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Post by Kiju on Dec 22, 2006 23:55:57 GMT -5
The normal howl was given out by Kaliska as her tribe grew near to the large, sprawling city of Alexandria, summoning all of her clan to her side so they weren't so spread out. They'd neared the city where it was a possible thing her brother was living, with the Emperor and Prime Minister no less. She's stopped off at occasional other inns to glean more information on the way, now that she had a specific goal, names, and places in mind. The name of the Prime Minister was given, though Kaliska kept forgetting it, so she just stopped using it and called him by his title. The Emperor’s name was a little easier to remember, Volyan. She had gathered intel on all the various covert wars and battles between the Imperialists and Loyalists, and had been debating on whose side to take in this civil war. There was a rumor of the real Emperor somewhere else at this time, having been banished by the Prime Minister for some reason or other, although she was sure she’d find out the real reason when she actually got to the city itself.
One Inn she went into for information actually gave her a massive boost in confidence and nearly made her go ecstatic with glee. When she’d stepped into the Inn with all of her clan waiting outside, she went up to the bartender and asked about the mercenary that was staying within the palace. He told her that he was indeed a coyote, looked a lot like her and…hey, didn’t he wear the same clothing as that guy there? The bartender had pointed to one of her swordsmen, and she nodded excitedly, asking for a name. The man didn’t know the name, but she was fine with it, now she was certain that was her little brother living within the palace with the Emperor and Prime Minister. She’d practically ran out of the Inn and towards the city, her clan having to sprint just to keep up with her.
Now, they were but a ten minute walk from the city of Alexandria, the coyote’s eyes looking upon the horizon, where the imperial palace could be seen from where she stood. Her, and all along with her, were struck with awe at the sheer size of this city and its buildings, the palace seeming like the house of Gods. Even while setting up their camp, they still couldn’t help but pause in their work and look at the city again, as if thinking it wasn’t there, and they were just imagining it. She didn’t berate them from it, since she did the same thing every time her mind allowed her a spare moment. This time she would go with an honor guard, but they would all go unarmed except for their daggers. She didn’t want to appear threatening, just didn’t want a repeat incident of a few nights back with that wolf. She would be taking her spear though, if only because it was part of her regalia.
The spear was a beautifully crafted piece, made out of a dark wood that’d been polished and crafted to perfection, the wood almost impossible to break. Examples of this could be seen in the many nicks, dents, gouges, and other grooves in the staff’s length. Though sometimes it did break, so the spear head was just removed, and placed on another spear, thus making the spear itself eternal. It’s blade was even a work of art, the two edged blade seeming like there had been a sword strapped to the end of a long stick, with two cross-trees at the end of it that ended in reverse facing blades to catch swords and yank them out of their owners’ hands. Various colorful feathers decorated the area just behind the blade, while a long red tassel at the other end of it provided a distraction for warriors so that the blade end could do its work.
She approached the gate with her ‘honor guard’, consisting of five of her strongest braves, two of which were her cousins. The guards at the gate stopped her and looked over her escort, then to her. Luckily, both of them were foxes, so polite, but very stern and official, which Kaliska gave them points for. They asked what she was doing here, and she told them simply “I am here to speak with the mercenary that the Emperor, Volyan, has hired to be his guard.” The two foxes exchanged a glance, then the other spoke “And who are you miss?” she turned to face the other one “I am Kaliska Celina Lupin, Chieftain of the Sun Claw tribe. Kiju is my brother.” That was a risk to say that, since she didn’t know officially if it was her brother in there…but apparently she was right, since they both nodded, and opened the doors for her. One handed her a note with the Guard Seal that allowed her free passage into the palace.
She took it with her thanks, and walked into the city calmly. Her eyes roved the pass, and, satisfied that it said what the guard had meant, put it into the pocket that she had sown into the sleeve of her robe. It seemed like the populace thought she had formed some sort of parade as they all lined up to watch the precession of barbaric splendor from the tribesman and their Chieftain. She herself used the spear as more a walking stick than much else, and her honor guard seemed more like bouncers, growling at any who strayed too near, but otherwise keeping their faces expressionless as she herself had trained them to do.
Kaliska stopped as she suddenly saw a fox cub cut into her path, and looked down at the youngling’s inquisitive gaze, actually startling most of the ‘audience’ with a smile of hers that appeared…motherly. She spoke, in a soft voice that only a few heard “Hello there little one.” He picked up his huge tail and held it in his arm while suckling on his thumb with the other, staring at the coyote female. His mother came over and kneeled down beside him, quietly berating the youngster, who just smiled and waved at Kaliska as he was dragged off, saying “Bye lady!” she smiled and waved back to the little one, until he and his parent disappeared from sight. A soft sigh, before the smile cut off, and she and her guard continued on down the road to the splendid palace, having to be stopped few more times by various patrolling guards, each one politely nodding when she showed them her ‘passport’. She was fairly impressed with the security, and decided to compliment the Emperor when she spoke to him…if she spoke to him.
The last stop was the palace gates themselves, and it took her a little longer speaking to the palace guard before she was admitted entry into the palace, with a entourage of ten palace guards to accompany her and her braves. They went down the winding halls, before finally ending up in front of the throne room, where she was informed a meeting was being held with the Prime Minister at the moment, though she may enter if she like. Quote ‘The damn buzzard can wait’. With a slight smile, she nodded, and the doors opened for her to allow her entry into the large, and impressive room, where she just stood in front of the doorway, the twin doors closing behind her and her escort. “Emperor Volyan?”
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Post by Elmo on Dec 23, 2006 7:52:48 GMT -5
Korag powerfully barged his way through the streets of the city. His own arrogance was pissing him off now, rather than take a Imperial Legion escort with him he had gone alone to the city. As it was the vein on his head throbbed like a irregular mountain on the world that was the Half-breed's head. Whenever anything brushed against his shoulder, knocking into him in the bustling streets he responded in kind. Sadly for the small rat which struck the orc.... As a creature that weighs nearly 400lbs is kinda overkill. Again more creatures struck into Korag as they went about their feeble, purposeless lives.
Rage, it was a strange emotion, in that it drove creatures to anything. Truely a dread creation, except some lived on it, like Korag. He loved the rush as blood flung around his head, the airy feeling as his fists pounded apart hordes of whatever idiotic race had got in his way. The half-breed's purpose in the city was more information gathering, he intended to meet the Emperor, apparently a hard task due to some arrogant official. If any poncy beast tried to stop him well... It was easier to say Korag was like a force of nature...
Another thing pissed him off, the secretive Civil war of this nation. Everyone knew about it, at least when Orsinium had went to war with itself they had fought honroably. Great battles, not backstabbing secrets, trying to hide the truth. Surrounded by numerous foreign beasts Korag was a strange sight. His regal plate, bearing the Axe of Oblivion insignia on his chest. His cloak flapped around him, torn and ragged. The orc towered in sheer broad size and height over the majority of the populace, however for those that managed to see his face, without the neck strain. They would see he was far more human than a orc, slightly brutish yet still having a rogue attraction about him.
At each waist he wore a sword, most would be astounded that it was even possible to dual wield the twin swords. The Blade of Ogrinak, and the Sword of Orsinium. Ogrinak, was the first orcish king, apparently he also forged the Axe of Oblivion, or so history told. 5 feet in length each, the silvered blades shone with power, one leaking pure light and the other covered in the Fell Darkness.
With such a fierce attire the crowds should have opened for him! Showed the fitting respect to the dread warrior, Korag was a legend in Orsinium. The Spirit of Rigmor! A warrior without equal, finally he snapped. For miles around the roar could be heard, shattering into peaceful lives of those living nearby. In all directions it was if reality itself had been toar apart. Fuelled by sheer rage everything in the street cowered, and stared. Korag smiled, he was deserving of their fear.
At the palace several creatures stood, foxes mostly, even a powerful looking bear. They all wore similar armor, carrying spears with sharp and cruel tips. When one of them dared have the arrogance to stop Korag the half-breed muttered under his breath. "I could slit your throat before any of the damn furry bastards noticed." As it was the voice was a mere strain of nothing, full of empty grunting noises. Drawing up to his full height as he was asked his name and purpose Korag spoke. His voice so full of pride and power, so forcefull and willed, steel could have been bent on that speech.
"I? You don't know me sugah? I am the all-mighty Korag, the brilliant warrior, and by the gods I'm one shitload more important than you and your poncy ass job. So now lil' fella why doncha just let me see your boss?"
"um...what?"
Korag felt the rage, then he imagined cracking the foxes skull in his bare hand. That quelled the anger for a moment. The half-breed elected to take the easy path.
"Ug... me orc...ug... lemme in or me hit you." He reeeaaaalllyy hated playing the stereotype, it was only when one of the guards pointed out the insignia of Orsnium; so proudly emblazoned on his armor that the orc was allowed in. He was given a escort, and a small pass allowing him access. However as the half-orc warlord passed through corridors he was ignored by every patrol. Possibly because they figured it was better not to bother the huge orc whose brow was so twisted with rage it was in danger of pulling his whole face with it. When he finally reached the throne room he was informed that some idiot bird official couldn't see him. As a response Korag merely insulted the guard and then questioned if it was because he couldn't remember his name. At least Korag had a easy name for his sub-ordinates to remember. Instead of waiting Korag found his way to another room, this one with some barbaric looking beast with a small guard. As a mere act of boredom Korag imagined hacking apart the guard with some simplicity.
"Why're a buncha barbarians hanging round a imperial city?"
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Post by Kiju on Dec 23, 2006 20:22:51 GMT -5
Kaliska had been idly waiting for her ‘turn’ with the Emperor, quietly examining the lavish décor that went to making the palace fell become complete. All in all, it appeared down right gaudy to her, and she couldn’t help but curl her lip up in scorn at some of the more useless pieces. Heck, some of them didn’t even look good, and served no other purpose than to show off how rich the imperial family actually was. With a singular wave of her paw, she dismissed the guards, who instead went about examining the room as she had, only with a bit more scrutiny, before each found a comfortable spot to wait so that they would be able to speak with the Emperor himself.
Black tipped ears flicker, and she turns her head as the rest of the guards have at the sound of a primal howl ringing throughout the palace and its corridors. “What was that?” she questioned softly to herself, and when she looked at one of her guards, he merely shrugged and shook his head, having about as much of an idea as she. With a shrug of her own, she turned her attention back to something that perked her interest, a painting of a fox in regal attire, holding a sword in his paw that seemed to be glowing and emitting a blue-ish flame from its blade. This must be either the Emperor, or this Alexandros she’d been hearing so much of. Judging by how much older he looked than the current Emperor was said to be, she assumed the later, and padded closer to examine the painting a bit more.
He certainly exuded a powerful sense of respect, as if the painting alone demanded it from its viewer. The kindly face made her smile faintly, even if she could see, and practically sense the hidden distress behind that calm smile, the attractive yellow eyes. “Hmm…I can see why they regard him so highly…” she mumbled to herself while looking lower to try and memorize how the whole painting looked like, from his muzzle and ears, all the way down to his footpaws, plus the powerful looking blade that he held in his right paw, almost like a swagger stick.
Someone was approaching, someone large, and both she and her guards turned at the same time that Korag strode into the room. Her five guards jumped to their paws, but she sent them back to what they were doing with a wave of her own paw, knowing that this warrior was beyond even them. She looked…well, up at him, and cocked her ears forward at his question “We 'barbarians' are here to speak with the Emperor.” Her eyes roaved the males form, taking in details, while her nose told her more than her eyes “What are you doing here, ape?” she had a distinct dislike for humans, since they’d been such a common enemy of her tribe, that...well, tensions arose. Apparently she’d found the cause of that roar from earlier.
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Post by Elmo on Dec 24, 2006 8:36:17 GMT -5
Ape? Surely that insult was without merit? Korag in no way resembled a ape, his conflicted heritage had banished the hunch-backed extended necks of the orcs. Greenskin would have been a better insult, however even then Korag was lacking the deep green hide of his people. Instead it was a weak greeny-grey, quite dissapointing really. It was to the beast's benefit that his rage had subsided not long ago, instead of simply smashing her skull into the brilliant tapestries he was impressed. At least she had offered some resistance, fought first. That always impressed Korag... the will to fight. The spirit of the Warrior.
The grand portrait was discarded quite simply as Alexandros by Korag. The young half-breed had even met the beast prince a few times, never spoke with him of course. In reputation, as a ally of the mighty Rigmor, Alexandros had been considered a hero in Orsinium. The fox had garnered as much respect as any creature could, that was not a part of the empire. Korag at least smiled a little, revealing slightly yellowed teeth; whereas orcs had huge tusks protruding from their lower jaw the Half-breed simply had larger than normal 'fangs'. Their edges gleamed with all the malice of a drawn dagger.
"Well, my darling barbaric feisty one... The ape is here to see the Emperor. Perhaps discover what the hells goes on around here...." Again he smiled, darkened eyes glittering like the most serene of seas, flowing calmly, yet deep inside they contained the tempest. So raging and destructive, the perfect storm. Those very same darkened eyes watched as the beast's nose flared, smelling him. He was half intrested about what was being picked up. That he was a half-orc? For a flicker of a second he even wondered if emotion could be smelled...... Well that'd cause some headaches.
Korag silently settled against a patch of bare wall, amazingly unadorned by any portrait, picture or other anythings that exudes huge amounts of styleless class. The half-orc massaged his bulky shoulders, weighed down by layers of steel, iron and various other electrical conducters, into a position where he could observe all the goings on within the room. "So, how come you and the not-so fantastic five are seeing the top-dog..... or fox or whatever." Damn that pissed him off as well, all the seperate races encompassed in the whole Anthro thing. The way that they were a cross of human and some various animal species, Korag at this point de-activated that part of his mind, before it wandered and starting wondering how they were created.
To get rid of the absent minded expression popular amongst men around breasts, that had currently occupied his face he decided to focus on a blank nothing. Which, he realised was about as bad...
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Post by Kiju on Dec 24, 2006 19:17:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Kaliska has no breasts, or at least they aren't apparent.) Kaliska watched the …well, whatever he was, wondering how a being like this would come to be. Perhaps a drunken human male had found the green skin of a female orc attractive and decided to have his ‘fun’ with her, although she wasn’t too sure how that would’ve turned out. No matter, it’d happened, and she didn’t really want to delve too deep into it, after all…who would? Well, besides this creature standing before her. She didn’t mind being called ‘barbarian’ since the term was all a matter of opinion, besides the fact that she knew her tribe was far behind when it came to technology, having never settled down in a city, and stayed nomadic herders and the occasional trades-people for their various paw-made trinkets. Whatever brought the bread home. Despite his intimidating, and rather brutish appearance, the only thing that really interested her were the half-orcs eyes, so different from the rest of his form that it almost seemed that they weren’t his. She wouldn’t put it past someone like him to rip out another’s eyes and stick them in his head…although that was a very strange, and grotesque thought. The coyote decided to put most of her focus on them, rather than other things…like smell. “Then I suppose we are here for the same thing. Although to know what goes on in this empire is only secondary to my true goal.” Honestly, she didn’t much care for the rest of the empire. For all she really cared, it could burn to the ground around her ears, so long as her people were left alone, and at peace…and considering how some raids made against her were by Sobek troops, she figured it might be a good thing if this empire crumbled. Or at least, the one sending troops after her clan. “I am here just to see if some rumors are true.” Why was she being so vague on her goal? It wasn’t like it was some secretive intrigue or anything, she was just a big sister looking for her child-brother among this huge city. Why not tell this creature? “I wish to find my brother, who I believe is serving under the current Emperor as his body guard. I’ve heard rumors of it, and wish to see if they are true. I haven’t seen him since he was but one year old.” There, that was the gist of her purpose here, the rest of the rumors she’d heard about him she could really care less about, but didn’t decide to voice them, as they needn’t really be said. Kaliska wondered what the half-orc was staring at, and noticed his eyes were a little...lower than they should be. Knowing what he might be thinking, and wondering, she just smiled at this and an eye ridge that looked like a brow, quirked up, always having enjoyed the confusion males felt when they noticed...she had no apparent breasts, primarily due to the fact she kept them under-wraps, literally. They were hidden under tightly wrapped bandages, so that she appeared boy-ish to most others, mainly so that her tribe could get used to the fact that it was a female leading them, not a male.
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Post by Elmo on Dec 26, 2006 7:05:12 GMT -5
After Korag's eyes took the scenic route he silently crossed out any opportunity there and allowed his eyes to return upwards. They came to rest on Kaliska's eyes, her brow raised to worrying heights. He returned the stare and added more with a slightly mocking wink. His birth? Well his father, Grunt had simply settled down with some human. She'd probably been in it for the money, Grunt had probably known, and not cared. Through that cash based birth there had been one thing created, Korag. The half-breed orc, obnoxiously arrogant and self-assured. Egotistical and violent, by the gods he was 100% orc under the skin. Another thing that the hugely built Korag noticed was the lack of sniffing that most beasts did often. It didn't take a genius, thankfully, to work out that Korag smelled pretty awful to attuned animal noses. He silently noted it, possibly he could use such a thing if beasts and orcs ever clashed? Realising the silence had settled Korag again kicked into movement. "How amazing... " Korag silently ticked off Kaliska's brother. If he was much like his sister he would stand no chance against Korag, then again.... no one did. Of course the half-orc never intended to kill either of them, it just made him feel better knowing he could slaughter whoever he wanted. "I'd wonder how you're so close.... and you haven't seen him in.... I dunno. 19 years?" He made a vauge guess, assuming that a creature would at least have to be 18 to serve royalty in such a position. Shrugging, more to himself than any other. The hulking creature, his darkened armor glinting moved around the room, taking in the portraits and pictures. Silently ignoring the brilliant art and disregarding it all as pitiful. (Man this post sucks.... But I'm still fat from Christmas )
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Post by Kiju on Dec 29, 2006 20:55:46 GMT -5
(No problems. No doubt my post will bite as well, but then again...I have a cold. ) She didn’t really care that the male was ‘checking her out’, and just let him get a good look. Although if he tried to touch her, that would be another thing. Her guards most likely wouldn’t stand a chance, since they were all unarmed, and even so, their weapons would prove harmless against plate armor. After all, it was designed to protect against sharp weaponry. Her spear wouldn’t make much of a difference either, since this was a small room, and couldn’t be wielded properly. Sure, she could use magic, but even that would most likely prove ineffective. She wasn’t afraid of the half orc, she just knew she couldn’t defeat him in any form of combat…unless it was outdoors, then perhaps she’d stand a much better chance.. Kaliska was beginning to get impatient, more from the wait than from anything else. She was smart enough to know when to wait, and to keep one’s lips shut if one got irritated with waiting, as that just led to foolish acts that normally got one killed. So, instead, she began pacing the room, just to do…well, something to keep her mind off of the wait, plus the hulking giant that stood opposite her. The guards she’d appointed noticed her restlessness, but paid it no heed since she was often prone to pacing when she was bored. To say she had something akin to ADD would be an accurate guess, since she was always wanting to do something that kept her mind busy. When she reached one end of the room, she would stop, twitch her tail, then turn again and proceed to pace to the other side of the room, a look of slight concentration on her face. What was she concentrating on? On what all she would do once she actually met her little brother. She knew he wouldn’t recognize her, and that she calling him such would most likely startle the young coyote. Perhaps she should tell the Emperor in a private conversation to hint at Kaliska’s kinship with the mercenary? That might work, though most likely it would be seen as questionable to let a ‘barbarian’ be alone with the Emperor for any length of time. When the brutish creature spoke again, she stopped only when she was back where she started, in front of him, and turned to look up at his face “Yes, he would be. I doubt he’ll even recognize me, although my scent may confuse him by how similar it is to his own.” She went back to leaning on one foot-paw, her tail slowly swishing from side to side to replace the pacing with something else to do “I’m just curious as to how he’ll react to my rather outrageous claim, unless our parents told him about me…which I very seriously doubt. I was considered traitor to my family since I chose to live with my clan, rather than convert to city life.” There, that was most of her story about the two siblings. Hopefully that fox would be finished with his conversation so that they could gain audience.
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Post by Elmo on Dec 31, 2006 7:52:29 GMT -5
To say that Korag was perhaps the strongest warrior in all the lands would be arrogant, probably true though. He exuded a aura of brute strength, thugishnes, yet again this was true. Still beyond that he was something, a pure Warrior, he allowed talent and skill, grace and the ilk into his movements with the blade. His swords were equivilant to a longsword for someone of his side, it took talent indeed to wield them. Yet still all everyone saw was a stoopid orc. Korag liked it that way, they underestimated him.
The wait hadn't really got to Korag, he could wait for hours on end if need be. He merely supressed the emotion, generally it generated anger in the orc's case. He stored up that anger, the only hint of it would be a twitch of his brow, his fingers ready to draw his twin swords. He unleashed that anger in time, and then the fireworks really started. But as he watched Kaliska pace around, that small spasm of movement as her tail twitched and she spun around with a etheral twirl. It seemed her impatience was almost contagious...
Although Korag listened quite intently to her words it seemed like he paid her no heed and almost deliberately didn't listen. The hulking orc silently removed a gauntlet on his hand, revealing a bunched fist, all along his fingers were slim cuts; to someone who knew of fighting it would obviously be where, when clutching his weapon he had skimmed a opponents blade. Arguably a begginer's mistake but Korag understood that such small mistakes needed to be made. After hooking the gauntley onto a small clasp on his darkened plate, the numerous faces of it glinting in the dark light, he removed a coin some deep and dark crevice. The coin was a paled gold, the tints of other colors betraying the lack of actual gold. Slowly the orc placed it between his large fingers and gently rolled it across them.
Each finger would make but a small movement that aided the coin on it's course, and although he started at a dreadfully slow pace soon enough the coin was a yellowed blur that almost magically circulated his hand. It calmed the fires within, watering them down from raw emotion. Finally he looked up at Kaliska, the orcs had once been split between city life and the true orcish way. It had been Rigmor the Mighty, Suicidal to some, it had been the Orcish King that had restored a balance between these two. So now the life of a orc was in a great city, yet still they held onto the past; hunts and gladiatorial events were commonplace amongst them.
"I still have yet to know your name, I am Korag." The half-breed refused to spit out his titles. They were but words and he saw little in their worth, regardless of how many words surrounded his name he was always Korag. He was always the Warrior, that was all that mattered.
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Post by Kiju on Jan 1, 2007 2:46:59 GMT -5
Kaliska didn’t really mind that it seemed like Korag had ignored her words, in fact, she didn’t really expect him to much care. She did little more than let out a quiet sigh, and began to pick at shed hairs amongst her fur, keeping all of them in her fist, before depositing each one in a waste bin for the cleaning servant, maid, or whatever it was, to come pick it up later. She disliked doing that, but…it was better than letting it sit in the lavish rug on the floor now wasn’t it? Her eyes were focused on the dust colored fur that covered her body, it’s color meant to blend in with her natural surroundings…and stone walls covered in garish décor wasn’t exactly helpful when it came to the Coyote’s natural camouflage, though she looked up at her ‘waiting partner’ to see him taking off one of his gauntlets to reach into his pocket for a coin. She watched the coin move around his hand smoothly, and gave him a few points for having as much dexterity as could be accredited a well-off magician.
Her eyes followed the coin, a slight downfall for her species being that they liked shiny things, and it sometimes distracted them if left with little to do…hence why most had some trinket or other. She shook her head a few moments later, as if to clear it of something, when she heard the half-orc’s name. “Hm? Oh, er, yes…how rude of me. My name is Kaliska. It’s nice to meet you, Korag.” She couldn’t exactly say that with complete honesty, since she still had yet to truly meet the male, so it came out as more an automatic response, which it was. “I do wish they’d hurry up, it wouldn’t be so bad if not for the fact that I’m running a risk by even being here.”
One thing that’d been running through her mind, is that she knew the Prime Minister of this empire loved to decimate and destroy the tribes that roamed through these lands, friendly or otherwise, and she was beginning to worry if her being held here to wait was a delay tactic by the ‘damn buzzard’. If it was, there would be a major problem, since a tribe without its chieftain was like an army without a commander, in every way, shape, or form. Plus, she had a few rivals in the tribe that might be trying to take advantage of her absence to make off with a few followers, or try to lead a revolt for when she returned.
(Gah short post...)
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Post by Elmo on Jan 3, 2007 13:31:44 GMT -5
(Could swore I already posted here >_> Oh well ) He gave a brief grunt in acceptance of her name. It was but politeness, a rare thing for the half-orc, it had left him with a bad taste in the mouth anyway. Also he never really cared for asking questions he didn't give a fuck about, and thus wouldn't waste his or Kaliska's time. Kaliska.... it was a good name, which was about all Korag could think about that. So that train of thought came to a abrupt end, his fingers almost became a blur of metalic color occasionaly catching the light and flaring up with reflected brightness that shone around briefly. Basking in a thin layer of light. "I wish they'd bloody hurry up too, damn rude this is." He had half a mind to start breaking things, that generally made people pay attention. "And I have better things to do..." Well, eating and getting drunk was better than wasting time in a boring room (because, sometimes getting drunk led to fighting! Which is of course the main hobby of an orc, incidently many of them also enjoy chess and backgammon...). Finally he snapped the coin into the air, flicking it with a brief action of his thumb. As it rotated the image of a axe would become apparent, marking it as a coin of Orsinium. The otherside featured the carefully carved image of Emperor Valos, silver eyes gleamed outwards to the room. As it fell Korag indiffernetly caught it and returned it to some pouch attached to his thick leather belt. The long silence set forbodingly over the room, Korag silently fiddled with straps all across his mountainous armor, rarely allowing his hands to cease movement as they scurried like disabled spiders. Several times the half-breed looked like he was about to mouth a phrase but instead left it to die as it struggled to get free of his voicebox. "Ever met the Prime Minister bird thing? I hear he's a prick..." The phrase was accompanied by a crooked smile, for in Sobek; complaining about the oppresive ruling class was a perfect icebreaker.
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Post by Kiju on Jan 4, 2007 0:48:44 GMT -5
(Heh, guess not. Alex'll reply tomorrow...else I'll bug him until he does.) The coyote was almost in the same state of mind, close to leaving the room and marching in to see the Emperor, Prime Minister meeting or no. It wasn’t polite, nor smart, to keep any potential ally waiting in a room for too long, and down right idiotic in some cases. Sure, her tribe wasn’t exactly strong and powerful, nor numerous or rich…but she was inside the palace with the guards not minding her…not a smart thing to do when the chief can use magick… “Aye, it is that.” She mumbled, then crossed her arms over her chest while grumbling unintelligible things, due to them being spoken in the language of her tribe, although some of her guards heard it and splayed their ears out to the sides from knowing their leader was in a foul temper. Sure, she wasn’t one who took it out on her own people when she was in a bad mood, they would’ve left her (or killed her) many times before if she was. All it meant is that she usually was left alone to blow something up, as things seemed to do that when she was mad. As it was, she kept her temper down, even when her body heat began to rise a few degrees here and there, the only showing of her temper being the occasional twitch of the side of her lips to show a few pearly white canines. Otherwise, she looked fine, if rigid. “…alright, I’m going to go see what the hell is taking so long.” Ignoring the orc in front of her, she gave a brief growl and her guard formed on her as she swerved around Korag and opened the door to pad out of the room and down the hall, stopping by the nearest guard to ask him where the buzzard was having his meeting with the Emperor. She got instructions from him, and gave a curt nod before heading down the hallway, struggling not to break out into a run. She kept it to a power-walk that ate up the ground quickly, soon getting her to the large doors of the throne room. Two guards stationed outside of them stood ready, one questioned her “What are you doing here miss?” she looked at him coldly, and managed to keep the growl out of her voice “I’m here to meet with the Emperor. Whatever the Prime Minister has to say can wait. I won’t be long.” The two foxes exchanged glances, then nodded and stepped aside, leaving one of her own guards to open the door for her. She felt right now like blowing the door off its hinges, but that wouldn’t be a very brilliant maneuver…so she just padded calmly forward and stopped at enough of a distance that she wouldn’t be all that intruding, but could still be noticed. Ignoring whatever the buzzard said, she would just look to Volyan and speak…calmly “Where’s my brother?” is all she would say, both ears focused on the fox’s face, as well as her dimly glowing yellow eyes, their color seeming like a fire was burning behind them…and in some cases, that could be considered true. A fiery temper to Kaliska was a very literal thing.
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Post by Alexandros on Jan 5, 2007 1:19:11 GMT -5
(Forgive the cruddy nature of this post...I've actually got a small headache myself...now, where was that thing you promised me, Kiju? ) Volyan’s ears flicked as he listened to the final words of the Buzzard who, finally, was going to leave him alone. His head was pounding from everything the bird said, and, on top of it all, there was a slow leak of his ‘friendship’ with Kiju about the palace. When the bird heard it, he was quite sure he’d see Kiju as a valuable ally but…would tell the coyote to continue with it to gather information, which would mean more false documents, etc, to be written up. Volyan was informed then of a female Coyote and an Orc from the Orcish arriving. Volyan, at that moment, was in no mood to welcome them, and told the creature, a wolf, who informed him to leave him be, and he’d welcome them in time. After all, surely they could wait at least a few moments for the throbbing in his mind to tone down, no? Still, Volyan settled back on his chair, rubbing his temples with two furred digits as he thought over the entirety of the situation. At first, Volyan didn’t notice much of anything, but then heard a voice speak, ‘where is my brother’. Volyan’s ear flicked as he turned his muzzle in the direction of a female Coyote and, no doubt, the Orc who was soon to follow. The markings reminded Volyan very much of those on Kiju’s own person, and he knew instantly who she was talking of but the tone seemed…false, and that put Volyan on edge more than anything else. “Your brother?” Volyan asked, playing the innocent card. “Whatever do you mean? And, on top of that, what right do you have to barrage in on me? Not like it hasn’t happened before, though.” Volyan sighed and shook his head, trying to get the throbbing to leave, and failing miserably. “I’m sorry, but I just listened to the Prime Minister drone on, forgive me and my ill tempered mood.” Volyan settled back in his seat, his bushy tail settling in his lap, claws stroking through it. “I’m quite sure I know of who you speak, your brother being that of Kiju? Yes, well.” Volyan quite knew that was of whom she was speaking, but still, he had to be careful. This could be an illusion summoned up by that damned bird. “I do know of him, and he is probably asleep at the moment.” Truth enough as when Volyan came down for the ‘council’, he was indeed still sound asleep.
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