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

Naelan had always admired Ramoli's pride and articulation, she half stared at him as he spoke in awe. When her name was called she clamped her mouth shut quickly, teeth snapping loudly. She waved a hand to Taero, who was more prepared than she was. Quickly she tangled a slim hand into her long hair, chewing her lip as she listened to the male speak. Taero stood, his fingers gracing the small black bible upon the table. I am of great faith, as we all know, and I believe as a mere mortal in comparison to our gods I should not have the right to make a point within the rooms. These gods of old spoke to us and told up that we must respect our elders, and so, I will defer to you elders. You know of my wisdom within the arts of our religion, and you five, and you five only can make this decision. The man took his seat, a neutral expression to make his lack-luster speech. The elders held in their contempt, and merely nodded to Naelan. The woman stood, and instead of gracing some mystical object, her fingers pressed her glasses further up her nose. As my brother said, we are only mortal, we are not nearly as qualified to make large decisions we are not humans. She paused for a second, before swallowing hard, But.. I think I would be a better choice, as my brother spoke --true as it was -- it showed he is passive in his thirst for knowledge about these humans, where I am not. Taero might let something slip because there was no sign, I do not believe I would make the same mistake... Naelan trailed off, feeling her brothers well placed, and well hidden, fury upon the back of her head. Lowering her head in a half-bow, she returned to her seat. Y'sanne offered Naelan a grin, she liked the woman's take on things! But Naelan returned not such gesture, she wasn't even sure she say it right. From the older woman's perspective Y'sanne was leering at her like a predator would it's prey. Finally our hunters need to speak, The female elder crowned, waving a thin hand into the now silent air. Slicing through the newly formed tension like a hot knife did butter. Tobith, you will speak first. Olar second, and Suula will speak third. Speak your case. Tobith stood, he was a huskier man. Shorter than almost everyone excluding Y'sanne. He had a thick set brow and browned skin from days in the sun. I will hunt as hard as one can to feed us if I am chosen to go on this journey. My aim will be true, my bow unshatterable, and my arrows sharp. Tobith wasn't the most articulate of men, but he was intelligent. He was also one of the eldest hunters, his eye sight was a little worse-for-wear, but he had a good heart, and was a hard working man. But I leave any and all major decision to you, elders. He bowed his dark, nearly balded head and returned to his seat. Everyone turned to Olar.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

While Ysanne was moved by Naelans words, something stirred with Ramoli as well. Not giving the staring, appreciative glance that Ysanne had spared for the woman of the faith, his hazel eyes did follow Naelan as she returned to her seat. It was as if somehow how words here in the chamber changed his thoughts on Naelan. She was something lovely to look at before and now, her views on the quest for knowledge was intriguing. He never understood the new faith, he was one of the few tied to the old gods despite their lack of presence in this new world but that quest for knowledge she discussed, perhaps they were not so different after all. While the hunters began to talk, he continued to look at Naelan curiously across the table from where he sat. Olar stood at the table when his turn arrived, himself looking uncomfortable in the circumstance. It could of easily been read that he was simply nervous to talk about himself in front of the elders, but he had been uneasy around such a gathering of the people and even here, there was enough to put him slightly at edge. I hunt as well as Tobith and Suula, he began his oration, It is known. I have ranged far and wide, perhaps farther than any of the Kaluwa and have seen the carved mountains left in the world by the Humans. My experience is more than hunting and my skills would be valuable to this voyage. It was more than enough for him to say, he breathed shakily, sighing with relief almost as he sat down. An eye travelled to his cousin, Ressen, then to the female warrior Ysanne, he hoped it would be her chosen as well as himself. After Suula had spoken, the First elder spoke softly, for he was truly the eldest amongst elders, We have a deep decision to make, it affects us now and hereafter. Please give us privacy in our chamber that we may decide the chosen four. During the process, Olar would stand quietly aside unless approached and he would curiously look between the groups of individuals, wondering which warrior, faithful, and alchemist would be chose and, more so, he found his eyes resting on Ysanne. Either because he didnt really want to go on this journey with Ressen, but probably because she was something worth looking at. In the time of waiting, as well, Ramoli purposefully ignored the other alchemists in favor of finding a moment to seek out Naelan. When he found that moment and her attention, he bowed his head lightly in deference to her. I believe you will be chosen Naelan, he offered in his best humble voice, The elders seek those willing to lead the people, and you have shown yourself determined in their eyes.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Y'sanne didn't even nod to the Elders before vacating the room. They all moved to the open 'stage' like area right outside of the chambers that the elders sat on while doing the meetings. The youngest warrior kicked out one of the stools the elders used to raise them above the others, and plopped herself down ungracefully. She hooked a leg under her own, and peered out at the others. Like a crow. Now, Y'sanne wasn't the most intelligent Kalwua around, but she wasn't stupid either. So as she peered over the crowd, she decided who she wanted with her. As much as Y'sanne despised Suula for not only being a bitch, but for stealing her spotlight as a female fighter, she was a strong hunter. And they would benefit from having her there. So as Y'sanne sized Suula up, she mentally made her list. The obvious choice for the faithful was Naelan, her speech was beautifully laid out -- Taero would disagree as he sulked off in a corner -- so she was the top of the list. The Alchemist was also easy to choose, Ramoli was the other two's teacher, and this was an important mission, he would be going. The hunters were different though.. as confident as she was in Suula, her eyes traveled to Olar. She tilted her head to examine him as he was sizing her up as well. She jutted her chin out at him, before leaping off of her stool and saunter over. Hey you. Olar or something, right? You think you're gonna make it? Naelan on the other hand was a bit more subtle. She moved with grace out into the open room. Turning away from her fellow competitors to face out into the empty streets. A single child was running back home, after staying out much too late. She smiled softly, thanking the Humans that this place was able to exist for them. A voice sounded behind her and she turned to face Ramoli. She had never really spoken to the man on a personal basis, she'd given him new things for his alchemy that she'd found in ancient ruins, but that was her job. So a smile lit her face, making the freckles across her nose sparkle almost. Thank you Ramoli, hopefully the Elders will make the most correct decision. She laid the humble on thick, before her little smile split into a wider, more giddy grin, Between you and I though, I am quite excited to go, if I am chosen. I have a strong feeling you also will be one of the chosen and it would be an honor to serve on this mission with you. I've heard about your studies... Naelan allowed a glance to Y'sanne, who was covered in his studies. Little alchemical circles and signs were carved into her armor. I've seen them in action even. She giggled a little at him, brushing her long hair from her eyes. Her eyes scanned down Ramoli for a moment. Without his head-piece he looked three or four years younger-- her age even. She opened her lips to speak again when a loud noise started from behind Ramoli. The doors had opened and everyone have jumped to look. The last elder looked over the group from the shadows. Come, we have made out decision.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

As Ramoli and Naelan began an animated discussion, Olar at first continued his interest in the other groups and then there was Ysanne who drew him out of the reverie. That is not for me to say, he responded, stoically as one might expect from someone like him. Then, he took a few steps towards were she sat. Others might of noted the groups had broken into small talk and it may be that he was more comfortable with out a large group of ears listening to what he had to say. However, I should be the one chosen. I have more experience out there, he jutted a chin, it encompassed everything beyond the Kaluwa, than the other hunters. Just as you have more experience outside the settled lands. He lifted one brow as if saying he had paid attention to who else went out there aside from hunters and gatherers. It was known regardless by the animals she hunted for feasts, but his words implied he may have studied her before. Ramoli actually find himself warming up as Naelan responded to him, it wasnt just him being right, for he knew he was, nor her confidence in him being chosen. It was the giggle and the excitement she had in that moment, perhaps something he had overlooked in his own child in his own studies. There was something of a faerie spirit to this girl once she opened up a little and it intrigued Ramoli. The smile showing more in his eyes than his controlled facial expressions. As she was about to speak again and he was actually enjoying the personal moment, they were called back into the chamber of the elders. Once inside, first elder began, We have weighed our decision and through our shared wisdom we have made our choice. Five interrupted, with a look of disdain, This choice is final, do not grovel if you are not one of the chosen. He eyed a couple of the non-chosen then, those individual he expected to raise objection this included Ressen and Suula. We only ask that you respect our decision, chimed in second elder, to sooth the abrupt word choices of fifth elder. We have chosen Naelan as lead for this journey, returned first elder, getting things back on track, For her expertise in all that is Human as well for her thirst for knowledge of the ancients. Our second choice is Ramoli for his knowledge in the arcane art of Alchemy. The hunter and warrior so chosen for this mission will be .
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

...Olar and Y'sanne, respectively. Cut in the second elder, wringing his withered hands. Without another moment passing, Suula came to her feet, anger in her hawk-like face. But she suppressed it, quickly bowing her head to the elders and sprinting from the room. Taero had known he'd lost, and without speech gathered his bible and moved from the room, the others following suit. Other than Ressen. Who laid a big hand across Y'sanne's tiny shoulder and gave her a rough shake. The woman being pushed merely grinned up at Ressen, and shrugged him off. Naelan was in shock on her side of the room, her eyes wide and blinking. Her mouth mimicking the motions of a hungry fish. Her voice nearly squeaked when she spoke next, Th-thank you, Elders. Her blue eyes darted across the room. I will not let us down. Bowing her head, she settled further into her seat, and began to fiddle with the hem of her dress. Lost in a sea of troubles, Naelan was a tall woman, but she was not strong, emotionally or otherwise. She knew she was a bad choice to lead, but would say nothing of the sort. Y'sanne ginned widely, unable to hid her glee. Not that she had any doubt, it was always going to fall on her slim shoulders. She was small, she was young, but she was strong. And in a fight, she could take Ressen without much effort. If I may be so bold, why did you chose us in particular? Y'sanne chose her words as carefully as she would, being a rash individual. Naelan shows great respect for the Humans, but also sense that will keep you all alive. Ramoli is the most skilled and worldly of his profession. Olar has seen the most, and been the furthest from the settlement, he is best prepared for this. And you, Y'sanne, have nothing to lose. Your death would be saddening, but no family would suffer accept the whole. Spoke the female elder, all while watching the youngest female. Who nodded along. Naelan lifted herself from her seat, brushing her hands down her front. When do we leave? Two hours time, now, go pack.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Two hours for some might be a stretch, for leaving their current life and going on voyage to settle new lands. Some might call it dangerous, but all would know it wasnt an extended hunting trip they were on, this would take more time from the four of them. Those who thought both would be worried about the two hour time frame just to make sure they had everything. Ramoli was just one of those who didnt think it was enough time. Still, as the four began to head out, he turned to Naelan, See, you had nothing to worry about. Whether he meant her being selected to join the four, or as leader, was anyones guess. As they left the chambers, he continued, If there is anything you would need of me in preparing for this journey, you have but to ask. That said, whether she asked or not, what time he was given would be spent packing prepared alchemical assistance and supplies enough to carry for basic needs, minor healing ointments and the like. Olar was one of those at a loss for what to do really for that amount of time. All he head to do was grab his light pack and his weapons. Everything he needed was there and what he didnt have, he was sure the earth would provide. If the earth didnt provide it, then he would make do. Depending on the speed the warrior took in getting ready, he might well have been the first back to the gathering spot, ready to go.
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Two hours for Y'sanne was more than enough time. The woman looked lazy as she strolled back to the hut she called home. In her hut, she gathered her basics. Her sword, her rope, and her trinkets. All of the things Y'sanne owned herself not including her bed, it was donated from another family could be tied around her waist. Y'sanne began her hunting ritual, not that she was a hunter, but as a warrior, she didn't have a better term for it. She dabbed two fingers into the stone tubes filled with thick dark paste and rubbed it under her eyes and down the sides of her face. Without even using a mirror, the woman did the intricate little designs along her jawbone. Once the paste dried after three or four minutes, she pulled her helm over her head. The designs along her jaw and her lips the only visible portion of her face. Strolling out towards the gathering spot, Y'sanne realized she was not the first, but the second to show. She offered no grin in greeting this time, her face in serious warrior mode. Her hands placed themselves onto her hips, as she turned her body a little to look towards the settlement as they waited for the more intellectual of the group. Naelan spared a smile for Ramoli, before nearly sprinting back to her home. She had no ritual to speak of, but the whole time she packed, she whispered prayers under her breath. Asking the humans to bless their travels, her companions, everything. When Naelan was ready to leave, she had pulled on a thin pair of pants under her long dress, thicker boots to cover her once bare feet. Under her arms she carried three books. A thick red one that in the Human language read The Holy Bible, an equally thick blue one that read, Dictionary in the old tongue, and a thin once that was made for writing in, with Five Star written in small letters on the very top. Around her waist was a thick belt, cinching her waist in, a small knife rested on her hip, and over her shoulder was a thick hide satchel filled with paper, pencils and other such equipment. Around her right wrist she wore a device called a 'watch' that was used to tell time. When Naelan arrived at the gathering spot three minutes late, too the others were all there. She nodded a little, but said nothing. Ushering them with her body movement. Y'sanne bowed to Naelan silently, and took the lead, being as she was the group's meat shield. Y'sanne led them to the outskirts of the settlement. Outside the walls was a thick forest, filled with life and danger. She managed to keep her grin back as she waved them in, drawing her blade to cut things out of the way when needed. According to the small circular device Naelan carried, they were heading south, into the center of Toronto.
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The journey started off quietly, with Ysanne in the lead. Olar held back keeping his eyes to the sides of the group as well as sweeping behind them. He had a bow held in hand and while there was no arrow notched, his hand was firmly in the grip with two fingers wrapped at the ready should he have to affix an shaft quickly and take ready aim. He preferred to stay silent as they moved, though with Ysanne hacking away in the front, there wasnt much stealth on this operation and he felt it better to not suggest anything. It was as if by instinct that most animals backed away from noise, or at least the noise the Kaluwa made. It was a common known hunting tactic to sound less kaluwan and more natural, least the prey catch wind of the hunter. Besides, he now had the chance to keep an eye on everyone else, including watching Ysanne as she cleared the path before them. There was a slight intrigue to the female warrior. One such intrigue was he never paid much attention to her before, he nearly classified her as a male because of her stature and bearing, but from this vantage he noted she was distinctly female in all the right ways at least. Better even because of her strength or masculine tendencies perhaps. All kept to himself as they walked, at times he found himself forgetting to sweep around as he focused on her working her way through the dense overgrowth. When the journey started, Ramoli was different than the silent male and the active female in the rear and lead respectively. Not long outside the city after Naelan had them going in the right direction, he shifted the weight of his pack a little and scuffled over to where she was assuring they were on the right path. This is quite exciting, he admitted to her when he was close enough for a conversational tone. A chance to make new discoveries, or uncover knowledge of the past. He wasnt sure how she clarified the search for Human evidence, but he felt suggesting the past was safe enough. After a several moments, of whatever conversation may have been starting up, Olar made a hissing noise from the back of the group, the kaluwa signal to keep quiet. His voice trailed through the silence that hopefully followed. Not so loud you two, I cannot hear the jungle about us. Indeed, as if to echo the thought of listening to the forest, it wasnt another moment or two after he spoke that the sound of an old tree falling could be heard. It squeaked at first then toppled over with a rush of branches colliding between the falling tree and its living neighbors followed by a thud as it impacted upon the ground. Whatever it was, Olar made no indication for concern as he kept a steady gaze in the direction of the noise but kept moving south towards the Human mystical site called Toronto.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Y'sanne was more than happy to get some of her pent up energy out on the poor underbrush. Stealth and subtlety were not her forte. Not that she cared, sometimes brute force was better anyways. So the woman happily swung her blade when he was needed, clearing a path for the two directly behind her that were less... jungle savvy than perhaps Olar and herself. Only once did Y'sanne stop her steady but slower than she'd like pace when a large branch cut across her vision. She had to take two or three hacks at it, before the kaluwa sized branch tumbled out of the way. The other woman on the team noticed the branch and took it upon herself to gather it in her free hand. She tilted her head when Ramoli spoke to her, a soft giggle passing through her lips. It is, isn't it? I can't wait to see Toronto. According to the writings, it was the largest city in these lands, with buildings up to sixty stories! She said, trying not to clap her hands in excitement. Naelan started when Olar hissed, she crouched a little, as if making her tall frame smaller would make her quiet. She shied away from the look Y'sanne passed at her, even though they could see nothing but her lips. Sorry. Naelan hissed at Olar, straightening up again. When the tree fell, both her and Y'sanne looked out towards the forest, the group quiet as they listened to it. Fantastic... Naelan murmured after the jungle had settled. Y'sanne waved the group forward, continuing on their trek. Naelan lowered her voice as she spoke to Ramoli, one of the few male Kaluwa who were taller than her, But yes, very exciting. I heard about this one thing called a Gee Pee Ess, it's supposed to be able to tell you where you are, and direct you to where you're going. Naelan tripped over a branch, but quickly shook it off, trying to mask her flush. Isn't that something? Y'sanne stopped, raising a hand as Naelan walked into her back, toppling the younger, and much shorter Kaluwa over. She grunted in frustration at the other woman, but waved a hand up. It's getting dark. She said, as if this explained everything. She waved her hand again. We are not too far from the settlement, but we should stop soon. At least for the first night, we do not want to get too far. Y'sanne explained to Naelan pointedly, who obviously had never been on a journey like this before. She oh'ed and nodded vigorously. Yes yes, you're right. We should stop soon... Olar. She turned to face who she was speaking to, which was very polite of her. Would you mind scouting ahead a ways and finding us a place to camp? We'll continue forward, but we're loud enough that you'll find us, I'm sure.