Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Feb 6, 2016 15:51:33 GMT -6
War had come to the plains of Sacae before. It was a strong land, a broad land, a land that could not be kept down long. With torch and sword, Sacae burned and the children of Hanon died. So it had been for centuries, and for the centuries ahead so it may yet be again. However, as the grass of the plains bent under the hooves of a massive army, each blade bent in the hour of Sacae's history that it would not be so. The rider's on each horse would not let theirs be a lifetime of Sacae's conquering. So the contingent rode West from Bulgar, one of two massive armies made by the tribes agreeing for the first time in generations to fight as one.
At the head, rode Selibas, the Little Wolf. He was among the smaller warriors in the army, as was his horse in among the mounts. Still, he rode with his head high and his back straight, one sword at his hip, the other being brought along with his things by a pack horse. At his side he had Dale, his cousin and blood rider, who had scouted ahead earlier that morning before the ride had begun. Dale had told him there was no sign of the Etrurians, and Selibas would not question the tall man's word. They had set out about three hours ago, and went at a good pace, alternating between a quick trot for short periods of rest, and something that was not too far from a gallop. Perhaps even that was too hard a pace for some, Selibas thought, they moved fast across the plains. He decided now would be as good a time as any take a rest, and the short khan leaned over to Dale and said, "Call for a complete halt. Thirty minutes." Dale nodded, and lifted the horn, he blew it three times, with the last bellow being a long slow note. Selibas could faintly hear the other hornblowers responding and spreading the message.
The horses slowly stopped, and riders set to watering their horses and getting themselves a bit of a stretch. Selibas looked them over, they were a fierce force, if a bit... confusing at the moment. He had split all the warriors into units of ten, asking the khans to tell give them a man or woman from the ten who could lead them well, and that warrior was made their Arban. Then, he had placed each unit of ten into larger units, made ten similar units only from different tribes. Most groups of a hundred were lead by one of the speakers from the meeting, or a blood rider called a Zuun, and most groups had a great many Lorca. The people he did not spread were the healers of the Chaklai, who he thought needed to be operated seperately from the soldiers, and the Temulun. He doubted the Temulun would follow anyone but their leaders and perhaps himself eventually, but for now he was unwilling to argue over their nonsensical songs and unwilling to fight a tribe he wanted as allies.
For those that followed him, Selibas had asked each khan for their finest swordsmen and archers, and worked the out under him so that he led a unit of a hundred warriors, that similarly to most of the other units had their gaps filled by the massive Lorca tribe. He called them The Chonodarga. They were combined with other units led by different Zuun's, much like other units of a hundred or more, into a group of about one thousand. The leader of one of these final units was called a Mingghan. Selibas led one of those groups of a thousand, as did other experienced Sacaens.
His reason for mixing the units was to promote friendship between the warriors by making them spend the ride and time in camp together. If they simply stuck to their own tribe's camp and never spoke with those from outside it, they'd have no reason to defend each other. They would have to be one in battle, and this way they'd know each other's face and voice if not each other's very thought.
The units were broken up in their way as a way to make them more versatile. The thousand could ram into the enemy army effectively, the hundred could split into individual tasks that needed more order, and the ten could be made to do exact objectives. He had told each Mingghan commander that their unit was to be commanded as they saw fit, whether their men must all drink and eat at the same time, or if each time their soldiers got in the saddle they got a pat on the back and a hardy 'well done.'
Selibas smiled, still looking them over. They'd not see Sacae lost again.
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Post by Midori on Feb 6, 2016 19:53:02 GMT -6
The western force was truly a sight to behold. Midori felt as if the unification army was one of the largest armies of the world. Never had she’d seen such a large congregation of humans and animals rallied together to fight under one banner. She rode alongside her mentor Lady Lucy, whom was busy complaining about her bladder. It had been a bit since their last rest stop. Midori had learned to tune out Lady Lucy when she was complaining about bodily functions. And so her mind thought of home. The young priestess felt it had been forever since she last stepped foot in her village. Even though it had only been about two or three months since she had left. Midori herself wore the classic garb of the Chaklai healers. But due to the warm weather and the sun she had removed her red robe and picked up her hair in a high ponytail. Her staff was hung securely on Ashes saddlebag.
The Chaklai rode closer towards the back end of the group. Their numbers were remarkably small when compared to the rest of the Western defense force. Their numbers were about 150, a pitiful amount when compared to that of the Telmun or Lorca. Their nominated leader was Skai, a sniper with blue hair. Only eighty of them knew anything about medicine. Eighty fully trained clerics who knew the way of the staff. And yet these eighty Chaklai would ride out and heal those who were hurting regardless of what tribe they came from. To guard them were 70 fighters of mixed classes. A majority of them were adopted into the Chaklai after undergoing a spiritual of trial of loyalty. Seventy fighters who discarded their old lives and rode under the banner of the Chaklai. It was through this variety of fighters that has allowed the Chaklai to prosper where some tribes had not. It was this same tolerance and acceptance of outsiders that drew the ire of other tribes. Tribes who did not inherently agree with their methods of peace and ostracized them.
And so the Chaklai rode, alongside these other tribes, singing songs, and healing those who sustained injuries. Most of these injuries were minor. The most common injury being sprained ankles from the foot soldiers. Some suffered injuries in training and mock battles. The songs of the tribe were common songs of the plains meant to boost morale and keep things positive. The tribes needed that optimism. Sacae needed that optimism. Eturia had left nothing but despair and death in their wake. The sight and experience of that destruction could wound a man, woman, or child in a way no staff can mend. The Chaklai could not allow that. Their holy scriptures had warned them about the dangers of negativity. Fear, anger, revenge, corruption… emotions that cloud the mind and lead one to do things they may later regret. To do things that are unable to be mended. Actions that would lead another generation down the path of hate… which in turn simply creates more violence.
A world of violence among men is a world our scripture wishes to avoid. Midori’s mind recalled a lecture from one of the elder priests. That is one of the reasons why our clan prides itself on healing, knowledge, and understanding. While other clans may kill themselves upon the other’s swords. We do not. We would rather welcome their orphans into our clan.. rather than have them seek a meaningless revenge. And furthermore… *BRRRRRRR* The sound of the hunting horn had snapped Midori out of her daydream. She shook her head lightly.
“It seems that we are resting. Thirty minutes.” Lady Lucy spoke towards Midori. Lady Lucy was a former Ilian. She found herself among the Chaklai over a decade ago. She had lost nearly everything she held dear to marauders. She was a broken woman when one of the missionaries of the Chaklai found her. And through the clan and it’s teachings she was mended and reborn as a Chaklai. She dragged herself and her horse Cinnamon off. Midori stretched her arms up towards the sky for a bit then made motions to safely dismount her horse. With both feet on the ground she stretched her legs a bit before grabbing the horse's reins and pulling her closer to the Chaklai carts. She held up an apple and cut it in half. She fed one half to her horse Ashes and ate the other half herself.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Mar 13, 2016 0:49:05 GMT -6
"About time!" Chelsea reached over and hit her father. "Ow! There's no need to hit, you were thinking it too, missy. I need to stretch my legs!" The redhead sighed and put her head in her hand. Seriously, she wondered sometimes which of them was the parent and which was the child. Then again, formality had never really been a part of the Miagani tribe. It might draw looks from some of the other tribes, but it was one of the things that made them unique.
"You only need to stretch them because you're such an old man now," Chelsea responded with a grin. "Those of us who are young and in shape are doing quite fine, thank you very much." The two of them broke into laughs. She had really missed spending time with her father, especially after all that had happened. There wouldn't be much time for things like that in their future, which at least one battle on the horizon. Sure, they could be serious about the whole thing, but there was no point. The time for seriousness would come. For now, they chose to indulge in the little things. Who knew how much longer they'd be able to?
Barton passed by around this time, and of course he sided with her father. Just because they were friends. "We might be older than you, but we're also better fighters." Chelsea couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"That remains to be seen." She said with a smile. "If you're half as good at fighting as you are at speech giving, we might just be alright." Once again, Chelsea and her father broken into laughter. Even Barton was forced to crack a smile. Truth was, she had faith that all of them would survive what lie ahead. Barton probably was fight, that she was the worst fighter of the three. And if she was, she liked their chances.
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Post by Altani on Mar 15, 2016 21:24:44 GMT -6
Their songs had been many. Their voices had been loud. Unified. Until they'd begone to approach.
It wasn't easy to say at what point the severity had fallen over them. It was however, something that was likely to put many on edge. The Temulun were a loud people, and boisterous. They were also a serious tribe though, and when hunting there was value in silence. Altani in particular had taken to contemplation. Clad in her mothers raven black armor, with the darkened cape trailing down to her lower back, certainly set her out however from most of her Sacean brothers and sisters. With her twin lancers in either hand, she held them with the same security that a mother would her babe.
So quiet. Her heart rampaged within her breast, and her blood stirred like molten magma from fabled volcanoes; bursting through in furious eruptions. Yet no sound came from pale lips as their march neared a supposed pause. By the time the other Sacaen's had started to pause, the Temulun were all looking to one person. Altani.
She turned, verdite hair trailing beyond her as she spoke to her cousins directly.
"Gar shuk meh kyrayc..udes!" (We are of no use dead, Rest!)
Dozens of pocket conversations broke out. Though they were ferocious warriors that relished a challenge, they had thoughts to speak. However that was also a useful outlet. Without their warsongs to direct their passion, they had to funnel it into other means. It was not long before the faint ringing of blades broke out through out the camp. Some were too restless. Training would be their only avenue. Altani however, had a different interest. Something she had intended to do before the exchange of words between leaders, and had not.
She was a sight apart from the other sacaens to be sure. Still clad in the thin layered form fitting obsidian shaded armor, with her cloak trailing behind her, she looked more like an Ilian mercenary in apparel. However the spears fastened now to her back were definitively of her peoples, and her emerald hair matched the shade of so many bodies present. Upon her face though, small thin lines under her cheek and beneath her jaw traced an inter-connected path. Ashen war-paint styled to honor the fallen to come, and those that had fallen in battle before them. Homage to the ancestors.
With the faint jingling of her shoulder plates and breastplate clanking together, she found herself somewhat thankful the ceremonial armor did not cover her arms. Unhindered by all but a thin soft green long sleeved tunic, she could freely move them. As such, it was good. Striding through camps brought her in mere moments to that which she sought. Familiar fiery hair in sight, Altani's lips curved into a playful grin. A rare sight reserved for family and closest friends. As she approached, a voice reached her ears.
"We might be older than you, but we're also better fighters"
Chelsea's response widened the grin on Altani's lips as she approached from behind the woman. Announcing herself a mere moment before her arm slipped around Chelsea's shoulder and she took to her friends side to slightly lean on her; fiery gaze fixated on the girls elders.
"Gar serim! (That's right) She speaks the truth! We simply have to wait and see. Besides, if me and her are back to back you can be sure we'll kill the most~"
Jovial laughter parted from the green haired female as Altani flashed a confident grin. She, like every other in her tribe was excited for this war. When they marched, she would be serious. When she stood by friends and comrades, she would smile. She would grin, and she would be proud.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Mar 27, 2016 16:54:39 GMT -6
Chelsea was slightly surprised when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder. It took a second for the redhead to put together who it was. The green hair seemed very familiar, but it was the voice that told her that it was Altani. She felt herself grow a tiny bit red. This was her first time interacting with Altani since she had gotten here, and she could certainly tell that the crush was still there. She could tell from the look on her father's face that he knew that too. He gave a nod. "Always nice to see you, Altani. We'll leave you two to catch up." Giving his daughter a knowing look, he departed with Barton.
Looking up at her friend, Chelsea gave the girl a wide smile. "He's not wrong, it is always nice to see you." She rested her head lightly on her friend's shoulder. Altani had always been the taller of the two, but that suited Chelsea just fine. Slipping an around around the green haired girl's waist, she gave the girl a mock frown. "We've been here this long and you only just came to find me?" The frown turned back into a grin. In truth, she had meant to find Altani a long time ago. But everything with Selibas and Midori and Kelvin caused those plans to be delayed. She was passed all that now, so she was glad Altani had found her instead. "I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know."
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Post by Midori on Apr 1, 2016 12:32:37 GMT -6
OOC- It's been weeks since my last post here. So.. scuse me. -- Ashes ate her half of the apple then nuzzled Midori's hand as if wanting some more. Midori held up both her hands to the horse to show that they were empty. The horse gave an un-amused grunt before dipping her head down to munch on some grass. Midori sighed. The ride had been hard on the young priestess. She rubbed her back a bit. Making sure to massage her fingers into tiny circular motions to help loosen the knots she got from sitting on the saddle all day. Some of her group broke off to do some light exercise. She saw a few of them running around their little section of the troop. Others walked around and started to chat up some other Saceans. Some engaged in mock duels with one another.
A few of the healers formed a small group and started on stretching and meditation. Yoga as it was called in their language focused on clearing the mind, through carefully timed breathing, and to focus solely on the movement of their bodies. Many of the advance practitioners of the craft could bend and move their bodies into complex positions with ease. Midori casually guided Ashes out towards, one of the make shift posts, and tied Ashes to it. The horse had enough reign to move around and graze on grass. The healer pulled from her bag a very old and worn blanket and approached the group doing yoga. She took a corner to herself, placed the blanket down, kicked off her shoes, and joined the other's in yoga. These yoga sessions while on the move were short. They would spend roughly fifteen minutes doing this before dispersing. If the clan had been in the safety of their home village these sessions could last hours.
The first five minutes were spent in beginner positions in order to help hone and concentrate on the body. There were some who viewed this as strange. Other's pointed and laughed. But the yogi's learned to tune all of that out and to focus solely on their breathing and movements. They all seemed to look so peaceful. Every three minutes or the group would change position. A small series of noises emerged from the group as the moved. It was mostly low groans and the sound made when one cracked their knuckles. It was almost memorizing at how quickly they all seemed to synchronize their movements.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Apr 25, 2016 11:48:11 GMT -6
While the various plains people rested their weary feet, Selibas made his way to the tent of a man who'd done him a great favor, now Selibas intended to give him a great task. Or at the very least, the khan would give him a chance to be the one who took it on. He was a smith of the Juyin, an older man with broad shoulders and graying black hair who was called Ikhsmit. According to the man, he had apprenticed in Bulgar for three years before spending some time in Ostia working with a master smith on how to make all manner of weapons. The young Khan had asked each khan to tell him who their greatest smith was, and after speaking with all of them, Selibas had picked Ikhsmit for a favor that was of the utmost importance to him. He'd had his sword instructor and mentor's blade reforged into a Sacaen saber, and the metal was of a rare variety that the wolf did not believe any normal smith could have any hope to work. The man had given Selibas a sword which felt right in every aspect, its weight and length fitting perfectly to Selibas' body despite the shape of the blade being so unfamiliar. Now the Khan strode between the small gatherings of resting Sacaens with Khasar and Kaichun behind him, and a long thin saber with a blade of an odd yellow hanging at his him.
He found the man sitting down with his wife and grandson, whilst Ikhsmit was instructing the boy through how to braid the woman's hair. The little boys hair was short for most Sacaen boys his age, but it was good for him to learn now. Selibas did not know how to braid hair, his own or anyone else's, and it would make him stand out the longer he spent with the tribes. His hair was perhaps the longest it had ever been, and he wasn't sure whether or not he should cut it, or look the part of a Sacaen Khan. He approached the trio, and the woman whispered something to the little boy, who scurried off. Ikhsmit and his wife both rose, and bowed ever so slightly. "I greet you Selibas Khan." "I greet you Ikhsmit Juyin." "I greet you Selibas Sacae." "I greet you Ulagan Juyin." The woman kissed her husband on the cheek then hurried off after the boy.
"Is there something the matter with the blade, Khan Selibas?" Selibas shook his head and smiled, "No, the craftmanship of Shahlizen is masterful. I come to you with a question that I would greatly like to have answered." The man's eyes lit with curiosity, they were gray eyes very similar to Selibas' except they lacked the flashes of yellow in the Khan's. The little wolf continued, "I would like a form of armor for our men, something that allows them almost full mobility on foot or on horse. Not chainmail like the Lycians or Bernsese use, but perhaps something similar. It cannot be too heavy, because I believe if there is something we can use for our men, we could also use it for our horses." The smith nodded his head and scratched his hairless chin. "The Djute have used a type of armor before that I might be able to change, would you like leather or Iron?" Selibas smiled, "Both would be good for a set or two, and I can decide on the rest. Khasar and Kaichun here have agreed to allow you to take their measurements and to test the mobility of the suit when it is finished. If you need any materials, they are my blood riders, they can retrieve them for you." Ikhsmit bowed fully at that, and as Selibas was turning to go he said, "If you make the design and I life the look of it, you will be placed in charge of the development of arms for the coming battle." Selibas then walked away, leaving the man to his work with the two brothers. It was almost time to soudn the march once more.
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Post by Midori on Apr 28, 2016 17:28:14 GMT -6
With the movements of the yoga over and done with Midori moved on to the next task. The healers were branching off into pairs in order to scatter themselves about the group of Saceans. Lady Lucy returned to Midori’s side. She made an offhand comment on how there was no privacy anywhere here. Midori un-tied Ashes from her post and started to walk alongside Ashes. She passed by Chelsea who was talking to another Sacean. A green haired woman with some rather impressive armor. Midori recognized her as one of the Telemun. She did not know much about the Telemun tribe. But, what she did know was that they had courage and a love of fighting. Midori was fascinated at their mentality for fighting. They seemed to find pride in it, in the same manner the Chaklai found pride in their peaceful ways. She gave the orange haired nomad a wave. The Valkyrie and Troubador started to make a few rounds. Some folks didn’t even bother to look at them. This discouraged the young troubadour, she frowned, and looked down towards the ground. Lady Lucy saw this and placed her hand on Midori’s shoulders.
The Valkyrie wanted to offer some words of encouragement. Something insightful about how this experience was going to be good for her. For the greater good of the Chaklai and all of Sacae. But she saw a certain Khan nearby and decided to do something mischievous instead. The old valkyrie had Midori give her Ashes’ reigns. Midori gave her the reigns and tilted her head lightly. She was confused at that action, why did Lady Lucy want Ashes’ reigns. The older Valkyrie smiled softly and then promptly shoved Midori in the grand Khan’s direction. The pink haired healer nearly tripped at that action. She spent a few seconds flailing about with her hands in the air trying to stabilize herself. She did a few little hops on one leg too before eventually managing to stand back on her own two feet. She turned around to look at Lady Lucy and wanted to yell “why!?” But, the older woman merely smiled and flicked her hands outwards. As if to say “go on”, she urged her to go talk to the Grand Khan.
The pink haired healer closed her eyes for a moment and tried to find her courage. She barely had any of it left after nearly tripping and falling. She had even less grace and poise befitting one of her station after that near miss with the floor. She managed to find some semblance of normalcy before turning around and approaching the Khan. Alright. Midori. Just breathe. Lady Lucy.. has given you permission to approach and talk to the Khan. Remember what Chelsea said.. He’s just as nervous as you are. Remember to be courteous. Kind.. polite… She moved to adjust the robes of her shoulder only to remember she wasn’t wearing her sleeved cloak. She took it off in order to help deal with the heat. And.. We aren’t properly dressed. Well.. it shouldn’t be too much of a worry. He saw this before when I was grooming Cinnamon. Right Midori? Right. Just relax. Relax. She took a quiet breath and regained her composure.
“Good afternoon, Khan Selibus. How are you?”
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Post by Altani on May 24, 2016 13:04:56 GMT -6
The defiant poise and challenging look within her gaze at the girl's elder and the others of Chelsea's tribe. It was not a look borne of malice, or disgust. It was simply a natural resting visage for Altani; as all of the Temulun were known to have. She took everything as a challenge, and stepped forward to this challenge. The verdite haired lancer found the embrace of her friend very welcome though, and snaked an arm around Chelsea in a mimicked way that the orange haired sacaen herself did. She flashed a confident grin before squeezing the woman close and embracing her in a hug. Tightly so for a moment before releasing her, only to backpedal and grasp at her twin spears stabbed into the ground.
Lifting them, she twirled them in a flourish and pointed one towards the sky before pointing the other towards the sea of sacaens behind the two girls. Her tone was proud as she boldly proclaimed to her childhood friend.
"I would have stolen you away sooner Chelsea, but I had much to prepare! We shall be leading perhaps every raid possible, and on the front of combat when ever we can! There are many who wish to settle duels, rivalries, bouts of combative test, and I must over-see them all as the acting Khan while my father rests. I myself have come out the victor of three duels, and a contest of speed!"
She flourished her spears once more before lifting and sheathing them in the holsters upon her back before placing her hands lightly upon either hip; knuckles pressing to them as she leaned forwards to gaze at Chelsea with mock accusation, flashing a grin towards her all the while.
"You yourself never came by to duel with me either! I think I could take you in a contest of strength any day! I've yet to lose a wrestling match, to anyone!"
Confident in her own strength, the emerald maned sacaen woman winked to her friend before leaning back and standing up once more.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on May 24, 2016 19:52:11 GMT -6
There were more than a few Sacaens who chose not to do much socializing, or rather, not to do much mingling. Many of the plains men and women elected to immediately find the nearest member of their old tribe and talk with them, giving glances of ambivalent to any others that passed them, even the warriors they had ridden with in the day. Selibas was going to have to break that in them. He'd taken this command on his shoulders to fight back the Etrurians and attempt to bring Sacae together, but he could not do that with years of tradition keeping them apart. The people of Sacae were called many things away from the plains that were their home, and prideful was one of the nicer terms. Centuries of pride would be difficult to throw to the wind. Yet he had set his course for the tempest, and the winds would howl like a wolf before he let go of the helm.
As he stalked through the camp with heavy footsteps and a hard set visage, he heard a voice that softened the tone of his jaw like no other could have at the time. It was Midori, asking him how he was. "Oh, Midori, hello. I'm fine, just going to speak with a few persons of interest." Selibas smiled as brightly as the ride's drain on him would allow. "How about you? The ride in the sun seems to be agreeing with you." Selibas listened intently, but sadly the memory of other things crossed his mind. Duty namely. "Midori, I'd like to speak with you again, but we'll be marching soon, and I need to delegate. I'll find you some time soon."
After the smallest hesitation, Selibas touched her arm, and then turned to walk towards the head of the resting column. When he reached the front Delger, Coke, and Bekter were waiting for him. He told Bekter to go and find Dale who was likely skulking around the Zuun unit that housed a certain Lorca woman, and tell him to call for the march with his horn. He told Khasar to find Kaichun and discuss with the Sacaens who'd volunteered to hunt that day when to break away and begin the process of fleeding the large column. He told Delger to go and speak with the men and women who had been fletching arrows and discover what numbers they'd reached and what resources they'd need. Delger's aversion to the bow made him a natural choice for the job, his derision over discussing arrows made the head fletchers so uncomfortable that anytime he'd speak with them, they'd double their work in fear of his reaction the next time.
As the three headed off, Selibas mounted Lightning, and then prepared himself to ride again. The wolf rode to war with the weight of tradition beating on his back, but a passionate wind blowing him on from behind. Hopefully the wind would blow hard enough to break everything down small enough that the pieces could be thrown together into something strong enough to stand against Etruria.
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Post by Midori on May 25, 2016 14:14:45 GMT -6
Midori was relieved at the Khan's pleasant demeanor. It seemed to her that the march had not burdened him as much as it did the others. She had a slight flush of pink on her cheeks when Khan Selibus made a remark about the sun and her skin. She took pride in her appearance. She tried her best to keep herself clean and blemish free. While some of the elders might consider this behavior a form of vanity, Midori saw it as being professional. People tended to want clean looking medics unless they were truly desperate.
“I am fine. Thank you for asking.” She did her best to sound casual.
“And thank-you for the compliment. To be honest were it not for my robes and tea I'd be red with sun burns. Please do not forget to take some time to rest and hydrate yourself in the shade Grand Khan. None of us wish to see you collapse from heat exhaustion.”None of us want to see you collapse from anything really. She still couldn't quite shake off calling Selibus the Grand Khan. Baby steps Midori. Baby Steps. Khan Selibus remarked that he had other duties to attend to. Midori bowed softly.
“It is no problem. I understand. Forgive me for interrupting you. I shall return to my post.” She straightened herself up and returned to Lady Lucy. The elder woman seemed a bit dissapointed that the conversation ended so quickly.
“So, what did you tell him?”
“He made a comment about the sun. It told him to be careful about heat exhaustion and to take breaks in the shade.” She smiled softly as she mounted herself back on Ashes saddle.
“That's it?” The older woman asked. She was expecting something a bit more exciting. The march was dull and teasing her pupil was entertaining. Granted the whole thing was a small test of character. If Midori is to become a seasoned and respected healer she needed to learn how to approach people. People who were both above and below her.
“Milady Lucy, the Khan has work to do. Remember that there is a time and place for all things. Speaking, of which it is almost time to march again.” She responded with some tint of annoyance in her voice. The former Ilian sighed. The pinkette had a point. The blonde got back up on her horse and together they rode back to their position.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jun 3, 2016 10:14:59 GMT -6
Chelsea grinned when Altani pulled her into a hug. Her hugs were always just a little too tight, but the redhead never complained. It was nice just to be within her embrace. She then watched as Altani retrieved her spears and twirled them around. Chelsea had never been able to do anything like that. The best she could do was twirl an arrow between her fingers. She listened as her friend talked of her preparations and her duties as acting Khan. "You have fun way up there in the front. I'll be covering you from way in the back." Naturally, as an archer, Chelsea wasn't keen on being up close in combat. She still didn't trust her sword skills enough to use it as her primary weapon.
She then watched as Altani put her hands on her hips. Oh, the dreams Chelsea had had of those hip. Snapped back to the present when Altani turned her point back on her. She smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've had some, uh... personal stuff that kept me away..." All the Kelvin/Midori/Selibas stuff truly had distracted her. She had meant to find Altani days ago but no such luck. She forced a smile back onto her face. "It's ok, though. Just ex-fiance drama. The good news is I've moved on and I'm officially single again." She gave Altani a wink. "So if you know anyone who'd be interested, but sure to let me know. As to wrestling you..." Before she could finish, she heard the horn signalling the march to begin again. "I guess that'll have to wait until we stop again for me to beat that cute butt of yours." She grinned and winked again, lightly patting the green haired Sacaen's behind.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jun 19, 2016 20:21:47 GMT -6
As the hooves of the Sacaen mass thundered across the plains, the rider at their head allowed himself to get lost in thought. They were a sound unlike any in the world, this large a number of Sacaen horses, which were typically of a stouter build than the horses of the lands away from the Sacaen steppes. It made a distinct melody as hoof and shoe pounded the earth and grass beneath the glorious beasts. When the Lycians or Bernese went to war it would sound like bass drums, being pounded indistinctly with no true rhythm. Among the Sacaens there was a natural sort of synergy between the horse lords that sounded more like a snare drum, a constant sound that was bordered by milliseconds of silence created by each horse near you lifting their hooves at the same pace.
It would have had a beauty to it if Selibas had allowed himself to pay any sort of attention to it, but he was more caught up in the very idea of what was happening behind. One of the largest assemblies of Sacaens in the history of Elibe, and they rode to fight a common enemy. Among them was the Crimson Demon. A man his tribe had deified after the death of Hargus. Well, the first death of Hargus. He had never heard the man's name pass through a Sacaen's lips that did not follow or precede praise, and the same could be said for any outside the plain. Or at the very least they said his name with a sense of dread.
A rabble of mercenaries and pirates would fear that name, they would fear the crimson demon. The sight of him riding among the Sacaens would put the fear of gods in them that was unlike anything their far off dead Saint could supply. He could harness that. If he could make any part of their force retreat, or even falter, that would make them weak. Unless of course they... no, no one would ever retreat as a tactic, retreat was a way to avoid suffering any great loss. No one would do it, but no one would expect it. The battlefield was a place where chaos ruled, but perhaps order could funnel that chaos at the invaders. The music of hooves would have to wait, Selibas had much thought to lose himself in.
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Post by Midori on Jun 20, 2016 17:58:34 GMT -6
And so the march continues. Midori mused to herself as she kept Ashes moving at a steady pace. Her tribe moved along with her. The majority of them continued to keep themselves near the rear. However, Midori and her mentor found themselves closer to the middle of the pack. Lady Lucy seemed to keep herself occupied looking out ahead of them. She was accustomed to leading caravans into the unknown, not to be stuck mid way between them. Midori on the other hand was looking around her. At all of the people and different tribes. She would write home to the elders about what she saw here. A grand amalgamation of Saceans, each with their tribal colors that seemed to blanket the grasslands in a carpet of color. Each with amnesty towards their fellow tribesman. Here, there was no war between tribes, no blood feuds, or territory disputes. Here, there were only Saceans,no not just Saceans, these were humans, working together to aid their fellow man, united towards a common goal, and leader. Her writing would later reflect on the fact that they in this unison, seemed no different then the Eturian prophet and his followers. It would be a strange thought to reflect on. How this world of war of men had two sides of itself. Both sides fueled by fear, pride, and desires. How one side of this war would overwrite the history of the other one.
A sharp movement from the corner of her eye, snapped her out of her view of everyone. A man had fallen and twisted his ankle. He was helped up by another of his tribe. The injured man was within her line of sight. She pulled from her side holders her staff. Lady Lucy had been instructing her on long range healing. She started to focus. Her thoughts were slow at first. Hazy. She knew she wanted to heal the injured man. But, a simple thought like that would not carry itself the distance it needed. At least not yet. Not with her level of experience. She needed to be more specific. She wanted to heal this man’s ankle. She channeled her thoughts specifically on this man's injured leg. The glass orb atop her staff flickered with white light. It kept flickering, as if it were a candle when the wick ran low. Easy Midori don't lose it. You know where you want it to go. The light of the staff slowly increased in intensity. Midori gritted her teeth lightly. She had the spell. Now she just needed to pull it out and guide it towards the injured man. She steadied her breathing, the healing spell emerged from her staff as a string of little lights. Little lights that looked faintly like beads on a chain. They traveled through the air and approached the man’s injured ankle. The beaded lights encircled the injured ankle and gently dulled it's pain. The pulled muscle was retracted towards its proper place. And soon the man began to walk normally. He was probably unaware of the healers actions. Midori let out a tired breath of relief.
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Post by Mana on Jun 22, 2016 13:52:26 GMT -6
Mana was watching the great army as the coalition of Sacaen tribes marched across the plains. She was half-amused and half-scared. The reason for many tribes gathering like this was to battle the invader, which mean the grasses would once again be painted by the crimson color of blood. While the swordswoman wasn't a greenhorn who knew nothing about fighting and death, the fact that some of those men and women wouldn't return alive burdening her. The last, which also the only war, she had ever taken part in left quite impression for the young girl. She had never seen so much death and chaos before. The ultimate battle in the City of Heroes had left many deaths in the end which made the victory less sweet than the winning side might hope for.
Mana shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts. The girl knew it was the time when she needed to focus and defend her homeland. Once again, the plains which she called home was threatened. Although the plains itself wasn't always peaceful because constant fighting between local tribes, this time the invader didn't simply plan to expand their territory and hunting ground or settle a feud through fighting. Its threat couldn't be compared to skirmishes between Sacaen tribes as the endgame for those Etrurians was the decimation of The Sacaen forces and total conversion of the Sacaens' culture and religion into St. Elimine church. Something that could only be interpreted as erasing thousands years of the proud Sacaen's history.
Her wounds from her battle with the Arum monster had left Mana bedridden for weeks before the healer finally allowed her to move freely again. Had she was in her best when the call for gathering came, Mana would have been one of those brave warriors who joined the army since the beginning.
Her thin lips formed into a smirk as she recognized some familiar figures in the army. While the presence of her eternal idol, the Crimson Demon, was definitely turned her fangirl mode on, Mana was more amused by the the man with all-green look. He was someone she was acquainted with although they had only adventured together for a short time before they had gotten separated. "Well, I've heard rumors and news about him building some nice reputation and achievement in Bern but I would never have expected him to be the one one rallying those tribes. He looks different from the boy I used to know..." she thought, chuckling. Her black eyes stared at the green-haired warrior who marched in the front. Yes... Selibas had changed so much that she barely recognized him. It seemed she wasn't the only one who had grown.
Mana rode her horse into the path of the army as she patiently waited for them to come closer. It looked a bit amusing...how she casually stopped her horse in the front of the united army and waved her hand toward the Khan without realizing that their social standing were very different now. The man in front of her was now a leader of a tribe, and more than that...an army. But well, Mana wasn't bright enough to think that far. In her thought, she was simply greeting an old friend.
"Well, it has been a long time, isn't it? I doubt you still remember me but we had some adventure together in Lycia," she spoke with friendly tone as she approached Selibas.
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