Mal's Mother?

[09:56]  Kanda Veeper wished she could make herself gro w on the spot..but there was only so tall she could stand. "We are not looking for a bloody pet! We are looking to be served..generally at all!!" then sucks in a highly sharp breath picking her words quite seriously "Imagine there were no girls in camp? Would you not grow tired of getting your own food...having to do every last thing yourself when you know there is another way?" Her head snaps back with the damn it thrown at her "What Mal!! Damn what!? I swear ..nothing i ever say makes you happy i wonder why you talk to me at all..." then tosses her hand out behind him "Seems someone came to die..since they must have just ..let themselves in."

[09:58]  Malachi Stormcrow boils, but turns to see the newcomers and calls out to them. "What business do you have here!" He was now in a foul mood and unwanting to deal with visitors, especially women. He stomped toward then, muttering under his breath.

[10:00]  Kanda Veeper turns in a huff and goes storming off the hill. She didnt need to see anyone else get beheaded today. Blood was not easy to get out "Have fun!!" she screams back and only wishes she had something in her hand to throw at the back of his head..but she didnt ..so they were both lucky.

[10:00]  Ost Clawtooth steps forward, her posture shifting. It's clear then perhaps that the tall woman might have been used as a guard slave in the past. She almost seems to eclipse the form of the woman behind her. "This woman seeks a man named Malachi, Master."

[10:01]  Malachi Stormcrow raises a brow and steps ominously forward. "Slut! Kneel the fuck down and let the woman speak for herself." He turns to the woman, and his recent conversation still had him steaming. "What do you want with Malachi, woman!"

[10:03]  Ost Clawtooth backed up..recoiling really..knees hitting the dirt fast and hard. Yeah this lady is on her own for serious.

[10:04]  Bitter Varnish frowns at the man's rude behavior but didn't seem surprised, such barbarians out here. "Do not speak to my slave like that. She is presenting me properly, as a free woman is want to do in the mroe civil parts of the world" a sharp look of contempt. "I have buisness with this man that is not of your concern. If you lack the authority to do anything but scream and drool then you can find me one who can help me" she folded her arms tightly under her chest.

[10:06]  Akadiah Daines: Was trotting back to the laagar and saw the gathering. Curious as Aka was she moved to them and kneeled. “Greetings Master, and greetings to you as well Mistress” she smiled to the bond.

[10:10]  Malachi Stormcrow boiled what he would soon find to be his own foot in his own rashness. But still he tried to speak more calmly, crusting over his malice. "All of Malachi's concerns are my own, woman. He is me. Now what are you seeking here. And speak quick, for the majority of those who pass our gates uninvited find their head cleft from body."

[10:12]  Ost Clawtooth glanced over at the slave that arrived, staring at whatever it was hanging out of her mouth. A kid's toy or something. She gives her a breif smile then glances up the hill towards the big tent..then back to the man. Oohh -that- is Malachi. Interesting. She looks between the free then like a spectator at some sporting event.

[10:16]  Bitter Varnish eyes widen, the emotion on her face something between shock and pure skepticism. She leaned forward and squinted up at the big man, shifting her weight from foot to foot so as to get a look past all that hair. She frowned a bit but nodded then. "your father may have been wild but he never felt the need to cover himself in so much hair. I am your mother Malachi, and I have traveled quite a distance to find you so try not to cut my head off just yet. I do not know what Brianna told you about your true family, so it may be a shock to know that I am it"

[10:17]  Akadiah Daines: Noticed the bonds eyes glance at the leem and she pulled it from her mouth, laying it on her thigh. She of course had no pockets and while running, she’d found it was the best way to hang on to it. It was a new aquirment, her experiment at sewing that the Lady Eve had taught her the night before. She wanted to bring it to her to get her opinion on the stitched.. yet she did not spy her around. It was alright though, for now she was interested in the visitors.

[10:20]  Malachi Stormcrow simply stared for a moment, taking in these words and allowing his eyes to wash over the face of the one calling herself his mother. Then his brow furrowed. Anger poured in and was released, washed in a little mixture of horror and awe. "H-how ... how do you know Brianna!?" it was almost accusatory, but deep down he ached for this to be true. For that woman, Brianna, to be nothing more than an imposter and for his life in Vonda to have been a farce.

[10:24]  Bitter Varnish if she was awash with emotions she didn't show it, though a glimmer of fondness was displayed in her eyes as the man seemed truly overcome. "because I gave you to her boy. I see she did as I told her and didn't speak of me or your father, not that it did much good..." she looked around in disgust. "do you truly wish to discuss this here? Making these poor slaves freeze their behinds off?"

[10:26]  Ost Clawtooth felt like a fly on the wall and not in a good way. HEr cheeks burn. Emotion always makes her feel a bit awkward, more used to the stone-faced black clad men she's generally around. men who frown on everything..except of course, for frowning. She looks up at the woman again, studying her features.

[10:27]  Malachi Stormcrow looks around, realizing the chill of the air. He really cared not at this point what parts of the slaves froze off, but if this ... if this was who she said, then perhaps his visions had had some meaning. He blinked, looking closer, seeing the dark shape in his mind turn to this woman, though younger. He gulped and nodded, motioning up the hill. He was too overcome to speak, his mind still reeling. He waited for them to follow.

[10:30]  Bitter Varnish reaches out to pet Ost fondly,playing the slave off as her own. She released the sack she'd been carying and droped it at Ost's feet. "let's go"

[10:33]  Malachi Stormcrow walked into the tent of gathering, noticing a large crowd already there and hesitating. He looked back toward the woman calling herself his mother. The age seemed about right anyway. Seeing the men deep in thought and bristling at seeing Kanda after their argument, he nodded to Games and then returned his attention to the guests. "Pie, bring drink. Now .. please ... tell me this story from the beginning. There are many pieces to this puzzle I don't understand. Why was I given to Brianna Firehawk as her own and told not to speak of you?"

[10:34]  Kanda Veeper slowly glares up towards Mal as he comes in "Great.." then turns back towards the Kaissa game. The Men's moving hands and pieces was going to leave her far more sane than another conversation or argument with him.

[10:35]  Akadiah Daines: Was a bit in awe at what was happening to the Magician shed been following about and she wandered around the tent a few times finding a spot she liked. She had just settled when he ordered drink and she hopped right back up.. “Yes Master” and she walked to the entrance wondering what she should bring. He had not said… “hm..” she said and headed to the wagon where the drinks were kept.

[10:37]  Bitter Varnish was in the middle of pinching her nose when she entered the tent, down wind of those beasts of burden no place to be. She carried herself youthfully despite her age, likely to beat her newfound child should she know how old he considered her. "and this is where you wish me to tell you, among all these people..." she shook her head at the manners in these parts. "very well" she raised a hand to all, greeting them as one. "Tal" she looked for a suitable place to sit, an expectant look for Ost to follow. She looked to Malachi's quesiton, seeming to hesitate answering in front of all these people. She didn't know if such a thing could be punished when so much time had passed, but she beleived it was possible. She shrugged ans answered truthfully. "I have been a slave my whole life until recently, my dieing master freed me. I did not wish that life for you..."

[10:38]  playmate Gothly was walking on te edge now as patience was not one of her good sides atall and Ax seemed to test her today for sure...she saw a crowd falling in through the tent entrance "Tal !" she said seeing Mal and ..the others...she perked her ears at what was said and was now much more interested in that than the trip earlier.. she however felt very nervous because Jaym was here and so was pie...with the piece of clothing she had given her secretly without asking te chief...oh did she hope that Jaym didnt mnd..or notice atleast

[10:39]  Jaymie Drammond looks upon the strangers rather suspiciously as they enter into the pavilion... he waits patiently for the chieftain to make his next move as he looks over to Games grinning at her... his previous plan for story telling now lost in the mix of things... not that he would tell stories of that nature infront of strangers anyways... he notices kanda in there and nods his head at her and then Mal giving a low but not quiet "Tal" to each of them...

[10:42]  Malachi Stormcrow stared at the woman and blinked a few more times, shaking his head and beginning to pace. "You are saying that ... that all this time I was born a ..." he blanched beneath the thick beard and began to shake slightly. He too wondered now if they should find a quieter place to talk, but he could not help but find out more as quickly as possible. "Continue ... please." If this was his mother, he would at least be civil to her and thankful that he was not indeed born of Vonda.

[10:44]  Ost Clawtooth followed the woman about like a shadow for now, dark eyes lighting breifly on the Cheiftain she knows, though the others...strangers. She settles silently, for the time..she is the woman's anyway. She listens to the tale told between the two, privy to it by chance.

[10:47]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes green like spring grasses slid to HIs right having finally decided upon a move...the Ubars Assassin slid to Ubars Scribe Four...He listened on for a moment before His eyes fell again to the board...finally after a time did He speak in tones bereft of emotion..."Speak more quietly..." He said aloud...His fingers spread...He moved the Ubars Scribe to Ubara Four

[10:47]  playmate Gothly head the woman speak and her mouth fell open instantly..lucky she could cover her widelips behind her hand and suddenly she turned hiding behind Ax like she was looking for something in the pillows...it was a shocking news indeed and ..atleast she would ve wanted if it was her in Mals place ..to hear it in private"oh dear!" she mumbled very quietly so only Ax and maybe chief could hear it and pulled back up after she could shut her mouth and wipe that surprised look off her face

[10:49]  Jaymie Drammond chooses to ignore the conversation of them as its not really his business... he focuses intently on the game infront of him... watching his every move to try and judge his plan... he quickly moves his Ubar's Initiate to Ubar's Scribe Eight and then watches for the next move..

[10:50]  Akadiah Daines: Returned to the tent with a tray of cups, a pitcher of mead along with a pitcher of juice, just in case the woman wanted something a bit more mild. She set the tray down in front of them and lowered herself as well looking at them, hoping to catch more tid bits of what was going on. She quickly poured him a tankard of mead and scooted close to him. She settled her thighs apart in front of him and licked her lips as she held it up to him. She loved the smell of mead.

[10:51]  Bitter Varnish cringed at the pillows, uncertain what slaves had been ravaged on these things of late. She supposed fresh fabrics could be circulated but she doubted it here where water seemed a limited resource. She pointed at a seat. "sit Ost, legs out" she'd wait for the girl to sit like a free woman and then plop down into the girl's lap, a sanitary barrier for her travel worn skirts. "the whole story is a long one Mal, but I will give you the basics and allow your questions to come later. The surprise reactions of those around her wasn't lost on the woman, but she chose not to recognize them. "you're father is Ishmael of Alar, as wild as you seemed to be though he did not live in such..." she didn't finish. "he spent his time hunting panthers, of which I was one. It was only after enslaving me that he came to love me and give me a child. It was in Vonda that he took me to be freed, and in Vonda that he died mere days before the proceedings. He was a master of timing he was..." spoken with a bit of contempt. She had loved him dearly but it was an unfortunate turn of events.

[10:54]  Ost Clawtooth does as she's told..wouldn't be the first time she's used as furniture..though she does consider humping the woman's ass. Probably not a good idea when it turns out the woman is that big guy's mom. yeah..hips..be still.

[10:55]  Malachi Stormcrow heard the comment of Jaym, relieved, to some degree, that they were intent in their game. He looked down, glad for the distraction of Pie and a drink. He took it from her delicate hands, and another, then gazed directly at ... Mother. "Come," he told her, not thinking of the fact that she had just set herself down. He was unnerved. He was trying to catch up to this news. Ishmael. Alar. Slave. He shook his head. "Come, we will speak without a bit ... so as not to disturb the game. There is a fire on the ledge there." He would turn and then turn back to be sure the woman followed.

[10:57]  Kanda Veeper 's head turns very slowly from the game up towards the conversation going on. Sadly she lacked the ability to turn off her ears and still did hear it. "Really?" she extends the word out far longer then necessary and just had to hear more. Panther? Slave? Child? Your ..father ? It was all just a little too good to not listen to..especially for Kanda who needed some good ammunition to use against Mal. "Oh right ..well you all be well.." then turns wide eyed back to the game

[10:58]  Akadiah Daines: sighed and began to gather up the tray and stuff again and balancing it she rose to follow them... She figured she could serve his momma once they got there.

 [10:58]  Bitter Varnish groaned when he stood up with two drinks and headed off for more privacey, shaking her head as if she'd raised him all wrong when in fact she'd done little in that regard. She reached back for support and found a breast to grip,clutching it tightly so as to push herself up onto her feet. She grasped a drink from the slave and followed.

[11:01]  playmate Gothly huffed sadly as they left and with them the gossip too...she rested her head on her knees and watched the game in silence

[11:03]  Jaymie Drammond frowns and mutters something about.. "Things not going according to plan.."

[11:04]  Malachi Stormcrow watched the fire for a moment, waiting for the other to arrive. "There is no proof, of course," he said quietly, still gazing at the flickering flames. "But in my heart I know you speak truth. It is as my dreams have long spoken to me from the depths of memory." His jaw tensed and he turned toward the woman again. "I knew, somehow, that it was more than chance that brought me to the laager of the Alar. It was the blood of my father." He paused a moment, focusing on her features, gathering the resemblance to him. "And the man ... my father .. did he have two small scars under each eye?" Malachi had to be sure.

[11:04]  Jaym Wolfhunter mutters, Id like that move back..."

[11:05]  Jaymie Drammond nods at him graciously giving him a back... "We are Noble and generous afterall.." he reminds the cheiftain..

[11:11]  playmate Gothly yawned and seeing Ar was concentraiting on the game she stood up and moved across the tent next to Kanda...she was really hoping to hear others talk

[11:16]  Akadiah Daines: gasps

[11:18]  Bitter Varnish scoffed loudly at his stoic realization, not bothering to sit. "Come back here as your fate? Come back here as part of your blood? Are you simple in the head boy? I dragged your father from this land so we could find a better place, a more suitable and respectable land to raise a child. One who would not have to hunt and scavenge like we did. What did your father do? Get in a fight with pirates and get himself killed. I left you in that city to be something better, a merchant maybe or maybe a scribe. What do you do? You come back here." she threw her hands up. "really I don't know what went wrong. Of course he had those scars, he had many many scars"

[11:23]  Jaym Wolfhunter nodded to Ax..."My Thanks for the Game" He said simply...reaching acrossed the board to offer His arm...

[11:23]  Jaymie Drammond rearranges the pieces slowly as he nods towards the chieftain... "Nicely played.." he congratulations to him as he takes his arm..

[11:23]  Malachi Stormcrow narrows his eyes. "You would dare attempt to ... tame ... my father? To give me a ... BETTER life!? I discarded the life of a scribe in Vonda as soon as I could get away from Brianna's stifling presence!" His face showed a disgust for all things walled in and he gazed out at the open landscape. "Look! There is nothing better than this. My father must have loved you much indeed to be brought away from fields and open range." His voice was gravely, his emotion thick and he turned back sharply. "This IS my fate, woman! And I am no son of a slave girl!" Surely since she was freed, it meant he was as well, right? Who all had heard that statement made. He shuddered to think.

[11:25]  Ost Clawtooth watches a small bettle burrow its way throgh the grass at her side. She reaches down to poke its back, pinning it there gently but firm enough to make it squirm and panic. Dark eyes lift to watch the man and woman as they speak, drawn perhaps to the passion in the man's voice. Simple beast, is ost.

[11:26]  Akadiah Daines: "Master may I be excused?" whispering quietly.. a little shocked by his anger.

[11:26]  Jaym Wolfhunter was then seen, to, as was His wont...fall fast asleep...

[11:27]  Malachi Stormcrow dismisses her with the flick of his wrist, his mind too preoccupied to give much thought to the girl at present.

[11:27]  Jaymie Drammond had been trying to stay out of the conversation going on outside the tent but hearing the woman degrade the life of the Mighty Alar his head comes up from the board... yellow eyes narrowing as she spoke as if she was above the alar... nothing more than another panther girl that wound up in a collar to him.. he stands up looking through the tent at her, hand edging around to his back, fingers lovingly stroking the edge of his axe as he looks at her seething..

[11:31]  Bitter Varnish she was clearly disapointed by his reaction and where he'd ended up, her next words born from spite. "I was freed legally. You were smuggled. I make no claims to your freedom" let him handle that big heap of fire if he was so free. She turned and pulled on Ost. "my slave and I require a bed to sleep in, we are tired from travel" she anounced, spotting the seething male and daring him to act with his eyes.

[11:31]  Jaymie Drammond his hand slips down into his satchel ashe thinks... the insults barked a major stick in his side... as often the case when his temper rises he draws from his satchel a simple leather string... taking it up he gathers his hair up pulling it out of his face listening for even one more insult of his people..

[11:32]  playmate Gothly leaned back shaking her head slightly as she looked at the sealing and stretched out her legs...so funny were these treloving panthergirls turned slaves turned Free...surely she could not have known her companion, Mals father well if she just came to the lands of Alar and spoke such disrespecting things

[11:34]  Ost Clawtooth watched another man come close and she moved closer to the woman's legs. Oh right like that would help. A good shove and they are both tumbling down the hill anyway.

[11:34]  Jaymie Drammond walks with great haste to mals side... in a low voice to him he says plainly to him for the tree slut to hear... "Warn your mother... should she enjoy her tongue in her mouth... She should watch what she says about the Alar..." he informs him... not wanting to directly talk to a tree slut himself... his hand once again slips behind him stroking the edge of his axe as he thinks... eyes brimming with hate towards her...

[11:37]  Kanda Veeper snaps herself out of her daze and had missed most of everything that just happened "Huh? Who did what to the Alar? WHo won the game? Chieftain ..right?" Finally she realized everyone seemed to now be behind her ...and with great intensity..did she watch..

[11:40]  Malachi Stormcrow lifts his palm toward Ax and nods slowly, but keeps his eyes on his mother. This mother seemed to be no different than the other he had known. Seeking some form of civility to uncrust him in. He frowned and his oceanic eyes tossed. "There are parts to your story that seem true, but I cannot believe that my father would allow me to be born in a city. Surely he died and then you made these sinister plans against my bloodline!" He had heard her say she was tired, and was in some ways willing to believe that it was the tiredness and old age that brought such rudeness of words.

[11:43]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] moved into the tent, picking up some things here and there, setting horns on the tables in their holders, resettling rugs. She'd look up noticing her master and move outside quickly to kneel near him, being sure never to interrupt any conversation until she was beckoned. Boot watched the group closely, wondering who the woman was that Mal was speaking to.

[11:44]  Bitter Varnish ignored the rage of the others, having warned Mal from the begining they should speak in private. She rolled her eyes and huffed the hair from her face. "it was a topic of...contention between your father and I. But clearly he would not have taken me to be freed if he did not see the wisdom in my words. Anyway, he got himself killed and I have survived. So I will give you a few days to collect your things and settle your buisness, answer what questions you need answering. Then we go home, to the nice planned settlements outside the city where we will try to salvage your education" she smiled firmly.

[11:46]  Ost Clawtooth inched away from the woman juuust slightly. She is familiar enough with these people to know how quickly heads part company with bodies and it isnt that she minds the blood really, its that she doesnt particularly want a hack should a blow miss in its enraged intent to kill the woman.

[11:49]  Malachi Stormcrow was in awe. He had just allowed himself to revel in the idea that he was at least half Alar, but he was beginning to think his mother more than made up in detriment to the glory of his father's line, tarnishing it with this foolishness. "Utter foolishness!" he said aloud, and he turned to Ax as if to wonder if he had heard such a thing. "I find my mother! I find I am of Alar blood, praise the priest kings, and then she COMMANDS me to return to what fools call life ... in a city! It is beyond belief!" He turned away, throwing his hands to the air and pacing about. Then he turned back. "Boot!" he called loudly, having had noticed her arrive. "These two will be staying the night, and THEN I will determine what is to be done with them!"

[11:49]  amberlight Citron shouts: Placing her bag of textiles to the floor and shaking her hand from its weight ... she wrapps on the wooden gate ... a strange wagon looking camp .... wondering if she would fare well in coinage in selling her wares she knocks it 3 times in the hope to be heard *

[11:54]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] perks up as he calls for her. She looks between the two females and bows her head to Mal. The words about his mother seated in her mind a moment, and she moved a bit looking to the wagons, guessing he'd let her stay here the night. Boot didn't mind sleeping outside, but it would a chilly night. She finally moved to stand, bowing to the woman and turning looking over her shoulder as she began to move away, hoping they would follow.

[11:54]  Jaymie Drammond draws his axe from his back... large and plain looking as it was... he holds it out to Mal for him to take... he tells him.. "Remove them from your life and be done with it... She dishonors you... She is a proclaimed tree slut... nothing more... She commands you around... Do you take commands from women?.." he pauses as he looks towards the beast... "She looks like a Urt.." he comments to him as he continues holding the axe out for him to take..

[11:56]  amberlight Citron shouts: after rapping on the heavy wood a creeking gate opens ... Amber walks thro eyes darting over the place as she returns her bag of textiles into her grasp and tenderly stroles the lands ... looking back to ensure her guards are still awake at the gate she proceeds to find life ....

[11:57]  Bitter Varnish harumphed over what her son would allow to do. Really one would think he'd be greatful for coming to save him from such squallor. She folded her arms and tapped a toe impatiently.

[11:58]  Ost Clawtooth doesnt seem to make a scene about getting killed..her owner could come collect payment like any other, it didn't matter much to her...however. "I am borrowed property Master..i would beg to return now..since i have ocmpleted the task asked of me.."

[11:58]  Jaymie Drammond adds one more thing shortly to Mal.. "Remember... her being a breeding slut doesn't make her your mother... just the beast who bore you.."

[12:01]  Bitter Varnish eyes the man sharply, growling at being called such things. "we were to be wed!" she proclaims sharply. She looked down at the squirming slave and frowned at the request. "but I have not rewarded you..." she pouted a bit, thinking of the good times she had planned for the girl. "oh very well...be gone with you" she didn't give the man with the axe much regard, certain her son wouldn't kill her.

[12:01]  Kanda Veeper lets out a long sigh. This was all still very interesting though she couldnt help but feel a bit badly for Mal. Not exactly the news anyone wants to get..or at least half of it. True..there was something that come from it. Being of any Alar blood surely made you a far superior being than any other on Gor..."Well said Ax. "

[12:01]  amberlight Citron: looking thro a wonderous looking tentage she spies life , Ambers face smiles brightly as she notes them conversing .... "Tall sir's may one of ye spare me such a ahn ? me name be Amber seamstress I come selling me work "

[12:01]  Malachi Stormcrow growled low, gripping the axe. It felt strong and gave him a sense of clarity. He gripped it until his knuckles were white and he spoke. "My judgment will wait until the morning." He was dark in mind and word, and Ax's words made him cringe. "I will be back with the dawn," he spoke simply, keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself. "They are not to be harmed until then." And with that he left, gathering bundle and Thalarion, to the hills he loved, in order to think on all these words.
[12:03]  Malachi Stormcrow stormed past, his visage marred with sweet and bitter truth. He went for solitude. He went for wide and tall mountain ranges apart from all.