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Grey Hunt - Part 1 by Adhira
Added on Nov 15, 2009A festival is held in Tuluk to celebrate the Grey Hunt. Amos-Malik attends the celebrations in time to see the end of a very Tuluki show.
Armageddon -
Monday, November 12, 2007, 1:03 PM
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Scene: The Silverwood Estate.
<!—As seen by Amos-Malik, the tall, muscular man -->
This man possesses a stature that is quite elevated and a physique of
apparent might, sun-tanned, lightly-scarred musculature creating a weighty
cornerstone to bear him up through life. His chiseled features cradle nose,
mouth, and eyes that are neither brown nor green, all of appropriate and
unremarkable proportions to his face. Wavy hair of a completely average,
mousy-dun color caps his head, a slight wave to the thick locks. His
shoulders are broad, his torso likewise, though it tapers to narrow waist
and hips in an almost triangular fashion. His face is shaven, though a few
faint scars along his jawline suggest he is not as skilled at this practice
as he could be.
The tall, muscular man is in excellent condition.
The tall, muscular man is using:
<neck> a blue and purple inked band
<worn on torso> a rugged, long sleeved white shirt
<worn around wrist> a yellow-stained, sun-carved bracelet
<hands> a tattoo of a six-pronged star
<secondary hand> a mask of supple white cloth
<worn on legs> a pair of brushed, sienna-hued knee pants
<worn on feet> a pair of dark-brown, flame-beaded moccasins
An Amphitheater [69077] [INDOORS LIT] [ES]
The garden path runs along the top edge of this open air amphitheater.
A backdrop of bright white stone curves around, while white stone tiers rise
up, providing seats for spectators. In three places, steps descend down the
eight tiers to the floor below. The stage at the bottom is also of gleaming
white stone. Two doors in the backdrop provide places that actors might
enter and leave the stage by.
The path continues on the east and south.
An assortment of casks and baskets of food are scattered around the amphitheater.A garland of white roses rings the clearing, petals gleaming.
A few single white flowers have been woven into a massive garland over the clearing.
The trim, ashen-skinned man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The spangled-blond, muscular woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman is standing here.
The short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth stands ont he stage, performing.
The shaggy-haired, sun-branded man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
- he is carrying a leather strapped, traveling knapsack.
- he is carrying a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel.
The spindly, grey-haired man lingers at the back, watching the proceedings.
The very short male wearing a bloodied runic, fire-scorched mask is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The sinewy, weather-worn man is standing here.
The stocky, clean-shaven man is standing here.
The sleekly-muscled, auburn-haired woman stands here, deceptively at ease.
The swarthy, aging man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The lanky, indigo-tressed woman stands here, easily at attention.
The svelte, top-knotted woman is sitting at a long, white painted table.
The willowy, brown-haired young man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The sinewy, obsidian-haired man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The scruffy, brown-haired youth is standing here.
The short, dusky woman is standing here.
The sinewy, bald-headed man is standing here.
The short, barrel-chested dwarf stands here, scowling faintly.
The chubby, brown-haired man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The stout, heavily-scarred dwarf is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The short female wearing a mask of glinting, emerald scales loiters near a bench.
The ebon-haired, ruby-eyed man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The grey-haired, fiery-eyed woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The freckled, light-skinned man is sitting at a long, white painted table.
The caramel, alabaster-haired woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The vibrant, jade-adorned brunette is standing here.
The willowy, grey-streaked man is standing here.
The pockmarked, well-toned man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The gurth-bellied half-giant soldier looms here, gazing intently about.
The earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar is sitting at a long, white painted table.
The bristling red-streaked kurtok paces here, growling for no reason.
The lofty, cunyati-tanned man is standing here.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar is sitting at a long, white painted table.
A human Tuluki soldier is here, patrolling.
The short, lithe young man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The dusky, sorrel-curled woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
The scruffy, brown-haired youth shuffles forward towards the short, barrel-chested dwarf, scrawny form slipping through the crowds with ease.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman grins with triumph as she skids to a stop, the tassles of her headdress whirling about her face. And then she looks down... at her empty hands. Her features fall, disbelieving.
The hulking, gurth-bellied half-giant soldier watches the ethereal, fair-haired woman worriedly, completely engrossed.
The short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth stands with a smile as she holds the small, yellow-painted ball in her hands, its vivid color standing out against her white gown, showing no sign of movement. She shrugs in comic helplessness.
The tall, muscular man looks over the gathered crowd, making his way through the press of people towards the benches.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks from her hands to the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth's own and then stands, jaw set, as she storms back to her side.
Hooking the claws of the other hand into the trim, ashen-skinned man 's cloak and pulling, the very short male wearing a bloodied runic, fire-scorched mask whispers something to the trim, ashen-skinned man.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar looks up at you.
The earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar chuckles quietly as she watches the play, the thin trains of the accompanying music rising from the sides of the stage.
Her set jaw shifting into a simpering, playful smile, the ethereal, fair-haired woman gives the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth 's shoulder a playful nudge as she holds out a hand for the small, yellow-painted ball.
The scruffy, brown-haired youth moves back towards the short, dusky woman , taking a drink as he maneuvers through the thick crowds.
The scruffy, brown-haired youth drinks horta wine from his festively-carved drinking horn.
As he passes through the crowd, the sinewy, weather-worn man looks at you.
Raising her brow at the ethereal, fair-haired woman , the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth remains standing perfectly-postured and unmoving save for a small 'hmph.'
At 1) a long wooden bench are:
the trim, ashen-skinned man ,
the very short male wearing a bloodied runic, fire-scorched mask ,
the grey-haired, fiery-eyed woman ,
the ebon-haired, ruby-eyed man, and some empty seats.
At 2) a long wooden bench are:
the willowy, brown-haired young man ,
the short, lithe young man , and several empty seats.
At 3) a long wooden bench are:
the spangled-blond, muscular woman ,
the shaggy-haired, sun-branded man ,
the caramel, alabaster-haired woman ,
the sinewy, obsidian-haired man ,
the dusky, sorrel-curled woman , and some empty seats.
At 4) a long wooden bench are:
the swarthy, aging man ,
the chubby, brown-haired man ,
the stout, heavily-scarred dwarf ,
the pockmarked, well-toned man , and some empty seats.
At 5) a long, white painted table are:
the ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar ,
the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar ,
the freckled, light-skinned man ,
the svelte, top-knotted woman , and a couple of empty seats.
At 6) a long, white painted table are:
some empty seats.
With the marked lack of success, the ethereal, fair-haired woman 's features become stern as she steps close to the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth , staring down at her with her extra inches of height. She extends her palm again, flat, with uncompromising demand.
The short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth looks up from the ethereal, fair-haired woman down to the yellow painted ball, letting out a little chuckle as she sidles one step to the right.
Watching the ethereal, fair-haired woman closely, the short female wearing a mask of glinting, emerald scales drinks ginka wine from her white-painted wooden cup.
The willowy, grey-streaked man looks at you.
The tall, muscular man pauses, a brief grin cracking his lips as he makes his way to the basket, bending over to look inside.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks up, jaw working to one side before she finally reaches out, elf-quick, to snatch the accursed ball from the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth 's hands.
Inclining her head faintly before returning her attention to the stage, the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar looks up at you.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks down at the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth with no small amount of smugness, the ball held in both hands now as she lifts it above her head.
The sinewy, weather-worn man smirks toward the chubby, brown-haired man from the edge of the crowd.
In a single, swift motion, the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth grabs the neck of the ethereal, fair-haired woman 's collar and lifts her off the ground, brow creasing deeply.
The ball falls from the ethereal, fair-haired woman 's hands as her eyes widen, astonished, with the grip on her collar.
The small, harmless, innocuous yellow-painted ball rolls across the stage behind the ethereal, fair-haired woman and the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth.
The short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth jerks the ethereal, fair-haired woman toward herself, her teeth clenched, but looks down at the *clank* of the ball dropping and watches as it rolls away-- still effortlessly dangling the ethereal, fair-haired woman in the air.
The short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth 's face contorts into a look of horror as the ball disappears and in its place appears a large, yellow-clad figure, almost as if out of nowhere.
The tall, muscular man moves over to a bench, sitting down on the end.
The bristling, red-streaked kurtok reaches his neck out to sniff cursorily at you from beneath a long, white painted table, growling contentedly.
The shaggy-haired, sun-branded man walks east.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman stares, even as she is held on tip-toe by the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth 's grip on her shirt collar.
Briefly, the stocky, clean-shaven man looks down at you.
After a startled pause, the ethereal, fair-haired woman looks down at the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth and then up to an invisble figure. And then she points to the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth with a shrug of innocent helplessness.
The ancient, brutally-scarred Jihaen templar looks at you.
With a loud scoff of protest, the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth looks toward large, yellow-clad figure and instantly releases the ethereal, fair-haired woman . She sets forth a flurry of gestures at the ethereal, fair-haired woman .
With a silent gasp of astonishment, the ethereal, fair-haired woman whirls to look down at the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth, headdress flapping at her face, as she points a finger, jabbing it at her chest.
The grey-haired, fiery-eyed woman watches silently, leaning against the ebon-haired, ruby-eyed man's side.
The short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth turns toward the large, yellow-clad figure, ignoring the ethereal, fair-haired woman, and holds up both hands, her lips turning downward as she begins to whine and pout.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks at the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth and then drops to both knees and crawls forward, hands clasped in front of her face as she elbows her way to the front.
At a long, white painted table, the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar speaks, clapping her hands together softly, her smile tinged with delight.
The large, yellow clad figure holds up a single one of its hands, and snaps-- both the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth and the ethereal, fair-haired woman fall to the ground.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, glancing along the bench:
"Good show?"
The svelte, top-knotted woman chuckles at the display on stage, looking amused.
The earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar leans forward intently, her attention on the red and white-clad figures on the stage floor.
After a long, dramatic pause in which both actors keep themselves still, the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth turns, takes the ethereal, fair-haired woman's hand, and lifts herself into an elegant bow.
The trim, ashen-skinned man lifts his hands and gives a careful, then more obvious clap to the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth and the ethereal, fair-haired woman while gazing at the stage.
Cracking a smile, the ethereal, fair-haired woman pushes herself to her feet, one hand clasping the short female wearing a mask of supple white cloth 's own.
The scruffy, brown-haired youth draws his gloved hands together in gentle applause, his festively-carved drinking horn tucked under his shoulder.
The hulking, gurth-bellied half-giant soldier stands up from his bench, applauding with serious glee to the stage.
The tassles against the ethereal, fair-haired woman's forehead flutter in a slight breeze.
The chubby, brown-haired man leaves his naked harlot spice pipe to dangle in
his mouth as he claps.
The short, dusky woman starts clapping among those cheering in the back, sending a smile toward the stage.
The earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar joins the cheers and hollers of the crowd, lifting her hands to applaud.
Pushing it off her sweat moistened face, the curvy, jallal-tressed maiden stops using her mask of supple white cloth, revealing a blue teardrop, superimposed over a white half moon.
The grey-haired, fiery-eyed woman lifts her hand in loud applause.
The freckled, light-skinned man claps boisterously, letting out a chuckle.
The lofty, cunyati-tanned man thinks:
"Un. Interesting."
With a firm smile as she approaches, the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar whispers something to the ethereal, fair-haired woman .
A wide smile gracing her lips as she raises her voice, the curvy, jallal-tressed maiden says, in sirihish:
"Worthy only for a gathering of the red, the white, and the yellow."
The sinewy, obsidian-haired man blinks quickly, then starts clapping with the rest of the crowd, his thick carru and cheese sandwich in his mouth as he does.
The tall, muscular man blinks, bringing hands together to clap.
The willowy, brown-haired young man observes the crowd before nodding and applauding quietly.
Proudly, the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar whispers something to the ethereal, fair-haired woman.
Holding out a hand to the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar, the curvy, jallal-tressed maiden says, in sirihish:
"But I think it may be the Faithful Lady's turn to talk."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks to the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar and gives a gracious nod, her black and red fringed headdress swaying.
The dusky, sorrel-curled woman rests her elbows on her knees, leaning forward.
The earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar walks slowly down the slope, her skull-adorned ruby bracelet gleaming in the lamplight.
At your seat, the very short male wearing a bloodied runic, fire-scorched mask says in tribal-accented sirihish, to the trim, ashen-skinned man :
"When we get our auction shit?"
Holding his position as the short, dusky woman moves, the scruffy, brown-haired youth looks down at the swarthy, aging man .
Inclining her head deeply to the curvy, jallal-tressed maiden and the ethereal, fair-haired woman , the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"Let's have a round of applause once more for our bards."
Looking around, a pleased grin splitting his lips, you say, in sirihish:
"Lot's of people here. Heard it was a good show."
The short-haired, jade-eyed Lirathan templar has arrived from the east.
The pearl-haired Lirathan templar has arrived from the east.
The tiny, reed-like Jihaen templar has arrived from the east.
The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar has arrived from the east.
The earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar claps softly again to the curvy, jallal-tressed maiden , smiling broadly.
Lifting her eyes to the pearl-haired Lirathan templar with a deep, respectful bow of her head, the earthy, sienna-maned Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"If I may now present my elder Faithful Sister Halle."
Eyes widening as he spies the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar's group walk in, the lofty, cunyati-tanned man eats a portion of his thick sausage and cheese sandwich.
The trim, ashen-skinned man looks to the group of templars arriving from the east and slowly lowers his applauding hands and tips a nod.
The short, dusky woman claps very absently, her eyes trained on the entering group of templars.
The sinewy, obsidian-haired man starts clapping once more loudly but suddenly comes to an halt as he turns toward the many templars walking in.
The tall, muscular man swivels around on the bench, looking towards the incoming group of Templars.
The sinewy, weather-worn man turns his full attention to the group clad in red and white robes and bows his head deeply.
The grey-haired, fiery-eyed woman looks at you.
A large entourage following her, the short-haired, jade-eyed Lirathan templar goes to stand by the small stage.
Armageddon -
Monday, November 12, 2007, 1:03 PM
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Scene: The Silverwood Estate.
This man possesses a stature that is quite elevated and a physique of
apparent might, sun-tanned,...
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