Open Life of a Nomad

[Mickey Flash 5895]

Jo walked off of the lighting rail station steps, breathing in the sweet air of Blairville. She came here to explore, and to celebrate her one hundred and seventeenth birthday.  It's a good thing she doesn't look her age.  She smiled as she threw her satchel over her shoulder.  She'd acquired the satchel over fifty years ago, when she started getting so good at magic.  She needed something to carry her potions and ingredients in, as well as magical items.  The reason Blairville is such a perfect place to celebrate her birthday, is because she wanted to get some new items for her satchel.  The first place she is headed to is the Inn de Clairmont to get a little rest.  After that she will be heading to The Gypsy Market, where she will see what they have that she might be interested in.  Her birthday tomorrow will be a great day!

 

 

[jakal77 69]

Emily bid her mother and grandmother goodbye as she stepped outside into the city streets, breathing in the crisp cool air.  "Today's going to be grand," she said as she removed the elbow length gloves she had, showing her magic markings on her forearms as she ran freely down the street.  "hey Edna," she said as she burst into the tiny shack where her mentor lived.  "I've been working on my fire spell, watch!" she exclaimed as a symbol burned red and tiny flames shot from her fingertips.  In a chair across the room the old woman Edna nodded happily, "coming along nicely deary.  Today we're going to the gypsy market, to try and find some artifacts."

[TheRelicOfOwls 105]

Waykla meandered nervously through the foreign city, her bold colored eyes unable to settle on any one peculiarity of the streets and roof-tops. Her features would contort to a grimace at a few of the back-alleys, and even certain shapes of buildings she didn't seem to agree with, and added with her alienated feeling from the other inhabitants it was an all around disappoint to have arrived. With a heavy sigh she continued on her way, easily making her way through even crowded streets as people side-stepped to stare either out of curiosity or some form of distrust. Her eyes would fall to the ground, and with each passing glance she felt only a shake of her head could suffice for her reply.

 

I don't know how long I can even last here. I'm so...

 

A four-fingered hand enters her vision, palm upturned to reveal padding like that of an animal, as well as slight webbing between digits.

 

So different from the people here.

 

Another sigh would escape her lips while observing a commoner in the corner of her vision, analyzing their limbs: a five digit hand, no webbing, no pads, even the nails were different. Her pink orbs move onto the next citizen, and the next. All the same. Their faces held different features too. There didn't appear to be many pointed ears, and most weren't very long. Noses held a different shape and nostrils. Eyes had odd centeres that almost seemed hollow, like a sort of void. Their feet... flat by comparison to her own.

 

Where am I?

Edited June 15, 2015 by TheRelicOfOwls

[Mickey Flash 5895]

Jo woke up early the next morning.  'Happy birthday to me!' she thought to herself.  She hummed a little as she got dressed.  She went to the lobby of the inn, and could see the breakfast buffet.  What a mistake to allow her to go to a buffet.  She grabbed two plates and filled them to the brim.  She added some extra biscuits and fruit to snack on later.  The price was very reasonable.  She sat down and eat ravenously.  Placing the left overs in a napkin, she placed them into one of her jacket pockets. 

 

Jo felt excitement enter her heart, as she walked out the door.  She was on the way to the Gypsy Market.  She had no clue what she was looking for, but she would know when she found it.  She smiled to herself.

[Karelian Echorider 374]

Hunts-Many-Streams stumbled through the streets, wheezing. His left lung was punctured. Blood covered his badly torn clothes. Across from the sidewalk were he lay, a Beautiful women was exiting a hotel's front doors. "help!" the call was silent. barely above a whisper.  He took a second step, this one driving him to the ground. "help" he was fadeing out. pain was exhibiting control over his body, and he was losing the fight.  As he slid to his back he felt that surely he would die for this mistake he was.  Gods had no mercy for abomninations such as him... and surely God himself had condemend him wiht this abominiation. As the memories washed over me, i thought back to the bite. The scar still circled me neck... it was the sign of my curse

[Locked# 153]

"Charms! Charms for sale!" Quynn Zelphar called into the crowd at the Gypsy Market. But he was in no ways a gypsy- his pale skin and pointed ears marked him as a dark elf. And while the majority of merchant wore bright colors, he was dressed in all black- black trench coat, black boots, black hair that spiked around his head.

 

"Ward off vampires! Attract lovers! Prevent demon possession! Get it all here!" He lazily twirled a charm around his long thin finger, purple eyes flickering over the crowd in search for a customer. Before him lay a small table covered with roughly a dozen charms of all shapes and sizes, and a few more hung from his neck. He kicked his boots up on the table, yawning.

 

"Charms for sale!" Quynn called again, resisting the urge to pack up and leave. He had only been at the Gypsy Market a few days and was already hating the atmosphere. Too many window shoppers, not enough customers. Plus his appearance seemed to scare the locals away. From where he sat, he could feel their eyes on him, wondering why he was there. 

 

Quynn couldn't help wonder too. He had heard the Market would be a good place to sell his wares- and maybe find a real job. Quynn Zelphar was more than a failing charms seller- he was a demon hunter waiting for the next hunt. But so far, he was out of luck.

 

While he waited for something to happen, he amused himself by human watching- there was a lot to look at. The town was bustling with people absorbed with themselves. Over a hundred years surrounded by humans couldn't quench Quynn's love of humanity's little quirks. They moved about their lives so quickly, always in a hurry to complete some menial task. There was something endearing about it.

 

Motion near his booth prompted Quynn to focus. He quickly pulled his boots off the table. "Want to buy a charm?" he called before doing a doubletake. The lady was obviously not human- her features were off- her hands were those of an animal, her eyes were pink, her ears were pointed.

 

Quynn suddenly realized why people were staring in his direction. It wasn't him at all. Instead, it was this poor stranger who the locals were rudely staring at.

 

In a rare moment of empathy, Quynn stood to greet the strange woman. "Hello there. Quynn Zelphar." He extended a thin hand covered in white tattoos to the lady and gave her his most charming smile. He just hoped she spoke Valucrean. If not, he could pull out some rusty Demonic or the Old Language.

 

"How can I help you?"

Edited June 14, 2015 by Locked#

[Mickey Flash 5895]

Hunts-Many-Streams stumbled through the streets, wheezing. His left lung was punctured. Blood covered his badly torn clothes. Across from the sidewalk were he lay, a Beautiful women was exiting a hotel's front doors. "help!" the call was silent. barely above a whisper.  He took a second step, this one driving him to the ground. "help" he was fadeing out. pain was exhibiting control over his body, and he was losing the fight.  As he slid to his back he felt that surely he would die for this mistake he was.  Gods had no mercy for abomninations such as him... and surely God himself had condemend him wiht this abominiation. As the memories washed over me, i thought back to the bite. The scar still circled me neck... it was the sign of my curse

 

Jo's werewolf hearing easily picked up the quiet call for help.  She looked at the sidewalk across from her, and saw a male falling to the ground.  She rushed over, scenting the werewolf in his blood that was spread across his chest.  The wound looked severe, maybe too bad for him to heal from.  She dug in her satchel, and pulled out her precious bottle of healing potion.  There were only about two or three drops left, just enough to heal the stranger.  There would be no more left for her, in case of an emergency.  Jo hesitated for just a second, sighed, and then poured two drops directly on his wound, another drop in his mouth.  She had given a vow when she first learned magic to use it to help others, not hurt them.  This would be one of those helpful moments, not to mention he was one of her kind. 

 

"Hey, you're going to be ok.  The healing potion shouldn't take more than a minute to kick in."  She looked around, unsure what she should do now.  "Well, if that's all you need, I planned on going to the Gypsy Market to shop a little.  So, unless you want to go with me, I think I'll take my leave of you."  Maybe she might find some more ingredients to make a healing potion.  The ingredients for the last batch were pretty rare, but maybe she could substitute some of the ingredients.  It was worth a shot. 

[Karelian Echorider 374]

Jo's werewolf hearing easily picked up the quiet call for help.  She looked at the sidewalk across from her, and saw a male falling to the ground.  She rushed over, scenting the werewolf in his blood that was spread across his chest.  The wound looked severe, maybe too bad for him to heal from.  She dug in her satchel, and pulled out her precious bottle of healing potion.  There were only about two or three drops left, just enough to heal the stranger.  There would be no more left for her, in case of an emergency.  Jo hesitated for just a second, sighed, and then poured two drops directly on his wound, another drop in his mouth.  She had given a vow when she first learned magic to use it to help others, not hurt them.  This would be one of those helpful moments, not to mention he was one of her kind. 

 

"Hey, you're going to be ok.  The healing potion shouldn't take more than a minute to kick in."  She looked around, unsure what she should do now.  "Well, if that's all you need, I planned on going to the Gypsy Market to shop a little.  So, unless you want to go with me, I think I'll take my leave of you."  Maybe she might find some more ingredients to make a healing potion.  The ingredients for the last batch were pretty rare, but maybe she could substitute some of the ingredients.  It was worth a shot. 

hunts-many-Streams stared in shock at the ease at which the grevious wound he had aquired literaly vanished. the bullet made the most interesting feeling as it wormed its way out his chest, falling on his palm. the .45 round was silver, of course. Hunts-Many-Streams looked up at his savior, who he could now tell was a fellow werewolf. "im--- better?"  still in shock, he warily made his way ot his feet. he felt fully better, rolling the bullet around his palm lightly. she had mentioned the market... "I think i have some money..." he looked down at his torn blood stained white shirt..." can i buy a shirt here?"

[TheRelicOfOwls 105]

"Charms! Charms for sale!" Quynn Zelphar called into the crowd at the Gypsy Market. But he was in no ways a gypsy- his pale skin and pointed ears marked him as a dark elf. And while the majority of merchant wore bright colors, he was dressed in all black- black trench coat, black boots, black hair that spiked around his head.

 

"Ward off vampires! Attract lovers! Prevent demon possession! Get it all here!" He lazily twirled a charm around his long thin finger, purple eyes flickering over the crowd in search for a customer. Before him lay a small table covered with roughly a dozen charms of all shapes and sizes, and a few more hung from his neck. He kicked his boots up on the table, yawning.

 

"Charms for sale!" Quynn called again, resisting the urge to pack up and leave. He had only been at the Gypsy Market a few days and was already hating the atmosphere. Too many window shoppers, not enough customers. Plus his appearance seemed to scare the locals away. From where he sat, he could feel their eyes on him, wondering why he was there. 

 

Quynn couldn't help wonder too. He had heard the Market would be a good place to sell his wares- and maybe find a real job. Quynn Zelphar was more than a failing charms seller- he was a demon hunter waiting for the next hunt. But so far, he was out of luck.

 

While he waited for something to happen, he amused himself by human watching- there was a lot to look at. The town was bustling with people absorbed with themselves. Over a hundred years surrounded by humans couldn't quench Quynn's love of humanity's little quirks. They moved about their lives so quickly, always in a hurry to complete some menial task. There was something endearing about it.

 

Motion near his booth prompted Quynn to focus. He quickly pulled his boots off the table. "Want to buy a charm?" he called before doing a doubletake. The lady was obviously not human- her features were off- her hands were those of an animal, her eyes were pink, her ears were pointed.

 

Quynn suddenly realized why people were staring in his direction. It wasn't him at all. Instead, it was this poor stranger who the locals were rudely staring at.

 

In a rare moment of empathy, Quynn stood to greet the strange woman. "Hello there. Quynn Zelphar." He extended a thin hand covered in white tattoos to the lady and gave her his most charming smile. He just hoped she spoke Valucrean. If not, he could pull out some rusty Demonic or the Old Language.

 

"How can I help you?"

 

Waykla's tufted ear-tips would perk, lower, and slightly rotate as she continued to observe her surroundings, while also attempting to ignore the various looks she was receiving. At least a few children seemed to think she was pretty, but not to their parents agreement. Such comments were quickly covered by their guardians who would curse in Waykla's direction before striding off in a protective stance over their toddlers. To such acts the orange-haired foreigner could only sigh - her stay here would surely test her sanity.

 

I wonder just how many enemies I might make just for walking the streets.

 

Just as the thought passed her gaze would meet with another who seemed to be calling out to her. To be sure she'd crane her head each direction before slowly walking close. What little she had picked up of the local language would finally be put to use after such a long awaited moment.

 

"Waykla..." She replies meekly, then looking to the hand pushed towards her. A curious, if not completely confused expression paints her face, and her eyes lift to meet with the strangers'. After a moment of silent contemplation she'd appear to guess what was expected: stretching her own hand out in turn to gently hold the man's finger tips for a moment. No longer than three seconds or so and her hand would withdraw into her long sleeves, falling center-stage of her figure to clasp with the other padded palm in a sort of formal stance.

 

To finally answer the man's question she'd respond with a stuttered "W-where is me?". Her grammar made it pretty clear that Valucrean was far from her native language, but she made due.

 

Again She'd speak.

 

"Searching way home... Find is not easy"

[Locked# 153]

Quynn grinned at the strange woman, ignoring the stares of the people around them. He had never seen anything like her, and the sharp contrast with humans intrigued him.

 

"Waykla..." She said quietly, extending her four-fingered hand and grasping Quynn's. Her pink eyes met his purple ones and Quynn marveled at her dark skin and padded hands. What kind of species is she? 

 

"W-where is me? Searching way home... Find is not easy." Her broken Valucrean reminded Quynn of his Demonic- slow and measured, the grammar lacking. He wondered what her native language was.

 

"Currently we're at the Gyspy Market in a town called Blariville. Larger scale? Terrenus, Valucre." He added the last word in after thought, wondering if she was even from there. Quynn had met people from farther away, including other planets, although most "aliens" he'd met weren't that friendly. 

 

"If you don't mind me asking, where is home?" For Quynn, home was the Dark Forest, a place where few visitors ever came and even less left.

 

Looking at her, Quynn felt slight pity, although he hid it well. He knew how it felt to be far away from home. But he wasn't sure if he could help her. If Waykla was from some place in Terrenus, there was a chance she could get back. But farther away? The chances were slim.

[Xhé 3]

Xhé was a member of a slowly shrinking caravan, wandering the deserts to trade goods and increase their wealth. Once a family of great traders and guards,their empire of the Sands has shrunk to less than two dozen souls. He left one day to find food, some water for the next day or so. He came back to his camp, and upon his return, he only found empty tents. There where no bodies, not even camels lying in the dust. There where no footprints, and the only thing he had found in the camp was some gold and a khopesh. He got his bag and set out to find a new world, and has returned to the life of a nomad.

Is it too late to join?

[Mickey Flash 5895]

hunts-many-Streams stared in shock at the ease at which the grevious wound he had aquired literaly vanished. the bullet made the most interesting feeling as it wormed its way out his chest, falling on his palm. the .45 round was silver, of course. Hunts-Many-Streams looked up at his savior, who he could now tell was a fellow werewolf. "im--- better?"  still in shock, he warily made his way ot his feet. he felt fully better, rolling the bullet around his palm lightly. she had mentioned the market... "I think i have some money..." he looked down at his torn blood stained white shirt..." can i buy a shirt here?"

 

"The kind of market I'm going to will be for magic things.  Unless you want a magic shirt?"  When he frowned she laughed a little.  "I didn't think so.  Well, I can see you're doing better.  If you want a shirt, I'm sure you can find one around here somewhere.  There are vendors everywhere.  When you get done with that, you should try out the Gypsy Market.  For tourists it's a really great place to see."  With that Jo waved at the man with the troubled look on his face.  She didn't feel easy about leaving him like that.  He had been injured somehow, maybe by someone.  She had learned a long time ago that if you go asking for trouble, you'll find it.  Jo didn't want any trouble today.  It was her birthday, and it was going to be fun.

 

She walked down the busy streets, the smells hitting her quickly.  Her hearing could pick up everything, and her eyes were barely focused they were so overwhelmed.  She concentrated on muting her senses for a moment, using breathing techniques and body relaxation.  After a minute, she could think again. 

 

The Gypsy Market was as busy as the city, only it seemed more alive.  At least, Jo felt that way about it, because she wanted so bad to be here.  There are many people that have hobbies, things that they enjoy.  Magic is Jo's hobby.  Ever since she was young, she had been interested in the magic arts.  Cooking too, and though people love her cooking, she loves magic. 

 

Jo heard a conversation between a man, and a woman up ahead, but she couldn't see them yet for all the people.  When the man mentioned the world they were on, like that was a question, Jo's interest was peeked.  She knew a few people from other worlds.  She'd had quite a few adventures from it as well.  As she looked around a small mob of people, her eyes were arrested on a creature she'd never seen before.  She had long pointy ears, more prominent then her wolf's when they appeared.  Her eyes were pink.  Jo would have assumed some type of demon, except for her hands.  They were the most interesting part about her.  Jo walked up to the charm seller, her eyes pretending to look at charms while keeping the girl's hands in her peripheral vision. 

 

"I'd like to see your charms.  Do you have any healing ones?"  Might as well get something useful while she was at it.

[TheRelicOfOwls 105]

 

Quynn grinned at the strange woman, ignoring the stares of the people around them. He had never seen anything like her, and the sharp contrast with humans intrigued him.

 

"Waykla..." She said quietly, extending her four-fingered hand and grasping Quynn's. Her pink eyes met his purple ones and Quynn marveled at her dark skin and padded hands. What kind of species is she? 

 

"W-where is me? Searching way home... Find is not easy." Her broken Valucrean reminded Quynn of his Demonic- slow and measured, the grammar lacking. He wondered what her native language was.

 

"Currently we're at the Gyspy Market in a town called Blariville. Larger scale? Terrenus, Valucre." He added the last word in after thought, wondering if she was even from there. Quynn had met people from farther away, including other planets, although most "aliens" he'd met weren't that friendly. 

 

"If you don't mind me asking, where is home?" For Quynn, home was the Dark Forest, a place where few visitors ever came and even less left.

 

Looking at her, Quynn felt slight pity, although he hid it well. He knew how it felt to be far away from home. But he wasn't sure if he could help her. If Waykla was from some place in Terrenus, there was a chance she could get back. But farther away? The chances were slim.

 

 

The orange-haired anomaly would keep her eyes locked on the man's purple hues, brows slowly lowering onto her own as quirky look of curiosity befell her face. "Gypsy Market..." pink gaze dropping in thought as she perhaps committed the word to memory. She'd repeat the process for each new proper noun to follow.

 

"Blarville"

 

"Terrenus"

 

"Valucre"

 

Each word was pronounced slowly and precise, her tongue forming shapes infamiliar to her native language. Finally her attention could be seen returning. Despite having been staring directly at the man it would seem for a long while that she had spaced out while introducing the new words to her vernacular. A warm smile would then push her cheeks up and reveal teeth.

 

"Thankie" she'd say, either mispronouncing the word, or accidentally combining "thank" and "you" as the phrase sounded like a singled mashed-together greeting to her. With that said she'd dip her head ever so slightly with briefly shut eyes and a twitch of her ears as something, or someone neared. The tufts at the tips of those lengthy listeners would stand on end and rattle for a moment, but Waykla would shake off the sensation in favor of answering her companies' question.

 

"Home?"

 

Another blank expression with shifting eyes as she searched her mental Valucrean dictionary. Nothing.

 

"Home is?"

 

However before an answer could be given the vibrating persisted, and the odd pink-eyed woman would have no choice but to investigate her irritable ears' behavior. Head craning, she'd now meet with a pair of blue eyes, though they didn't wholy seem to be on her, not at least when she was looking in the strangers' direction.

[Karelian Echorider 374]

Hunts-many-streams watched the female flounce away, almost glad. why did he need another some one in his life? it was just another route to pain. she had mentioned a gypsie market. perhaps an enchanted bow? but a shirt as definatly in order.  The inviting call of an magical place  overide his etter judgement, and he set off into the larg throng of people. humans smelled the best,  like meat. the thought was sickening.  to distract himself, he reached in his pocket to count his money. $27.  ten minuets of sneaking however, yeilded another three hundred.

 now, what to spend it on?  then like the call of nature, he could feel eyes.   intense grey eyes drew him, trance like, to a dark corner stall.  a small, whithered woman sat behind a table with a single, metal bow laying on it. the elegant black metal was etched in strange runes, and had an otherworldy sense to it. Hunts-many-streams could not help but to reach out to touch it. it surface was cold, like ice. he felt a ravenous hunger throught the weapon. it matched the throb of his heart.

"it seems that Greanviern has chosen you." her voice was warm, like a mothers. " Kronos, you must take this weapon. it has long sought out a warrior worthy of its weight." How does she know my name? wondered the werewolf. the woman reached under the table, and handed Hunts-many-streams a large pack, that had considerable weight. "Guard your self well, young one. a long road lays ahead."  HUnts-many-streams set the pack down, and when he looked back up, the stall was gone. this sent a shiver down his back. perhaps the shewolf could help him? he turned and nocked over the pack, causing a crystaline tinckle to sound. now very curious, he opened it. Blood red  was the color he saw. scales?  indeed, in his hand he held a shirt woven of metal links and dragon scales. the gamet was tight fiting, and cool to the touch. Now he definatly had to tell some one. with out examining the rest of the contents, kronos(as was his comon name) set of looking for the she wolf.

[Locked# 153]

"Gypsy Market..." Waykla said, sounding out each of the words. "Blarville... Terrenus... Valucre."

 

Quynn watched her slowly process each of his words. Valucrean definitely isn't her first language. He nodded. "That's right."

 

"Thankie." She seemed to mix the words thank and you, but it was still an understandable thank you. Smiling at her odd pronunciation, Quynn nodded again.

 

"Home? Home is?" Waykla asked, obviously confused by his question about where her home was.

 

"Well, you're not from around here, I gather," Quynn said, glancing around at the normal mixing of humans surrounding them. He and Waykla stood out in the crowd, and he didn't like the way people stared. "Where are you from? How did you get here?" He added the second question in case she didn't understand the first, hoping to pull the pieces together.

 

Before she could reply, Quynn smelled something oddly distinct from the humans around them. Smells like a werewolf. Just then a woman stepped out of the crowd and approached the stall. "I'd like to see your charms," the werewolf woman announced. "Do you have any healing ones?"

 

This would have been innocent enough if Quynn hadn't seen the way she glanced at Waykla out of the corner of her blue eyes. Werewolves were hunters, and he feared this one might attack. Feeling suddenly protective, he casually dropped a tattooed hand to his side and began drawing magic just in case. At the moment it was invisible, but an observant watcher may have felt the air cool slightly around him.

 

Feeling better, he smiled at the werewolf and said, "Of course. These two at the end are especially potent." He pointed to a brown cross-shaped charm and a black arrowhead with an 'x' carved into it. "Heals all minor wounds and most major ones."

 

Quynn wondered if she would ask what the catch was. There always was one with charms- all energy was drawn from the wearer and if the wearer was too weak to heal, they would die.

 

Ah, dark magic, the double-edged sword, Quynn thought, waiting for her response.