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"Your part in our plan is simple. The plot to overthrow Kireal requires that he lose face in front of his people. Continue work on your road, at the pace you were going you should be near to the city. When he confronts you, simply refuse to leave. Do not start a fight, enough of the soldiers still support him that they would immediatly flock to his side and your workers would be slaughtered. If you leave, you also solidify his control by proving he is superior to you, and by extension to your race.

"However, if you firmly refuse to listen to his demands and reply calmly that you are here on official buisiness that has been brokered by Aveceleba, the other soldiers and the citizens will see that he is mearly exerting his power once again. If you mention trade they will likely turn against him, since trade is the lifeblood of our people. Do not fear, he is not going to order an attack unless the fight starts first. If he tries, the other soldiers would not follow that order." Grinning with a cunning grin, the soldier smiled and withdrew a slender scroll with an insigna on it. "and if things look badly, produce this and ask the nearest vulpin to read it for you. It will dispell all doubts in their hearts."

Standing up, the soldier saluted to Añutamun, placing his hand over his heart in a solomn manner. "Now, I must be leaving. My group will soon wonder where I am."

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Karaman laughed as the grass began to give way to a dirt path, leading around the large wooden keep and into the catacombs beneath the palace. "If it's embarassing then that's fine. Here look, the heart of every vulpi city: the market!"

Here, in the shade of the palace the lazy river town took on a totally different view. While on the surface of the city the vulpin's looked like calm, happy, cheerful folk who lazily went about their day performing their jobs. Down here, in the shade of the palace another scene was found.

Garish signs were everywhere, written in the naitive vulpin language. Many of them were accompanied by pictures. Here a weaver was selling emerald green bags, there a mason stood on his table, crying out to the crowd about the truely decadent cups his master crafted. Shouts and cries came from one corner, as a quarted of vulpinans were tossing a ball at a hoop, placing their money against the owner of the stand that they could sucessfully score five shots in a row.

Crafts of every description, dyes, food, and goods. The smell of pastries filled the air from one stand, while directly across from it a garnish red shop with it's windows filled with candies did brisk business. A stand full of cutlery stood in one corner, it's owner eyeing the nearby carpenter who had just finished placing a booth filled with buckets, chairs, and doors.

Vulpinans of every size, shape, and disposition thronged the area. Fat, thin, long, short, round, flat, and every possible description and action inbetween could be used to describe what Larika saw. In one corner of her eye she thought she saw a fight in the crowd, a bright flash of blood and a cheer arising from the crowd as both women were swept away. In another instance she spotted two vulpins deeply involved with one another on a bench, oblivious to the crowd around them as if it hardly existed. Happy vulpins, sad vulpins, angry vulpins, and embarressed vulpins. It seemed too many existed in this one place.

And though it all Larika drew some attention. Wherever she and caraman went at least some of the passerby would openly stare at her. More than a few of the merchants in the stalls called her out, offering her rare fruit, special discounts on straw hats for giant coyote's if they bought just one basket now, or even just waving at her.

Finally the dizzying journy stopped as Karaman reached her destination, pulling Larika into a more permanent clothier's building.

"Ugh, finally." Kara said as the cloying sound was silenced behind the thick door. "This is the headquarters of the weaver's guild." she explained quickly as she led Larika back behind the counter, waving off the suprised young girl at the counter. "We're here to see Lenn. Come on Larika, I'll introduce you to the head weaver, she owes me a favor for showing her where some silver barbs grow five days walk from here. I figure I'll call it in by having her get you a decent outfit. Do you prefer Pants and tunics, or Dresses?"

Now I'm not discounting humans as being a cause for many races to travel between the planes. However, they should not be assumed as the all-encompassing demon.

For one, we are gods playing a 'board game'. If there was a threght to all of our existances we would not be likely to playing a game, and the tone of the entire post should have been much darker and less party-like from the get-go.

Personally, I find it much more plausible that humans are simply a type of unit that happens to be very flexible and utalitarian(and thus used by tournament players of our game, making them enemies that we, as hobbiests, would all fear to see.) Let's leave out the danger to our immortal avatar's lives. My own god is sane enough not to allow things to get that far, and I trust that your gods are as well. As for our immortal 'selves', I have assumed we can all appear as we wish at any time. Youh appearing as a human is his own decision as possibly being an ascended human, much like Issha.

Either way, the owner of the board is not likely to allow anything too dangerous to happen to his companions. So far he has been trying to act very calm and cool, working not to get angry and smooth tempers (even that of Kanako and Swuako, who were actaully attacked by a spicy foodstuff by a very energentic and hyperactive god.). If things get out of hand, it's likely that he will pack up the entire thing rather than let it degenerate too far.

Ass a final note: Mass-recon = BAD greiger. Let armok fix his posts since they are much more recent, I prefer Youh as he is.))

Shifting his gaze onto the red kobold his smile grew wider and suddenly became very malicious, "Or, with your leave, I could give them my blessings."

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Kara frowned as the struggling Iten attempted to clambor onto the bed without sucess, his sharp claws leaving small holes in the fabric. With a sigh she reached down and grabbed him by the top of his trousers, pulling the child up onto her lap. "Please, don't think of me as being rude. But we have a saying around here in Aveceleba: 'If you don't want to talk about it, you probably should.' I can understand your reticience, but..." Kara trailed off slightly, noting the sadness in her companion's eyes. "Oh... I know. Come with me, I'll show you the marketplace. You feel well enough to walk right? We'll find you a tailor to get some fresh clothing comissioned and can watch the riverboats. Later tonight I can introduce you to a few friends of mine from Mutheithru and we can plan an expedition to find your people, we'll even take out a few River Spirits and have a small party, we'd have enough people."

Kara stood on her back handpaws, reaching forward to take Larika's hand while exclaiming, "Burn it! We might even be able to set up a proper trade route if the rest of them are like you. Come on, you look like you could use a little something to take your mind off of whatever it is that happened..."

Ignoring the Valten's objections, she proceeded to drag the surpised Valten out the door.

[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]

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Kara smiled as she sat on the bed, lifting Iten up after her and giving Larika a chance to eat on her own for the first time in months.

"That's quite the pretty name, the way it rolls off the tounge" Kara said as the Valten finished her meal, doing her best not to inturrupt too much while the much larger coyote ate. Where are you from, your people at any rate. We haven't seen your kind with any of our scouts and you made it virtually to the heart of our capital before we found you. Also, the doctor noticed that some of your wounds were from a cut with a weapon of some kind, something made out of iron, what made those?"

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As the sun set on the workcamp, the soldier Nierel quietly returned. Slipping in silently past the sentries and sleeping workers with the stealth of a cutpurse, patiently passing from hiding spot to hiding spot thoughout the camp and avoiding contact with all of the workers and soldiers who remained awake.

Unerringly he made his way to the tent of the overseer, slipping up to the opening noiselessly and waiting as he heard angry voices inside.

Minutes passed, and the voices went from angry to slightly cheery. The anger of the Mason's inside diverted by a comradie only shared by speaking with a person whom you share your work with. The moon rose and the shadows shifted with it's silvery light, until finally the visitor left the overseer's tent. Visibly staggering from exhaustion and intoxication. Besides him the overseer followed him long enough to see the poor worker out of the door.

With a smooth motion Kireal lifted a flap on the side of the tent and stepped inside. He smirked as he recived a startled jump from the large dracon when he turned around. "I must apologize for my unseemly appearance, as well as the actions of our lord. My name is Kireal, and I come with greetings from the people of Romilath. My superior said many good things about your people from your scout, and I am honored to meet you."

Scratching her head carefully, Kara repeted the maps she had been studying that had come down the river on the new trade route, struggling slightly to remember the names that her people had given the river "We're situated near the center of the, along the banks of the Lathmimale River, which continues onward to the ocean far to the north east of here, eventually bordering on the desert where our tentative allies and trade partners, the Dracon people, live."

"To the west of here along the Lathmimale  is Liliaceleba, founded in my absense by a group of brave souls led by Roam Beresino (Roam Longman), and to the east a small group has just left earlier this year to found an outpost at the mouth of the river. I can only assume, since you are in neither of those directions, that your people are either to the south of us, along the likely coast of the ocean, or to the north in the mountains that I spotted when travelling."

Finished, kara sat on the edge of the bed and looked Larika in the eyes uncomfortably, "I've been instructed to keep you tied for this interrogation, since the lords consider you an unknown creature and potentially dangerous. However, I dislike that idea." Restlessly her left hand went to her hip, fingering the cloth in a manner that suggested that the Vulpin was accustomed to some sort of knife there. The hand groped at nothing, before returning to it's place on her knee with a self-consions speed. "If I can get your word you will not try to escape or cause any trouble I would prefer to cu.. to untie your bindings and talk to you in a way that is more comfortable for us both. You see fiendly enough to trust at least that far, seeing as you havn't tried to attack me in spite of the ropes."