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51 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sun Jul 29, 2012 3:56 am

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Silvenya simply uttered "Woah" a rare, short response for the talkative kejeek. She laughed a long with the crowd, and glanced at Zuula with a smile. The newt girl jumped to her feet. She stretched, Thrusting her arms straight in the air, and arching her back. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her, spraying bit of dirt and pebbles everywhere, including onto Zuulas white leg fur.

The Entertained crowd began to disperse as their laughter died. Parents herded their kids away, as the children bangs sticks together, making loud crashing noises, reenacting the epic story they had just heard. Travelers attended to their animals, and carts, and baggage, as the caravans leader walked among everyone, helping out, and hurrying the slower ones pack up.

"That was a good story huh Zuuly? Who woulda thought that ships could fly. Have you ever seen a flying ship? have you ever seen any ship? have you ever been on a ship?" Silvenya chattered on as the two made their way the short distance back to Jug.

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52 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sun Aug 12, 2012 12:38 am

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Zuula smiled across to Silvenya. "Yeah that's pretty amazing," she said happy Silvenya wanted to talk about some part of the story that didn't involve violence. "I've never heard of a flying ship. I was on a ship once when I crossed from Zaladrin to Zaladria but that didn't fly."

The two girls made their back to where they'd left Jug. The camel was chewing on some hay along with several other animals. Zuula walked up to him prepared for what she knew was coming next. The camel slurped up a wad of whatever was in his mouth and let loose huge lougy. Zuula dodged to the right but Jug had anticipated this and spat at where the equillre was going to be, nailing her right in the face.

"Well aren't you just the smartest camel ever," she mumbled in a disgruntled voice.

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53 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sun Aug 12, 2012 10:09 pm

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Silvenya and Zuula tried to scramble their way up Jugs side, but once again required the assitance of Shuug, who happily lifted them onto their camels back. The caravan set out, Into the desert. The sand was the pitch black of tar, The sun beat down on their necks. Tiny bug buzzed around every ones head, and the heat sent contagious yawns spreading around the crowd.

They traveled through out the day, pausing frequently to eat, or water animals, or situate various supplies. Traveling was slow. They climbed and descended dune after dune, with little to break up the ocean of sand except for the occasional lone cactus, which shown bright green against the obsidian dust. A wide trail of foot prints was left in the caravans wake, marking their winding trail across the sand dunes. The days seemed to drag on forever. The burning sun taking longer with every day that passed to dip below the horizon.

As the sun dropped, so did the temperature. The travelers set up camp in a large circle. With men on the outside, and women and children in the center. Howls and screeches could be heard echoing through the night as unknown animals paid their respects to their favorite moons.

Breezes glide across the cooling desert, blowing the sand, and covering the caravans tracks. The winds made the cool night seem even chillier. Silvenya was grateful for the night weather, the water she continuously poured over herself evaporated slower. It was nearly impossible for the newt girl to keep the sand from sticking her her damp skin, and through much of the journey she squirmed uncomfortably.

The open space, with no shelter to hide from the howling and screeching beasts made Silvenya uncomfortable, and for the first night she did not sleep at all. She fidgeted in the sand, staring at millions of stars over head. Unable to keep herself quiet' she continuously muttered to Zuula. Quietly, so not to wake up traveling companions who were snoring around her, Silvenya described The shapes of the stars she learned growing up. She was surprised to find some of the stars she had never seen before, and started to make up her own shapes.

After the first night, Silvenya took to cuddling up to Zuula, feeling safe nestled against by the much larger woman. There she slept, though fitfully due to the ever present sand on her dehydrating skin.

For 8 nights, and 9 days they traveled. Stopping and going as the Caravan allowed them. Zuula would occasionally draw water deep from under the desert. It was a slow and arduous spell, that left the equillre exhausted every night. With the water, she filled her water skins, and Silvenya's, and as money others as she could manage before the drain of the spell was too much for her to maintain. Zuula had none of the problems sleeping that her friend did. As well as being exhausted from the spell, Zuula was immensely pleased that she could help so many people get a drink in the hot dry desert. She slept like a baby in the wide open night.

Finally, Early on the 9th morning, jug crested a particularly large black sand dune. Far in the distance, Silvenya and Zuula caught their first glimpse of the city of Cinnccritt. A magnificent castle with an enormous golden domed roof basked in the rays of the morning sunlight. By mid day, the entire City seemed to be glowing. The caravan took far fewer breaks on this day, hustling towards the city. Anxious to reach its destination. it was nearly dinner when the mass of people finally arrived at Cinnccritts gates. They poured through, Making their way to Stables, and artisans. To exchange gold for much needed services after a weeks travel in the dessert.

Within minutes, the entire caravan had disappeared into shops, or restaurants, and Zuula and Silvenya were left in the middle of the road, with no more company then the camel they road.

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54 Re: An arena in Orjak on Fri Sep 14, 2012 6:07 am

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Zuula let out a tired sigh, the travel through the desert had taken a lot out of the shaman and her little friend. Rations had been tight and even though she had been able to draw a nice supply of water from the ground it had tired her to her very soul. And as generous as she had been with the other caravan members she had never really sated her thirst this last week.

She directed Jug to the stable wanting to be rid of the animal for a bit. While she had gotten pretty good at riding the beast she still couldn't pull herself onto his back without Shuug's help. Also he still spat in her face every chance he got.

They rode up to the animal keeper a Bal'alkerii man dressed in a pair of light shorts and laying back with a reflective screen sunning himself. He didn't pay much attention to them just jerked his thumb to the stable gate. Zuula steared the camel in and scrambled off and out of the fence before he could spit on her.

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55 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sat Oct 13, 2012 2:06 am

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As the pair walked further into town, after Silvenya said her rambling goodbyes to jug who she had bonded with during the journey, they noticed a mass of people gathered around the towering obsidian obelisk in the center of town.

The crowd was made up of every race Silvenya had ever seen on her travels, and even a few she had only ever heard of. People were murmuring in hushed voices, they stood on tip toes craning their necks, all staring towards to Obelisk.

Silvenya and Zuula joined the edge of the still growing mob, that had taken over the sprawling gardens surrounding the towns black Monolith and was now spilling into the street. A Kejeek man, with massive frills jutting from his jaws, that Silvenya recognized from the caravan jabbed Zuula in the side with a scaled elbow.

"A'ully lucky day in't it? in't of'en 'eir Pope dies ah? In't of'en ya get ta be part o' 'eir 'estivals. 'nce in a life time ah?" He grinned up at Zuula as he spoke, his thick tongue sliding clumsily around his mouth as he spoke the common language. His voice was higher pitched then you would think just by looking at him, and rose even high in strange inflections at the end of his sentences. The mans attention turned back to the apparently dead pope the crowd was gawking at.

Silvenya had been staring at the man with her mouth slightly agape, then she turned to peer up at her friend. "Their Pope... died? Whats a... Pope? Why is it... lucky the he... died? I thought.. dying was a bad... thing. I certainly.. don't want.. to do it.. and whats.. a 'estival' ?.. And whats.. every.. body.. looking.. at?" Silvenya hopped up and down between every few words trying to get a better look.

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56 Re: An arena in Orjak on Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:52 am

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Zuula took in what was happening in the plaza with the eyes bestowed on her by the spirits. She saw the dead man, and the crowds of people but there was more than that. The rooftops of the town was filled with all manner of spiritual apparitions. Though these were not the animal spirits she had communicated with on the road. Those had mostly been bird spirits, swift desert hawks and circling vultures. She was a friend to all spirits of the wind and they came naturally to her. And of coarse she had glimpsed spirits of the earth and of fire. Dread scorpions who inspired fear in Zuula, and dessert foxes who watched her with intelligent eyes.

But this was a city, the habitat of the sentient species and the spirits reflected that. The streets were lined with ghosts and specters, silent watchers here to observe the passing of the pope. The man himself was not in attendance of his own corpse, however the roofs were lined by great angels with large white wings that shone like the sun. The whole plaza had a glow to it that was hurting the equillre's spectral eyes as if the sun was shining brighter.

Though she could see these apparitions she could not communicate with them as she was. Her gift was to see beyond the vale not to hear or speak with those who resided there. She would need other magic to do that but she wasn't sure how. She knew rituals that would allow her to speak with the animal spirits but only if they allowed it. These spirits were strangers to her and paid her eyes no heed.

"What are these festivals," she asked vaguely looking around at all the spectral beings about the plaza.

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57 Re: An arena in Orjak on Thu Dec 06, 2012 2:38 am

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"You don't know?" A voice floated down from above Zuula. An Aur'Alkerrii stood next to her, easily two feet taller then the equillre "You must have just arrived with the caravan.." The Alkeriis voice was not high pitched, or deep. Ze wore ambiguous robes, and there was no telling whether the Alkerii was a man or a woman. Ze had long flowing golden hair, and Smiled a sad smile down at Zuula.

"Our Pope Gralan Kurp , has passed away. This gathering.." The Alkerii gestured around with long arms stretched out to either side "Is his funeral, we shall stand vigil all night, and upon first light, The suns warmth will release his spirit.
Our new pope, Shiv Farafa will be ordained during tomorrows Mass." The Aur'Alkerii pointed to a Kejeek man standing near the dead Popes stone bed, weeping.




Large gatherings of people made Silvenya nervous, in her experience every time people gathered, something bad was about to happen, and the kejeek wanted no part in any trouble that might start. Silveya had stood next to Zuula quietly, until the Alkerii began talking about Gralan something or other. Silvenya quickly grew bored and wandered away from her friend. When they were walking into town Silvenya had caught glimpses of a river and she was eager to wash over a week of dust and sand and sweat off herself. She made her way back down the street and half scrambled, half fell down the river bank. a small group of women already up to their waists in the cool, running water, stared at the kejeek, They all laughed high girly laughs as Silvenya nearly went splashing into the water.

The newt girl fell flat on her belly, just inches from the edge of the river. She winced as the girls laughed, and he cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. He fat tongue shot out of her mouth, licking both her eyeballs anxiously. She stood up, not even bothering to waste time brushing the sand from the fall off herself.

Silvenya's fingers worked quickly, removing her harness, and pouches. She left her belonging in a pile on the river bank and jumped in. She swam around under the water so long the group of girls began to worry the tiny girl had drown. Eventually Silvenya broke the surface, her skin shinny, and a wide smile on her face.

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58 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Jan 09, 2013 7:43 pm

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"Ah," Zuula mumbled to herself not looking 'at' the woman but still taking in the rich spirit world around them. She looked back to the popes body, obviously the center of the spirits attention. It was strange for a spirit of the recently deceased to not be in attendance of their own body.

But if the pope needed to be released by the sun that might make sense she thought. "So that's why he isn't here," she said to herself out loud.

Zuula suddenly realized that she was talking to herself in front of this aur'alkerii like a lunatic and blushed. Her ultra light fur color failed to hide her blush as so many other equillres fur did. Her eyes snapped away from the spirits and she began seeing mostly the corporeal realm. She looked up at the person talking to her and smiled. "I'm sorry I was talking to myself," she stammered. "I got a bit overwhelmed by all this, I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Zuula." She bowed politely.

With her focus on the material plane the shaman noticed that her small newt friend was no longer beside her. She looked around the plaza for Silvenya but didn't see her anywhere. "Um, did you see where my friend went?" she asked the giant person besides her.

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59 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:21 am

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The Aur'Alkerii's attention had turned back to the center of the vast gathering. When Zuula was again addressing xir, xe looked down again. A tear was rolling down the Alkeriis cheek shamelessly. Xe shook xir head. "My apologies, I had not even noticed you brought one."

Silvenya laid on her back, floating with perfect buoyancy. She closed her eyes and let out the longest sigh she had sighed in quiet some time. She floated with the water for a few minutes, peaceful and happy, until her shoulder bumped into the shore. The sudden contact startled the anxious newt girl and she tried to jump away from the threat. Though being suspended in the river, she merely thrashed about, splashing water all over the group of bathing women. They all glared at her, save one in the back, who had avoided the splash. She giggled are her dripping companions.

The kejeek could hardly keep her breathing under control. She apologized profusely, rambling sorry after sorry as she backed away from the gaggle of girls. She wadded against the streaming water, up the river, to the spot she had dove in. Reaching onto the bank, she dug through a pouch until she found the scrap of cloth she always carried.

Silvenya stood in the shallow water near the bank scrubbing every inch of her squishy body so hard she was scared she might rub her spots out. But still she kept scrubbing, trying to wash off ever grain of sand that had hardened and stuck to her moist, sticky flesh over the last week spent traveling through the black desert.

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60 Re: An arena in Orjak on Fri May 03, 2013 8:36 am

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Zuula took one last look around the plaza before politely excusing herself from the aur'alkerii beside her. She strolled down the main boulevard seeing people in various stages of grief over the death of their pope. Here and there were also the members of the caravan who were enjoying a little relaxation after a week of hard travel in the desert.

Zuula quickly found the river, drawn as she was by the spirits of water. She saw Silvenya further down in the stream doing her own form of cleansing ritual, but she didn't go to her. As much as Zuula liked the tiny newt girl she had a higher calling to answer first. From her bag she brought out her totems placing one in the stream and the other on a rock.

The water swirled around the totem she had placed in the stream while around the rocks totem a whirlwind began to accumulate. From each of the pieces of carved wood rose a spirit Zuula new well, the outer spirit Jiliad from the water totem and the eagle spirit Tela from the wind totem. She bowed to each of them in turn before giving her greatest thanks to Jiliad. Without the help the outer spirit had provided in the desert Zuula didn't even know how she would have made it through the desert. The outer accepted her praise and a rather large offering of her spirit with gratitude. Tela received her praise and offering as well for the guidance he had given her.

She dismissed them reverently and put her totems securely into her pack. She trotted down the river to where Silvenya was bathing and after taking a good running start leapt in beside her. Her tremendous body produced an impressive splash which nearly swept the little newt away. Giggling she threw her arms around her friend hugging her close in the surging stream.

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61 Re: An arena in Orjak on Fri Jun 14, 2013 12:36 am

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The girls that were standing a ways up the stream in a close knit group gasped and shrieked shrill shrieks, as a wave of water droplets splashed over them. There giggling died immediately and they all turn to glare menacingly at Zuula. 


As Silvenya washed herself she could see Zuula sitting on the bank. The kejeek licked her right eye, anxious to greet her friend, but she also had the sense to tell the equillre was having a private moment. So Silvenya waited. As soon as Zuula finished her ritual and jumped into the river, she abandoned her scrubbing, tossing her rag onto the shore, and swam through the shallow water towards her friend. She hugged her around the neck as she came out of the water. "Zuuly! You found me! Where were you? Did you find anything out? Why are all those people gathered in the middle of town? What are they doing? Why are they here? What are we going to do while we're here? The water feels so nice. After the desert especially  I don't want to go back to the desert. Are you enjoying the water? It feels so nice. 

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62 Re: An arena in Orjak on Thu Oct 24, 2013 4:23 pm

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Zuula smiled through Silvenya's rapidly asked questions.  After a week in the desert she could now understand almost everything the little kejeek said.  

"These people are celebrating the death of their religious leader," she began in her slower calmer way of speaking.  "They will hold a vigil tonight for him and when the sun rises in the morning he will be committed to the flames.  After that they will have a new leader appointed.  The dessert is harsh and the caravan leaves in three days so it's important that we rest up and recuperate before that.  Perhaps we should join these peoples celebration for the night."

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63 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Dec 04, 2013 12:52 am

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The commotion from the street didn't seem to reach down the stream bank. Silvenya couldn't seem to muster any sadness for the towns pope. The water just felt too good, the kejeek smiled nearly eye, to eye.

She moved through the flowing water with incredible easy, the water beading on her slick skin. She swam up to Zuula and popped out of the water right in front of her.

"Cool maybe we can make more friends. What are we going to do with them Zuuly? Doesn't the water feel nice? It's so cool and refreshing. I'm hungry.. We should find something to eat when we get out of the water. But I don't want to get out yet. What do you want to do?"

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64 Re: An arena in Orjak on Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:30 am

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"Mmm," Zuula murred relaxing in the cool water. She had tried to be as supportive as she could to help Silvenya get through the dessert, since it had been much harder for her. But now that they were both immersed in life sustaining water all her cares melted away. "All I want to do right now is be in this wonderful stream with you."

The big equillre cupped her hands together catching the crystal water and raising it to her mouth for a deep drink. Smiling she gave her friend a playful splash, feeling strangely mischievous.

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65 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sat Aug 02, 2014 3:48 am

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Silvenya sunk, grinning, into the water until the surface was just below her eyes. She opened her mouth wide, gulping down several mouth fulls. She nearly moaned as the crisp water ran across her tongue. Her bulbous eyes darted side to side excitedly.

The newt dove down into the water, her tail momentarily breaking the surface and then disappearing beneath the gently flowing water once more. She swam across the river bed, wiggling her aqua-dynamic body through the currents. She gathered up water plants, pulling their roots from the wet soil easily. After a couple minutes she resurfaced.

She glanced around frantically, having lost her companion while she was submerged. Locking eyes with Zuula, she swam quickly towards her. She came to rest floating so close she was bumping into the equillre. Silvenya inspected the wet leaves she had pulled up and then with a smile munched down and a big group of them.. With her mouth too full to speak, she held a hand out to her friend, with a bundle of dripping, slimy, greenish-blue, wavy leaves, their thick short roots were still holding clods of dirt. Silvenya nodded enthusiastically, thrusting the foliage at Zuulas face.

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66 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:12 am

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Zuula smiled uncertainly taking the roots from her munching friend. She took a tepid bite into the plants and found them to be rather tasty, after that first bite she stuffed a larger wad of the plants into her mouth and chewed them slowly savoring the tangy tastes of the underwater salad.

She swallowed down the roots before taking a great big gulp from the stream. It was wonderful feeling to have all the water to drink and even a good meal. "Could you show me which plants these are, We could have a nice meal right here in the stream," she chirped happily.

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67 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:21 pm

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"The first nice meal in a week. It feels like forever. We walked for so long. The dessert was so long. The sun was so hot. You were amazing though. Pulling water from the sand. Just like magic. The sun was so hot. I couldn't get enough water. I'm so happy for this river right now. These leaves are really good. I wonder what we should do after. I just want to stay in the water forever. Do you like the leaves? Do you like the water? I'm so happy to be out of the desert."

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68 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Nov 26, 2014 4:41 am

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Zuula was munching away on some roots she heard loud stomping that shook the ground. Zuula looked around to see Funkfried the elephant trundle toward the stream. She put her arms up and waved to the big elephant, he spotted them and picked up the pace. With a running start he leapt into the stream causing a humungous splash that washed them away.

Zuula came back up spluttering and gasping for air. The friendly elephant picked Zuula up with his trunk and hoisted her into the air. He brought her close to her face and nuzzled her happily before dropping herb ack in the river and turningt o do the same to Silvenya.

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69 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:40 am

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Silvenya didn't see funkfreed coming. Floating on the surface of the water, she didn't feel the ground shaking. She swirled her tail around in the currents beneith her paying no attention why her friend was waving her arms about. Silvenya just smiled a Zuula. Or she would have if an enormous wave didn't send her lurching sideways. She rode the wave down the river, sloshing against the bank. The flood of water crashed down and washed across the sandy road that sound along the bank.

The newt girl shook her self after the jolt of her soft body being thrown against the sandy bank. But she dived right back, her eyes bulging in excotment when she saw the source of the tsunami.

Looking like a big gray boudler, the elephant sat in the middle of the stream, silvenya swam toward him watching Zuula be flung through the air with funkfreeds thick trunk wrapped around her waist.

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70 Re: An arena in Orjak on Thu Nov 27, 2014 10:46 pm

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Funkfried lifted Silvenya into the air like as if she was a doll and hugged her to his face before plopping her down in the river with a splash. While he showed her his affection Zuula dove down to the riverbed and pulled up handfuls of the river plants before coming back up to the surface.

"Hey Funkfried," she called to the friendly elephant. "Try some of these they're tasty."

He grabbed them in his trunk and stuck the bundle of greens into his mouth. His eyes popped open as he chewed on them and he immediately dipped his trunk into the river in search of more.

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71 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Feb 11, 2015 7:34 pm

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The two fast friend froliced in the river, splashing  and eating, and forgetting they had just spent a grueling week in the desert. And forgetting that a funeral mass was being held for an entire town just over the river bank. They smiled and laughed and breathed the moist air deeply. When they tired, they lay sprawled across the elephants island of a back as he laid on the river bed, munching on the same aquadic foliag e

They didn't notice the suns falling down from the sky to kiss the crisp edge of the obsidian dessert. A last sunbeam shone across the town, as the last sun met the horizon. The hot beam of sunlight struck the point of the onyx obelisk that stood erect in the center of town. The point exsploded with a burst of light drawing everyone's attention to the heavens.

The black pillar built to the sun god had a hallow channel that ran down its center. The sunlight caught in the obelisks grasp bounced down the collum sliding from perfect mirror to perfect mirror. Brighter and brighter each time it reflected.

The crowd waited in silent prayer, hands grasped with their neighbors, the entire town stood connected, their gaze slidding down the runes that encrusted the holy monument. Another blinding flash of light flooded the dusk. Though not a single person blinked or looked away, except for the two girls sitting in the quickly cooling creek.

The dead Pope who's body had laid on an alter all day in the blistering sun, festering, baking through the entire day, was at the heart of the flash. When the last sunbeam of the day finally faded a roaring fire was left in its wake. The Pope was surrounded in red and yellow and blue flames. Majestic robes quickly became ash.  His flesh sizzled and popped and the scent of burnt flesh filled the air.

The fire would burn all night. The familys would finish their prayed and return to their homes. Tucking themselves into bed for an early nights rest. Some parents would weep quietly, their children silently wondering why their parents were so sad for a man they didn't really know. Only when they were grown with children of their own, having watched the Pope whos coronation they would watch, fidgiting and impatient, tomorrow grow as their faith grew with him. They would attend his every mass for the decades to come, and they too would weep on the day their pope burned in middle of town.

The more devoted of the sun worshiping religious sect would follow their new pope into their chapel and sit in mass until the sun rose again. Rebirth. Life. Energy. Light. All things good happened during the day. They would brave the dark night in remembrance of a dead pope. And at mornings light they would praise their new Pope.

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72 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sat Feb 14, 2015 1:31 am

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Zuula glanced around in the twilight as the few people still left to leave the stream left as one.  She had noticed the flash of light from the center of town a few minutes earlier and guessed it was part of the towns ceremony.  

She was intrigued to see this new religion and its practices.  As a shaman she beieved in the harmony and interconectedness of all things in nature.  It was strange to see all the societies that esposed certain gods and goddesses over others.  She wondered why they didn't simply take the best of each divinity to strengthen them in life as she did with her spirits.

Silvenya was sitting beside her on Funkfreed's back relaxing.  Zuula leaned forward to the elephants ear to talk to him.  "Hey Funkfreed, can you take us to the city center.  I want to see whats going on by the church."

The big gray elephant gave a happy trumpet and stood up out of the stream.  He turned toward the town and started trundeling on with heavy footfalls.  Zuula pulled her newt friend into her lap and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.  "Lets see what all the commotions about.

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73 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sat Feb 14, 2015 4:43 am

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Between the dimming sky, the swooshing water, and the bone deep tiredness made infinitely worse  by swimming, the kejeek couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. She layed with her back arched over the elephants spin. Her black tail twitched to the side, brushing against zuulas white fur and coming to rest nestled against the equillres thigh.

She didn't notice the resonance of prayer shaking the air, she didn't notice the flares of the days last sun beam. she didn't even notice when an ugly water bettle flew over and landed on her nose. She did notice her comfy damp bed jostling about beneith her.

Silvenya jerked awake with a screetching yelp. Her eyes were even wider then usual as she looked around. She let out another startled squeek when she noticed funkfreed was trundeling away from the river bank, and her belongings and guns.

"Oh no where are we going? What happened? I thought we were in the river. I didn't fall asleep. My stuuuuff" Silvenya slinked out of her friends embrace and slid all the way down Funkfreeds leg. She hit the ground and crumpled with an 'ooof'.
"Wait up for me. Where are you going? I need to get my stuff. Hang on Zuuly. My stuff.... " she scurried off mumbling all the way. She lovingly scooped up her small pile of belongings in one arm arm and Zuulas satchel in the other. Running full speed while she cluched the bundles to her chest, she sprinted towards the elephant that was inching forward on the edge of the mass of people that was slowly dispearsing.

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74 Re: An arena in Orjak on Sat Feb 14, 2015 6:17 am

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Zuula looked after the kejeek girl as she ran back to the little stream. She had completely forgotten about their belonging and probably wouldn't have remembered them till the next day. She was glad Silvenya had remembered their bags, in her travels she had already lost three different satchels and had to rebuild her totems and work to buy new supplies every time.

As they got to the city center there was more and more of a crowd, till Funkfreed couldn't take another step without accidentally squishing devotees. Zuula slid down off the elephants massive back landing among flock. She patted the big guys head and gave him a kiss on his trunk as thanks for his company. He ambled off to find Shuug stepping carefully over peoples heads.

When Silvenya got back with their stuff she smiled down at her in embarrassment. "Thank you Sil. I'm not really good at keeping track of things."

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75 Re: An arena in Orjak on Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:54 am

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"I'm not very good at keeping track of things either" Silvenya reassured her friend, then added in a mutter "I'm not good at anything"

The shuffling crowd closed around them and there was no longer an easy route of escape, Many of the group held hands, or waists, making it all the more difficult to travel through the mass.  A Bal'Alkerii to the girls left, who had bright red flames blazing straight across his chest, illuminated the crowd around them as they poured into the temple of the sun, which by now had dipped below the edge of the world.

"Where are we going Zuuly? Where are all these people going? Whats in that huge building? I'm tired. we should find some where to sleep. are you tired? I am. I think we're going in this building Zuuly. Zuuly, are you going to be okay?"

Silvenya rambled at her usual pace as the crowed ambled at its forlorn one. Up chipping black steps, past a tall glass enclosure, full of the most exotic looking plants that Silvenya had ever seen. Plants that looked very dangerous, and plants that looked very beautiful, and plants that for some reason, Silvenya just knew she wanted to taste. The stairs were nearly as wide as the entire temple. Worn from thousands of years of devotees marching dutifully to Holy masses, dedicated to the Sun God.

The camp, exhausted newt shivered as a chilly breeze cut through the mourners. Finally they had reach the Temple that was, apparently, their destination. Two tall doors swung open to welcome every one that wished to enter. Inside the walls were covered in geometric stained glass patterns. Beautiful warm colors sparkled and glowed, shining as if the  highest brightest suns of the entire year where shinning through them.

Lines and lines of Pews were nearly filled up. Stretching far in both directions, Zuula and Silvenya got herded into the very last Row right next to the Hot Alkerii that lit their way here.

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