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Post by Remus on May 7, 2017 20:25:43 GMT -6
Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat
Softly the aimless pitter patter of fleshy feet smacked against hardened desert floor. A lone shadow dancing along the cracked rock surface as a small figure raced through the seemingly endless expanse. Soon the pitter patter became louder. More defined. Orange desert stone turned to grey shaded rock. A lone patch standing out among the orange and brown shaded sea. Around it a few rocks had been piled up in an almost meticulous nature. Where it was all piled up to small two foot tall arch like structures. With a soft thud a fairly rounded rock was placed onto one of four segments that all formed over a hole burrowed into unknown depths below.
A strange lizard patted the rock with hand and tail at two different places to cement it into location. Large eyes swiveled, darting about quickly as it gazed to the shelter it constructed. Every meticulous detail visible in that brief glance before it quickly moved away to examine from afar. As if to proclaim success it swiftly began to waddle on hind legs around the shelter in a few circles before arching into obscure directions. Finally, it's hard work complete! A moment after it finished this celebration however it noticed something in the distance. Was that....?
It was! A slightly larger stone! How much better it would look no doubt! Swiftly the lizard began to waddle across the orange sandstone floor to claim its new furnishing. Webbed hands flailing, dangling down at its sides while its mouth opened agape wide with excitement. The moment it approached the rock, it clapped its hands to either side. Clearly to prevent it from escaping, before closing its mouth and staring directly at the stone. After a few seconds, orange turned to ashen hue and it began to petrify the rock. Until in totality it was encased in magical stone like energy that converted it entirely to legitimate stone opposed to orange desert frailness. Just then it heard...
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"Don't worry Nayru. I will promise not to get lost, haha. Not sure anything could really separate us as long as we make an effort to stick together anyway!"
Remus nodded brightly, lapis hair still matted from the sweat profusely coating his skin with a nice glistening sheen jostling and sending a few droplets of sweat harmlessly downwards. Nayru made an excellent point. Boy, hadn't he been thinking that alot lately? Her implications that one of two sides had to be culled in totality for the other to truly exist and function was an excellent point. It also made the notion of waiting for another side to die out entirely sound almost akin to starving out a creature of sorts. Simply letting them waste away. Valid points none the less. He was about to reply to her prior point when a sudden sound caught his attention. A strange one, like a low pitched but soft growl/groan sound.
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The Basilisk was crouched behind its rock upon the approach of two great beasts. How terrible! Quaking steps. Thunderous battle cries roared from lips no doubt capable of spewing the hottest of molten magma! That there were two served only to worsen this situation! Wide reptilian jaw opened as if unhinging and it mewled in dismay before abruptly grabbing its large rock shaped prize and waddling away at maximum speed. Racing for its little den, and pattering quite a distance away. It hadn't even given a chance for them to be gazed upon as the larger numbers made retreat the more appealing option. Running upon hind legs it made for its small shelter, and the den within.
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Remus stopped. Pausing as all thought left him at the sight of such a strange creature. His tone conveying such bafflement.
"Er...Nayru...what was that?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 7, 2017 21:23:47 GMT -6
She wasn't sure whether she or Remus had noticed it first - Nayru had a tendency to keep her eyes moving, scanning for threats or events, but it wasn't like she was some kind of superhuman danger senser and she could only be looking at one thing at a time anyways. And, well, admittedly her alertness wasn't at an all time high right now, what with it being in the wake of her injuries and near concussion earlier, and hours of walking already behind them. But she DID see the stupid thing dammit and kept an eye on it.
It actually took the dragon a few moments to react to Remus's question, staring blankly at him before she remembered that oh yeah, he wasn't from Arcadia. The subject had just... never come up. "Oh, that little guy? Just a basilisk. Completely harmless." It was a little embarrassing to be honest, she'd just... never had to explain a basilisk before. The subject had LITERALLY never come up outside of Arcadia and, well, people a lot older and smarter than her taught EVERYONE about them before letting 'em outside the town gates. So it was just one of those things where it didn't come up and she had never even thought of the possibility of having to explain them to people.
"Seriously though," Nayru continued with an amused smile - she'd always thought the little buggers were adorable, "they wouldn't hurt a fly. Literally. They're herbivorous I think, definitely not meat eaters, and have approximately the combat potential of a blueberry muffin." 'Course now she had the mental image of a kung fu muffin screaming as it kicked people into the sun, so that didn't help, but such was life. "Uuuuunless you piss them off or scare them enough, then they petrify you. But otherwise, totally harmless. I think they're adorable personally. Like these little two-legged waddling geckos. Pitter-patter, arms swishing as they scamper across the sand."
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Post by Remus on May 8, 2017 17:17:58 GMT -6
Basilisks? Such a strange name. Sounded very desert-y though. The Etrurian priest chuckled softly. Gaze traversing the desert wastes as the dark hued lizard scampered across it. The faint sounds of its er....basilisk noise and padding feet growing fainter and fainter until he personally could hear it no longer. A single note stuck to him though. Petrify? Now petrification. That was something he was barely aware of. Vaguely understanding it in concept alone virtually. The priests confused expression becoming far more pronounced as he cast his quizzical gaze towards Nayru. Fingers quietly clasping his staff a bit tighter before he spoke up though. The faintest of shivers traversing his spine as he imagined the sensation of rock slowly encasing his entire figure. The suffocating closeness and lack of ability to prevent it. Then again that..probably wasn't what turning into rock felt like.
"So...petrification..how does that work? I've er...heard of it maybe five times ever. Not quite sure exactly how to gauge it I suppose? Is it..instant..can it erm...be cured?"
Once again he was going to utilize the resources available to him from the archives of the Grand Nayru Library. Truly this world was a wondrous place if he was just now seeing things he'd never heard of or seen. Perhaps Basilisks were just elusive in general? Admittedly he'd have confused it for a larger than average lizard had Nayru not informed him, and the way it ran away made it seem like it was a very skittish creature. So based on what Nayru said he could formulate they weren't hyper aggressive. Probably the type to avoid civilized centers as well.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 8, 2017 22:41:26 GMT -6
Sure thing, Remus. Ask the dragon how magic worked. That was an easy question, no problem at all, after all she knew everything about every kind of magic. Maybe she should ask him about exactly how dark magic mind control stuff worked, he was a mage right? Basically the same thing. of course Nayru wasn't ACTUALLY mad about it, but she had definitely learned over the last few years in particular that she had a looooooooot to learn about magic other than her own. "Well uhh..." Actually she wasn't even sure how to work the basics on that one. "It's kinda like... I dunno. Everything gets heavier?" Oh yeah, that was super deep and accurate and descriptive. 'Heavier.' Christ, Nayru. She lifted her right hand upward in front of her a bit, opening and closing the fist thoughtfully. "I don't know exactly how it works, it's some kind of magic that just, uh, gradually turns you to stone. I think it's some kinda self defense mechanism, basilisks are pretty cowardly and really don't go around looking for fights."
Least as far as she knew, but hey, basilisks were just like... spiders... yeah ok that simile had gone to hell in a handbasket, woven from spider silk, full of actual spiders. "It wears off pretty quick if you get away or they run away, they usually do, but if things get bad enough and the petrification finishes..." Half smiling, she drew one finger across her throat, not really needing to finish that thought. "You'd have to be real fuckin' stupid to get there though, like, attacking one or something. Just leave them alone and they leave you alone. Applies to most of the desert honestly."
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Post by Remus on May 8, 2017 23:00:47 GMT -6
The priest looked quietly into the distance. Speaking after a few moments while he chuckled.
"I like it. They don't go out of their way to pick a fight, but have a very very effective way to prevent it. If it's slow it means the things that didn't realize what they were getting into can get away safely. A proper defense mechanism. Just focuses on that. That and..I have to agree they...did look kind of amusingly harmless. Especially the er...running just now. Though...I wouldn't want to be turned into stone. That...does sound fairly horrible. I don't think I'd be quite that good looking of a statue haha~"
The priest quietly chuckled once more, simply imagining a small colony now of the odd lizards building a little colony out of rocks. A human sized statue of the lizard's likeness in the center. Perhaps a deity of sorts? What kind of god would..a basilisk worship? A lizardy basilisk god? The Etrurian priest pondered the gods of beasts for a moment longer before speaking his next segments of thoughts aloud. If only because it was starting to make sense why Nayru was such a survivalist. If this was the place she'd grown up in and the place she'd had to navigate for a time. e "It really is amazing though. To see life managing in such a way. This place which seems so absolutely barren and desolate manages to support a plethora of oddities. From giant murder beasts, er..scorpions? To Basilisks. It's no wonder that you would want to great lengths to avoid being lost in this place. The heat. Lack of water. It's as if the creatures here are better suited to survive. Though..I'm sure that's actually the case haha."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 9, 2017 13:10:37 GMT -6
"Only thing I don't get is like..." She trailed off for a moment, trying to put the words together in the right order. "That's some pretty powerful magic for such a little bugger, right? I don't think there's anything else in Elibe, past or present, that can petrify stuff. Definitely not earth mages, even in legends there isn't much, maybe medusas, but there's so little information on them that it could just be a rumor, and far as I can tell they don't exist now anyways. So how the hell does some little dipshit upright gecko have it?" Ok, so maybe that was racist, or speciesist, or sizeist, she didn't think they would actually get offended either way. But like... a dragon, yeah, you expected it to have some gnarly magic. Human mage, least the ones with the big fancy robes like Athos and Remus, sure, magic. But some upright rat? Just didn't make sense they generated that much magic. That was like having a kid be the strongest man alive, or an uneducated peasant being the book reading champion of Elibe.
That said, better basilisks have that power than, say, something actually dangerous, that liked killing people. Yeaaa that would be bad.
"Well, life finds a way." The dragon chuckled at Remus's wording as well as a bit at her own joke. "Yeah, desert critters tend to be a lot better adapted to desert life than us upright walking folks. Arcadia probably wouldn't be here if not for..." you know, that whole minor Scouring thing, when every single dragon who didn't move to Arcadia or hide REALLY WELL got f**k**g slaughtered for the crime of being born a dragon. Well that got dark fast. Time to try to fix that. "-But where there's life, there's hope. And also poisonous creatures. Best to admire their resilience from afar usually, everything in the desert is just trying to survive not actively hurt other stuff."
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Post by Remus on May 9, 2017 22:50:23 GMT -6
No matter how he combed his mind to try and find some semblance of thought for an answer to her question, he came up dry. Just blatantly unable to find the answer to her question. Then again, he had a feeling she wasn't iterating it with the sake of getting an answer but was merely voicing aloud that which had perplexed her for an unknown passage of time. Since he assumed she wasn't expecting an answer he'd merely give a content yet uncertain smile and a tilt of his head. Though her statements upon life's proclivity for finding a method made him realize that it was likely the same case with the gigantic monstrously large murder scorpions. There was a good chance that it was a case of initially, territory or food. The later incident concerning the larger ones would've reasonably been likely something of defending their own kin or simply flat out their territory as well.
The priest wiped his brow in an attempt to briefly cleanse himself of the slowly trickling droplets that seemed relentless to get him a minute respite from the veil obscuring his gaze that was the small beads traversing his skin before obscuring his vision. He'd quietly chuckle while nodding to emphasize understanding. It seemed a common theme in Nabata. Things just trying to survive, but also things best left alone. He wondered...if that transferred to the people as well? Some had seemed more hospitable. Others, not quite the case. Which wasn't to say that he'd interacted often enough to draw an informed conclusion on the social practices of Nabatans. At this point he wasn't sure he wanted to.
"That seems like a fair enough policy. Most likely safe too. It makes me wonder what else is out there, hidden beneath stands. "
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 16, 2017 1:15:55 GMT -6
"Better question, what isn't?" Nayru chuckled, a dry laugh that was by no means sarcastic but definitely not a genuine belly laugh either. It was just the truth, really. "Nabata is the tomb of a thousand empires and a million lives, all preserved eternally beneath the sand. I've seen things I don't understand, can't explain... it was what got me started on the whole spelunking thing in general really. The discovered ruins near Arcadia were all pretty safe, but to us kids they were like some f**k**g Indiana Jones bullshit. We saw danger in every corner. Thought everything we found was undiscovered and valuable." That reference mighta been a little out there. "Uh, Indy J was some old explorer from myth. Not really important, just - man that reference doesn't make a lot of sense without context does it?"
Yeaaaaaah. Nailed it. "Seriously though. You could spend a lifetime on and under the sands and never learn a tenth of what's there. I've probably spent close to two centuries total around here and still have no idea what the actual depth in this place is. It's unreal just how many lives are preserved to some degree down there. People, kings, dynasties, maybe even empires. Arcadia's cool and all, but to me that's the treasure of the desert is all around. ...Except for this place. This is just sand." And there was sand, and that over there was sand, and EVERYTHING was god damn f**k**g sand sometimes she really hated this place. Just mostly flattened, with at most tiny irregular dunes, as far as the eye could see. Any semblance of a real landmark was long since gone, as was any sight of pleasure or joy.
"Yeah I think there mighta been a reason why I left. Can only stand this view for so long before a girl snaps. It is weird to say that about your home? I dunno. I don't really remember being born here. A few glimpses of when Erim found me, I guess. Other than that, nothing until I was already in Arcadia. Wonder if I'd have more of an attachment if it felt more like home."
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Post by Remus on May 24, 2017 18:22:52 GMT -6
The Tomb of a thousand empires and million lives.
That was a very...vivid image of just how vast Nabata's expanse was. He couldn't help but imagine just how vast. The sheer number of civilizations which lay dormant. How deep was the desert? Had it once been...far less sand? Perhaps a large interval of ruins burred beneath were filled now with sand that they once stood upon? It brought him to another question. One Nayru would no doubt be far more comfortable answering. Tilting his head and gazing curiously towards Nayru the sweaty-now recovering Etrurian priest brightened up a bit. He was a bit more eager to converse and distract himself from the absolutely horrid climate.
"So, how many ruins have you seen in Nabata? If it's been a lot could you say their from different civilizations? The way you paint it, I picture countless civilizations having risen, fallen and been buried. If that makes sense? Either way, I can't help but wonder what Nabata a thousand years ago was like. Or five hundred years. How many small buildings or small towns were just gone in drifts of sand. If...that's actually how it works."
He did wonder about her departure from Nabata. Nayru's description of Arcadia made it seem like a wonderful place, but he couldn't comprehend her perception of time either. Her life-span. As much as she'd indicated in parting statements it was obvious she was far older than he, and especially for one of her physical likeness. Remus quietly clasped hands around Thyrus and looked now ahead to the endless wastes of desert.
"Well...I'm definitely glad you did leave. If only because I'm happy to have met you haha if nothing else! I er..know that sounds a bit selfish."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 27, 2017 17:36:14 GMT -6
"Oh yeah." It took a grand total of about zero seconds for Nayru to parse and launch an opening response to Remus's question. She WAS, technically, probably... one of the most prolific archaeologists on Elibe after all. Maybe THE most. Not the best necessarily, but her myriad advantages - eternal life, super strength, durability, natural desert knowledge - did give a bit of a boost in that regard. "I dunno about a literal thousand empires, but I've found traces of numerous cultures and likely countries. This place has a LOT more history than people elsewhere in Elibe realize. Hell, more than most people in Nabata realize. I don't know if even a tenth of the legends are actually true, about grand empires and advanced civilizations, but I'm pretty sure some are and there are plenty more smaller scale ones to boot."
"Larger cities and empires generally don't, like, sink into the sand randomly, but villages and towns sometimes get consumed whole by sandstorms, and I believe this place used to be a magical hotspot... I don't know how long ago, before the Scouring at least, but enough that I think there might be a bit of truth to some of the legends of magical cataclysms and cities being consumed by darkness. Lotta stories ended here, Remus. A lot of people. You start thinking about just how many people are buried here, a tomb that spans a few thousand miles... it starts pressing down real hard."
Man... she didn't like thinking about that stuff much. It sure made for a ell of a reminder about how inconsequential an individual like her was compared to all that history, though. Though Remus's last comment did bring a bit more joy to her heart, or at least a bit better of a mood if nothing else. "Hah. Well, it's been a hell of a ride... and I've changed a lot over the years. I am glad that we met as well though, Remus. If I hadn't left, I wouldn't have done wrong, but I also wouldn't have had the opportunity to make up for it, or meet a lot of good people. Mostly adventurers of late, people like you and Veigue, but a hell of a lot of bakers, farmers, and dancers along the way as well."
Despite the good note of her commentary, Nayru slowed down a little as she dimly sensed... something, though she couldn't tell what. And she sure as hell didn't see something amidst the mostly flat sand around them, minor dunes at worst.
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Post by Remus on May 30, 2017 23:13:48 GMT -6
How advanced were these civilizations? What were they like? He knew there was no way to move through time and space to observe them in relevance or their most active periods. The priest always admired that about Nayru's life though. She'd told him of many many horrible things that, in her eyes, she had done. However he also knew she'd seen wonderful things. Amazing spectacular wonders that few people would ever live to see or experience for themselves. Though she did add a somber, almost morbid touch to it by mentioning just how many souls had been lost to the great endless maw of the desert. The lapis haired priest quietly lifted a hand to rub the back of his sweat laden neck, skin glistening with a glint of sheen from the fine layer of liquid covering his body. He was fairly unhappy with the environmental condition, but the destination would no doubt be worth what felt like months of walking.
He didn't let that reality sour his tone though as the priest nodded with a wide smile, affirming Nayru's words.
"I'm just really happy we got to meet! Though I am glad I left home as well. The people I've met. Places I've seen. Things I've been able to do! I don't think I'd have grown so capable if I'd been hidden away at some church back home. Though, I do worry that I'll be needed somewhere and just...never know. Someone I could've healed or saved..or-"
The way she slowed down drew his immediate attention. Remus shifted a bit and tilted his head quizzically looking up to his draconic comrade, worry staining his puzzled expression.
"Is everything okay Nayru?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 1, 2017 3:22:05 GMT -6
Nayru chuckled, repressing the urge to pat Remus on the head in his excitement. The priest's enthusiasm was infectious and she could hardly argue with his glee, but there was still a bit of reservation on her end despite the simple honesty of what she had admitted to him. Her past actions still weighed heavily on her and likely always would, but as Remus himself had driven home that night in the forests of Vinland, she had managed... some good as well, mostly recently, that might not actually make up for it but at least pointed her in a useful direction. After all, while she could not bring back the dead, she could at least focus her efforts on protecting the living. Aiding them in living another day. Not exactly a foolproof repentance but something she could do to make up for what she had been responsible for in the past.
Though what had given her pause was not visible, it seemed Remus had noticed it too, or perhaps just noticed her pause, hard to tell. "I'm not sure... but something's up." Her voice was carefully calm and level, not trying to alarm Remus by any means in case it was just a false alarm, but there was something at the periphery of her senses that seemed... off. The problem, of course, was that Nayru actually did NOT have the magic bullshit senses of some of her kin so there was no laser vision of super smell or flawless hearing that one might hope for, just a general bullshit sense and a minor degree of sensing magic... neither of which were especially useful here.
Well, that was until a sand dune stood up and started looking at her anyways. That was pretty unusual for a terrain featur-RIGHT because it was a guy not a sand dune obviously she knew that. Particles of sand still sliding off the cloth that had covered him, the swarthy man stood a good twenty feet away, appraising the duo, alone and unarmed yet supremely confident in his unhurriedness, though he broke his silence fairly quickly to speak in a deep voice. "You have your wits about you, outlander, but you are a long ways from your cities, and trespassing on Alin land. I suggest you leave. Now."
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Post by Remus on Jun 2, 2017 18:54:46 GMT -6
Pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat
Tiny finned feet flapped about the sand audibly. Small tufts of sand swishing and swooshing about as the brave enterprising lizard like beast skittered along Nabatan waste. It's prize clutched so tightly. However, it was a-lot of work finding such a nice rock! After all. There was the looking. That took the most effort! Then the...lifting? It didn't have strong arms. Seriously, it wasn't a Minotaur. They got all the fun. It was just a diligent little basilisk trying to etch out his living one rock at a time. Like any other joe basilisk. However, it dropped its rock upon noticing something in the sand. It was...
A slightly larger rock!
What could it do? How could it possibly handle this? It already had its rock! They had traveled together for minutes! How could it possible abandon it. And yet...
It was a really nice rock...
The small lizard let out a sudden growling lizard-y noise and started running around both rocks in a circle. Seemingly tirelessly. Such panic! Many..many feet away and in a far more serious crisis however...
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So...people lived in sand? Under stand? He didn't quite understand it. However this man had been submerged beneath sand and had instantly burst from the pile like a...man beneath... sand? Honestly this was a new situation so he didn't even pretend to worry about an analogy that fit. The male priest clasped his hands tightly together in shock none the less with his fingers coiling around his staff. Tilting his head, the lapis haired priest gazed towards this man curiously. Trying to understand what he was precisely. A native of this land no doubt to be so comfortable. Or someone who had adapted very well. The young Etrurian wanted to speak. Was that wise though? Should he leave the talking to Nayru?
He felt the heat suddenly. That was to say, noticed it far more than he had prior. Slowly Remus tried to square his shoulders. Inhaling deeply, despite the arid air scorching his lungs and searing his throat, or so it felt. That did not stop his tone from sounding about as Remus-y as possible.
"I...confess myself confused. Alin land? Er...this desert..? How..do you know where it begins or ends? That seems...terribly confusing."
Right so. He was great for getting on with people but that didn't keep him from reprimanding himself briefly, internally, as he looked to the man from Nayru's side. He'd likely be thought of as some nosy individual, especially if they were using the word "Outlander". It just sounded mean.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 4, 2017 21:44:04 GMT -6
It had taken a moment to make the connection considering that she didn't personally have much in the wise of experience of them. And by "much" she meant "at all." But the word Alin did have meaning that she knew, recognized, and... most of it wasn't that good. At all. She spoke quietly to Remus to explain a little. "The Alin are dwellers of the deep desert, a territorial people who shun civilization." They weren't superhuman or anything, least as far as she knew, just a bunch of crazy cultists who would leave you alone if you left them alone - the problem was that apparently she and Remus had, uh, done the exact opposite of that, and these people didn't exactly take kindly to folks who did that. As in 'kill them, drain their life's water, and leave the corpse as an offering to the desert' kind of kindly. Would you kindly, so on and so forth.
And they always traveled in groups.
Trying not to be too conspicuous in scanning the area around her without moving her head, she saw... possible dunes, possible hidden dunesmen, but not a lot useful. Nayru sighed. She certainly hadn't expected THIS development to happen. "I would ask you and what army, but they're already here, right?"
The man nodded, and all around them myriad featureless dunes exploded into people as well, a good thirty or so people spread loosely around her and Remus in a less than ideal formation for the purposes of escape, or fighting, or uh, anything that didn't involve dying. Wonderful. Nayru wasn't afraid of a little brawling, but she wasn't sure she could actually protect Remus throughout this, and she wasn't in her best shape ever right now even if she could. Functional enough to figure, sure, but it would be harder on her. So rather than going for another stupid joke she went for the diplomatic approach. "Look, we aren't looking for trouble-" "And yet you have found it." Right. Strike one. We just want to pass through here."
Now it was his turn to look bemused and questioning. "An interesting claim. And what are you searching for?" Not the time for subtlety and intrigue. Nayru didn't know enough about these people to really have an answer how to act, only the knowledge that they were playing for keeps and she did not want to lose this bet. "Arcadia." "Merely a myth." "Not a myth." Grinning Nayru brought a medallion up, the faded gold glimmering in the light, and something flashed across the man's face. She... wasn't sure exactly what, but it sure seemed like he recognized it to some degree.
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Post by Remus on Jun 5, 2017 13:09:08 GMT -6
So. Hidden desert murder sand people? Why did he feel like sand-people in general was a scary prospect? Perhaps it was just a notion. However he'd seen to nothing but terrors in the desert thus far. Murderous fiends, a horribly terrible atmosphere and an environment that just didn't seem hospitable. So for an entire culture to live there, and not only thrive? It was a very intimidating prospect for the squishy Etrurian priest, who was accustomed to pleasant interactions and exchanges in a moderate atmosphere. He couldn't even begin to imagine how they were a people that could- okay so a bunch of them had just leapt out of the sand. That was...legitimately intimidating.
Riiiight. Even with our adventures in the past, I don't think I've ever had to worry about hidden murder men.
So clearly, Remus was not able to contribute much to this interaction and exchange of conversation. If purely because well, these guys seemed to mean serious business. At this point, he had a horrible feeling sinking in about how this was going. The priest clutched his staff a little harder. He wasn't going pale per say, but that was only because the desert heat kept him flush. Leaning forward, he tried bolster himself. After all he and Nayru had endured together he had to be made of tougher stuff than that. They'd stood side by side how many times? He couldn't get nervous and worried now!
The priest shook his head, trying to free himself of his doubts. Sweat droplets trickling down from either side of his head and lapis hair switched between messily clinging to his temple and forehead, or flailing about when he shook his head. He tried to square his shoulders some before wrestling with his thoughts. He wanted to speak. TO say something. Anything but he was now afraid that he'd jeopardize any attempts Nayru made to prevent the group of hostile murder sand-people from jumping them. So he'd stand firm. He'd ensure he was ready if she needed support he was ready!
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