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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Gates of Tardore Prologue: Chance Meetings

« on: February 14, 2017, 07:12:11 am »

"Ssistyl and Ordartas? Unfamiliar names, but then, it's rare for one of my people to stray from our homeland."
Branwen returns the bow respectfully. Princes were rare in her world; from what she'd been told by other elders, they were roughly equivalent to tribal chiefs or shamans like herself. Still, she bowed because it was respectful, and her father had taught her to be.

Also equally respectful was to introduce oneself with an equal manner to the one who introduced themselves first.
"It is an honor to meet you. It would be rude of me not to introduce myself then."
A pause.
"I am Branwen ap Pwyll, Raven of the Donnar De, daughter of Pwyll ap Lleu, the Boar, and Seer of the World's Tides."
She hoped it wasn't too long, her introduction. That was how it was done back home. She did feel that assuming her customs would apply here would not end well, but then again, that was what learning was for.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Gates of Tardore Prologue: Chance Meetings

« on: February 14, 2017, 06:39:37 am »

"Unfamiliar with humans? So you don't live here?"

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Gates of Tardore Prologue: Chance Meetings

« on: February 14, 2017, 04:50:12 am »

Branwen calmly listens in to the conversations as stealthily as she can. Well, as stealthily as a woman as tall as any man from the Hub or Anstante dressed in the (necessarily revealing) clothes of her people could, anyway. Especially one with a staff and an axe strapped to her back.

Thank the gods Cliona was strapped somewhere safe and nearby, or Branwen would almost certainly be noticeable. If she wasn't already.

She decides to approach the birdman and the armored woman. They didn't seem too absorbed in conversation and seemed knowledgeable enough about this world.
"I assume you're familiar with this place?"

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Roll To Dodge / Re: Eschaton IC: Six Minutes till Midnight

« on: February 14, 2017, 04:43:58 am »

The woman slowly, very slowly, backs towards the party and away from the creatures that had just appeared. She was almost frozen in fear.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Gates of Tardore Prologue: Chance Meetings

« on: February 13, 2017, 08:42:43 pm »

The talk of Gates- a term Branwen hadn't known until recently, though she knew full well of the things the word referred to- also draws her attention towards their admirer. She starts paying closer attention to them.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Gates of Tardore Prologue: Chance Meetings

« on: February 13, 2017, 08:16:02 pm »

Branwen ap Pwyll, Raven of the Donnar De, shaman who knew the tracks the masses of the world left in their wake, knew many things. She could treat wounds, fight man and beast alike, tame animals, make horrendous poisons and miraculous cures alike, most of this being knowledge passed down from Pwyll ap Lleu, her father and the Boar of the Donnar De, the shaman before her.

She was no fool. Nothing really surprised her anymore. Jaiep was a land of many surprises; ironically, that meant none of them had such an effect on her anymore.

However, she didn't quite expect the world beyond the Gates to be like this. The Donnar De, as a rule, had no houses like a few of the tribes she'd met in their comings and goings; they lived in tents, pitched where the tribe stayed and lifted with the moving of the world's masses. Here, there were houses towering above trees, made of stone and metal. There couldn't have been more than a hundred people among the Donnar De, maybe a thousand among the tribes they regularly had contact with, but here thousands upon thousands walked and lived all in one place.

She was a grown woman, true, and she'd long since outgrown the age when she was naive enough to wonder at everything small and large. Still, Branwen would be lying if she said she wasn't a little fascinated by the world that lay beyond the forests and seas of Jaiep.
"To think this is how the Hub-men build their cities to hold so many. I've never seen so many people...."

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