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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 17, 2005 10:44:07 GMT -5
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 17, 2005 10:58:22 GMT -5
Ssertzah lands hard on a solid wooden floor. The first thing she notices is her complete lack of equipment: weapons, armor, items. Everything but the most basic of her clothes is gone. Huddling to herself, she scans the room with her sharp eyes, trying to determine where she it. Finding herself to be alone, she is at once relieved.
Ssertzah is sitting in an armory. Hundreds of weapons of various types and configurations are neatly arranged on several dozen racks surrounding the room. Long, barbed halberds, serrated swords, multi-bladed daggers, wrought-iron bows, and far more exotic weapons sit amongst more ordinary ones. It seems that almost any weapon imaginable might be found in this one room; just hers for the taking.
A solid, wooden door stands closed at the far end of the wall to Ssertzah's left. Through it, she hears the loud noises of a some sort of large gathering; be it a restaurant, an auditorium, or something else, she cannot be certain.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 17, 2005 16:05:56 GMT -5
Whatever was going on on the other side of the door, she doubted it was something she was invited to. She checks the walls and floors, making sure they are all wood.
After she does that, the Yuan-Ti looks through the racks for a bow and a scimitar to replace those that she lost. Not picking them up yet, just taking note if she sees them.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 17, 2005 17:46:37 GMT -5
Ssertzah sees a dizzying array of bows mounted on the wall, grouped by size and material. A very robust looking yew bow with a spidersilk drawstring catches her eye. A matching quiver stocked with ashen arrows with brilliant yellow feathers lays just beneath it. Embroidered on the side of the quiver is a name: "Natsuko".
On the other side of the room, Ssertzah sees the collection of curved swords. Though, surprisingly, there doesn't seem to be a scimitar, there are a couple curved, wide-bladed broadswords that might work instead. The broadswords are all sheathed in dark, lacquered scabbards with ornate gold and silverwork. One of them, depicting a coiled snake with ruby-set eyes seems to stand apart from the rest. On closer inspection, Ssertzah notices that there are not just one, but two swords nestled in the same scabbard.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 17, 2005 19:43:10 GMT -5
Now knowing what she has access to, Seertzah goes up against the wall farthest away from the noise and people.
She feels to see if she senses cold or heat on the other side, and hear anything else. She then feels it to see if its hollow or if there is anything solid on the other side.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 17, 2005 22:24:43 GMT -5
Ssertzah presses her palm against the door and immediately feels a warm sensation, as if the other side was flanked by torches, or facing the open sun. Putting her ear against the door and giving it a very light knock, she guesses from the reverberations that there is nothing pushing directly against the other side.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 18, 2005 1:09:34 GMT -5
Opening just enough to see whats on the other side, she peeks, hoping not to get caught.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 21, 2005 17:46:47 GMT -5
Ssertzah pushes the door open by a crack and takes a quick peek outside. She sees a short, bald man dressed in heavy robes jabbering away in some foreign tongue with a tall, strapping boy in his late teens. The entire area seems to be enclosed in a small cloth tent of sorts, which is in itself situated at a busy intersection bustling with people. Ssertzah judges it to be a high-class marketplace of sorts, based on what she can see outside. The fact that such a large wooden cellar can exist within a cloth tent seems a bit mind boggling from this perspective, but might be better understood from outside.
The two men continue to jabber away, completely unaware of Ssertzah's presence, while the younger of the two goes to the tent's entrance and draws it shut, closing off some of the light and much of the sound. The older man, meanwhile, goes to the side of the tent opposite of Ssertzah to light a fat candle laying on a small, wooden table there.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 22, 2005 11:53:33 GMT -5
Knowing through her experiences from her life, she knew that it would probably be best if she tried to exit by way of the door with the two men. Not only was it more likely she could control the situation, but a human has always seemed to have much more sense when not in groups.
Before deciding how to actually go along with this, she tried to listen in on what they spoke about.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 22, 2005 13:26:48 GMT -5
Ssertzah can make out their voices clearly, and can detect an unhurried, calm demeanor, but cannot understand their language at all.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 26, 2005 15:32:00 GMT -5
Seeing little other choice that didn't end in bloodshed, she lowered her head, put her hands up and entered the room with the two men. She tried her best with her body language to give off the impression that she was defenseless and meaning no harm.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Jan 30, 2005 20:32:36 GMT -5
Both men turn towards her, surprised at the creature's appearance. The younger man's face turns to one of horror as his hand flies to his belt, drawing a curved, long knife from its leather sheath. He shakily extends his arm and begins to mutter incoherently, apparently trying to keep her at bay. The older man does not appear as perturbed. He makes his way over to the young man and places a palm upon his chest, interposing himself between the young man and Ssertzah. His eyes are filled with determination, though his demeanor is calm. He points with the first two fingers of his other hand towards Ssertzah, palm up and tense. He bends his knees slightly and tucks his chin close to his shoulder, appearing very defensive and almost rooted to the earth.
Yal ken goran? booms the older man in an unearthly voice.
Ssertzah begins to feel weak at the knees, as if this one man contained all the power of the multiverse and was focusing it intently towards her. Even though she doesn't recognize his words, she strangely understand them.
Who are you?
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 5, 2005 0:54:27 GMT -5
Keeping her head down, and trying to stay in a passive state, she says to him, Seertzah
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 5, 2005 9:36:28 GMT -5
The younger man continues to stand upright, his fear slowly melting away and being replaced by anger. His face begins to redden, but the old man's hand on his chest keeps him from charging forward. The older man purses his lips, eyes locked onto the yuan-ti. He holds his right hand up, palm towards Ssertzah, and pointing two fingers directly into the air. He whispers a few words to himself.
You are not known to us. Will you stay and receive our welcome or will you leave and receive the city's?
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 6, 2005 20:14:00 GMT -5
Looking at the young man who looks like he wants to decapitate her where she stands, she raises her head, points at him and comments. I know the look in his eyes well. I know I am not welcome here, nor will I be anywhere else most likely. I am used to such. All I ask is for a decent set of clothing. I mean no trouble. I did not come here of my free will...wherever here is. She then stops talking, and wonders if he understood a single word she said.
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