Iarumas

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I have poked Dri. That is as much as I can do.

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Marren raised a brow. Surely he wasnt so tired as to be hallucinating, or maybe it was heatstroke? And if he was he thought he could conjure up a better image than a rambling but admittedly attractive woman. Still though, she was speaking as if she knew him and for a woman to say that to Marren it usually meant something not so good. A certain pale-skinned redhead came to mind.

“Oh...” Realisation hit him just as a curious looking black fox came close, the sparkling objects that he thought were jewels actually being its eyes. It took a moment for him to react, walking back warily.

“So'kein...” The pronunciation was butchered on his rough tongue, as most elven words tended to be “Werent you dead? What happened to you?”

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Oh shush twinkle...

I dont mind going back to a post order of sorts but for conversations and stuff where important plot moves at a slow pace, or a different thing is happening that doesn't necessarily involve everyone I find it's better to be more flexible in that regard. As long as we dont jump the gun we should be fine, right?

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“Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Lyne
Following a song...”

Marren sung the shanty into the lone darkness of the humid night. The air was thick and felt like breathing soup, the heat still ever present. He had not noticed it during their mad dash through the jungle but now, when death and danger was not breathing down his neck, he could start to feel something other than pants-wetting fear. Not that the sweltering heat, the thick and humid air or his injured arm were any good mind you, but it was better. For now.

“Mghh” Marren grumbled and rubbed his eyes as tiredness was beginning to set in. He did not know how long he had been walking for, singing songs and thinking of little things. Well, no. He was thinking about something. Namely, what that easily manipulated pirate guard had mentioned.

“The Corsair's 'aint doin' so well”

It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did, last he left the Corsairs were doing fairly well. With his mother and Prince Aro bankrolling the group they were a formidable force. Then again, that had been around a year ago or so and he had not read any letters for the past three months from his mother or anyone else. He simply had not had the chance to visit a drop location.

“Still, they should be fine” He said to assuage that ever lingering doubt in the back of his mind.

“How dare you!” Someone shouted out of nowhere. Marren did not jump, he didnt. He simply stumbled. Upwards.

“What in the bloody hells...” He recovered and made his way towards the noise, someone was talking but now it was muffled. As he got closer and closer, nearing the village square, he could hear clearer. It was a woman's voice that much he could tell.

Rounding a corner he saw her, or barely saw her. The moonlight wasnt exactly being generous tonight. He could see she had a thick bunch of hair, quite long and had a deep colour but it was difficult to make out what from this distance. Her clothing looked to be a mix between rags and some sort of travelling wear. On her shoulder were two bright twinkles, jewellery Marren assumed.

“Oi, hey. You there” He called out to her waving his hand “Who are you?”

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Driiiiiii....

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No idea what y'all talkin about

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Bam.

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Marren sighed, rolling over on his rather flat straw mattress. The heat and humidity was something he was not accustomed to, being from the southern continent, and it showed, he was sweating and uncomfortable even with his coat and shirt off. The fact that the house they were in was not built to accommodate this many people did not help despite the open windows. In fact, that maybe made trying to sleep worse due to the insects chirping in the most inconvenient of times.

Marren grumbled and rolled over again in a futile attempt to get comfortable. 'Shame the damn pervert didnt have a hammock. People should use those things more often'

Getting nowhere in trying to sleep Marren sat up and walked towards the one open window in the room, which he was supposed to be sharing with their new priest friend. The latter however seemed to have disappeared going by the empty bed. The corsair though didn't really much care, he had peace of mind whenever that man was not near him. Through the window on the second floor of the priest's home he could see a small part of the village and the jungle around it.

It was a relatively small place with what he estimated were around two or three hundred inhabitants. There was no tavern, for who would it serve? And elves generally weren't up for the style of drunken revelry the people Ari were accustomed to on a daily basis. There was also a small market and a smithy, along with what Marren assumed was the residence of the local big-wig. Aside from those the village was bare, not that he expected much.

Sighing Marren put on his shirt and boots, took his cutlass and left the room. 'A walk would be nice'. Downstairs was where the rest of the party were sleeping and Marren made sure to tip-toe quietly so as to not wake them. They had all had a rough past few days and sleep was very much in demand. Once he got down there he noticed Maria was nowhere to be seen but she had left her armour, though not her sword it seemed. Considering what he was up to he assumed Maria was doing the same.

'Or maybe nature called...' Was a flashing thought before he shook it away, replacing it with an image of her in a certain red dress. 'Stay silent about that? You ask too much of a pirate madam'.

He gently opened and closed the door, careful not to alert the elf in their company as he made his way outside. Out here the world seemed much louder but the air less stuffy, the light of the moon and stars barely enough to see in front of him but Marren managed. He walked in no particular direction, following the dirt road that ran through the village as he contemplated about nothing in particular.

Fantasy Nations 2: A New Age (Kadaeux's Trait System)

Odd question, but entertain me:

Do you consider history important? By which I mean what is it's relevance and importance to you as an individual, or do you think about history at all?

Fantasy Nations 2: A New Age (Kadaeux's Trait System)

Sheffield! I summon you!