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Solo RP To Get Things Going
« on: September 09, 2013, 03:30:22 AM »
DISCLAIMER... Nothing posted is intended to be a cheap shot, or a slam against anyone. It is just background to set a mood. If any are offended, my apologies as such was and is not the intent. Overlook the typos. It has been some time and my fingers are not as nimble yet as they once were, though I think they may be improving some from opening post to finishing post, at least I hope so. So, my family, read, and go with the flow of the RP until we are once again reunited as a family to play off one another in the room.


Part One


(23:54:47 )
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: *Slowly rides the outskirts of the camp after having spent the day where Nexhias' pyre had been. Only the faintest of signs of it remain, though I see it all entirely too fresh and clear in my memory... so clearly my eyes seem to see it all as it was. Time and life have begun to take its toll on me. I know of no fix for what is happening. I must simply endure what takes place. Old wounds ache... of the flesh as well as heart and spirit. Oh how I long for my Ubara. Her scent, her touch, the sound of her voice.*


(00:04:25 )
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: *I have yet to bing myself to sleep in the furs of my wagon. The last time for this ws with Nexhis at my side. That chamber of my wagon is just as my Woman had left it. None may enter but me. Only the very light dust on the floor show any disturbance in the chamber from when I do enter nd remember. Her boots at the edge of the furs... her hairbrush in the small table with her mirror where she would braid her hair... a short of hers on the corner of the furs where she had placed it in passing... even the bota she last drank from hung on a wall peg is undisturbed. * 


(00:10:36 )
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: *As I continue to ride, in my mind's eye I see her. Woman and mount moving as one at full gallop across the plains... her smile, the wind on her face with her braid blowing behind her. The look in her eyes almost daring me to catch her if I can. This bring a sad chuckle from deep within me as I could catch her whenever I wished... but held my mount back more often than not as I could see and feel the joy it brought her.*


(00:24:46 )
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: *Taleena had angered me to the point of no return, but has become nothing more than the smallest of shrugs in my life. Karanis had brought to me all aspects of emotion... yet had left me only with pain... the kind that never entirely heals. Nexhias had brought me nothing but happiness. Each day when duty allowed us to be together, I wished that day would not come to an end. But alas they did. Now all days seem done before they even begin. I feel an emptiness within me that can not be filled. I know not if I will ever take unto me another Ubara. I fear all would be measured by me to Nexhias, and that is not fair to them. Each Woman is different. These differences are what makes them unique. The will only ever be one Nexhias. None can take her place. Any would have to make for themselves a place.*


(00:50:51 )
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: *Pauses, bbring my mount to a halt as I look out ross the grasses. I yearn for what was. When I seem my reflection in the present, I wonder where that young rash Warrior has gone. In my eyes I see no fire. They seem almost dead. I have always been a brooder, but it seems moreso now. In a camp of thousands I still feel alone. My girl has great responsibilities that I would entrust to no other. They keep her to busy for simple pleasures... so much so it is rare we get to spend time together. I can still laugh and be thankful for it, but I tire of being so alone. Perhps for a Warrior, there should be no more than duty. We live or die as we see our duty. Perhaps I have lived beyond life and now simply exist. I wonder if I should accept this and seek nothing more from life. Is it any wonder the chewing of kanda knots become the daily norm for old past Ubars. In the end they serve only one purpose... a figurehead to outsiders... a target as distractio or bait to draw the attentions to a younger thrivig Ubar as with Kamchak and his Father.*

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Re: Solo RP To Get Things Going
« Reply #1 on: September 09, 2013, 03:33:15 AM »
Part Two


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: *Shaking my head as if to clear such thoughts, I spur my mount to once again canter through the grasses surrounding my home. A quik glance to my side shows me Dawg is still there on watch with me. He has grown to maturity and I am well pleased at how he ha turned out. Dawg is a sleen of the plains and nowhere near the size of my forest sleen Kamchak, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in raw power, viciousness, and spirit. Unlik Kamchak, Dawg must be kept chained now unless I am right there. He obeys my commands instantly seeming without question or any hesitation. He has no use for the verbalizing of others... though he does at least seem to somewhat hear Nightstorm... no doubt from his earliest days before she gifted him to me.*

(01:42:32 )
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: *Clearing my head and focusing once again on matters at hand, I note the area patrol a bit behind in reaching this point on their patrol route. I can make them out not too far off by the light of the moons, and am satisfied they are close enough not to be concerned. It is good that they are not overly prompt as that would become too predictable entirely too quickly.*


(01:52:55 )
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: *I know I will hear about riding the plains without ASKARI escort when news of it reaches the main camp, but I am too old for sitters and not very concerned with the "what if" scenarious any longer in regards to my person. Whatever is meant to be will be. That is the way of things and nothing can alter that fact. I do find satisfaction in taking risks. Measured... the risk to the safety of an aging tired Ubar vs something not yet discovered is not much of a risk. There is only the possibility of gain.*

(02:16:00 )
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: *A change in the winds brings to me the scent of smoke and cooking meat. Curious, I spur my mount in the direction of which it comes. It is but moments before I rein my mount to a halt top a rise. Looking down into a small lowland area just below me, I watch two Men tending to matters of personal hygeine as their meal cooks over their fire. They are not Warriors, but Merchants by the look of things. Their tharlarian stand not far off, four total. Two mounts and two still packed with their goods and supplies. I remain still, watching them and wondering if they have come here by accident or possibly even lost. None keep watch while they tend to persoal matters. No sleen to guard over them... not even any weapons within reach. They are either very courageous or very stupid.*

(02:25:00 )
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: *I come to the conclussion they are very stupid. Releaing my lance to rest upon my quivas, wrapping the leather cord around the hon of my saddle and taking my hornbow in my left hand from it's case on the left side of my saddle by my bags, and using my right hand to draw two non-barbed arrows from the quiver hanging just in front of my right thigh, I almost chuckle at the matter at hand.*


(02:34:43 )
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: *Speaking only loud enough for Dawg to hear...* Down, stay. *Dawg immediatly lowers his body to the ground and holds his position. The rein of my mount is released to drape cross the saddle before me as I plce one arrow between my teeth and then knocking the other to my hornbow. My mount hisses and his flanks shudder with excitement held in check. We are as one and will be directed by spurs and the pressure of my knees and legs allowing my hands to be free. Spurring sharply my kaiila lunges forwards down the slope to the low area. Within a few strides he reaches full speed and we seem to fly over the ground rather than riding upon it.*


(02:45:15 )
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: *Bursting into the light of their fire, I lay back onto my mount becoming a lesser target more out of instinct than actual thought. Drawing back and loosing my first shaft to my left in passing to thud into the ground between the first Man's feet... sitting forward quickly and extending low to the left side of my mounts neck, the second arrow is taken in right hand from my teeth and knocked, drawn back, and loosed in a fluid effortless motion just under my mounts neck to thud into the ground between the feet of the second Man as I split the two with our assault. A somewhat awkward shooting position by the look of things, but not so difficult a feat for a Warrior of the wagon peoples.*


(02:56:17 )
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: *Using spurs and knees to guide, my mount's claws rip into the ground as we slide to an abrupt wheeling about halt. The two merchants stand frozen in place as I meet their gaze. I say nothing as I coax my mount to circle about the two, taking in their features... almost wishing they would demonstrate even more foolish stupidity. Placing my bow back into its case and unwrapping the leather strap from my saddle my right hand once again grips my lance. Extending my right arm to my right... spinning my lance around my hand causing the leather to form a loop around it for retention purposes... before drawing my arm back closer to my side so the lancetip comes to bear upon the merchants.*


(03:04:21 )
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: *Three quick sharp whistles come from my lips summoning Dawg to come, he bounds down the slope into the light.* Dawg... watch. *As I gesture with lancetop towards the merchants. Immediately Dawg moves within easy intimidating striking distance of the men. The fierceness in his eyes working with the flicking tongue and loud threating hiss keep the merchants frozen in position.*


(03:11:45 )
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: *knowing Dawg has the matter well in hand, I halt my mount. Dismounting to the left, I move to the fire. Looking at the cooking meat, I raise an eyebrow not quite certain of its origin nor really in no need to find out as it does not look nor smell very appetising. Walking to their beasts, quickly using my lancetip to slice free the tack from their mounts before smacking the flat of my lancetip on each of their haunches to send them racing into the plains.*


(03:23:05 )
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: *Approaching their pack animals quickly taking in the fullness and quantity of their loads, a few items catch my notice as possibly worth keeping. turning to once again face the merchants.* Dawg... secure. *Once again Dawg obeys and backs away from the men allowing them their space.* Leave and do not return. *The merchants barely begin to utter their discontent over being half naked, without mounts, and minus their goods when an irritated look from my eyes silences them.* Do not feel too badly. You leave with your lives. *Thrusting my lancetip into the cooking meat.... lifting it still spitted from the fire to flick it into the hands of the first man.* Never let it be said I m not totally without compassion. The two of you not only leave alive and uninjured, but absent empty hands and bellies as well. GO... before I change my mind. 


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: *The two offer no further resistance in word or deed as they too head quickly out upon the plains. As they fade into the distance I turn my attention to the clothing left behind. Using my lancetip and hook to move the items about, the sound of jingling pouched coin reaches my ears. Stepping closer I retrieve the two pouches with my left hand judging their weight before slipping them safely inside my jerkin. I think to myself this alone was worth the effort. The rest is bonus. Moving to where my two spent shafts still protrude from the ground, they too are retrieved and inspected by firelight before deciding they can be reused and returned to my quiver on my saddle. Moving to the fire, kicking it out so it would cause no threat to the grasses, before mounting once again from the left.*


(03:43:32 )
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: *Urging my mount to their pack tharlarian, I extend my right hand to grip their lead rope still retaing my lance as well. I ride back the way I came from* Dawg... *Summons my sleen back to his place to my right as I look skyward getting my bearings nd adjusting my heading towards home.*


(03:50:22 )
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: *I feel neither excitement or even the elation of victory in my venture. It is a sort of hollow emptiness. Something hat needed to be done not unlike washing the sleep from one's eyes upon awakening from a sleep. It was something to be done and once accomplished mant very little to me in the grand scheme of things. Moving ince again into patrol route areas, I see our patrols performing their duties according to orders.*

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Re: Solo RP To Get Things Going
« Reply #2 on: September 09, 2013, 03:36:03 AM »
Part Three


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: *Continuing onward, time passes as does the distance. I see the fires of home come into view. I am in no hurry. The nights and the days now seem long for me even though once past they have gone by all to quickly. I know I must find that fire that once burned within me. My love for family and friends has never faultered within me. I know this for certain. But is there nothing more than that? Why did I not feel the thrill of the venture as I once did? Why did I not spill their blood upon the Plains?*


(04:09:10 )
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[ Main Locations ]
in the main camp area
says to ALL
: *I move within the bounderies of camp, crossing the footlights and taking a oute that will lead me to the inner wagons. Most of Tuchuk sleeps with the exception of Guards performing their duties and the occassional slave following their Master or Mistress's biddings. A nod of acknowledgement is given, and returned in like manner from my True Raziel as I note him watching and moving through the shadows.*


(04:19:16 )
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[ Main Locations ]
mounted in the area of the main fire
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: *Halting my mount and taking pause to look about, I see the cookfires being tended as Women command the slaves making ready for the responsibilities of the days meals. I am not hungry nor do I feel I will be anytime soon. I see no slave around to add more dung to the main fire. It will not be the first time I have handled dung nor is it likely the last. Again... something that simply needs to be done.*


(04:30:40 )
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[ Main Locations ]
standing at the main fire
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: *Dismounting, I drop the lead to the pack animals and lead my mount to my wagin where he is chained. Removing my saddle still fully armed, it is carried up my steps to be placed upon my railing. Retracing my steps back to the ground, the saddle blanket is taken in hand and used for a quick seemingly unneccessary rubdown of my mount before being lifted and tossed to also adorn my railing. Looking to Dawg... walking to his cage and pausing...* Cage... *He enters and the door closed and locked secure where he curls up to rest. I unwrap the leather of my lance and placing it in its place upon my weapons rack in passing as I return to the main fire to look deep into the ember glow.*


(04:35:02 )
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[ Main Locations ]
standing at the main fire
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: *Taking a few steps to bend, gripping the bag of dung I return and squat down and begin adding to the glow. The fire slowly begins to spring back to life and the bottom corners of the dungsack are held, shaking the remainder of its contents into the flames before tosing the sack back to it's place to be seen to with the daily camp chores.*


(04:54:58 )
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[ Main Locations ]
standing at the main fire
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: *Removing the two pouches from my jerkin, I toss them to the Passing Watch Commader to be taken to the treasury for accounting. Stripping my jerkin my hand brushes the pouch worn around my neck to hang over my heart. It's contents hold no value to anyone else, bt to me it holds reminders of my past fortunes and is priceless. My jerkin is tossed upon my furs before spreading large hide out by the pack animals. Drwing the quiva from my right boot with my right hand, it moves to pass through the leather braided ropes securing the goods... gripping the oiled hide tarp and pulling, the loads land on the spread hide first one, and then the next before a bleary eyed thrall appears to lead the tharlarian to an empty pen should any free have need of them. If not claimed, they will likely be run off into the plains or used as food for our beasts.*


(05:30:18 )
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[ Main Locations ]
standing at the main fire
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: *Looking though the goods, using my quiva to pry open wooden boxes and free slats from crates... slicing open cord-bound sacks to spill their contents upon the hide. There is no item of great quantity, but rather a quite goodly variety of many goods from many various origins. Some bazi tea, blackwine from Thentis, bean chocolate from Cosian merchants, raisins from the Cosian Terraces, assorted knives and daggers, various settings of Turian cutlery, a few pairs of spurs, a couple whips and kurts, brushes, hand mirrors, funny looking medical instruments, suture sets, iron skillets, couple small cookpots, some unmarked Turian collars, sharpening stones, spices, several padlocks with keys, a hub bore, assorted fabric threads, a cask of nails, a few axe heads, silver bracelets from Turia, two gladius swords with scabbards, assorted buttons and toggles, some soap, a case of assorted perfume that is opened and looked over. Recognising two bottles of perfume Nexhias preferred... I remove them to keep myself. They will eventually be buried at her pyre location. Perhaps a foolish notion, but none around me will wear them. *


(05:41:53 )
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[ Main Locations ]
standing at the main fire
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: *Continuing to rummage, inspecting a smaller iron box before prying open the lock to look inside. More coinage. Seems this was their working capital. This too will go to the general treasury for accounting. s from money lenders and letters of payment owed on accounts... nothing of any value to us and are placed in the fire. A pouch which is opened and found to be holding a fine sareem diamond worth a small fortune which will also go to the treasury... assorted gems of some worth, which I will keep to add to prism's collection. Not that she ever spends them though, she just collects them calling them sparklies, and amusing herself with them when she finds the time.*


(05:50:56 )
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[ Main Locations ]
standing at the main fire
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: *there is more here than I have even inspected. I leave it all for others to claim and use as needed. My share of the spoils is small and less than the usual percentage awarded when such a raid is undertaken and is successful. I am in no need of anything. Nexhias will have her perfume and prism her sparklies. The camp treasury grows, and my family gets goods they may have use of. I have provided in a small way and done my duty for Tuchuk.*


(06:01:49 )
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[ Main Locations ]
sitting at the main fire
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: *Walking to my fur an adding the items to the box beside them, replacing my quiva in my boot before crossing my legs and sitting Tuchuk style. I reach back drawing the rear corners up over my shoulders to shield me from the morning dew. Looking into Endless Sky to gaze upon the brightest star, a single tears runs down my weathered scarred cheek before lowering my chin to chest to see if sleep will come or if I will just bide my time silently and still until needed again lost in the memories of the past.*