looked at him and moved forward with him. She quickly picked up the dance moves after stumbling a bit. Every other dance or so, she called for a mug of ale and downed it and was back on the floor. Soon, she was drunk. She laughed her face was turning a slight pink as she gripped onto Ozira. She chuckled as she stumbled over her long dress. Brae giggled and looked up at him and smiled. It would seem that I embibbed a tad too much of your drink. She smiled and wrapped her free arm around him to try to steady herself. Everything was spinning.
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There was a warm smile when she asked if he was of the Bozmak, and Orize didnt quite answer as the dances continued one after the other. When she stumbled, he would use his free arm to steady her, least their intertwined arms become uncomfortable and he took drinks as much as she did when they came around or she called for more. As the room swam upon her under the influence of the ale, he brought his own arm around her, holding her tightly to him but still swaying, pressing his body upon hers. Then you should be put to bed, he said. It wasnt so much clear if he was implying they should then go lay as husband and wife or if he really meant she should get some sleep because of too much to drink. Still that arm about her back, he gave a lift and began to carry her. They could have been dancing still among the people, or he could have been moving away from the festivities then. It is time we take our leave, he said as time slipped around them, It is expected. There was movement and the people moved to help, as if to escort them from one pavilion to the next and Oriza knew exactly where to go. It was, perhaps to an outsider, a confusion of tents and pavilions, all the people lived this nomadic lifestyle and all their abodes were ornate. It seemed the left the man pavilion after traveling through a series of chambers off the main room of that pavilion, each seeming like its own tent. In those tents were couple who had left to be away from the activity and were in various states of embrace and undress. They paid little mind to the proceedings. Outside in the snow covered hillside, various group of men and women continued to celebrate, some had broken out into various fights of honor, courage or simple challenges of bravery, others still enjoying each others company. They were led to a grand pavilion, its main flaps embraced by mighty braziers, the light and heat fighting off the snow from the ground that opened to his own quarters. Still the ground was muddy, but inside the ground was covered by rugs. In one area was a wooden thrown, carved with images of large bears bracing the seat and back, and this was surrounded by treasures of his people various barbarian tradition jewelry and objects of art. In another area were furs packed and this was perhaps the closest thing his people had to a bed.
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She giggled and pressed her face against his unbound arm and grinned softly against him. She swallowed softly. She felt suddenly the whole mood in the tent shift. Shit, did she make an ass out of herself? Everyone was looking at her expectantly. She frowned and then moved with him as they began to escort her from the pavilion. Her heart was racing. The cold hit her in the face and she gasped a bit she did not realize how warm she had become. The could quickly found her fevered from drink forehead and chilled her quickly. She looked as several of the people of the festivities left early. She saw several strong female warriors embracing their men. The women were every bit as fierce. Some she even spied, had barbarian tattoos swirling over their bodies. Biting her lip, she kept her eyes down. Looking down, she smiled seeing that they had brought in her bag. She then giggled and then stumbled a bit into the tent her head reeling. She didn't know where she was, the room spun so badly, she couldn't begin to make her way back to the main pavilion even if she tried. She smiled and leaned her head against him once they reached his tent and she sighed. Your people are very open about their emotions aren't they? She sighed once they were inside the tent and away from earshot. She didn't realize that some of the warriors waited outside the tent to witness the first union, or at least hear it. How long are we expected to remained tied together like this. She motioned to the intricate ribbon work binding them together. She sighed and leaned against him even more. She felt very nervous, excited, and drunk. Brae didn't think she had ever been this drunk in her life. She reached behind her and began to scratch at her head and then blushed laughing a bit. Um, Ozira, have you ever been with a woman before? She turned her blue eyes on him. She knew this was a bad subject to bring up, but she was curious and had to know. She had heard that sexual relationships were very open and encouraged amongst some barbarians.
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As they were left alone and she pondered their arms, he moved to the furs, holding her tightly that his own body heat may help with the drunken fever she acquired while going into the snow. Until we are one, he responded over that intricate ribbon that bound them. Though he lifted there tied arms slightly behind them and used his free hand to undo the ties, such that simply moving now would eventually undo what had been done by the Kasis. In the warmth of the tent, heated by braziers as well, similar to the ones outside, he continued to embrace her to transfer that head until she pondered if hed been with a woman before. Carefully he brought his head back so he could gaze down into her blue eyes. He measured the moment, as if pondering her intent. Such talk was liberal amongst his people but her question held a curiosity about it he was unfamiliar with. I have, I would not be Khan of the Avar otherwise. Implying perhaps that in the socializing of their fetes, this was something that was expected. He continued, however, I have accepted no mate until today. Then his knees were bending as he embraced her, as if suggesting they lay down amongst the furs, but still he found that curiosity growing within him, What does this mean to you? Referring to him having been with women before and unsure of the ways of the Franks and courtship perhaps. His arms moved at the bindings, twisting to help the bounds loosen so he could use both hands to embrace her and hold her more against his body.
Thread: Race Play roleplay?

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Thread: Utopia for Sex Addicts (OOC discussion)

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